Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

How did the fight start?

Who caused the incident first?

Who is responsible for causing the direct conflict?

When the dull rifle sounded on the open ground, no one thought about it anymore.

The soldiers of the Pope's Army who were lining up suddenly saw that as the smoke rose, then there was a large roar of sharp roars.

A soldier fell to the ground before he could react. A red blood stain instantly stained the land under his neck. At the same time, when the companions around him didn't know what had happened, other soldiers in the team also spread There was a scream.

"Attack!" A veteran yelled and raised his shield. Although he knew it was useless in front of the musket, his habit for many years still made him shrink his body behind the shield as much as possible.

As he was about to look up, the roar of the second burst of muskets rang at this time.

The veteran only felt that the shield in his hand seemed to be smashed head-on. The huge impact pushed him to a stagger and almost fell. The shield retaining rope hanging on his arm was so hard that it hurt him. He opened his mouth. When he finally stood firm, there was a bullet on the top of the shield that had been hit by a bullet, and there was a hot pain on his face. He reached out and touched a piece of bullet that was in addition to the wet blood. Fly, the shield fragments on the face.

"Go forward!"

A mercenary officer raised his sword. He was keenly aware that the position where the opponent was standing was obviously not suitable for defensive terrain, and it was obviously organized in a hurry with the apparently small number of enemies.

Watching the musketeers of Montina are reloading alternately after two rounds of shooting, and the spearmen in the opposing array, whether wide or thick, are obviously not enough to protect their musketeers standing in the front of the line, this The officer gave a decisive order to attack.

The mercenaries began to approach the Montina army across the open area. Although they could not let go of the foot and storm forward in order to maintain the formation, the distance between the two sides was rapidly approaching.

Soon, both sides could clearly see the expression of anger, anxiety, and uneasiness on the other side, as well as the cold weapons in their hands.

"The Musketeer, get ready!" Carlo raised his saber in his hand. When he saw the soldier in front of the enemy stepping on a slightly raised ridge on the ground, he yelled, "Shoot!"

The sound of muskets sounded again, and when the mercenaries who walked on the ridge fell to the ground, Carlo and the mercenary officer who followed immediately gave orders.

"Rush up!" The mercenary officer yelled. He had been annoyed by the third shot of the musket. Seeing that seven or eight men had been hit by the musket, he could no longer stand these musketeers who made him hate him Too.

"The Musketeers retreat!"

Carlo, however, ordered the retreat from the Aggri Musketeers, watching the soldiers quickly retreat into the middle of the spearmen, some withdrew their daggers, and some began to reload ammunition behind the spearmen. Luo couldn't help shouting excitedly: "Don't panic, you are Agri, they are not much more than you, but they are definitely not your opponents!"

Carlo ’s shouts were still echoing in the crowd, and with the screams of the spear in the hands of the first mercenary who rushed up on the thigh of a spearman, a battle of short soldiers finally started!

The spearmen roared, and the roar that came out of their throats every time they stabbed seemed to intimidate the enemy, and seemed to brave themselves.

The Sword and Shield soldiers struggled to use their shields to ward off the sharp spears that were spurting on their heads, and immediately took advantage of the opportunity to deceive themselves forward, silently slashing the spearman with the sword in his hand.

There are collisions and fighting sounds of weapons everywhere, and the screams that are sometimes heard are often submerged in the hacking sound of both sides as soon as they come out.

Carlo struggling to block an oncoming axe with a saber. Although he dodged in time, the heavy axe cut off almost dislocated Carlo's arm.

Scared, Carlo didn't think much. He used to pull out his musket from his waist. When the other party looked at the muzzle in front of him, Carlo pulled the gun.

"Snapped!"

There was no flint sound that could be heard but seemed to be heard, but the musket did not sound.

It's just that the axe and the **** who was almost at the head of the gun with a muzzle were too late to feel happy because of this escape, and Carlo's saber in his other hand had been thrust into his stomach.

"Fool," Carlo said with a grunt in his heart. He threw away the musket that didn't have time to load ammo, and greeted the enemy who was rushing again.

Alexander was reading a letter in a shop in the fishing port. The letter was sent by Lucrezia.

Despite being ordered to block the news as much as possible, Lucrezia finally knew what Livor was doing.

After hearing the news, Lucrezia insisted that she should leave to come to Livorno, which caused people around her to panic. After the captain of the city defense of Pisa ordered the seizure of her carriage and the arrest of her driver, Lucrei Zia had to stay.

But she immediately wrote a letter to Alexander, in which she kept crying to Alexander, asking him to ensure that he would never hurt Caesar.

"Otherwise I will not forgive you, nor will I forgive myself, and our children will grow up in remorse that we cannot escape in our lives."

Looking at the contents of the letter, Alexander couldn't help rubbing his head.

It's really terrible for a woman to go crazy sometimes. Considering that Lucrezia is the most dangerous time of pregnancy at this time, and pregnant women are always easy to be emotional. He quickly picked up the pen to prepare a reply.

"Aufrei listened to me, and she should never be too kind to a woman in the future," Alexander said to the nextafrei. "Once you care too much about her, then she will drive you crazy."

O'Leary knew it was best not to express any opinions at this time, so the army commander just nodded silently.

At this time, intense gunfire came.

"What's going on?" Alexander's hand flicked.

And Alfrei had quickly walked to the street outside, and after a little differentiation, he quickly determined the direction from which the gunfire came.

"Sir, it's south of Livorno."

"Go and see," Alexander immediately commanded, "Blow the alert to prepare for the enemy."

A long horn sounded over Livorno, and the soldiers heard the horn rushing from the town towards the position outside Livorno.

Despite seeing a few soldiers seeming to be undressed, and even one who was still breathlessly lifting his pants, apparently which woman had just got up from the bed, but Aufrei did not reprimand.

Since it was not on duty, and there was no delay in the time of assembly and violation of the promulgated code of conduct, Aufrei would not care what the soldiers usually do.

He remembered that Alexander said to him before that the value of a soldier is only whether he can fulfill his duties, not to see how noble his morals are.

The sound of fighting from the south made many soldiers look at each other. They didn't know how they suddenly had a fight with the pope's army. Some people were very excited, which surprised O'Fleet slightly. These seem uncontrollable. It is those Agrig recruits who have just been recruited.

Some of these people had previously followed the people brought by Tony Della Rovere for a while, which turned them into a group of fairly qualified soldiers.

Now looking at their excited faces, Aufrei couldn't help but wonder if these people all made a big vote when they played robbers.

But Aufrei did not expect these recruits. The battles he had gone through had already made him deeply aware of the difference between a crowd of people and a well-trained army.

These recruits may play a big role in the melee, but in rigorous formations, they sometimes become cumbersome.

"Looking at these male deer jumping around," Alexander walked over and told O'Leiy. "I don't want to make this place my Agincourt because of these guys. Carlo has caused enough trouble."

Alexander, who already knew what was born, raised his eyebrows and looked at the Pope ’s army camp on the other side of the open field.

It can be seen from the shadow that the shadow can't move enough, the pope army is also mobilizing, and at this time the fighting sound from the south on the right side of the position seems to become intense after a short pause.

"Sir, the Pope's army is moving closer to the south." Aufrei pointed across the open. "Should we also send someone to rescue Carlo?"

Ofrei's suggestion made Alexandria ponder slightly.

He knew that there was now a slight gulf between Alfred and Carlo, which was inevitable. With the expansion of the army and forces, such as Carlo, who began to be entrusted with important tasks, gradually showed their ability. Inadequate disadvantages.

Among those Agri people who followed Alexander earlier, there were already a lot of people who could only become middle- and lower-level officers because they could not stand alone, and Carlo was their representative.

Alexandria knew that no matter what kind of suggestion Aufrei put forward at this time was actually inappropriate, because he would have concerns about whether it would affect his relationship with Carlo.

But should Carlos be reinforced?

Alexander couldn't make up his mind for a time.

"Can't send people!"

A very loud voice came, and Alexander turned back to see Machiavelli standing a little further away.

The Florentine seemed a little nervous, or excited to be more appropriate. His eyes were as though Alexander did not exist. He crossed his shoulders and looked across the open, while the hands exposed outside the robe unconsciously rubbed each other in front of him. With.

"At this time, sending reinforcements will only cause the Pope to make the same move, so that the two sides will be fighting head-to-head on the south side," Machiavelli's eyes were always on the opposite side, and he kept saying "but this is an opportunity, It ’s a chance, if that Carlo can hold on, maybe here is Agincourt of the Pope, ”he said, glancing at Alexander“ and they are French. ”

"So what would you do if it were you?" Alexander looked at Machiavelli seriously. He knew that this man would write several famous books in the future, and one of them was called "On Bingxue".

Alexander did not think he was a great commander, maybe because he had a farther vision than others could see, he could lead any opponent in the military exhibition, but he also clearly understood that this did not mean that he was A qualified battlefield commander.

Even even the Battle of Oral-Chimone, who seemed to have made him famous in World War I, actually did not really command such a regular field battle of the 15th century.

Machiavelli took off the soft cap on his head and screwed it tightly in his hand. He also seemed nervous.

Although he was also interested in military science, Machiavelli actually never commanded a battle, but at this time he felt that he had to show it well.

This is not for the Count of Montina, but for Florence.

Machiavelli has always been concerned that an agreement will be reached between the two Alexandria, and if so, what is waiting for Florence will be a disaster.

Because of Lucrezia's relationship, this may become reality at any time.

Now seeing that the two sides suddenly had an inexplicable conflict, Machiavelli believes that this rare opportunity for the two sides to fall into deeper hostility must not be let go.

"The Pope will always mobilize the army to the south, so that their middle and north wings will become weaker, if at this time we can attack from the open middle."

Machiavelli said carefully, he did not know whether Alexander had the intention to fight the Pope on a large scale, or just to prevent the situation from continuing to expand.

But when he saw Alexandria's gaze on the low hill across from the open, Machiavelli's right hand hidden in his large sleeves could not help but grasp.

"Aufrei, send Carlo a detachment," Alexander gave the order quietly. "Also let people tell him that I will give him nearly one-third of my army to command, but he must I promise to be able to hold the south wing of Livorno for me. "

"Adherence to the Lord."

Ofola nodded, and his footsteps were quick, because from Alexander's words he already knew that the count had made up his mind to turn this accidental conflict into a real battle.

A team of Pope's cavalry appeared on the downhill opposite the open ground. They seemed to hesitate to enter the open ground. When they saw that the Montina army just sent a group of soldiers to move toward the south wing, the cavalry Slowly and carefully entered the open field.

However, it is clear that the long-range firearms of the Montina army have caused them a lot of vigilance, so they stopped at a long distance, and then began to split into two teams to patrol on the open ground near their side.

"They are trying to see if we will send cavalry to support Carlo," Machiavelli reminded. "Or maybe you want to know if you will expand the battle."

Alexander nodded silently. He knew that in some places he really needed to learn from Machiavelli, although many of his things should only be learned from books.

A sudden fierce fighting sound came from the south, and Machiavelli couldn't help but look back nervously, he didn't know if Carlo could hold on, at least if he wanted to come, even if Alexander sent a third of his troops Carlo, but the Montina army, which was originally a little less than the other in the total strength, is still in a bad situation.

The only thing the Montina army can rely on is disciplined discipline and tenacious fighting will.

Machiavelli was faintly nervous. He knew that if Alexander failed this time, he would surely follow the disaster without saying how he would anger himself.

For many years, Alexander VI had been coveting the pizza because of the coveted Zaroni's house, and once he took control of Pisa, the end of Florence would come.

No, never let this happen!

Machiavelli secretly told himself that he must help the Earl of Montinabo win!

In the woods across from the open, a hurried figure caught Machiavelli's attention. He first stepped on a stone and then stepped on the chest wall.

The woods were not dense, so when looking at the team clearly, the Florentine's face could not help changing.

"Adult, heavy infantry! They will send heavy infantry to attack Carlo!" Machiavelli shouted to Alexander standing under the chest wall.

"The Pope's army is going to eat Carlo?" Alexander frowned at Aufrei, "Do you think Carlo can block it?"

The marching officer was silent, he was thinking about how to answer.

Alexander waved his hand and did not continue to question, his eyes turned to Paul Busaco on the other side.

"How about hunting guards and Bohemians?"

Busako's voice was deep and powerful: "Adult, the hunting guards are ready to fight."

Alexander nodded gently, and he looked at Machiavelli who was still standing on the chest wall and looking down at him.

"Tell me what would you do if it were you at this time?"

"Me?" The Florentine opened his mouth and looked back to the south, where the fighting sounds increasingly fierce in the distance. "I will wait for the heavy infantry to fight before they attack, so that they can't go back in time, but ...

"That's it," Alexander interrupted Machiavelli's unfinished words, and he turned to O'Freil and said, "Then I will hand it over to you."

Ofrei opened his mouth to say something, but Alexander had turned and jumped onto the back of Pagasos.

"Where is Lord Earl going?"

Machiavelli came down from the chest wall and asked a little puzzled.

"Adult is going to Carlo's side," Ofrei said to Machiavelli who was stunned because of the accident. "Well, according to the order of the adult, I will take over the command."

After speaking, Aufrei ordered to the heralding soldiers next to him: "Prepare to blow the trumpet."

Carlo gasped and spit, and a broken tooth flew out of his mouth and landed on the ground.

He felt dizzy, probably because he was hit on the head by the Yankee's heavy shield on the opposite side.

The heavy shield was heavy, and now half of his face was numb. Carlo estimated that his gum might have been broken, otherwise he would not groan and twitch uncontrollably.

At this time, Carlo actually had some regrets, especially after seeing a group of heavy infantry of the Pope's army join him, he was ready to retreat the team, at least to the front of the chest wall, so that he might get a musket that arrived in time. The support of soldiers.

The Agri ’s Phalanx and Musketeers are the cornerstone of Alexander ’s army. Whether they have recruited soldiers from other places now, or wherever they will join, the Agrigians are the most trusted by Alexander.

So now Carlos looked at the Agrig soldiers who had fallen to the ground. He knew he was in serious trouble this time.

He tried several times to retreat but failed, and it was clear that the Pope thought he had a good chance to hit the Montina army.

Whatever the outcome of this battle, what will be waiting for him will be a tripod.

Carlo felt like a black hole in front of him. He knew it was the result of his head being hit hard.

Perhaps it ’s better to die here. Carlo mechanically raised his saber. He did n’t know how to deal with him, but it did n’t matter. At least it was better to die on the battlefield than to be hanged. The wife of Agrie's home is not too shameful, probably the people in the farm will take care of her too.

A gunshot came from behind ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ and then followed by the second and third sounds.

Dense gunshots were continually ringing in Carol's ear. He shook and turned around reluctantly, seeing a familiar figure in a trance.

Alexander came, and he came to Carlo in the protection of several hunting guards.

After looking at him for a few moments, Alexander asked coldly, "Can I still hold on?"

"Fortunately adults."

"Then attack," Alexander looked forward. "Some people say that this is Agincourt, and the Pope is French. Now I want you to prove this to me." ...

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