Vol 4 Chapter 10: Oral's War (4)

The white clouds slowly float in the air in the cold winter, casting shadows on the ground. The clouds block the sun, and the ground changes in darkness and time.
The sun that is already in May is very hot on the body, so whenever there is a cloud covering the sunlight, there will be a refreshing come, but then the refreshing will soon be replaced by dry heat, so people are cold at this time In the heat of time, I feel the favor from early summer alternately.
Calgino's mood is obviously similar to the weather. With the advent of the enemy, his mood is also clear and dark, good and bad, and scouts report the enemy's whereabouts, and Calgino is again and again. In this kind of change, I experienced torment unimaginable by others.
With 7000 to 15000, Calgino did not think he would win, he thought more about how to ensure a safe retreat.
Calgino is not a self-righteous person. He never felt that he was better than others. He could have been on the battlefield so much because he was more brave than other people, or right The reasons for the failure may be more acute.
Calgino believes he can rush to the front without hesitation when he charges, but he will not allow his army to blindly engage the enemy like a reckless knight.
What he needs is a cautious and safe operation, not a group of reckless bullshit, and he prefers to command an obedient but smaller army than to fight with a group of people.
So even though some of his men were angry that the Aggris were just hiding in the town of Aral, Calgino did not think about letting the people of Alexandria engage him in the war.
"The Milanese cavalry has occupied the edge of the road," another scout came to report. In fact, this was a little redundant. Calgino looked at the smoke rising from the distance and already guessed that it was the Milanese cavalry.
Unlike all city-states, the Sforza family in Milan clearly has some inexplicable indifference to the mercenary business.
Perhaps because he started as a mercenary, and eventually cleverly obtained today's Milan from the original employer, the Sforza family obviously has a reusable mind for mercenaries.
In Milan, there are no trade unions with mercenaries, and no mercenary organizations, because Sforza, Duke of Milan, is the biggest mercenary leader himself.
They organized mercenaries, trained mercenaries, provided them with the famous equipment that made people in other places jealous of Milan, and then signed a contract with them for the employer of the Duke of Milan.
Whether it is rented out or for personal use, the mercenaries ’actions are determined by the Sforza family, which not only eliminates the unfavorable actions against the Sforza family, but also earns a lot of money for Milan. The salary can be said that Milan is a national mercenary export organization similar to Switzerland, which is famous for selling mercenaries.
However, because of this, the training of Milanese is more delicate and more organized than that of mercenaries from other places. This is because Milan mercenaries are all from one place and receive the same training.
The shining on the Milanese cavalry armor always comes into sight before the enemy sees them. The shocking scene often brings the Milanese before they charge, and the enemy is already shaken.
If you encounter opponents who are determined to fight and are not afraid of death, the Milanese will show them the strength of the armor that is beautiful and fine enough to be an artistic treasure and the Milanese sword that is also beautiful and fierce.
A little black shadow had appeared on the horizon in the distance. Some of them ran horizontally, some circled back and forth, and then the cavalry slowly disappeared under the horizon.
Calgino looked at both sides of himself.
The 7000 Genoese, in addition to the shielded crossbowmen with less than about 1800 people, there are about 1,000 cavalry, which is a small part of the very few cavalry in Genoa.
Genoese don't like cavalry.
They are more willing to believe that although they move slowly but with great power and heavy crossbowmen and those halberds, they are also reluctant to feed the seemingly redundant light cavalry.
So even if you know the role of cavalry in the battlefield, there are still not many Genoese cavalry.
1,000 people is already a part of it.
Then it is divided into dozens of different combat brigades of large and small, nearly 4,000 spear halves brigades and a few sword shields.
As for the musketeer, Calgino looked at the guys in the team, and sometimes the guy with the firearm appeared occasionally, with a trace of contempt on the face under the armor.
What he said to Alexander before was entirely his heart. Calgino despised firearms, and even more despised those who used them.
In his view, the real knight should be brave to face the sharp spear and the blood-stained tomahawk that can split the armor and tear the body, not the coward hiding in the dark and playing the black gun.
Calgino hates firearms. He feels that even heavy crossbowmen are taller than those who use muskets, although in Milan, more and more mercenary units have begun to equip muskets, even in the teams he commands. There were hundreds of Musketeers, but Calgino was convinced that Musketeers were short-lived.
The future is definitely still an era of knights and armor, spears, war horses and swords that accompany them to gain honor.
The open land between the town of Aral and the jungle is not very large. Except for the slopes that the Genoese have occupied before, the whole open land is only a few large farms and scattered farmhouses in the distance. The rest is just a large area. The vacant lot.
In the middle of the vacant land, a large road stretched away, disappearing at the end of the horizon in the distance, and leading to the town of Aral on the other side.
"This is a good battlefield."
Calgino whispered that he raised the face shield and smelled it deeply. The wheat flour mixed in the thick grassy barley sneezes him, and then he immediately put the mask down because he saw it from a distance Pieces of shadow gradually appeared after the rising horizon.
The coalition was moving very slowly, except that the cavalry in the front stopped quickly about half a mile away from the Genoese, and the team behind did not seem to be in a hurry.
They walked forward slowly. Many teams even advanced in columns. Even if they were close to the distance from the Genoese, they only slowly and orderly expanded their teams.
"Sir, the Venetian is crazy," one of his staff yelled excitedly. "They didn't even form a formation. If we charge now, they will definitely not be able to break into the army."
The words of his men drew excitement from the others, and they all looked at Calgino, with impulsive light flashing in their eyes. Some people were already rubbing their hands, even the herald soldiers behind him were ready, As soon as Calgino ordered, the horn of the charge blew.
Calgino looked helplessly at the people next to him. He knew that these people were brave. As long as he ordered them, they would never begrudge life, but sometimes bravery may not help him.
Calgino knew that his enemies did not despise him deliberately, more likely, it was a trap.
"No, we're waiting here," Calgino looked at the jungle in the distance. The dark, dark jungle looked as if some beast was lurking in it.
Sure enough, when it was discovered that the Genoese were not fooled, a horn rang from the Venice team.
A faint roar of the earth came from the direction of the jungle. On the side of the battlefield, the wilderness leading to the jungle slowly emerged with an equally large number of troops.
Looking at the army, the faces of the people around Calgino changed, and they looked at each other with a look of fear in their eyes.
"If I ordered an attack before, then my profile should have been surrounded by this army in Venice."
Calgino wanted to turn his head to look at his men, but the heavy armor restricted his movements, so he didn't see the eyes of those people.
"7000 vs 15000, or more?"
Calgino asked himself silently that he needed to ensure that the army was safely removed from the battlefield, rather than let them die here, but before that he could not retreat without a fight, if that happened to him It's too bad to say.
As Calgino said, he is going to be the governor of Genoa, which requires him to have an awesome reputation, but if he retreats without fighting, then whether it is for himself or his family It's all a disaster.
As long as you think about the fact that the old Rovere actually rejected his marriage to Barendi, but then let his daughter get engaged to the Naples upstart, it can be seen that even the Rovere family is not so optimistic about the Calginos.
"This is an opportunity, this is an opportunity, an opportunity ..."
Calgino kept saying this to himself in a low voice. He knew that he was a general and a knight, and that he should pay everything for victory, but as a member of the Calgino family, he knew more about what it was. More important to him.
Finally he moved his horse's head and made himself look to his men and asked, "Do you think the Venetian is going to destroy us?"
"Isn't it? They are going to surround us now," an officer pointed at the enemy who was approaching slowly from the jungle. "They obviously wanted to defeat us from the side and then cut off our escape route."
"Since this is the case, let's retreat," Calgino nodded, and suddenly ordered the next herald to "order our right wing to retreat to the edge of the road."
The people around them looked at Calgino in amazement. They didn't understand the coach's intentions. It was just that Calgino accurately guessed the judgment of the ambush in Venice, making them believe that the coach's decision must have a deeper intention.
On the platform in the south of the town, when I saw that the right wing of the Genoese outside the town began to retreat toward the edge of the road, Gompati, who was always busy constructing the fort, couldn't help but stop working in his hand, looking at this blankly. Weird changes.
"Captain, how did the Genoese begin to retreat," a muddy gunner walked to Gompati and looked at the battlefield in the distance. "What are they doing?"
"I don't know," Gumpati shook his head stunned. "Maybe it's because they are too small, so I want to tighten the formation. Know that the Venetians look much larger than them."
"Yeah, I don't know what our Count Lord thought, but we only have such a few people. If it is outside the town, there may be a chance to escape, but stay in the town once the Venetians come in ..."
The gunner was still chattering, but Compatti's face suddenly changed in an instant.
He turned his head to look at the gunner, and then suddenly turned back to look out of town, and then Compatiti suddenly swearing in swearing in Pisa and then desperately ran down the platform and crawled away Go on!
"Adult! Venetian! And Genoese!"
Gompati ran non-stop along the street. He jumped over the streets and alleys that were obstructed by the carriage debris and the wall that was pushed down.
Another group of soldiers looking out of the attic or the house window stunned and dashed across several yards and rammed into a house, then finally stopped with a loud stop by Paul Busako who was blocking the door of the room.
"Adult, that Calgino! That mean Genoese! He betrayed us!"
Gompati shouted at the closed door. If he did not know that he might not be the opponent, he might have started to stop Paul Busaco at this time.
"Captain, please lower your voice," Paul Busaco muttered with dissatisfaction. Paul Busaco was not too repulsive to Carlo Gompati, who had followed Alexandria since Pisa. However, it is inevitable that like other Agri people, he is regarded as an "outsider" "Adults are meeting with guests, you are not very good like this."
"Guest?" Gompati looked stunned. "This is the battlefield, and there may be a big battle soon. How come there are guests at this time?"
Paul Busaco's mouth shook slightly, he knew that Gompati's problem was actually correct, and even he thought it was incredible when he thought about the guest inside.
But he stood at the door with due diligence and blocked Gompati who was about to jump.
Gompati's face was a little darkened, and when he had begun to wonder whether he could draw his sword faster than Paul Busak's gun, the closed door suddenly opened.
Alexander appeared at the door.
Looking at Gompati, who was about to rush over to speak, Alexander raised his hand to stop him, and then calmly asked: "Did Calgino's right wing start to retreat?"
"Yes," Gompati nodded, and then shouted excitedly. "That Genoese betrayed us. He exposed us completely in front of the Venetian."
Alexander listened quietly to the Gompati report, and then he looked at the Pisa and asked, "So are you afraid?"
Gompati was stunned. At this point, he felt that there was indeed an inexplicable fear in the anger when he saw that the Genoese completely gave up the right wing retreat.
Now Alexander asked suddenly, and Compati didn't know how to answer for a while.
"It's not terrible to have fear," Alexander smiled. "But I still want to know if you have no confidence in your artillery?"
"Of course not," Gumpati shouted angrily. "I believe that as long as my artillery position is not destroyed by the Venetians, I will let them know who is the master on the battlefield."
"Then you don't need to be afraid," Alexander looked at Paul Busaco next to him. "Because I also believe that my Agri people can guarantee that your artillery position will not fall into the hands of the Venetians."
Paul Busako's face was flushed with redness ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He silently bowed his head to Alexander, expressing his gratitude to the Lord Lord for his trust in the Agri.
After all, with the change of Alexander ’s identity, not only Carlo, all the Agri people vaguely feel a sense of loneliness that is being marginalized.
And it was precisely at this special moment about his personal future and even his life that Alexander publicly expressed his trust in the Agri.
Looking at the slightly excited men in front of him, Alexander turned back and smiled slightly into the room, and then said: "Ma'am, it's an honor to see you here, but this will soon become a battlefield, so I You can only send someone to a safe place. "
"You don't have to worry about my safety at all," a sweet voice full of magnetism came out of the room. In Gompati's stunned eyes, a beautiful woman appeared at the door. "I think even in the Venetian, I have some friend's."
"I have no doubt about this, after all, your name is well-known in Rome, Mrs. Olgala."
After Alexander had finished speaking, he turned his head and shouted to the herald soldier standing outside the room: "The whole army is ordered, ready to fight!"