Giovanni should be very glad that when Alexander yelled angrily, he and Lucrezia were not around, otherwise Alexander, who was so angry that he had a headache, would probably let him enjoy the treatment of being a cheap brother-in-law in front of him because of anger.

Alexander was angry, but more helpless.

The rations carried for the rapid march were only enough to feed for four days, and now it was the second day, and what was worse was that the Venetians who refused to defend the hillside camp actually had artillery, and it seemed that there was still a lot of ammunition, if it weren't for the Genoese who had attacked tentatively before, there was not much threat, maybe the Venetians had already taught them a lesson with artillery.

What had been a simple matter suddenly became complicated, and Alexander felt a buzzing on his forehead.

Alexander, who had lost his temper, finally walked out of the tent with a blank face, snorted slightly at the uneasy look of the attendant on the other side, and then walked out of the camp with Carlo and Oflai.

The attendants tried to follow, but were stopped by Paul Busaco in the name of "Your Excellency needs to be quiet at this time".

The attendant turned around a few times uneasily, he could understand Alexander's anger at this time, after all, the dilemma in front of him was indeed a headache, but for the sake of the mission, he still hoped that Alexander could solve the problem in front of him.

Only now he could only wait anxiously except to look at the direction in which Alexander and they had disappeared.

Alexander, who had walked far out of the camp, looked back, and after making sure that he could no longer see the pitiful look of the attendant, he waved his hand to Carlo and Ofrei: "All right, now tell me if you can do what I want you to do." ”

"My lord, this seems to be a bit difficult," Carlo squatted on the hillside, looking at the unusually steep slope that was not too far away, "this place is not wide enough, and there is no way for our team to gather. ”

"yes, there's not enough place in this place for us to cover up," Ofleiyi stretched out his hand to cover his eyebrows, looking across the other side, "and there aren't too many of our Agri's who can pick out this for this." ”

"Don't forget your hometown of Agric, in the mountains," Alexander sat on a rock, looking at the opposite slope, from which it was not far from the Venetian camp, but in reality to get there he had to go down to the valley below, and then climb up a mountain path that was not wide, and Alexander had the feeling that Giovanni was trying to trap him.

Although it was a bit of a pity to know that this kind of thinking was too much, after all, it was unlikely that Giovanni would risk being cut off in order to deal with him, but the brother-in-law was not kind enough when he asked him for help.

Not only was the trail difficult to navigate, but some places were completely exposed to enemy firearms or crossbows, and even a few rocks could be pushed down from it, which made Alexander abandon the idea of attacking from the front from the beginning.

As for Giovanni's artillery in the camp, Alexander looked at the faintly swaying figures in the camp on the opposite slope and decided to retreat a little further.

"Not only are the cannons blocking the entire valley, but if they fire at us, they can even directly threaten our camp."

Although Gompati was not there, Oflaiyi, who had some knowledge of artillery during this time, was still able to say something.

"So we can't attack the camp as we decided before."

Alexander led a few men to a dense grass, not wanting to be killed by a sudden shell.

"Tell me how many people you can mobilize?" Alexander looked at the camp opposite, and although it looked like it was less than 1 fat, it was really difficult to climb up.

"There were less than 60 of them," said Carlo a little helplessly, "you know, while they're all Agri, some of them aren't very good at climbing up and down. ”

"There are enough of them, Odysseus' Trojan Horse is not so many," Alexander said disapprovingly, "and now go and gather them all, but before that time we need to launch an attack." ”

"It's going to be a big loss," said Oflaiyi, with a little bit of a snack, "and the trail on that slope is too difficult to walk, and maybe we can think of something else." ”

"There is no other way," Alexander said a little helplessly, "Carlo, I want you to return to Agri immediately after this battle, and I want you to recruit enough soldiers for me, preferably enough to make up a phalanx after expanding the current Agri phalanx." ”

"Obey your orders, I will definitely do a good job." Carlo replied with some excitement, he had been worried that he might be slowly squeezed out of Alexander's side, and now it seems that the lord still values him very much.

"Now, let's see how difficult those Venetians are to deal with."

With Alexander's orders, the Genoese and Agri armies began to gather, and at the same time a shrill trumpet sounded on the opposite hillside.

"Did the Venetians discover us?"

A soldier shouted, and then was immediately reprimanded in a low voice by the leading officer.

This was in the shade of the side of the hillside where Alexander's army was stationed, and a small group of Agri was cautiously following the shadow of the hillside towards the narrow valley between the two mountain beams.

From here, looking down the slope, you can see the shadow of the left-wing detachment of the Agri on the hillside facing the enemy, continuing along the valley, and after descending to the valley floor, the small group goes far down the rugged valley.

On the hillside, the movement of Alexander's army immediately attracted the attention of the Venetians, and as the sound of the trumpets had just stopped, accompanied by a sharp whistling of the wind, a cannonball swept through the Venetian position in the deep valley between the two slopes, and smashed directly into the army that was gathering on the opposite side.

"Be careful!"

An Agri soldier shouted that after the Battle of Oral, the Agri knew better than any army the horror of artillery, especially after Gompati always took the trouble to preach what a formidable weapon it was.

The shells bombarded the debris on the hillside, knocking the two Agri soldiers to the ground, who had no time to dodge, and the debris was close to the explosion, wrapping the loose mass of earth and rocks and rolling down the slope.

The ranks of the Agri were somewhat disorganized, with shouts for help from their comrades who had fallen in pools of blood, and officers shouting at Caro's urging to maintain discipline.

"My lord, this won't work."

The Genoese captain ran up to Alexander with an ugly face, he had been a little dissatisfied with Alexander's request for his Genoese to launch a tentative attack on the enemy first, and now seeing that Alexander was going to attack again with the Agri after he had suffered losses, the fairly upright Genoese felt the need to persuade the somewhat stubborn-looking count.

"That road is too difficult for us to navigate, and the valley below is completely under the noses of the Venetians, and you are sending your soldiers to their deaths by doing so."

Alexander looked at the captain with interest, and after getting along for a while, he felt that this Genoese was not the kind of soldier who was very slippery, at least when he was fighting, he was willing to show his skills as long as he needed to.

Of course, maybe it was because he was such a person that he was sent to him by old Rovie.

"Captain, tell your men to spread the formation as far apart as possible," Alexander felt the need to remind the captain, "and the Agri, who are watching me, if they don't attack, don't go for your life lightly." ”

Although surprised, the captain nodded, he had already guessed that the earl already had some way to deal with the enemy on the other side, but for some unknown reason, he didn't seem to want to let everyone know so early.

And this "everyone" seems to refer only to the close attendants of the Duke of Gandino.

Guessing this, the captain immediately glanced at Alexander with a knowing gaze, and the ambiguous appearance made Alexander suddenly feel a little uncomfortable.

Another cannon rang out from the opposite hillside, and the rumbling echo spread throughout the valley, sounding like the roar of a dragon in the legendary ancient abyss.

This time, however, the shells were somewhat offset, and after falling into a tall grove of trees, they did not pose any threat to Alexander's army, except for a large cloud of dirt and dust.

"Those Venetians don't seem to use those guns at all," the Genoa captain exclaimed, excitedly, "and we should probably rush straight into the valley, at least then their guns won't be of much use." ”

"Don't be too anxious, Captain," Alexander looked casually in the direction of the valley on the left side of the hillside, "Don't forget that even if we go down to the valley, there will be enough time for them to learn how to use their weapons. ”

The captain was slightly stunned, then nodded slightly blankly.

Although he vaguely guessed that Alexander seemed to have a solution, he could not think of how he could avoid the casualties inflicted on them by the enemy in such extremely unfavorable terrain without launching a quick attack.

It would be nice to lose as few people as possible.

Alexander thought helplessly, he knew that this idea was not realistic, and the only way to attract the attention of the Venetians was to keep attacking.

"Carlo, let's not be too slow when attacking," Alexander said, looking at the opposite hillside, "telling them that it might be dangerous to rush up, but be brave if they don't want to be killed by the enemy." ”

"Yes, my lord!"

Carlo took a deep breath and touched the saber on his waist, feeling his heart beating a little faster, and Carlo knew that he was actually as nervous as the soldiers.

Agri has experienced battles with the enemy in the field, and has experienced the danger of being besieged by enemies many times his size, but he has not fought a real battle so far.

Now that they had a well-equipped enemy in front of them and a vantage point of terrain, the results of whether the Agri would be able to withstand an offensive battle that could cause heavy casualties were soon to be known.

An Agri cavalryman with a horn cautiously approached the front of the line along the hillside, and the formation of the Agri was much more dispersed than ever before in order to avoid the cannonballs fired from the opposite side, which forced the signalmen to muster up the strongest tones.

"Forward."

Alexander gave a low command, his eyes fixed on the opposite hillside, and when he saw the swaying figure of the Venetian on the opposite hillside, Alexander looked at Ofleil, who had remained silent.

"Tell me Ofrey, you haven't spoken, do you think there's something wrong with my plan?"

"My lord, since you have decided to do this, I can only do my best to help you get things done," said Oflai, a little helplessly, "but you know that although I am also an Agri, I am not very good at climbing mountains, as Captain Carlo said. ”

"That's why you wonder if my plan will succeed, right?" Alexander nodded, then his gaze looked at the valley on the side of the mountain, "Believe me, what Odysseus could have done thousands of years ago, we can do too." ”

Another roar shook down into the valley, and the people on the hillside obviously didn't appreciate the feeling of being hit in the valley by a huge wave of sound that seemed to be pressed down head-on.

A soldier clutched his ears and groaned in pain, so he had no choice but to tear off the corners of his clothes to plug his ears.

"Don't do anything stupid," a slightly older soldier stopped him, "if you climb the mountain with your ears covered, you will feel that every step under your feet is empty, and you may fall into the flesh before you can climb up." ”

"I can't stand it anymore, let's get out of this place quickly," the soldier whispered to the man in front of him, "at least get out of this place, I feel as if all the voices are drilling into my ears." ”

"Not well, according to the orders of the adults, we can only reach the top of the hill before dark," said the soldier who had walked in front, "the Venetians are very vigilant, perhaps they will find us, and it is safer only at night." ”

"Have we been listening to this sound all the time, my ears are almost deaf."

The other soldier complained, believing that no one would notice them even if they shouted loudly, for they had come to the foot of a hill with a jutting rock at the top of the hill, except for the deafening sound of cannons.

The people on the mountain would not have been able to spot them below unless they ventured out of the whole rock.

"Then hurry up and climb up," the leading soldier tossed the rope he had prepared to a nearby companion, "Now let's see who is the best among us." ”

The soldier who had previously blocked his ears with the corners of his clothes was the first to rush ahead, and when he had just left the valley floor and climbed up the steep slope along a few protruding stone crevices, a fierce shout of killing suddenly came from the bottom of the hill not far away!

"Here we go." The leading soldier muttered, then turned to his companion next to him, "Alright, let's start climbing." ”

In the valley between the two hillsides, shells fell one after another, and everywhere there were bombed and flying rocks, and the narrow valley floor could not maintain formation at all.

A group of Agri made their way up the rugged mountain road, and when they came to the turn, a chaotic-sounding but unusually dense burst of gunfire from the top of the hill as the first soldier had just appeared around the corner.

The first few soldiers were directly beaten by the muskets, and their corpses were planted diagonally down the slope of the mountain road, and the blood splattered on the bodies of their companions behind.

The faces of the Agri changed in an instant, and they looked at the people next to them, and the sudden death made them not know what to do for a while.

"A test that has never been tested before."

Standing at the back of the line, Carlo muttered something that Alexander had told him before he left, and Carlo didn't understand what it meant at the time, but now he finally understood what it meant when he saw the strained appearance of the soldiers.

In fact, his nervous beating heart let Carlo know that he was nervous himself, and looking at the corpse that was still falling down the hill, he even felt that Alexander said that this "test" was a bit too cruel.

"Our army is not mature enough, Oflaiyi, not mature enough."

Alexander, who was standing on the hillside from afar and watching the team in front of him, said to the commander of the army with the expression on his face beside him that he couldn't help but show nervousness with the changes on the battlefield.

"My lord, they have been brave enough to fight in Oral," Ofleiyi couldn't help but defend his fellow villagers, "and they are also very good elsewhere, after all, they were just a bunch of farmers less than a year ago. ”

"And you were only an apprentice stonemason," Alexander looked at the captain of the army with a look on his face, "maybe you can think so, but I can't, believe me Ofrei, after this battle we must begin to retrain our army, for soon more fierce war awaits us, and it will be something that no one has ever experienced before." ”

Offrey looked at Alexander in amazement, he knew that his count could always judge things very accurately, just like the battle of Oral, the count seemed to have a certain sensitivity to the battlefield that no one else could match, but he didn't know how to understand the new war that Alexander was talking about.

The brief silence on the opposite hillside caught Alexander's attention, and he looked carefully at the slow-moving procession on the hillside, and after a soft sigh of helplessness, gave the order to the hunter guards who were in charge of the herald beside him:

"Blow the trumpet and attack."

"Your Excellency!" Offrey couldn't help but let out a soft snort, his eyes looked at the opposite hillside with some difficulty, and then pleaded in a low voice: "My lord, can we attack later, maybe ......"

"No, maybe Oflei," Alexander's gaze was fixed on the vanguard of Agri on the opposite hillside, "if we can't launch a real attack this time, then we may lose the courage to launch any attack in the future, Ofleiuil, it's not a camp, I'm fighting for Giovanni, it's a test, it's a test for all of us." ”