Vol 3 Chapter 133: Windfall

"Victory!"
"we won!"
"We beat the heavy cavalry!"
The cheers all around suddenly sounded, and among the Aggris a huge sound burst out in a flash!
All Agries roared crazy, they hugged each other, kissed each other, some spearmen kept hitting the ground with spears, and the musketeers shot at the sky indiscriminately!
Victory is the cry of everyone. At this moment, from the fear of being in crisis to the joy of winning, the huge contrast makes everyone involuntarily vent their excitement in various ways.
Alexander slowly squeezed out of the Agri people who kept cheering, and he slowly walked to the edge of the gentle slope, looking at the back of the cavalry who was going away.
A sound of horseshoes came, and Carlo jumped off the horse. His half of the face was covered with black and red blood stains. When passing by a soldier, he grabbed the wine bag from the man's hand and raised his head to take a big sip.
The wine from the corner of his mouth splashed on the wound, so painful that Carlo shook his head and made a hum, then he quickly walked to Alexander.
"Sir, we are back."
Alexander nodded and did not speak. He still looked at the heavy cavalry in the distance, and after a while he knew that the smoke had completely disappeared. Then he looked back at Carlo: "Is my hunting guard losing a lot?"
"Several dead," Carlo sounded a bit strange because he pulled the wound. "Several people are injured and may not be saved."
Alexander sighed secretly. In this day and age, many casualties on the battlefield are not directly killed, and more are due to the lack of effective treatment and a worse health environment.
But the big reason is still that the generals think that wounded soldiers are no longer valuable, and the cost of treating a wounded person is not cost-effective compared with the effect even after the injury is healed, so they would rather let the wounded die quickly.
"Find a way to heal them," Alexander said. "Go and see them."
"Sir, we can't stop here," Carlo reminded. "We are still fighting. If there is another army coming from the coalition, we will be finished."
Alexander looked at the soldiers who were still cheering, and looked at the tired and embarrassed look on their joyful faces. He knew that this victory was really not easy. For the army, this battle is the beginning of a complete change for the Agri.
But as Carlo said, the Agri have actually done their utmost. If enemies appear again at this time, waiting for them will only collapse instantaneously.
"We withdrew from here," after thinking for a while, Alexander gave the order. He knew that leaving the wounded soldiers like this might be aggravated by the bumps on the road, but there was no way to choose to "bury all the soldiers who died in battle." Okay, make a sign. "
On a newly dug-and-filled land, a row of crosses tied with branches stood up. Alexander listened to the whispering prayers of nearby soldiers. He knelt down on one knee in front of the nearest cross and reached out to stroke the engraved name. Branches.
In addition to the name, all the crosses are engraved with a sentence: "My brave Agri soldiers are buried here, your souls will rise to heaven and bless us to glory."
"Sir, shall we withdraw to Rome?" Carlo asked softly beside him.
Alexander stood up and shook his head. He still doesn't know how he is on the battlefield, but if he wants to go back to Rome, he can't go back from the same path unless he passes other directions, because before they retreated from Mount Apio The way back to Rome was already wrong when retreating all the way.
However, if you go back, you are likely to meet other coalition forces.
Alexander did n’t know what happened to Constantine, but he could be sure that even if the coalition would not allow Constantine to take Sharon, he would not easily fight him. The battle outside Rome was actually more like a battle "Diplomatic warfare".
This is the difference in identity. Alexander couldn't help but admit that this is entirely because of the forces of the Lowry family. On the contrary, he can only survive on the battlefield with a tenacious battle. This is the gap.
Alexander frowned slightly. He needed to think about where they were. The trouble with the unfamiliarity with the terrain was not only not knowing where he was, but also not knowing where the enemy was. I do n’t know yet.
"Adult," a young man, a little thin, walking with a hot jug in his hand, came over. His hair was slightly dark brown, and if he looked carefully, it looked like Alexander. "We are now southeast of Appio."
"What?" Alexander asked unexpectedly.
"I used to stay outside the city with the grain transport team," the young man licked his lips and replied carefully. "I've been to this place because I was afraid of getting lost, so I painted it here," the young man said from his pocket. After digging around, he took out a crumpled piece of paper, which was filled with messy lines and circles that other people could not understand, but the young man quickly pointed to a place on the corner of the paper. Right here, this place is called Zazzaro, it is a very big village. I came here before to buy wine for the grain transport team. "
Alexander looked at the young man a bit unexpectedly, and then looked at his map. As the young man poked a little bit of instructions on this messy paper, he finally understood his location.
This is a place not far southwest of Appio, but they have two roads to return to Rome.
One is to go back to the mountain of Apio, and then turn back to Rome. The other is to go southwest in the direction marked on the young man's map, then turn northwest, and return to the city along the road from the Dirrhenian Sea to Rome.
"We can't return to the battlefield," Alexander rejected the idea of ​​returning to the battlefield with little consideration. Although he lost contact with Constantine, he was not worried about the young master of the Rovere family. On the contrary, he couldn't stand it now. It is not appropriate to return to Rome to live a new battle. After all, they have not completed the mission "We will go southwest and go to Zazzaro."
Alexander finally made a decision, and then he looked at the young man in front of him and asked, "What's your name?"
"Apero, Apero Aufrei," the young man said with some excitement, and then hesitated a little, then said, "My uncle is the old mason, Aufrei."
"His uncle is Agri's best-known stonemason, but," Carlo turned a little and gestured to Alexander with his finger, pointing at his temple. "This is a problem. Everyone said he didn't work well all day. I like to tinker with messy things. "
"My uncle wants to be a master sculptor," the young man seems to want to distinguish his uncle "and he did a good job, and encouraged me to follow him to learn the art of carving."
"How did you become a musketeer?" Alexander, looking at the young man's equipment, smiled and asked, "Do you think that following your uncle has no future?"
"I am not an adult," Little Aurei seems unwilling to hear others belittle his uncle. "I heard that there are many famous masters of carving in Rome and I wanted to see it. But I have no money, so my uncle encouraged me to be The Musketeers, so I can come to Rome. "
"Hah, a farmer who wanted to be a master of engraving became a musketeer. You are a bit troublesome here at O'Leary." Carlo pointed his head teasingly before seeing Alexander looking at this with interest. young people.
"Follow me," Alexander said casually. "Bring your map, and pay attention to marking on the road. We may depend on you if we can survive on the battlefield."
Apero Aufrei showed a stunned look. He was frightened by the words of Alexander. For a moment, he felt that the paper in his hand became important and quickly put it in his pocket, but then he took it out in peace. In the palm of your hand.
The Agrigians began to move forward. Although they were exhausted, the Bohemians turned their horses again. They were to serve as scouts for the team, and the hunting guards followed the team slowly under the command of Alexander.
In the rapidly changing battlefield, Alexander needs to put the most elite forces by his side and be ready to deal with the dangers that may occur.
What made Alexander a little concerned was that he did not hear the sound of fighting in the distance. It seemed that the battlefield had become a lot quieter for a while, but he did not think that this was a good thing. At least for him, he destroyed the Apio Mountain. After the artillery position and the final defeat of the Allied Heavy Cavalry, he did not know if anyone would turn a battle into a complete private grudge because of anger, so he decided to be more cautious and then more cautious.
The team marched all the way in the direction of the village of Zazzaro on the map. On the way, they saw a lot of carriages and dead horses and soldiers who had been looted.
Before the loss of Apio Mountain, the French not only lost the defense line based on two hills, but also threw all the camps located southwest of the defense line to the coalition forces.
Not only that, after the occupation of Mount Apio, the coalition forces simply crossed their garrison and continued to advance towards the French right, almost completely cutting off the French army ’s connection with the city of Rome. However, the original siege troops were not sufficient. He had to bring all available troops to the front, so instead of returning to the battlefield instead of returning to the battlefield, Alexander took his men and quickly evacuated toward the southwest. He did not encounter any coalition forces.
Under the leadership of Little Aufrei, Alexander's people walked along a path that was not easy to walk toward the southwest, but they soon found that on their way forward, somehow a large number of tents and Carriage, and they were so overwhelmed that they plunged into this huge convoy, or rather the big market.
Even Aufrei, who had walked this road, was a little dazed. He wanted to explain to Alexander, but he did n’t know where to start, so he opened the map and looked at it repeatedly. After making sure that there was indeed no wrong way He stared blankly at this big bazaar that suddenly appeared on the road, and somehow overwhelmed his hair with his hand.
There are scattered tents and vehicles of various sizes, people are doing nothing but busy, and seeing the army coming, there are people on the roadside immediately screaming and peddling all kinds of messy things, and some look cold Wrapped in a blanket, but from the completely bare shoulders, it can be seen that the prostitute with almost nothing inside was beckoning to the soldiers. As a carriage full of poultry passed by in front of the team, Alexander looked The messy scene narrowed his eyes slightly.
If he had n’t seen the flag that was standing on the open ground and waving in the wind, he would think it was really a big market.
Because in addition to the prostitutes and hawkers who seduce the glory of the Agri and the Bohemians, he also saw a group of juggling circuses and a few well-dressed, like wealthy people, who were in a few street vendors Picking and picking women.
A little further away, a man with a big belly was urging several Moorish slaves to move things on the carriage, look at the heavy sacks, and then look at the goods piled up on the roadside casually blocked by a piece of cloth. There was a playful smile.
"Sir, we seem to have run into the enemy." Carlo whispered. He had also noticed the flag inserted in the open space. Looking at the flag that had just fought against them not long ago, it could already be said to be very familiar, Carlo. His lips are a little dry. "Are we going to look back immediately?"
"Carlo, do you know who these people are?"
"I don't know lord," Carlo looked around nervously.
The arrival of the Aggris has already attracted attention. An old man in a crimson robe came over. He frowned closely and looked at the army that had apparently just experienced a hard battle. After thinking about it, I felt that there would be no danger.
"In the name of His Majesty the Emperor, I order you to stand still," the old man raised his hand to block the road, his tone naturally revealed a sense of majesty, and the team with the breath of smoke in front of him did not show discomfort ~ www.mtlnovel .com ~ With his gorgeous robe, it made Alexander guess that the old man should not be the head of the camp, but the old man looked at Alexander who had slowly come to the front and showed a dissatisfied look. "It looks like you have just fought a war. , But this cannot be a reason for you to quit the battlefield casually, and no matter who you are, you will immediately come down to answer my question immediately. "
Alexander was interested in looking at the old man in front of him. This man should be a big man. He secretly wondered.
"Please forgive me, I don't know what you call it?" Alexander asked with interest.
"I am Alfred von Kotzzach of Mainz, the prince of the empire and the earl of Salzburg. Who are you?" The old man asked with dignity.
Alexander was a little bit distracted for a little while. He really didn't expect that after an arduous battle, he would receive such an unexpected reward.
Standing in front of the horse and looking up, he still looked at his old man with great majesty. Alexander smiled and raised his hand in tribute: "It is an honour to meet you, Mr. Palace, I am the lord Alexander Julian from Agri Naples Te Gumbre, please allow me to solemnly tell you respected adults, you are now my captive. "