Vol 3 Chapter 181: Disappeared republic

When Lucrezia said "He is my fiance", everyone except Alexander himself can only describe it with excitement.
Although many people feel a little strange, why the Pope sent his favorite daughter and her fiance to come to Pizza alone, so this time is obviously not a good time to care about this 'little thing'.
No matter if you really believe it, or even if you have all kinds of suspicions in your heart, you will not be foolish to openly question the identity of the two people in front of you at this time, especially those who are obviously calmer than the people around them and have more thoughts. Some of them even yelled to raise a pizza banner in front of Alexander, hoping that he could stand it up and guide them forward.
The mercenary whom Alan Gompati called 'Dad' was obviously such a person. When he heard Lukrezia's identity, he obviously didn't believe it, and even showed a playful look. He looked back to see what was behind him. The other mercenary leaders, in a few eye contact, these perennial wandering veterans ruffians between the battlefield and the various city-states all understood the meaning of each other.
"We are willing to obey the orders of you and your fiance, ma'am." The dad turned back and said to Lucrezia, who was riding a horse, "but we hope that you will fulfill your promise immediately after taking the town hall, and you want to keep It will hurt those in the city hall. "
Lucrezia did not speak this time, but looked at Alexandria. The expression was obviously telling everyone that her 'fiance' was in charge.
The dad's eyes fell on Alexander's face again, and he wondered what to do if the other party did not agree to the conditions he proposed. After all, there should be a lot of valuable things in the city hall. If Alexander agreed to come down, it did not mean paying them. Salary, but allow them to openly and legally rob.
Without letting the dad wait, Alexander said, "You can get the rewards you deserve, but only here."
His eyes turned to the town hall, looking at the sturdy building, Alexander smiled softly.
"Okay!" The mercenaries screamed with irritability. Their eyes gleamed with unabashed greed and brutality. At this moment, they should have been the protectors of Pisa City. They instantly became more violent than the rioting people. The fanatical saboteurs can be seen from the artillery slowly pushed behind them with a burst of shouting and the shaking of the ground.
It was a small artillery door mounted on a wooden gun car. Although it did n’t look heavy, but when the muzzle of the black hole of the artillery slowly turned to the closed door of the city hall, it immediately came from the city hall. Shouts of panic and panic!
No one was able to calm down in front of the artillery. Looking at the muzzle aimed at the gate, the officials hiding in the city hall maintained their dignity for only a few minutes, and chose to throw away the decent without hesitation.
First, several muskets and spears were thrown out of the window from the building, and then someone temporarily poked a black flag out of the window and shook it vigorously.
The last resistance of the Republic of Pisa was completely disintegrated without such a shot.
Although there is a cathedral between Pisa City Hall and the Leaning Tower, if you stand on top of the Leaning Tower, you can clearly see what happened in the City Hall.
When the mercenaries showed up, the officials standing on the leaning tower immediately cheered. Especially after looking at the cannon behind them, the officials immediately cheered for victory.
These people have already started to pack up their embarrassed clothes when they fled, ready to appear before the people at any time, and announce to the people that the riots have subsided. Pisa is still the good news of the pizzas of pizza people. Prepare a wonderful speech for yourself.
But the next scene made these senior pizza officials stunned. There was no conflict between the mercenaries and the mob, but negotiations. This has made them a little uneasy when they saw that the mercenaries suddenly went crazy. Shouting aside, the leader of the mob clustered around the leading cannon and pointed the cannon at the town hall. Officials on the leaning tower couldn't help looking at each other, speechless.
Then, Pisa City Hall raised the flag and surrendered under the dull gaze of these people.
Machiavelli stood silently in front of a window in the tower and watched what happened.
When he saw that the mercenaries negotiated with Alexandria, he vaguely felt that things might not be good. He did n’t believe that Gombre would n’t consider how to deal with those mercenaries, and it did n’t take long for the mercenaries to fight back. The behavior did not surprise him, but confirmed his speculation that there must be a big conspiracy.
"This is really a perfect plan," Machiavelli took out and carried a small leather notebook with a sharpened wooden pen, dipped in the ink in his leather pocket, and wrote it down on the notebook. "Incited the enemy to be hostile to his government. The unrest of the people is undoubtedly one of the most economical and dangerous means. Today I was fortunate enough to see an example of the almost perfect interpretation of this conspiracy, although the use of conspiracy in our understanding has always seemed to be unintelligible. Tooth, but we must also admit that if you can use shrewd means properly, you often only need to pay a small price, and you can get a huge return as long as you succeed. "
Machiavelli wrote to stop here. He first listened to the direction of the city hall, and then got the answer from the angry curse that the pizza officials next burst suddenly.
The mercenaries who broke into the city hall are looting the seat of the government of the Republic of Pisa.
From the faint shouts and excitement and the clamor of excitement from time to time, and some officials cried out from time to time, Machiavelli could guess the brutal looting of the city hall without even seeing it with his own eyes, which made him Can't help but write down a note in this book: "It turns out that disloyal mercenaries are often more dangerous than mobs, because these well-trained people with no sense of honor and loyalty, once they become accomplices of the mob, they will create There is a more terrible disaster. It can be seen that a small country is more suitable for forming an army of their own nationals, because the honor and sense of mission to their hometown can ensure that they have enough loyalty, and this loyalty guarantees the strength of an army. The essential."
Machiavelli wrote here to put the book together, and unlike other pizzas who were either downcast or filled with indignation, he calmly packed his clothes, wiped off a few pieces of mud on the clothes and re-hurried After the torn lanyard in the middle was tied up, he found a clean stone, closed his eyes and began to relax.
Machiavelli is not worried about his fate. First of all, he is a Florentine. The riot has nothing to do with him. Secondly, Pisa now faces threats from the Venetians. At this time, the Pizza, or the Gumbre It would be impossible to hurt him without going crazy.
Although he knew he would be released soon, Machiavelli did not intend to leave Pisa immediately.
Suddenly he had a huge interest in the Gombré, or Pope Alexander VI behind him, and because of the poor relationship between Florence and the Vatican, Machiavelli also thought it was a rare immersive close-up Observing a good opportunity for the conspiracy of the Holy See, he even hoped that through careful observation of this grass riot, he would analyze the Vatican's diplomatic strategy and provide some reliable reference for the future leaders of Florence.
Machiavelli's guess is correct. If today's pizza is indescribably bad, then the more relevant point is that it is already as bad as a burnt pizza.
When the gate of the city hall was slowly opened under the threat of artillery, the mercenaries rushed in desperately. They yelled and yelled, and there was an unstoppable greed in their eyes, almost in an instant. Everywhere in the town hall they roared savagely and madly.
Alan Gompati originally rushed in, but after hesitating, he returned to Alexandria. The new captain of the city defense seemed to have entered the role, regardless of whether others listened to him, he kept yelling Various orders, trying to direct those rioting people.
Alexander Ride did n’t move at all. He just looked at the people who came in quietly. Although he saw a lot of people walking out with satisfaction in his hands, he did n’t stop until he saw the daddy dangling. He walked out while carrying a wine bottle and pouring wine into his mouth.
"Immediately declare that all robbery will be stopped from now on," Alexander commanded. "The previous behavior can be regarded as legal, and any robbery from now on will be subject to the most severe punishment."
"Oh, this is just the beginning," the dad said carelessly. "There are a lot of rich people in the pizza."
"Robbing civilians is not allowed," Alexander looked at the daddy expressionlessly. "I allow you to take your belongings from the city hall. Now it's time for you to serve me."
"Master, don't you think you should pay us more? After all, we helped you take down the pizza. You are now the owner of this city, so you should give us more things." Dad said. Compliments said, but there was a coldness in his eyes.
"I think you probably didn't understand it," Alexander said slowly. "What you have to do now is to obey my orders, because as far as I know, you not only get what you owed before, but also more than you should get," He said that he looked at the string of jewels in his father's pocket "So now you owe me."
Alexander said slowly coming down from the horse, he walked to the father, staring at each other with his eyes.
"Listen, I know you guys, your greed is not satisfied, but I will never allow you to hurt ordinary people. I can guess someone behind you is facing me with a guy, but I remind you, standing in front of you Not an adventurer who intends to start by inciting a riot, but a messenger from the Holy See and the lord of Naples. If your people dare to act rashly, I can assure you that unless you flee to the Ottoman side, you and all of you Companions will definitely be punished with the most cruelty. "
Dad's face twitched, and as Alexander's voice just fell, in a round of clattering around, a group of pizza people, led by Alan Gompati, had already pointed at all kinds of weapons in their hands Got him.
The dad and others looked at these pizzas in surprise. They saw hatred in the eyes of these people, and what made the dad dull was the artillery that was thrown aside because of the looting of the city hall. Facing them.
"I can sign a new city defense agreement with you," Alexander continued, looking at his daze astonished. "As long as you abide by the agreement, you will get 30% more than before, and once you help us hold the pizza, you You can also get 3 points of income from pizza tax in the future. "
"3 points? 3 points for the entire pizza tax?" Dad's eyes lighted up and his breath became cramped.
It ’s the job of mercenaries to pay for things. Even those mercenaries who can be hired regularly on a regular basis are not likely to have the opportunity to get a fixed tax income from a city-state. This is like a fantasy for mercenaries. The chance of a miracle suddenly appeared in front of himself, which made even the old father who had already become an old slippery little bit himself.
However, after years of experience and confusion, he feels that even if the opportunity is rare, if you work harder, you may be able to knock out more benefits.
"Our people are the bravest soldiers," Dad looked back at his men. "And I just heard that it seems that the Venetians are here. You need us, so the price has to be said separately.
He said that he deliberately paused as if he was thinking, then stared at Alexander's face and said, "I want 10% of the tax."
A whisper of mixed emotions sounded from all around, among them the pizza was angry, and the mercenaries were flushed with excitement.
"Three and a half minutes."
"9 points."
"4 points."
"It can't be less than eight and a half minutes. We earn hard money for life."
"4 and a half minutes, otherwise I can't explain to the people."
"7 points. If you can't talk about us, let's go. Let's deal with the Venetian yourself."
"5 points, this is my bottom line."
"Give me a face, the brothers are watching, we are yours in 6 and a half minutes."
"I don't want to waste any more time. I'm sure I won't bid again at 6 points. But I have a condition that you must obey the order of the Pisa City Defense Committee."
"Okay, it's 6 points."
The dad stared at Alexander fiercely with grievance, and then muttered back to the mercenaries who had pained their necks: "Finally, this nobleman is really difficult to deal with, 6 cents tax ! "
"Oh!"
The mercenaries cheered in an instant. They yelled and bumped against each other with their chests. These were the strong men of the north, and some simply turned their heads up. Alexander guessed that they might be Ross.
"Adult, you promised to give them tax, Pisa's tax?" The riotous populace like a scholar came to stare at Alexander in amazement. To give them taxes directly, are they not pizza? "
"You can also get these taxes, as long as you are willing to be a soldier."
Alexander smiled slightly at the man, looking at the man still puzzled and even annoyed. At this time, Alexander missed his old friend Monsieur.
He believes that no matter how absurd his ideas are, he can help him to compile enough reasons. The most important thing is that the monk is very good. It's a worry. The excuse that Alexander had come up with was of course that he could help the lies. Even the excuse he couldn't think of, he could still get it done.
"It seems that we must recruit Mahimo and Uliu as soon as possible." Alexander secretly decided.
A warm body leaned over, and Alexander looked back at Lucrezia.
"Did you know that the Sforza family was only a mercenary at first and then became the Duke of Milan?"
Lucrezia suddenly whispered, seeing Alexander nodded slightly, and Lucrezia smiled slightly at him.
"So tell me, do you want to be the Duke of Pisa?"
On April 19, 1497, Alexander ’s memory was 12 years early, and the Second Republic of Pisa, which had just been established less than 4 years ago, perished.
The man who perished this country is called Alexander Juliant Gumbre.