The torrential rain continues.

The Venetian infantry, soaked in the rain, dragged heavy boots and leather armor, only a few of them wore helmets, cuirasses, leg armor or sleeveless chain mail, armed with halberds, crossbows or their favorite weapons, their spirits were not high, but rather a little sluggish, in the fifteenth century, rain was regarded as a product of God, sheltering the rain was an act of defiance of God's favor, and it was impossible for mercenaries to carry umbrellas at this time, which were not widely used at all. They could only breathe smoothly with their shields or cloaks. One by one, they climbed aboard the boat, and Nicholas looked at them, frowning and depressed, but he had no room to turn back.

The wooden boat set off from the right bank of the Tarot River, crossed the Tarot River, and attacked the main force of the French army, the Tarot River was not a wide river, but in the torrential rain, it appeared extraordinarily muddy and raging, the oarsman constantly wiped the rain from his face, and with a hazy vision to find the other side of the river, now Niccolo could only hope that the lost ship would drift elsewhere instead of sinking, he heard the sound of the boats colliding together, cooing, his horse twitched its nose restlessly, shook its head, he hurriedly hugged it, Fortunately, neither the Venetian nor the horses were afraid of water, but the problem was that the rain, the rain, the rain cursed by the devil, turned the world created by God into chaos. Although the time to cross the river was short, Niccolaud couldn't help but think of Noah's seven days and seven nights of wandering on the sea and in the torrential rain, and what it was like for a wise man to feel at that time, and he really understood.

No matter what Nikro and his mercenaries thought, their feet still touched the muddy ground, the ground was so loose that Nikro almost thought he had stepped into the mud at the bottom of the river, he led the horse out of a long way, and finally got on the horse on a vine-covered ground, and there was a soft, low sound of horns around him, which was the reaction of the Venetian squad leaders, and Nicholas had to try his best to capture the sounds to hear them, and he took out his horn, There was a long blow.

The cavalry around him mounted one after another, and the Venetian infantry, both visible and invisible, moved, and in such rainy days, crossbowmen and archers became a burden, and fortunately, the French artillery and arquebuses could not be used.

The Venetian infantry has always been famous among Italian mercenaries, because the Ottoman Turks and Venice conflicts, this sword has been constantly sharpened, although most of them wear leather armor, but the rich money makes them fully equipped and strong, because of the government's years of employment, they are more like the army of a country than the mercenaries in Florence and other places, and the organization and discipline are commendable - even in this bad weather, after a short period of adaptation, It also adjusted their bad mentality in time, and the torrential rain brought them dampness and cold, but it was also able to blind them to the eyes and ears of the enemy.

Unfortunately, the first to find them was a Swiss mercenary, he shouted, and immediately beat the drums around him, and the halberders and crossbowmen who were huddled under the rudimentary tents and carriages immediately got up, they were the first soldiers to meet the surprise attack of the Venetians, the Venetians and their enemies, the Turks, learned how to use the scimitar, and the Swiss were equally adept at using two-handed swords, the Morning Star stick (a club with spikes), the Lucerne hammer, and they fought together, The first Swiss soldiers, who had been caught up in a hurry, were almost completely wiped out, but they had bought time for their spearmen, and with the increasingly rapid sound of drums, the Venetians broke through the misty rain and saw rows of spears.

The rain was falling, the spears were forward, and the Venetian infantry who rushed to the front were pierced on the spears with their speed and heavy bodies, their eyes wide and bewildered, as if they did not understand why death had come suddenly, and the experienced and clever old mercenaries stopped in time, and they looked in awe at the sharp spears, which were about twenty feet long when they were lowered, and shouted: "Where are the crossbowmen, where are the crossbowmen?" Then they stepped back, and the crossbowmen stepped forward, complaining about the damage the rain might inflict on their crossbows, while hiding behind the shield wall and winding their hand-held crossbows with a turning device.

The Swiss crossbowmen were too late after the first crossbow arrows were fired at the spear phalanx, they immediately returned fire, and suddenly a slender blank appeared on the battle line, the Swiss spearmen were not accustomed to armor, but the first two or three columns would wear helmets and cuirasses to avoid being pierced by crossbow arrows, the first crossbow arrows did not do much damage, about four or five spearmen fell, they were dragged down, the vacant places were filled by others, and the people around them, even their brothers, fathers, sons, Nor can they move their bodies or cry out at this time, but they look resolutely at the enemy's location and remain motionless. And at this moment, like the falcon descending, two teams of Swiss halberders from both sides of the phalanx around the back of the Venetian shield wall, the halberd this weapon is like an axe with an extended handle, and there is a hook at one end, when they meet, the leather armor and chain mail of the Venetian infantry will be torn apart like parchment, the muscles will bloom, blood will burst out, and the bones will break, and those cavalrymen will be pulled by the hook if they are not careful, and pull down directly from their horses, if they don't do that, then their horses will be chopped down by the heavy axe- The Swiss halberders went straight behind the shield wall, and after breaking through the line of defense of the infantry, they faced the fragile crossbowmen, some of whom were still checking their crossbows, or winding them, or installing arrows, which was no longer a battle, but a slaughter, and the commander of the Swiss spearmen once again struck the drum as soon as he saw the enemy's shield wall collapse.

Knock – knock, knock.

Knock – knock, knock.

Knock – knock, knock.

Probably no one could have imagined that a phalanx of nearly forty to fifty feet could move at such a speed, and the Swiss spearmen first stepped forward in unison according to the beat of the drum, and then ran side by side in the dense beat of the drum, their spears had a sharp iron spearhead more than a foot long in front of them, and when they were put down, there was a dense forest of iron thorns, and this dense forest poured like the tide of the sea, the momentum was amazing, and it was irresistible, and the infantry of the Venetians suddenly lost the courage to resist, and they turned and fled one after another, but it was useless to escape, Nichiro's familiar voice suddenly sounded beside them: "River! Behind you is the Tarot River! You have nowhere to go! ”

He repeated the words, drove his horses dangerously among his soldiers, and tried to reach everyone's ears, and when every soldier fell, he felt heartache, but if he continued, his soldiers would only be driven into the Tarot, and the Venetians would swim well, but the Tarot River was under the torrential rain for days, the water was turbulent, the river was muddy, and the rain obscured the view, and he himself was not sure that he would be able to survive in such waters—his screams finally worked, With the Tarot River behind them, the Venetian infantry, with no way out, finally provoked their ferocity, and those who had been pierced no longer turned their backs to the enemy, but faced them, and even if the pain of being pierced made it almost impossible for them to lift their weapons, they would cling to their spears tightly, giving their companions the opportunity to charge into the spear phalanx.

"What about the cavalry?" Nickroy cried out in a near breakdown, "What about our heavy cavalry? ”

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The Milanese cavalry of the Holy Alliance fell into a swamp in misery.

Of course, it was not a swamp, but a soft muddy field, but when the rainstorm hit, and the men and horses in armor went up, it became entangled like an ugly prostitute, and in the face of the herald of Gonchaga, the leader of the cavalry dragged the reins of the war horse in despair: "Look at us! He shouted, "Look at us!" Only God can make them stand up! ”

His horse neighed mournfully, and struggled again, throwing his master and himself into mud...... But, that's all.

Seeing this, the herald rode back a few steps in fear, leaving behind the Milanese, who were still struggling in the mire, and threw himself again into the rain curtain to deliver the terrible news to their commander Gonchaga.

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Nicholas was almost bleeding from his eyes. The rain is waning and the sky is turning from gray to white, how long have they been holding out? Is it a quarter of an hour or two quarters of an hour? Or more? As the rain decreased, the temperature also rose, the water beneath their feet began to evaporate, and the water vapor that Nikro smelled was thick with blood, the mud under his horse's hooves, the only ground he could tread on was piled up by the corpses of the Venetians, his armor was so heavy that he could not lift his hands, and he was surrounded by hateful Swiss and their spears, Nichiro decided that he, and his soldiers, must flee immediately, or they might never see the blue waters of the Adriatic Sea again.

And just as he raised the horn, his body was light, and the whole person was thrown up, as an experienced old mercenary, he knew that he had hit something hard in the speed of speed, he turned his body to avoid being fatally injured after hitting the ground, and looked towards his original position, in just two or three seconds, he could hardly see anything clear, but then he suddenly laughed!

He laughed, tears streaming down his cheeks, knowing that this time the goddess of fate had favored him and his soldiers.

The mount that hit Nichol was a tumbling stone ball, but luckily, the ball was exhausted when it hit his horse, and Nicolo's horse died, but he didn't. Nikoro quickly got to his feet, hid in a small pit full of muddy water, and watched in ecstasy at the scene outside - the hoplites he expected were still struggling in the mire, but the artillery he didn't know was coming with amazing results - when people faced the Swiss spear phalanx, it was common to either use a salvo of bows and crossbows, or a heavy knight wedge charge, using the knight's steel armor and flesh to cut through the phalanx, but for the dense Swiss phalanx, The stone bullets fired by the artillery seemed more like a nightmare, their enemies were hundreds of feet away, the stone bullets were bloodless and fleshless, but each bullet would have several people falling.

The commander of the Swiss immediately shouted his crossbowmen, halberders, and cavalry, but when they rushed to the front of the artillery, they were greeted by a row of wagons, piled high with goods that the French had plundered from the Italians, and those who got them did not care to pile up these precious silks, porcelain, and furniture to resist the enemy, and the artillery, which had caused a great deal of Swiss casualties, was hidden behind the wagons, and the muzzles protruded from the gaps, and when the cavalry and halberders charged, A puff of smoke rose and the not-so-familiar sound of clashing sounded.

A lightly armed cavalryman even thought they were a bit like a group of old ladies farting one after another, and by the time he finally thought of what it was, the projectile had already blossomed in his chest, and he fell off the galloping horse, and with the continuous sound of gunfire, there were very few Swiss who could finally rush to the temporary barrier, and Gonzalo, who watched all this, could not help but show an uneasy look - the appearance of the arquebus had changed almost all the old soldier's previous experience and cognition.

The general looked at the young bishop beside him, his face was beautiful, his expression was serious, his hands were clasped in front of his abdomen, what a beautiful and holy scene it would be if this scene were placed in Mass or other sacraments, he had called Julio a devil before, it was just a joke, but now, he was a little unsure.

A soldier walked up and interrupted Gonzalo's dangerous thoughts, "The artillery is running out of support. ”

They had picked up the cannons when they followed King Charles VIII all the way north, and Gonzalo, like Charles VIII, believed that the cannons had failed in the rainstorm, and that it was Giulio who insisted that his soldiers dismount and pave the way with branches and vines to pull the cannons all the way here.

However, Gonzalo also knew that there were many monks who were very good at predicting the weather, and it seems that this was one of the compulsory courses for the bishops.

"It doesn't matter," said Giulio, "it's not ours anyway." "Thank you, King Charles VIII of France for his generous gift.

"It's about the same," Gonzalo said, "the Venetians have retreated." ”