Indeed, as Carboni had predicted, several Florentine patriarchs went out of the city to meet Caesar, whom they considered invincible. Borgia, they brought with them money orders and securities worth 20,000 gold florins, and explained that if the Duke of Valentino was willing to deign to enter the city, they would have a great welcome and countless gifts.

Caesar, of course, knew what they were thinking, and it should be said that this was exactly what he wanted to see, but he would not easily enter a hostile city, and Charles VIII's mistakes were still fresh in people's minds. Three hundred lancers led by Alegre and seven hundred infantry led by the lord of Perugia, Giampaolo, marched into the city of Florence. Behind them was the Duke of Valentino and his army defending him.

Giampaolo of Perugia was only a side branch of the Baglioni family, and if it weren't for the fact that Atalante, the sister of the former Grand Duke of Perugia, was blinded by power and wanted to give Perugia to her illegitimate son, murdered the orthodox heir Terra, and forced away her nephew (another brother's son) Tosino, and her illegitimate son was assassinated for angering Pope Alexander VI, this position would definitely not have been his turn to sit, perhaps because of this, he was very interested in Caesar. Borgia was extremely respectful. But when it comes to the talent of the combat soldiers, one can only shake their heads, at least not compared with his performance at the table and bed.

He was a philistine, but he was also a philistine, and he was more and more self-righteous Caesar. Borgia, dealing with the treacherous and vicious colleagues around him, a stupid man is far safer than a smart man.

He rode side by side with Yves, the captain of the French mercenaries. Ever since he had accepted Caesar's five hundred gold florins, Alegre seemed to be relieved of what had happened in Forlì's castle, and he was even very enthusiastic about Giamparo, laughing and laughing along the way, and telling some lewd jokes. One of them, who made Gian Paoro laugh so hard that he almost fell off his horse, pressed his chest and looked at Yves reproachfully, just as Yve's herald came galloping and told them that there was a caravan ahead and was moving slowly.

"What caravan?" Out of the greed of the mercenary, Yves asked almost subconsciously.

"Drinks." The herald said, pouting his tongue softly, it was the end of May, and the temperature was no longer so pleasant, and it was even hotter at noon.

"Drive the merchants away." Yves commanded, an order that was in line with the herald's wishes, and he bowed to Yves, turned and rode away, "It seems we can moisten our throats." "I can barely wait." Gian Paoro said, holding up his hand to block out the sun and look out at the end of the road.

If Yves's soldiers were careless, they were wronged, and after they had driven the merchants away, they also checked the barrels, which were indeed wine, and let the dogs and the prostitutes who accompanied them try it before drinking it. But Yves. Alegre frowned when he came to them, for it was a large caravan of eight wagons, and perhaps because of the soldiers, they were lined up in such a way that they almost blocked the road, and even if there were soldiers beating and scolding them, it would be difficult for the stupid servants to clear the way immediately.

Yves waved his hand in annoyance, "Kill them all." He said, "We'll do it ourselves." ”

The soldiers immediately complied, one might even say with great pleasure, and with a vicious smile, they pressed on the Florentines, but to their surprise, the Florentines, who had always been weak and incompetent, drew their swords hidden in the cracks of the barrels and stabbed them in the heart and throat.

The less vigilant soldiers immediately fell, and the more alert, or quick-reacting soldiers, shouted, but the Florentines, after the blow, immediately retreated, with the carriage in the way, and when the soldiers gathered around, they had almost all fled, leaving only a neighing fuse, only to hear a loud noise, the carriage broke into countless pieces, the soldiers by the carriage were either dead or seriously wounded, Yves and Giamparo's horses were frightened, and Yves could barely stay on the horseback, Gianpaolo, on the other hand, fell miserably, feeling pain all over his body, his ears ringing, and he wanted to scream, but he could not make a sound, and could only watch Yves flee.

Yves made a clever choice, for soon, from the smoke and dust that filled the air, more wagons appeared, their ruts leaving deep marks on the soft earth, the walls of which had no windows, and as soon as they reached the appointed position, the front fenders of the carriages were opened, revealing the small guns inside, which were longer, thinner, and lighter than the usual guns, and which could be easily pulled by a horse—and the wagons loaded with the cannons each had stone-laden wagons as barriers and coverarquebusiers and spearmen hid behind, and if a cavalry broke through the fire, it was their job.

However, almost no cavalry could break through the barrage of these artillery, yes, the barrage, these cannons fired not solid stone projectiles, but gravel and small iron pellets, driven by gunpowder, the lethality of these things was within a thousand feet, almost no less than the bullets of later generations, and even the plate armor of the cavalry could not fully resist their damage to the human body, and after discovering this, Yves immediately ordered his soldiers to retreat - he would not fight for Caesar. Borgia has exhausted his forces.

But a similar loud noise, and the wailing that followed, came from the rear of the army. Alegre spat out a mouthful of bloody spittle, and rode his horse towards the hills on the side of the road, but as soon as his horse sank into the lush grass at the waist height of a grown man, he groaned and fell, almost crushing Yves under him—Yves got up from the ground in disarray, and found that the horse's legs had been broken, and in the grass, where people could not see, there were small holes that had been dug out of purpose—the caves were irregularly distributed, and the width could sink into both the horse's hooves and the feet of humans, a foot deep, Once trapped, it is easy for both humans and horses to break their legs.

It's not something that can be done overnight, so is there anything Yves doesn't understand?

They fell into the trap of the Florentines.

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When the change happened, the Florentine "messenger" followed Caesar with trepidation. With Borgia, they wanted to go back to Florence first, but Caesar did not allow it, so they had to go with him in pain, and their hearts were not without fear, except for the moody Borgia, they were also afraid that the Florentine people would think that they were Florentine traitors, and expelled them from their family as they had been to the Medici.

When someone asks Caesar. Borgia reported that when he met a group of merchants who bought and sold drinks, they were still a little confused, because since three days ago, no caravans had been allowed to leave Florence, and at the same time, there was a vague expectation in their hearts, could it be possible that these people also had the same purpose as them? If that were the case, the Council of Eighty must have approved of their approach and decided to submit a request to Caesar. Borgia succumbed.

Before they could stand up in their chests, the explosion happened.

If you look down from the sky, you can clearly see that on the left and right sides of Borgia's army, there are camouflaged artillery convoys on the top of the hills or hidden in the wilderness, and their roar tears Borgia's army of nearly 12,000 men into several sections, and the French and Borgia soldiers could not even determine where their enemy came from for a while.

Eve. Alegre managed to find Caesar. Borgia, Caesar was wounded, and thankfully Paul was beside him. Orsini saved him from the artillery fire in time, and as for the Florentines, who would have taken care of them, they would probably all be dead—Caesar turned over and mounted Orsini's horse, shouted loudly, gathered his soldiers, and retreated to the rear.

It was impossible to go any further, the crumbling carriages, the fallen horses, and the artillery, the arquebusiers had formed an impregnable wall, and they could only go back - two thousand soldiers lost their lives in the forced breakthrough, and the Borgias finally broke through the Florentine blockade and fled to Alipoli, where they had been stationed, where Caesar had left a thousand soldiers.

The Florentines did not pursue them, or rather, they themselves were frightened by such an end, unlike previous wars, in which there were very few prisoners, most of them had broken legs in the wilderness, and the soldiers who had died in the artillery could hardly see what they had been, and some of the councillors could not help but turn around and vomit, and there was a look of intolerance to see inside, and Carboni could not help but draw a cross on his chest.

A man came over and said a few words, and Carboni walked over, and he saw a dusty, bloodstained but still recognizable face—Giampaoro, lord of Perugia. Baglioni.

His breathing had stopped.