Vol 7 Chapter 67: War, diplomacy, affection, love

A dry river stretches ruggedly and extends far away, because the river has become a shallow trench that is not very deep because of the age.
There was a gust of wind on the ground, and the dust was taken up by the wind and circling across the dry land and the depleted river channel, and then continued to move forward, blowing through an open space, and finally blocked, rising up in front of the row of people's walls Up, blowing into people's eyes, mouth and nostrils.
"Ah ~"
A small soldier could not help sneezing, and was just seen by the team officer passing in front of him. The team officer waved a stick at the wrist tied with a rope to the little soldier, throwing a warning Eyes.
A rapid sound of horseshoes came from a distance, and the soldiers turned their heads to look around, seeing Bowwicken in armor and the carriage full of wine barrels following him. Some people licked their tongues nervously.
Many veterans know that Bowwicken likes to see the first attacking troops before the battle. He will distribute wine to the soldiers. If he is in a good mood, he may enjoy a drink with his face, and then he will order this army to fight. Pioneer, people who come back alive can get more wine, and those who die will be buried in situ.
"It is the fate and glory of soldiers to drink fine wine, or to shed blood." Bowwicken often told his men like this.
"French soldiers, I brought you wine and order," Bowwicken shouted to the team in front of us. "Our enemies are opposite. Next we will attack them. Their The number of people is much less than ours, and their generals are also cowards. If any of you have participated in the battle of 1 year ago, you should know that they are our defeated men. You only need to cross the distance of hundreds of yards. Then, as usual, kill your enemies to win! "
Bowwicken's shouts continued to echo in front of him, and his eyes swiftly glanced over everyone in front of him, and then turned his head to look at the Roman Thesia army vaguely visible on the opposite side.
In the rising dust, the Roman Thesia army in the distance looks a little vague. With the hustle and bustle coming from the vagueness, you can see that the herald soldiers quickly ran between the formation queues on the horse, overhead Under the sunlight, the reflection of the armor disappeared.
"Rush up, kill your enemies, seize their flags, and seize loot from them!" Bowwicken shouted to the team in front of him. "Wine and I will be here waiting for you, long live France!"
A burst of cries rang out in the battle, and French soldiers raised their arms high and threatened the enemy. The shout went through the open space between the two sides and was sent by the wind to the front of the Roman Thesia army.
On a slightly bulging hill, Gumpatti squinted at the French army opposite.
This is not far from the outskirts of the city of Palma, and the outline of the city of Palma can be seen vaguely in the distance.
On the opposite side of the dry river channel, about 4,000 French troops have been waiting in line.
After the French army advanced into Milan, and then captured the largest city in northern Italy at almost no cost, Louis XII immediately ordered the 15,000 troops of Bowwicken as the left wing, and Louis XII himself led the right wing. Quickly heading south, trying to go straight to Romagna.
"The French are there," Gumpati whispered that the current situation was very detrimental to him, and could have formed a mutual response with Milan, and then could be able to encircle the enemies under the favorable situation because of Constantine's The escape completely fell through. Even worse, because there was almost no resistance, the French army not only lost nothing, but also launched an attack on Romagna much earlier than expected.
Although Gompati is no less powerful than Bowwicken on the opposite side, and even a little more than 6600 people, his northern army needs to defend the long defense line from La Spezia to Palma. Patty is the worst situation.
"General, it seems that the French are about to attack, what shall we do?" A team officer ran over on a horse, and the horse seemed to feel the depression before the war. The four-footed anxiously lay on the ground, and the team officer pushed hard up. The helmet looked nervously waiting for Gompati's reaction.
"It's time to attack," Gompati grabbed a leaf from a dwarf tree next to it and chewed it in his mouth. The green flavor mixed with the earthy smell slowly spread in his mouth. "Go tell us People, the next initial battle is the most critical. "
The team officer wanted to say something, but in the end he did n’t say anything but nodded and turned his horse's head vigorously to run away. At this time, Gompatti's eyes fell on a piece of ground that had been deliberately trimmed under the earth bag on.
A smile appeared on Gompatti's face.
There are more than a dozen artillery pieces of various styles arranged there. According to the idea that Gompati has always advocated to maximize the advantage of firepower, he did not distribute the artillery pieces in different places on the position, but concentrated completely near the dry river channel. A naturally curved place.
"Go tell everyone," Gompati said to the herald soldiers around him. "I don't need them to be brave. I just need them to guard their positions for me. Also remind them to prevent the French cavalry."
The commander immediately jumped on horseback and galloped away. Looking at the smoke rising behind the horse's stock, Comparti moved his mouth again, and then spit the ground on the ground with a green saliva.
A horn sounded across from him, and Compatiti stood and looked across the river, watching the French gradually approaching with the rising smoke, and with the help of his entourage, Compatidi turned over.
The French have gradually approached. From far away, you can see the dazzling light of the armor rising and falling on the horizon. When gradually approaching, the French army presents a team with several rows of deep horizontal formations. See clearly.
Gompati's arm slowly lifted up, and he heard the herald soldiers next to him breathing tightly because of nervousness. He turned his head slightly and looked at the herald soldier: "It's nothing, but it's French."
"I'm sorry, Master." The messenger swallowed hard and nodded. Even when he said that, his eyes were not on Gompati's face, but his still half-raised arm, a wooden frame in front of the messenger. There were several flags of different colors on it. When I saw Gompati ’s hand finally falling down, he had trained countless heralds and could not even think of it. He already instinctively raised a flag, and then Shake it up with all your strength.
"Fire!"
The artillery commander at the artillery position not far away even heard Gompati's shouts because of the nervous shouts. Almost at the same time, a deafening roar accompanied by the subtle shock from the feet quickly Spread all around.
Bowwicken first heard the sound of gunfire, and then saw a cloud of smoke rising from the opposite position. He frowned first, then smiled.
"It's too anxious, Roman Thesia, too anxious." Bowwicken whispered, knowing that the other party obviously had to react because of the pressure he put on them, maybe the roar of the artillery and the smoke of the sky It certainly looks imposing, but it is really debatable how much damage can be caused by shooting at this distance.
Then, Bowwicken saw several black shadows flying through the open space in the air, and then in the shape of the French army near the river channel, a wave of splashes of flesh and flying limbs formed a splash .
There was a slight accident on the Frenchman's face. He took a step forward and seemed to want to see more clearly, but then stopped, carefully paying attention to the movement of the enemy.
Several formations of the French army seemed to be a little confused due to the accidental casualties, but then quickly calmed down under the command of the officers. Although this could not help but fall behind the formation of the entire battle array, but they Soon he stepped on the broken body and the sticky dark red mud on the ground to continue to move forward.
"It's too anxious." Bowwicken said again. He glanced at the nobles around him and saw that they nodded, and Count Provence smiled.
The first strike can indeed give the enemy the feeling of seizing first, but when the two sides are preparing for a real war, this may not necessarily be useful, especially when it is found that the enemy has not been chaotically stopped due to damage, it will inevitably produce a Weak sense of crisis.
Bowenken is very confident in his army. He believes that they will not be in trouble because of a small attack. In fact, the French army did return to the formation immediately after a brief chaos, looking at the edge of the river. The French army, Bowwicken gave orders to the soldiers next to him.
Bowwicken was somewhat surprised by the unexpected range of the artillery of the Roman Thesia army. Although at the time of the battle in Alexandria, the Montina army had already demonstrated its superiority in artillery, but at that time Bowwicken It ’s not there, so he did n’t care much about Louis XII ’s disclosure of his attention to the Montina Firearms. Now that he has seen the enemy ’s killing range beyond his imagination, Bowwicken understands why the King would This Principality army cared so much that it did not hesitate to shorten the time spent in Milan and made the decision to march quickly.
But even so, Bowwicken still does not think that the Roman Thesia army can pose a threat to himself.
Looking at the river channels that stretched towards both sides of the plain, Bowwicken's beard chin was slightly pulled. He knew that the enemy on the opposite side was planning to use the river channel to resist stubbornly, and according to the intelligence, the opposing force was indeed There are more troops in this direction, but this does not worry him, because there are about 15,000 people on the left side of the French army, and the opposing Gompati has less than 7,000 people even if the entire front is combined And such a long line of defense is enough to tear his army into a pile of useless fragments.
"attack!"
Bowenken finally issued the first official order after the war.
In the Roman Tesia army, Compatiti kicked a hard soil under the foot, and then gave the same order.
"Array, forward ~"
The first battle in the third Romagna War, the Battle of Parma, began.
Balenti sat at a large table, looking dumbly at the messenger standing opposite, who was sent by her father.
This man, dressed in the most fashionable three-piece robe in Rome, is embroidered with cumbersome patterns everywhere in the clothes. The person who also fixed the sleeves with a sleeve ring covering the back of the hand is a secretary next to Old Rovere, Barenti. I haven't seen him before, but it just explains Old Rovere's attitude.
"The Duchess, Cardinal has urged your brother to send troops as soon as possible. I believe that Ferrara ’s army will be able to reach Montina soon." The messenger carefully reported that before he came, Old Rovere had warned him not to be in Barron. Di is too ostentatious in front of him, and he is very clear about the daughter Luo Weilei, who was trained by him personally, but the messenger still has some hope that he can persuade the duchess.
"Do you mean, Constantine de la Rovere, Duke of Ferrara?" Barenti asked, expressionless.
The messenger felt a little uneasy. He could perceive Barenti's indifference, but this was not the most important thing. What made him vaguely disturbed was Barenti's name for Constantine.
"Duchess, please allow me to correct. Your brother Constantine is the Duke of Milan and Ferrara."
Although the messenger was very cautious, he was determined. His gaze hurriedly swept from Barrondi ’s slightly ordinary face and avoided her eyes by saluting, but he still paid attention to Barondi ’s face. expression.
Balendi looked at the person in front of him quietly. The intention of the messenger was obvious. He reminded her not to forget the fact that they supported Constantine as the Duke of Milan.
Sensing the indifferent look cast by the Duchess, the messenger bowed again.
"If I remember correctly," Barenti said in a slow tone. "The Venetian has publicly questioned the identity of the Duke of Constantine Milan, and I am not surprised."
The messenger raised his head in amazement. Of course he knew that Barenti was very angry, but he didn't expect that she would say such words that would cause an uproar.
The messenger looked at Barenti in amazement, and at this time he finally understood the meaning of the words that old Rovere had told him.
"Resolutely and with a will that is not inferior to men's will, Barendi is proof of God's ambition to punish me."
When old Luo Weilei said this before, no one understood what he meant. Now looking at the Duchess of Lomathesia, the messenger suddenly understood the meaning of the cardinal.
A wife who is more suitable for inheriting the Rovere family's business than a son, but has become the wife of a person who is like his enemies and friends, makes the old Rovere seem to hear the laughter of God teasing his fate.
"Madam, I think you should know that any actions that may cause disputes and suspicions between the alliances at this time are very unwise," the messenger could not help but reminded, although it was too rude to know this, but Barron Di ’s words forced him to correct the risk of anger caused by her violation of her prestige.
The French have come and the Venetian ’s attitude is unclear. At least we have n’t heard of the Venetian yet. Do n’t hesitate to say that you are enemies with the French. At this time, your words and deeds may be the key to decide Milan, and perhaps the key to the fate of Lombardy. "
Balenti listened carefully, her face was always cold and expressionless, and then she slowly stood up from the chair.
The messenger immediately stared at Balendi with a bright gaze.
Perhaps aware of this man ’s unreasonable vision, Barenti slightly lowered her eyebrows, and then suddenly opened her eyes. She looked at the messenger and said slowly with a little weird tone: "I think you can go back and tell My father, the Venetians, has advised me that they promised that as long as Roma Thesia gave up their declared support for the Duke of Constantine Milan, their army could join our war with the French. "
The messenger stared at Barendi stunnedly. Although he knew that the duchess would never be touched by the so-called affection, he did not expect that things would develop to such a degree.
The Venetian's public announcement in the Vatican that he would no longer recognize Constantine as the Duke of Milan has attracted the attention of the Holy See.
Realizing that this might be a rare opportunity for the dignitaries, in order to gain the support of Venice, they did not hesitate to show their favor to the emissaries of Venice. Even if it caused dissatisfaction with Alexander VI and Rovere at the same time, the glorious crown of the Duke of Milan attracted those who spared no effort Trying to please the Venetian.
But none of these surprised the messenger as the news revealed by Barendi.
If even the Duchess of Rome, the sister of Constantine, gave up his support, you can imagine what would happen.
"I believe you will not make such an unwise move," the messenger said to Barendi with a low voice. "Madam, you know that if you do, you will also lose Genoa's support, which is actually very bad for you. Yes, please do n’t forget that your husband, Lord Duke, has a daughter in Pisa and a couple of lovely children in Wallachia. "
Balendi's face dimmed in an instant, and the messenger's words deeply penetrated her pain. She knew that this person was actually implying that she was thinking about her many enemies of the Duchess throne.
If Constantine loses the status of Duke of Milan, then it means that she will lose a strong backup.
By that time, whether it's Lukrekia who hid in Pisa's courage and swallow, or Sophia who was rushed to the Balkans by her, she might come back.
By that time, maybe those women who are bitter and hatred will settle their accounts with her.
Barendi looked at the person opposite with a somber look, and after a while she nodded slowly.
"You may be right, but you may not imagine the reason why my husband chose me to be his wife over other women, because he knows that I can bring him things that other women don't have," Balendi A strange smile appeared on his face. "What do you think my husband chose me for? It ’s better for him to marry the Pope ’s daughter or the Wallachia ’s grand duke, but Why did he marry me? "
A trace of confusion flashed on the messenger's face. He was indeed very strange. After all, whether it was power or appearance, Barenti could not compare with the two in the legend, but in the end Alexander married Barenti.
"My husband," Barendi said in a proud tone. "He can change from a Naples country lord to the current Duke of Rome Theseia, not relying on his distinguished background, but his wisdom and bravery, So what he needs is a wife who can do anything for his kingdom, an assistant, a woman who can become his think tank and partner, not a rag doll with a beautiful face, nor a rag doll that can bring him all It ’s a troublesome woman, so you do n’t have to worry about me at all. I suggest that you rush back to my father now, because Constantine will soon have enough trouble.

The messenger stared blankly at Barendi. He didn't know if the woman was crazy, but he knew that at least the woman was a little good. Constantine was really in trouble this time.
Seeing the back of the messy messenger hurriedly while watching the farewell, Barendi raised his eyebrows tightly.
She couldn't show any anxiety or tension in front of this person, but in her heart, she couldn't calm down at all.
The Principality of Romagna-Tuscany is facing a huge crisis. If it cannot be resolved in time, this emerging principality is in danger of collapsing.
Balenti walked to the table and sat down. She needed to calm herself down first. What he said to the messenger was indeed true. In order to obtain the assistance of Venice, she had seriously considered whether to agree to the Venetians' proposal to abandon Constantine. Suggest.
Balendi took out a piece of paper, dipped the nib in ink, and began to write after a moment of contemplation.
"Dear Alexander, I miss you so much ..."
After this sentence was written, Barendi's nose was sore, and a tear fell on the stationery.
In mid-April, the left of the French army and the army of Roma Thesia launched a battle outside Palma.
The strength of both sides is 4000 to 6600.
The French army launched a fierce attack on the enemy under the personal command of the deputy commander of the Expeditionary Force, Count Bowwicken.
With the excavation of trenches, low walls, and simple obstacles, the Ronathia Army opened the prelude to the battle of Palma with the first enemy of the Musketeers.
From the beginning, the battle surprised both sides in an unexpectedly tragic state. It was also at this time that the French unexpectedly discovered that their opponents had launched a fierce battle with them in a way they had never encountered before. Field battle.
The Roman Thesias stubbornly hid behind their bunkers and trenches. With the barrier-like channel between the two armies, the Musketeers tried their best to protect the French army who had crossed the channel and stepped on the other side. Carry out a round of long shots.
Bowenken had to use the river channel to protrude from the side of the Roman Thesia army to form a semi-circular defense line, and then he ordered a fierce attack on the enemy opposite.
At around dusk on the afternoon of the 12th, the French army broke through the right line of defense of the Roman Thesia army at the cost of 400 casualties.
However, the Roman Thesias continued to shell the French army, which was gradually concentrated in the bend of the river, with unprecedented fierce artillery.
The shelling posed a huge threat to the French army. At the end of the 12th, Bowwicken had to order a retreat. The French army then returned to their original positions, and the two sides resumed their previous confrontation across the "river".
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Everyone was cheering, and some were already anxious to collect the loot on the body of the French army that was too late to be taken away.
Only Compatti has a heavy heart, and he is waiting for news that may change the situation dramatically.
Sure enough, on April 13th, just when the Roman Thesia army was ready to fight the incoming enemy again, an amazing news came suddenly-French king Louis XII led the main left-wing French army From the eastern foothills of Maggiolaska, the defense of the Roman Thesia army suddenly broke through, and after destroying several fortifications in a row, the French right wing straight down.
This time, Louis XII came to Tarot Valley again.
At the same time, Bowwicken's left wing was also dispatched from east to west, attacking the army of Roma Thesia with a tendency to echo Louis XII.
The entire northern legion of Gompati is in danger of being cut off and retreating to encircle the entire army!