Vol 7 Chapter 108: The night of fate

The night was thick, and in the ruins of the ancient city of San Giraniano, bonfires everywhere echoed with the bright stars in the night sky.
But the "bonfire party" under the night sky is not so warm and romantic.
Strong failure and despair enveloped everyone in the French camp.
The soldiers gathered around and stared blankly at the burning fire. Many people had been sitting like this for a long time. Everyone's face was dull. The experience of the whole day during the day, they had not yet Slowing down from panic, even some soldiers who just closed their eyes because of fatigue, but were suddenly scared to wake up because of nightmares.
The wounded lightly wounded leaned on each other together. Many people clenched their teeth despite the pain and dared not groan, because as long as they remembered the injury camp that was placed in the corner of the camp, they even had to endure huge pain Not afraid to leak it easily.
The screams from time to time in the injury camp made the French soldiers' mood even lower. Many people couldn't help shaking because of the screams, they thought they might soon become one of them. Members, some people are already on the verge of collapse because of fear.
This night was full of depression and heavy for the French army.
The approximately 16,000 French troops assembled by the troops of French King Louis XII and Duke Louis de Bourbon built a temporary position based on the ruins of the ancient city of San Giraniano.
On the north and south sides of the French army, it is a coalition of about 13,000 people from the anti-French alliance.
The Allied forces that surrounded the French with less force than the enemy are now like two hungry beasts, staring greedily at the prey with blood and scars.
The smell stimulated the brutal animal nature of the hunter. Although the strength of the hunter still prevailed, the French army is now like a dying beast, waiting for the final fatal bite of the terrible hunter.
The two chaplains patrolled the camps where they were stinking everywhere. From time to time, the dying were struggling to reach out to them and begging for their last chance of confession, but there were too many of them. The two priests were too busy Come.
This made many soldiers still cherish their arms even before they died.
"It seems that we should bring more priests when we send troops," Louis XII looked at the injury camp and said slightly to the Duke of Bourbon next to him. "If I still have the opportunity to return to France, I will A grand state funeral mass was held specifically for these soldiers who died to comfort their souls, but maybe this wish will be fulfilled by my successor. "
The king's words made the Duke Bourbon secretly startled. He looked at the king's profile uncomfortably, wondering how to rejuvenate the seemingly desperate king.
"Duke, you did a good job," Louis XII suddenly turned to the Duke of Bourbon and said, "Your failure in Florence is not your fault, and now I can stand here and sigh my misfortune but thanks to you."
"Your Majesty, your present situation is also caused by my mistakes," Duke Bourbon looked gloomy. Since fighting a defeat, he seems to have changed a lot. Now, listening to the king's approval, he not only did not feel complacent. Worrying, but he had n’t forgotten his original intention, so he tried to encourage the king
His Majesty, we still have Bowwicken and Charlene, they will definitely come to the rescue.

"Really?" Louis XII replied in a questioning tone, which made the Duke Bourbon feel uncomfortable for a while. "Actually, we all know that this should be a luxury. Now their situation may not be better than ours. It may even be worse. "
The king ’s words made Duke Bourbon bow his head. He knew that Louis XII was right. At this time, the Roman Thesia army would give up protection of Montina and attack the main force of the French king, which means they have mastered this. The initiative of a war, then what Montina looks like now, which makes the Duke Bourbon feel terrified as long as he thinks about it.
"Your Majesty our army is still more than the enemy, and now their siege is not tight. If we concentrate on attacking one of them with our existing forces, we may not be able to break each of them." The Duke of Bourbon persuaded with some excitement Therefore, he was worried that the king had given up hope. As long as he thought that the prince of Lanxi had become a captive of the enemy, the duke could not help but shivering secretly.
At this time, the Duke of Bourbon was far less ambitious than his descendants more than half a century later. At this time, Louis de Bourbon had not thought that maybe one day the crown of the French monarch would fall on the head of his descendants. In the face of the king, he is still a slightly frivolous but faithful courtier.
"Do you think I'm discouraged," Louis XII looked at the Duke Bourbon a little funny. "Trust me, my friend is sober now, even more so than before he went out, so don't worry about me."
"So what is your decision, your majesty?" Although he doubted the king's words, the Duke Bourbon hurriedly asked.
"Don't worry, maybe everything will be clear tomorrow." Louis XII looked up at the night sky with a little starry light, and then said in a slightly depressed tone, "Let someone bring me some wine, I want to be here." Think about what to do next. "
The Duke of Bourbon retreated with anxiety. When he walked away, Louis XII slowly sat on the gap of an abandoned wall, watching the old ruins in the night, imagining the glory of the ancient Roman era. The Dharma King couldn't help but sigh gently.
Was defeated.
Only when there is no one, Louis XII can calmly face the voice in his heart that constantly reminds himself of the truth.
A more bleak defeat than Charles VIII. Although his predecessor was defeated by the anti-French alliance, he did not face the situation that he might become a captive at any time under the siege. The world has always been disapproving of his own end.
Louis XII gave a soft wry smile. He thought it was a great irony for him. The price of this irony was the life of 1,800 French soldiers.
In the battle of Siena, the French army retreated to the ruins of the ancient city of San Giraniano at the tragic cost of the sacrifice of 1800 people, and what is more terrible is that the purpose of the coalition is obviously to completely wipe out the main French army. You can hear the movement of the construction work vaguely coming from the coalition forces, and guess that the coalition forces seem to have plans to keep the French alive.
"Are you planning that?" Louis XII looked in the direction of Siena. There was a young queen he had just met. The reason why he was impressed by the queen was not her amazing beauty. It's the extraordinary talent she displayed.
On that night, while Louis XII was trapped in the sad city, the commander of the Roman Thesia ’s Northern Army Corps, Gompati, was not asleep. He hurriedly toured the position all night, and even the messengers sent by the Naples barracks spent a lot of energy. I found Gompati who was yelling at several lazy soldiers.
"Do you think you have won, and the Frenchman's spoils have fallen into your pockets?" Compatiti dangled in front of several people with a stick. "Look at the trenches you dug. In a blink of an eye, you can rush to cut off your head, okay, I wo n’t beat your military stick for your victory, but I want you to dig a 5 ruler before the roll call tomorrow morning Deep trenches, otherwise I will use your corpses instead of military flags hanging on the flagpole. "
Several earth-faced soldiers nodded continually. They knew that General General was not kidding. The general who had participated in the war with the Ottomans was said to be known for its harsh military law, so that many soldiers were more afraid of him than Lord Duke.
The Neapolitan messenger stood a little anxiously far away, and he had long heard of the general ’s name. In fact, among the European countries, General Oleta Comparti of Rome Thesia is absolutely famous, but the messenger I believe that after today ’s night, his reputation will be even louder.
"My victory is based on the support of Oletta Compati." Even the Queen of Naples said so, and because she knew her mission this time, the messenger was even more in awe of the general.
"Her Majesty wants me to command the coalition?"
Gompati is a little surprised, but it is not surprising. The Duke and Queen are truly "family". The cronies of the Duke of Rome Thea know very well, as to how close the brother and sister are, although There are all kinds of speculations, even some of them have touched certain taboos, but the point is that their family is enough.
Therefore, Russa generously handed over the command of the coalition to Gompati. This seems to be normal for the Roman Thesia army. Even in the slightly naughty Naples army, the dissatisfaction was calmed down by the queen ’s tough attitude. sound.
"The Duchess of Rome Thesia is not a tolerant person. She even sent her uncle to heaven, but my sister-in-law has an advantage that others can't compare, that is, how to use her talents," Ruosha This was explained to her generals when she made the decision. "It was precisely because of her trust that Gumpati was able to successfully occupy Ferrara. Do you think that this is not as good as the Duchess of Rome Theseia ? "
Zuosha's words made the Naples generals speechless, and they also knew that, as the queen said, regardless of war experience or prestige, Gompati was indeed the most suitable candidate for the coalition commander after the queen.
As for the Queen herself, even the Naples who had already worshipped Russa almost blindly knew that they were not suitable for direct command of the army.
"If you want to attack, it will probably be at noon tomorrow," Gumpati thought. "Our people are very tired, they need to rest. Although the enemy can take the opportunity to get rest, this is not the same as us. They have too many wounded soldiers, and there is no escape route and support, the longer it is for them, the worse. "
Speaking of which, Gompati signaled the messenger to walk to the map with himself. He was just a few cities on the map speaking to the blank messenger: "The Venetian has come, I believe that the Austrians will soon catch up." By now, the French forces in Pisa and Montina should be trying to retreat and meet the French King. "
"I'm sorry General, I don't know much about military affairs, but shouldn't we take advantage of this opportunity to launch an offensive immediately? If we wait for the other two French troops to arrive, the situation may be very detrimental to us." The messenger asked anxiously. .
"You are too polite, you can see that you still understand military affairs very well," Gompati smiled at the messenger, and when he saw the messenger's slight expression, Gompati's face suddenly sank. "But I think the queen will definitely Support my opinion, so you only need to report my words to the Queen. "
Although Gumpati ’s attitude is unsatisfactory, think about his grumpy temper with the soldiers, and the Queen ’s firm attitude of declaring all command to Gumpati before the messenger can only nod angrily. understood.
Looking at the back of the messenger who came and gone, Comparty touched his jaw with a thick short beard, and his eyes fell on the map.
"Xiaer Lun, you slippery head, come to the old father's place quickly." Gompati muttered in a low voice.
This night, Ruosha slept very sweetly.
The queen who always seemed so quiet and confident in front of outsiders, the huge pressure in her heart was unimaginable to others.
Before this, an alliance, no, it should be said that only their destiny was tied to her.
Without Alexander, there would be no trade union, and then there would be nothing for the future, which was established by their brothers and sisters from beginning to end.
Whether Alexander in Iberia can fulfill the almost crazy ambitions promised to her, and whether he can really build an Alexander empire that belongs to them in the future, the key to all this is in this inevitable battle!
The so-called strategic decisive battle is a gamble, a gamble of the army, country, crown, dream and ambition!
They are half-brothers and sisters, at least in name.
So their love is not destined for the world.
But Ruosha still stubbornly fell in love with his "brother."
And now, she wants to fight to realize her brother and her own ideals and ambitions.
And the harvest results from the victory will be enjoyed by their descendants.
After the joy of a huge victory, Ruosha finally completely relaxed and slept sweetly all night, and she didn't even make a dream.
In the early morning, it was just dawning, and the sleeping Ruosha suddenly woke up. She was lying on the bed without moving, and looked at the shabby beam outside the silk mosquito net above her head.
There was a password outside the guards' guards. Luo Sha moved her body a little, and a soreness came from her body. She hummed softly and lay back.
How many days have passed, and finally it is rare that I can let myself take a rest for a while, which makes Rusha very satisfied.
But listening to the faint whispering conversation and the hurried debate outside, Ruosha sighed and barely got up.
Zuosha was sitting by the bed, and her two bare feet were a little bit on the cold ground, full as if the toes of the silkworm's toes were moving white.
"I want Sicily," she suddenly said inexplicably to the empty house. The tone seemed to be spoiling someone invisible, as if the child was asking for a beloved toy. "Yes, I want Sicily. "
This time Ruosha's tone became firm, her eyes revealed a majestic look, and it seemed that at this moment an incredible declaration was issued.
Waiting outside the door, Omo and the messenger sent to Gompati were whispering with the waitress. They did have a very important military report to the queen, but the waitress refused to notify him because the queen was resting.
"Your Majesty has not slept so well for a long time. You are men, but Your Majesty is a young lady, which is not good for her body."
The female waitress complained to the two people dissatisfiedly. She still didn't say that the queen was obviously very concerned about whether her beauty could satisfy the Duke, but it was not a good thing to be too laborious.
Just when Omo wanted to say something, and the waitress had made a polite refusal, the door suddenly opened slightly.
Ruo Sha leaned out of the door slit and looked out, then she turned back and waved at the waitress he was looking at: "Come and clean up for me, and then I will summon all of them. "
Using the short time that other women could be surprised at a short time, Ruosha quickly appeared outside the door. At this time, the generals of Naples had been ordered to arrive.
Looked at these people, Luo Sha's gaze finally stopped on the face of a new guest.
"I'm very happy that you came here in person," Zuosha said to Skop, who bowed, "and I am very satisfied with your support."
Skop knew what Zuosha said, and Zuosha did not express any objection to Zuosha's decision to transfer the command of the coalition forces to Gumpati.
This even made the Naples a little bit strange. They did n’t know why the commander of the Pope was willing to hand over command so easily. Although this does not mean that the power of the army was also transferred, but there is no doubt. Doing so will probably make him lose the opportunity to get more benefits.
"It is my honor to serve the Duke and you."
When Skop said this, he carefully watched Ruosha's expression. He knew that he might anger the queen. After all, it was not only impolite to put the Duke of Rome Thesia before the queen. The key is this The statement has clearly shown his tendency and position between the two.
Sure enough, Skop's words caused the dissatisfaction of the Neapolitans around, and the atmosphere became a little more subtle for a while.
"I'm so glad you can say that," Ruo Sha's face showed a satisfied smile. Although he had already dealt with Skop in Rome, but now he expresses his support for Alexander so clearly, Ruo Sha is somewhat Unexpectedly, but it also made her very happy, "Now we are the real Holy Alliance."
Skop noticed that Ruosha's tone increased slightly when she said this. It sounded like she was applauding his attitude. Although Skop was a little puzzled, Ruosha apparently didn't think about it for him. The time for these things is to say to the messenger: "Now you can talk about the passing of this mission."
The messenger paid a salute to Ruosha first, and then began to narrate the news he brought back from Compati, and with the messenger's narration, the faces of the Naples generals gradually showed the first puzzled, then stunned, and then It is the expression of incredible shock and shock.
"What did Compatti want to do," and it was Skop who broke the silence, and he whispered to Omo on the side, "Don't he know that if the French troops are concentrated, isn't it a small number?"
"It is indeed not a small number," Omo glanced at Skop, and Omo was actually a little disgusted with the man who had died with his brother Caesar Borgia, but he knew that he could not take this emotion at this time. It was revealed, "But what if our troops are concentrated?"
"We have……"
A Neapolitan general stopped shortly after he opened his mouth. He looked at the people next to him and saw the same shocked glance.
"We have Roman Thesias," said Ruosha, her eyes slowly glancing over everyone in front of her, and at the same time she said firmly and powerfully, "There are Neapolitans, Tarantos, Pisas, Florentines, And the Pope ’s army, Venice, Ferrara and the Austrians, what do you tell me about Louis XII? "
With Ruosha's words, people's emotions became agitated at this moment, and the emotions that had been felt before because of Gompati's boldness became uncontrollable and extremely strong at this moment.
At the same time, although no one said it, a crazy idea has formed in everyone's mind.
Annihilate the French army!
Such an idea would tremble the people present even if they were just thinking about it. They looked at each other anxiously. They seemed to want others to stop their crazy thoughts, and they hoped that someone would stand up to express their opposition, but in the end no one spoke.
They are not afraid. Although the queen is more awe-inspiring, they are in awe, but they know that their queen is a fair and bright king ~ EbookFREE.me ~ So they are not afraid to speak their minds, but there is still no one to stand come out.
Everyone at this moment chose the idea that seemed unrealistic.
Capture Louis XII and wipe out the French army!
Since the death of King Władysław III of Poland at the Battle of Varna in the battle with the Ottomans in 1444, there has been no European power for half a century without the great monarchs fighting the battlefield or defeating the captured.
The monarchs have gradually stopped standing in front of them like the great knights and kings in the past. They are more willing to plan in their courts to stay away from the flames of war and danger.
France's Charles VIII is a wise monarch and a good commander, but his luck is not good, and he has no time to show his revenge again.
And his successor is now in Italy, and surrounded by the ruins in the ruins not far in front.
Captive of a great king, this is a miracle of glory for a soldier, and for a monarch it is more likely to be the cornerstone of his country ’s decision to move towards European dominance.
"Full the French army and capture Louis XII!"
The shouts of the sky spread all over the coalition army barracks, and also spread into the ruins of the ancient city of San Giraniano.
Listening to the shouting one after another, the French camp was in a state of panic.
"Why wasn't the Gombray across from me?" Louis XII sighed.
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