The first barricade has been overthrown, or destroyed in cooperation with the Milanese and Gompati's artillery.

Struggling across the ruins, the Milanese raised their flags and began to approach the second and only barricade not far away.

But they soon discovered that the barricade was stronger than they thought.

The barricades supported by stones and demolished beams lie in the middle of the road, and the muzzle and crossbows protruding from the house windows on both sides of the barricades did not conceal the approaching Milanese.

"Do you remember what to do ?!" Alexander asked the people around him loudly. The musket in his hand was flattened, and the rows of muzzles were aimed at the enemy.

"Just stick to it and you will survive!"

Many people shouted loudly at the same time, but their voice sounded a little hesitant, and some people's hands holding arms were even shaking.

"Do you remember what to do?"

Alexander shouted again and asked.

"Just stick to it and you will survive!"

More people roared.

"Remember, persevere and you will survive!" Alexander's hand gently "prepared ~" on the trigger.

The Milanese are getting closer and closer, and they can even clearly see the same nervous expression on their faces.

"charge!"

"Shooting ~"

The orders issued almost simultaneously sounded on both sides of the barricade, and it was almost possible to hear each other's orders.

The Milanese started to charge, and they stepped up at their feet, and they no longer maintained the instantaneous formation of the formation, but their distance from the barricade also shortened quickly.

100 meters, 80 meters, almost 50 meters!

Some of the Milanese have already called for victory, and at this distance they don't think that a barricade with only two people can stop them.

In one row, two rows, the sound of bursts of musket shooting came from the opposite side, some people fell down, but more people were still rushing forward.

There is something in front of it that looks dark, but the soldiers who have run crazy have not paid attention. They feel that as long as they are under the wall, they are much safer, even if there is only a little breathing time.

A loud noise came from the barricade opposite, and the smoke instantly enveloped the street.

The sound was too loud, and the whole street seemed to shake.

The solid shells flew almost straight towards the Milanese. Some people saw the instinct to avoid it, but it was useless. The avoider felt nothing but an oncoming heat, and then he knew nothing.

The cannonball hit the crowd directly like a wild horse!

Milanese have never seen the use of artillery on the street, or no one in this era thinks of setting up artillery on the street.

So when the cannonball started to roll forward in the crowd, the fragile human body that was blocking it didn't have time to dodge the idea, and it was already crushed into pieces.

The shells were still splitting forward, but they drew a small curve and hit a shallow pit on the ground, then bounced, dropped, then bounced, and fell again, every time a **** curve was ripped out of the crowd rainbow,

When it fell for the last time, the cannonball obviously could not bear the damage caused by this series of violent vibrations. With a small noise, the cannonball burst into countless small pieces and burst towards the surroundings.

The sound of gravel hitting the armor and the screams of breaking bones or hitting places without armor protection echoed throughout the street.

The person who rushed to the front soon found that there were few companions around him, until the last soldier in the first row found that he was standing there alone, he stopped and looked at the barricade that seemed to be near him. Then slowly turned around and looked back.

The messy team has stopped, and a scarlet alley that was hit by shells divides the whole team into two sections.

The soldier opened his mouth and didn't seem to know what to do. When he turned to look at the barricade, he shook his head in panic, then threw away the shield and sword in his hand and sat on the ground. .

At this time, in his view, the low barricade was like a terrifying monster lying in front of him.

The Milanese attack was badly hit before it even started.

There were cheers on the barricades, not only the Agris but also the Genoese. At least this time for these Genoese, they heartily cheered for their victory.

Everyone knows what failure means to them, and even the Genoese who seemed shaken from the beginning already know that they have no way out.

The continuous blows of Gompati ’s artillery caused a horrible casualty to the Milanese. The Genoese were shocked when they saw it, and the long-term feud between the two sides made the Genoese understand what would happen if they fell into the hands of the Milanese. End.

Someone thought about running away, but soon they found out that the guys called hunting guards were behind them.

The first person to escape was shot mercilessly.

This is something that these mercenaries did not expect. Although escaped from the battlefield in the past will also be punished, most people will not be held accountable.

The idea that mercenaries are not obliged to put their lives in for employers makes most people disbelieve in the scenes they see.

Someone also thought about mutiny, but Alexander clearly thought of this, or that he did n’t believe those Genoese mercenaries from the beginning, so he had already summoned those mercenary captains to his side, and at the same time brought the Genoese and the Arabs Gree mixed together.

For the Agri, there is no escape route.

Fighting in a place far away from their hometown made them only try to hold a group, and more importantly, they knew the Milanese hated them more than the Genoese.

Once caught, there will be no good results, and these mountain people from the mountains of southern Italy really show their tough nature at this time.

The Agri people were terrifying with the group. They knew how to take care of their fellows and who they should fight with. When the enemy rushed up, the musketeers ’shooting surprised the Genoese first, and then they gradually let down their hearts. .

Now, the enemies across from them had to retreat with retreat after being hit by a headache, watching the enemies coming in and out like tide, cheers from the barricades and rooftops were instantly resounding in Ola Over the town of Ayr.

"Agri ~! Agri ~!"

I do n’t know who yelled first, and then everyone followed, and the soldiers shouted like a Venetian demonstrating back toward the barricade opposite them.

At least at this moment, the Milanese knew of an army called the Agri.

Alexander handed the musket to the people around him, and he stood on the barricade stone looking at the Venetians who confronted them across the smoky street.

Despite being exhausted, Alexander knew that he had to persevere, and at this time a firm commanding function made the soldiers equally firm.

Aural's terrain is very peculiar, and the narrower and narrower towns make people concentrate involuntarily toward the middle. This is probably the most terrifying place in Aral.

"A loophole," Alexander thought of Carlo's previous description of the place, "a funnel that constantly **** human blood out of the body."

Carlo didn't know when he came to Alexander. His face was full of excitement. Although his arm seemed to be less flexible because of the injury, his spirit was not good.

Alexander didn't let Carlo stay with him, but ordered him to take the hunting guards and the Bohemians in the town to stop harassing the order or the small Venetian squad.

The purpose is to force them to move closer to the middle of the town.

Carlo is very happy to perform this task. In his view, Alexander gave him the hunting guard, which means that at least in Alexander's mind, he is still useful.

"Sir, we won."

"Not yet," looking at Carlo's excitement, Alexander reminded him "Don't forget that there are many more enemies in front of us and the Venetians outside the town."

"So what are you going to do?" Carlo lowered his voice. He knew that these words could not be heard by others. "Maybe we may retreat at this time may be better."

"Not at this time." Alexander was not angry because of Carlo's suggestion to retreat. In fact, if it was not because it was Oral, he might have fled the first one after discovering Pitilino's attempt.

Alexander never considered bravery to be a virtue. Maybe bravery is a necessary condition for victory, but if bravery is one of the virtues in life, it would be a bit stupid.

"Sometimes showing weakness or even cowardice is also a need. No one can have a completely correct answer when it is a lion or a fox." Alexander said to Aufrei around him, "Do you think we need to retreat?"

"There are too many people in Milan," Aufrei hesitated looking at the barricade across the street. "We can block them now, but what about the Venetians, what Calgino is doing, maybe we should have a personal retreat."

"Or there is a decent surrender?" Alexander chuckled, and then his gaze turned to the outside of the town, murmured in his mouth, "Ask Orphei, what is Calgino doing ..."

From 7000 to 15,000, Calgino was not arrogant enough to think that he could still win under this disparity of strength.

But 7000 to 10000, Calgino saw the hope of winning.

Especially when the Milanese left their Venetian allies in disregard and turned around to leave, Calgino was keenly aware of the sudden chaos that Venice fell into because of the left-wing Milanese leaving.

Calgino did not miss this opportunity that might never be possible again. While many Venetian officers were still yelling at the actions of the Milanese, under the command of Calgino, the Genoese were already facing the chaotic left of the Venetian like a tide. The past!

7000 vs. 10,000 is still very different, but if it is 7000 vs. 2000, Calgino feels that there is no reason not to win this victory from God.

In order to lure the Genoese into the trap of the Milanese, the Venetians deliberately relaxed the left wing to expose the gap, which became their bitter fruit.

After the Milanese suddenly dropped them and left, the Venetian's weak left wing with only 2,000 people was completely exposed in front of Calgino.

"This is really the grace and opportunity given by God."

Calgino yelled, his face showing an undisguised excitement, and at this moment he seemed to see a victory that would make him famous in history and beckoning him.

"Rush over, keep up with me, and see if there is no, our victory is there!"

Calgino raised his spear high, so that everyone around him could see the emblem of the emblem hanging on the tip of his spear.

The Genoese began to move. They poured into the Venetian's weak left wing like the surging mercury flowing into the ditch, while the frontal Genoese stubbornly resisted under Calgino's order to delay the enemy who was attacking them. .

Teams of Genoese plunged into the gaps of the Venetian left wing. When the Venetians finally realized the crisis, they realized that their left wing had been trapped by the Genoese.

The Venetians panicked, and they began to try to send troops to support the left wing that was struggling to fight, but the central unit of Calgino, who was already prepared, dragged the Venetians trying to divide the troops. Under the rain of the rain, the reinforcements sent by the Venetians on several occasions were blocked by the Genoese before the slopes that were originally occupied by the Milanese but now occupied by the Genoese.

Across the slope, every scream and scream made the Venetians feel anxious. They knew that only 2,000 companions had to face their own enemies several times. This made the Venetian commanders worry about the left wing at any time. All may be collapsed.

Another herald rushed to the horse, and the general of Venice gave the strictest order, and he must remove the threat from the left at all costs.

The Venetians attacked again. They gritted their teeth against the rain of arrows above their heads. Someone fell in the arrow almost every step forward. The Venetian team began to shake unsteadily, and the officers rushed to scream Although they were also frightened by the Genoese madness, they had to insist on leading the team to attack the slopes occupied by the Genoese because they were afraid of being punished.

The Venetian who rushed to the front finally cheered, and when he faced the enemy, his courage broke out instantly, causing him to raise his spear and stab him fiercely at the closest Genoa crossbowman.

After suffering huge casualties, the Venetian finally rushed to the Genoese heavy crossbowmen.

The next thing is a simple killing. The officer who commanded the front of the Venetian brigade also screamed. He seemed to see his purse become even more bulging.

But at this time, a figure appeared from the top of the **** caught the attention of the Venetian.

It was a group of sturdy soldiers. Just by looking at their unusually strong body, they could know that they came from the cold north, and there were no northern mercenaries among the Venetians.

And the officer immediately recognized that the mercenaries were holding the Genoese flag.

The back of the **** was supposed to be the left wing of Venice, but now there is the Genoese army.

All this can only explain one thing.

"The left wing was defeated ?!"

All Venetians, even ordinary soldiers, flashed this terrible thought. They could not help stopping to rush towards the enemy's heavy crossbowmen, and then they saw more and more Genoese troops appear on the slope.

When the soldiers who rushed to the front in the distance disappeared behind the slope, Calgino instinctively looked up at the sun that was drifting westward on top of his eyes.

At 2 pm on May 3, the Genoese completely defeated the left wing of the Venetian army. As the Genoese swept from the flank toward the Venetian army, the situation on the battlefield began to change dramatically.

At the same time that the Genoese charged the Venetian army, in the town of Aral, the offensive and defensive battle with the artillery position on the platform as a target was also caught in the fierce fighting.

Alexander threw away the short gun in his hand. Despite the intricate patterns engraved on the handle, now a saber is more useful for him than a fine musket.

Waving his sword, Alexander barely blocked the fatal blow from the enemy, but because of the fatigue, the weak resistance in his hand did not completely block the enemy. The harsh noise of the armor was cut and made Alexander whole body. Sweating with cold sweat, tension and fear made him take advantage of the enemy's failure to show his flaws and stabbed him into his belly, but he didn't hear the miserable curse of him before he died.

Alexander already had some doubts about whether he could finally hold the barricade, and the determination of the Milanese to avenge clearly exceeded his expectations.

Two gunshots sounded almost simultaneously, and a soldier who rushed to Alexander screamed and fell backwards. He was punched with two blood holes in his chest and neck. When he fell, he had not died yet. The ceaseless cry of pain scared the others, and the Milanese finally hesitated to retreat down the barricade again.

"Sir, are you okay," Barrow Busaco threw the flaming musket at the person next to him, and he pulled Alexander's body back and forth and looked at "I saw that person hit you."

"I'm fine, but if you pull it again and again, you might break my arm." Alexander said, looking up at the sky.

The sun above the head, which is only slightly westward, seems to be saying that it is still early.

"It seems that things are a bit bad, maybe I have run out of good luck." Alexander whispered helplessly to Paul Busako. "Listen, if the Milanese launch another attack like this, we might be real Can't hold up anymore, so you tell Gompati to stop him from stinging gunpowder and artillery, and from now on shoot all the shells against the Milanese. "

Paul Busaco nodded solemnly, knowing that Alexander had sent him to transmit a letter apparently already aware of the critical situation.

"This time it really seems to be in trouble," looking at the back of Paul Busako, Alexander silently filled the gun with a medicine bag.

A violent cannon sound rang from the platform, and the deafening sound forced many people to block their ears.

Because you cannot hear clearly, you need to use your body to feel what is happening in the outside world.

There was a blast from the ground, and a team of Milanese cavalry in shiny armour stepped on the ground and rushed towards the barricade The glaring reflection made people panic.

"cavalry!"

An Agry Musketeer yelled, followed by a shrill shriek of shells tearing the air.

"Is this the last time?"

Alexander didn't know if he was talking about himself or the Milanese. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the gun grip was tight in his hand.

"Ready ~ Aim ~"

Familiar orders came over the barricade, and the Agri Musketeers stared forward and raised their arms.

The enemy is about to charge, and the Musketeers are ready to go!

At this moment, a horn came from outside the town. Hearing that horn, the Milan cavalry who were charging could not help but stagnate.

They knew it was the Venetian's signal, and the signal told them that the Venetian was retreating!