For the Genoese, the Agri were undoubtedly young people who could not fight at all, and the unbridled taunts of these ruffians who had been on the battlefield for too long did not even hide the slightest hint of ridicule.

When they knew that their commander had also mocked each other, Genoa had no scruples at all, and they began to deliberately talk loudly in their camp, and even deliberately provoked the Agri with all sorts of provocative gestures on the way.

Even their companions, who had been sent to fight the Agri, were sarcastic, calling them a bunch of fools as babysitters, and they were told to hurry back to their side.

Some of the 1,000 Genoese did leave quietly, and when they returned, they went back to call their companions in the original group, and for a time Alexander's Genoese became a little uneasy.

Cargino didn't care about this kind of thing, in his opinion, if the commander could not restrain his army, it would be a sign of incompetence, since incompetence there was no need for sympathy, and even more so his sympathy would not be wasted on a man who ruined his future.

Cargino was concerned about when the Venetians would appear.

Kargino did not ignore Alexander's warnings, but from the outset he considered the possibility that he might have to face an enemy superior to his own forces.

Kargino didn't brag, he did learn a lot from his experience on the battlefield at the age of 13, he could guess the weather in the next few days from the humidity of the air, he could guess whether there was an enemy attack from the chirping of night birds on the road, and he even learned a lot from some scholars how to calculate the supply of the army.

Cargino was not a reckless man, on the contrary, he was a calm and intelligent soldier.

As for where the Venetians would appear, Calgino had his own opinion.

When he sent scouts to observe the town of Oral, he noticed the terrain to the east of the town.

The large forest east of Oral Town in the direction of Rearo was a big trap for Cardino, who believed that it would be a good ambush if the enemy wanted him.

Unlike Giovanni, Cargino did not consider the forest to be a double-edged sword for both sides due to his limited forces, and he knew that if an army of 10,000 men was ambushed near the forest, it would be a nightmare for him.

And Cargino knew that if the Venetians really intended to destroy themselves first, they would not send only an army of 10,000 men.

"How many Venetians do you think will be waiting for us in front?"

Cardino asked his men, who had already taken off his armor, but his tall figure still looked the most conspicuous of the group.

"The Neapolitan is right, the Venetians are indeed going to attack us," Calgino looked at the map on the table and tapped his finger on the place where the forest was drawn on it, "Believe me, I don't think the Venetians would have dared to attack us without 15,000." ”

"There are about 32,000 to 33,000 people in total, so do you think that Pitiglino is going to leave less than 20,000 people to spy on Borgia?" One of his subordinates looked suspicious, "My lord, this is actually a good opportunity, if Borgia takes the opportunity to march at this time, maybe we can also defeat the enemy." ”

His man's words made Cargino laugh, but the smile looked sarcastic.

"Listen to you, that's why I'm probably going to be the governor of Genoa in the future, and you'll always be just a soldier," Calgino said, shaking his head a little sarcastically, "You think Giovanni Borgia will come to help us so honestly, I can bet you that at this time he is either slowly spinning in place, or he is trying to figure out how to take the rearo effortlessly without losing many troops, but the only thing he didn't think about was to come and help us." ”

Saying that, Cardino pursed his lips indifferently and continued: "But I don't blame him, in fact, I think so too, otherwise we will always be consumed in Tarogu and refuse to take a step forward." ”

Calgino's words caused a burst of laughter all around, and it was clear that the Genoese were doing well in the Tarogues for a few days.

"But that Cambrai actually thought that the Venetians would break each other, but he was a little underestimated."

Cargino muttered to himself, and then he looked back at the soldiers standing a little farther away, one of them had an eye that was not yet fully swollen, and looked as if something was hiding under his eyelids.

"You say the Neapolitan has his army in the southwest of town, right?"

"Yes, my lord," replied one of the soldiers, "we see that his army is southwest of the town, and that he has requisitioned a lot of houses, and that there seem to be his men on a high terrace outside the town." ”

"What does that Cambrai want to do?" Kargino looked at another simple map next to him a little strangely, it was the terrain of Orar Town that someone had just drawn for him, although it was rough, but at least he could still see a rough appearance, "Does he want to just cower in Orar and not leave?" Or did he think he would be able to escape the Venetians in this way? ”

Calgino's gaze moved rapidly across the map until it finally landed near the high platform that the soldier had just spoken.

"Come here and tell me where that mesa is."

Calgino beckoned to the soldier, and when he saw the soldier's finger draw a circle in the southeast direction of the town, Calgino's eyes narrowed slightly.

At the same time, a pensive expression appeared on his face.

"That Cambrai, what does he want to do?" An officer leaned over and looked at the map, "My lord, unless it's to escape, I can't think of what he left his army in the southwest of Oral." ”

"You say he's trying to escape?" Cardino glanced at the officer.

"What else can it be, behind him is the road to Pisa, and because of the North Arno River, as long as he wants to escape, he doesn't have to worry about being shortcut by the Venetians." The officer sneered, "I don't know how the Count of Montina is fighting, but I still admire his ability to consider a way out." ”

The man's witty remark drew a laugh from the others, but when they saw Cardino's expressionless expression, the laughter gradually subsided.

Calgino gave a cold look at his men, then lowered his head and continued to stare at the map.

There was silence in the room, and the Genoese waited for their commander to make a judgment.

"He's not trying to run away," Calgino suddenly broke the silence, his slender fingers tapping a few times on the map, "he's going to wait here for the enemy." ”

"Your Excellency, do you mean that Cambrai really thinks that the Venetians will attack us?"

Looking up at one of his subordinate officers with a puzzled face, Cardino said lightly: "It's not just that Cambrai, I think so too." ”

"Don't stop, be stronger, be stronger!" The urging made the soldiers irritated, and if it weren't for the fear of being whipped, many of them would have wanted to throw their tools on the ground and never move.

No one could have imagined how Gompati, who had always loved artillery, could suddenly become a construction maniac again, this mercenary who still hung the title of captain of the city defense of Pisa was now stripped naked on his upper body, holding a spear that he didn't know who he had snatched from whom, and he kept shouting while poking hard at the tail handle of the spear at the soldiers who seemed to him to be lazy.

"Move, move, it's war, you know, it's war!"

Gompati's voice was hoarse, and he urged everyone he could see to work hard, and then his figure would pop up and down all over the terrace, and he would violently stab the newly built gun mounts with the spear in his hand, and once he found that the soil was loose, Gompati would curse, and then force the soldiers to reinforce.

"Don't you know how to work, then let me teach you!" Gompati roared and kicked the wall in front of him a few times, then pointed to the place where he had stepped on the dented footprints on the wall and scolded the soldiers next to him, "Do you think my feet will be stronger than the artillery, listen, if you can't make this place stronger, then I will choose one of you to stand behind this and wait for the cannon to be fired, and then you will pray that God will have mercy on you." ”

With that, he threw off his spear in a huff and continued to walk forward to find the next person waiting to be scolded.

The whole terrace was busy, people were carrying stones, piling up gun mounts, and placing the guns again and again according to the method that Gompati had learned somewhere, while others carefully moved the gunpowder in the barrels to the back of the platform and hid it.

When Alexander came to the terrace, he could see from a distance that Gompati was lying under a cannon, his hand stretched out and muttering to himself while he was still muttering.

Seeing Alexander, Gompati immediately got up, and regardless of the dirty appearance on his body, he asked in a somewhat worried but faintly excited tone: "My lord, what do you think, our artillery has been arranged," and his expression became slightly solemn, "But do you really think that the Venetians will come to attack us?" ”

Not that I think so, Alexander said helplessly.

"They're coming, and Calgino is arranging his army to the front of town." Alexander stood on the edge of the mesa and looked down on the town, "He must have thought that the Venetians might attack him in the forest, so he wanted to use the town as a backing and retreat if necessary." ”

"Did he think about it, I thought he was going to be stupid." Gompati was a little unimpressed.

"Cardino is a veteran of the battlefield, he can't be that stupid," Alexander chuckled, knowing that his men were unhappy with the Genoese ridicule, but at this time he didn't care about it.

For Alexander, the upcoming battle was too important.

Calgino had probably guessed that Giovanni might take advantage of the opportunity to stand still, but Alexander thought much more.

Will Giovanni take the opportunity to capture Montina?

The idea lingered as soon as it appeared, and the natural distrust of the Borgia family was not diminished in the slightest by the ambiguity with Lucrezia.

On the contrary, Alexander became more careful with the family.

Melodious music came from the town, which was the signal for the Genoese to end their day's work.

The Genoese who had placed their army in the open space mentioned earlier by Shaskina could be faintly seen, and a group of Genoese could also be seen leaving the town and slowly advancing east from the main road leading to the outside of the town.

"The Genoese have acted."

Alexander whispered to himself, although he had known that Cardino would do this, but seeing this scene, Alexander still sighed in his heart.

Cargino is undoubtedly an experienced soldier, but behind his seemingly arrogant appearance is his own plans and intentions.

Rather than leaving his army entirely in the town, Cargino chose to send a part of his army to occupy the open area to the east of the town, which was undoubtedly a deliberate decision.

Calgino had apparently taken into account the possibility that the Venetians might attack him on their own initiative, and that he had to occupy a vantage point outside the town in order to ensure that his army would not be blocked in the town.

Looking at the Genoese who had gradually disappeared into the road east of the town, Alexander looked calm, and it was only when he looked back at the half-built artillery mounts that his eyes flashed with excitement.

"Tell me Gompati, if you need to, can you make sure these cannons are used to their fullest power?"

Alexander's question made Gompati understand something for a moment, and he rubbed his hands vigorously in excitement, but then shook his head with some chagrin.

"I can guarantee that every cannon is the best, in my opinion they are much cuter than women, but you know, we don't have a chance to calibrate the artillery, if I can shoot a shot, yes, just one shot, I can guarantee that these cannons will look like they have eyes."

Gompati said excitedly, turning around and slapping the cannon beside him hard, and then looked at Alexander expectantly.

"I can't meet your request."

Alexander said a little helplessly, he had the illusion that if he relented a little, Gompati might really target a certain building in the town, and looking at his eyes, Alexander couldn't help but think of the name "butcher", which was already a household name in Pisa.

"But even so, I ask that you make sure that these cannons are capable of doing their job," Alexander continued, as he walked to the edge of the mesa and looked to the east, which was gradually shrouded in darkness, where a dark twilight covered the land under a curtain of night, and everything seemed blurred, Alexander raised his hand and pointed into the distance, "Right there, I could feel that the Venetians had come." ”