"The Venetians have retreated," Bayard asked, "Your Majesty, are we going to continue the pursuit?" ”

"No, let the Swiss set up in the rear," said Charles VIII, "let my knights come back, and we will go." ”

Bayard took a deep breath, but he did not object to the king's words, after all, those spearmen were only Swiss mercenaries, not French, and Charles VIII's order was quickly conveyed everywhere, and the Swiss did not know why, and thought that they had received the sympathy of their employers, and they thought that they could also be protected by the French when they fought for the French as before.

Unfortunately, this time it did not, although the rain did not stop, it no longer affected people's sight, and the Holy Alliance army, which was several times larger than the Swiss, pressed on them.

Gonchaga cursed when he heard the Spaniards suddenly appear on the left flank of the French, and he immediately guessed that Gonzalo had come to snatch the fruits of victory, but he didn't say anything more, the Milanese were still struggling in the mire, and the rest of the army was also in confusion, and the only advantage he now had was numbers - Gonzalo's defeat at the Battle of Seminara was laughed at by many, but Gonzalo never said much about it, and sure enough, in a few months, Gonzalo succeeded in turning the tide. As a general, he was indeed worthy of the king's trust, and with him, Gonchaga might be able to hope for a satisfactory outcome in this messy battle.

Charles VIII did not hesitate to leave the Swiss, with his own edict knights and French soldiers to charge, he did not hesitate to abandon the artillery to take away all the booty left in the rear, soldiers and knights suffered numerous losses, Pope Alexander VI also failed to crown him as king of Naples, it can be said that this expedition did not gain a little benefit, but suffered heavy losses, but now he does not want anything, he just wants to go home, the knights and soldiers around him are the same, this thought also gave them great courage, The French army was like a hungry and wounded mad wolf that tore at those who stood in their way, as Gonzalo had met in Naples, and the Italians, whose knowledge of defeat was limited to ransom, flinched, and they made way for the French, who broke away from the valley and began to climb the hill on the left side of the road, condescendingly, making the Holy Alliance army under the command of Gonchaga less likely to win.

The light after the end of the rainstorm lasted almost only two or three hours before it was gone, Gonzchaga sighed regretfully, Nikro was still searching for his soldiers and did not return, while the other generals were busy collecting the prisoners, scattered routs and booty, his tent was empty, but he liked this emptiness, if Gonzalo returned empty-handed, then he would be the first to see him, after all, he was the commander of the Holy Alliance's army.

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Charles VIII bowed his head, his head drowsy, accompanied by a few loyal warriors on horseback, full of apprehension, but not knowing how to comfort their king.

"How far are we from Paris?" Charles VIII asked suddenly.

"Not far off," said Bayar, as he removed the rudimentary torch lest the king get into the smoke of his eyes, and Charles VIII stared for a moment at the torch that was still smoking, and turned his gaze downward, and the Swiss gave up their resistance after finding themselves abandoned by their employers, and they either fled or were captured, and then it was up to them to see what their fate was, Charles VIII didn't care about the Swiss, but he didn't dare to look at his soldiers, and there was a faint sound of crying in the darkness, some of them drank, some of them resisted, There was a small commotion, and the knights of the Imperial Decree would normally teach these unscrupulous fellows a lesson, but tonight, they did not want to think about anything but their home and their wives.

Charles VIII, however, felt a pang of anger and horror, fearing that the soldiers, and even the knights around him, would consider him guilty for causing the war, and he murmured a prayer to God that he would return to France in peace, and that he would not die at the hands of thugs and traitors.

When he opened his eyes again, a little light caught his attention, and Charles VIII was pleasantly surprised to think that this might be God's revelation to him, and that he would live forever like a star...... Wait, aren't these stars a little too much?

Bayar wordlessly embraced his Majesty the King behind him.

At the top of the hill they had climbed stood a line of crossbowmen, behind them a neat line of javelin cavalry, their retinues with torches, spears and halberds flashing in the faint light, and as they swayed, Gonzalo, the Spaniard, rode out of the passage for knights and soldiers, and bowed to Charles VIII in a pretended manner.

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Giovanni. Sforza lay on the wet mud, as exhausted as his horse, and listened to the sounds of the battlefield change from quiet to noisy and then from noisy to silent, and he knew that he would surely become the laughing stock of the Sforza family for a hundred years, thinking of Ludovico. Sforza's gloomy face, he trembled with fear, think about how Ludovico would be furious, he still counted on recoup a little Milan's losses from this battle, but who knew that the field was trampled by the devil, Giovanni didn't want to spend a normal battle in the mire, he was also Sforza, and Sforza didn't have a coward.

He lamented, and at the same time looked up at the sound of creaking footsteps - he saw a Swiss halberd.

The halberd man didn't seem to expect to encounter a cavalryman stuck in the mire here, and he only glanced at the coat of arms on Sforza's coat and armor, and immediately showed an evil smile and slashed down his halberd!

"At least give me a little time to repent! You heretic! Giovanni jumped nimbly and dodged the blow, not even having a chance to draw his dagger in the midst of the awkward dodge.

"Am I going to find you a priest?" The halberd said mockingly, and then more Swiss appeared around him, all of them wandering from the battlefield, although they were embarrassed, but their eyes were full of greed and viciousness for Giovanni's great prey.

"The priest doesn't," a voice replied in time, "is it okay for the bishop?" ”

Then the bolts rained down.

"Thank you so much." After disposing of the daring Swiss, Giovanni had the strength and time to thank his benefactor, thinking that his previous answer was only to ridicule the Swiss, who knew that under the chain mail and helmet was really a bishop, or the archbishop of Lucca: "Giulio. Medici! Saint, how did you come here!? ”

"I came with General Gonzalo," Giulio said, "and after the battle, he allowed me to look around. ”

"I'm glad you're willing to look around......" Giovanni jumped up suddenly: "Hell! So the battle is complete, complete, and without a single discount? ”

"It's over," Julio ruthlessly shattered his illusions, "now it's safe in the valley to allow a fragile bishop to walk around." ”

Giovanni hehe, "I don't think there's any 'vulnerable' bishop here," he looked Giulio up and down: "Although I've heard that the Vatican is 'full of talent', I didn't expect that in addition to alcoholism, prostitution, and gluttony, the bishop would have to learn how to fight a halberd commander - God, you still won!" ”

"It's just the courage of a horseman." Giulio looked at him, and Giovanni followed suit, his gaze lingered on Giulio's fuchsia belt for a moment, and he grinned: "I used the golden florin to buy those corpses, what do you think?" ”

Giulio couldn't say anything, General Gonzalo had just bought a king with a piece of land, and then there was a Sforza here to buy prisoners and dead people, but he didn't refuse, some of these people were killed and captured by the Milanese, and as a bishop, the exploits of war only embarrassed him, "As for the most expensive one," Giovanni. "When I get back to Pesaro, I'll surprise you." ”

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The rest of the story had little to do with Giulio, except for the Great Mass for the fallen soldiers, the solemn confessional rites, and the many sacraments in return for God's protection.

At this time, a messenger from Rome finally found Giulio, and Luclaycia wrote to Giulio that after their triumph, Pope Alexander VI would start with her and Giovanni. Sforza's divorce is over.

It is difficult to describe his feelings, and after folding the letter and placing it in the reliquary hanging from the chain, Giulio put on his bishop's garb and went to see King Charles VIII of France.

Charles VIII was talking about repentance to him, in fact, he just stared at Giulio viciously for a few times, then turned away without saying a word, Giulio guessed who told him about the role he played in this battle, after all, the alliance is not monolithic, let alone Gonzalo and his glory Jean Juan. Borgia was jealous, he declared countless times at the banquet that it was with him like the god of war that Italy could be preserved, he not only wanted to take away Gonzalo and Giulio's exploits, but also Gonchaga and Niccolò, Gonchaga was okay, he was the Marquis of Mandova, Alexander VI would naturally try to compensate him, but Niccolò was not right, as the commander of the mercenaries, money and honor were as important to him, and to win in such a big battle, His legions and his own mercenaries would go up a new level, and he would be able to receive more contracts, and the Venetians had lost nearly two thousand men in this battle, less than he expected, but no matter how little loss was a loss, how long would it take him to fill the vacant position? Juan, this kid who didn't have a little blood on his boots dared to treat him like nothing? He couldn't bear the humiliation.

For the time being, however, no one dared to provoke Juan, and the feast ended in a mess, with Juan wearing a crown of golden laurel leaves and a naked prostitute in his arms, like an ancient Roman, and the alliance finally had a complete conclusion in its dealings with the French, who ransomed their kings and generals from the Italians almost bankruptly, but all the knights were not ransomed, but were hanged, and the soldiers were kept as slaves, and where they went, it was up to them to see if they were lucky.

Charles VIII returned to his court almost alone, and on the way he began to have a high fever and babble, and when he woke up again, the doctor was bleeding him, and his wife, Anne of Brittany, was sitting in a chair not far from him, looking at him with a smile, and the look in her eyes told Charles VIII that she was not worried about him, not only was she not worried, but she was glad to see him come to such an end.

Seeing Charles VIII wake up, Anne only looked at him, and the doctor and servant wisely retired, Charles VIII saw this and struggled violently, what else could not be understood, in the two years of his expedition to Italy, Anne had mastered the entire court.

"You ...... Witch! He wanted to shout, but his voice was so weak that he could barely hear it.

"I'm yours...... Husband! “

"I'm ...... Your King! ”

"You can't ...... Such...... Do this to me! ”

Gasp......

"Anne...... My wife...... My Queen," the consequence of Charles VIII's exertion was that he felt weaker and weaker, and as a last resort, he slowed his tone: "Shouldn't you be loyal to me? ”

"What will you do if I die?"

"To the convent?"

"You and I don't have children......"

"Well, I swear...... I would take Brittany...... Give you back ......."

"We can have different rooms, if you don't want to ......"

"I beg you to ......"

But no matter what Charles VIII said, Anne just sat on the edge of the bed, smiling, and said nothing. She's ...... Wait for him to die......

At dusk, Della. Lovere came again and made a sacrament for him.

As if sensing something, Charles VIII no longer made senseless coercion and temptation, but gasped and made one last request - he wanted to hire an assassin to assassinate a bishop, Giulio. Medici, in the chaotic memory of Charles VIII, this man became the culprit of his fallen, and the others he might be forgiven, only Giulio. Medici can't!

This time Anne finally gave him a response, and she leaned forward and listened carefully to the king's request.

"I promise you."

Anne pressed her hands to her chest and said compassionately, "But it may take a while." ”

"For ...... Why ......"

"Because the treasury is empty, Your Majesty," Anne's smile widened a little, "the royal family's savings have been empty in order to redeem you from Italy, and your minister has even borrowed a sum of money from Brittany, my Majesty, until it is accumulated again...... The fee you need," she looked at Charles VIII, "it could take a hundred years." ”

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Anne of Brittany wore the black veil as she wished, and as soon as the funeral was over, she couldn't wait to return to her domain, Charles VIII was the last person of the Valois dynasty, and he succeeded him to the Duke of Orleans, the one who was called Louis XII after his accession, he originally had a wife, Jeanne of France, his niece, but in order to ensure that Brittany still belonged to France, he had to declare the previous marriage null and void, and instead marry Anne, the widow of Charles VIII, for which Jeanne of France and Anne of Brittany had something to say, but they also know very well that this is the arrangement they have to accept.

But Anne of Brittany, and the nobles who supported the independence of Brittany, were trying their best to obstruct the matter, although they knew that Louis XII would not give up, but they could delay it for as long as they could, fortunately Pope Alexander VI had a great appetite, and France had emptied the royal family in order to redeem Charles VIII, and Louis XII could not raise the bribe money of Alexander VI and his cardinals during the first and a half sessions, so the matter had to be put on hold for the time being.

But in order to curry favor with Alexander VI, Louis XII did something surprising when he allowed de la Dra. Lovere remained at the French court, but in an accident, the cardinal was castrated due to injuries sustained by a fallen horse.

This accident severed Dela. Lovere's way to becoming pope.

Note: Because when Catholicism was just rising, many monks emasculated themselves in order to maintain purity, and the Church believed that mutilating one's body to maintain chastity was not an appropriate act, so bishops before becoming pope had to be carefully examined, not to mention anything else, even the balls could not be missing - the small train had passed, and the medieval things were really broken!