Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

The Venetians are retreating?

A Milan knight on the war horse pulled the reins vigorously, and his thick armor mask, with a pair of eyes, looked back in the direction of the horn sound with doubt, although it was impossible to see clearly what happened outside the town, he still Instinctively made this action.

Behind him, the Milan Cavaliers also showed a puzzled look. Some of them even turned their horses to prepare to see what happened.

The charge naturally stopped inexplicably, separated by corpses full of streets and various obstacles and debris abandoned on the side of the road, the two sides stalemate at a distance of only a few tens of meters.

"Sir, we can hit this distance." A musketeer lowered his voice to Alexandria, seeming to be afraid of the Milanese opposite.

Alexander slowly lowered the musket in his hand. Shooting with this heavy weapon for a long time has made his shoulders and arms almost numb. Looking at the Milan cavalry opposite the place, Alexander slowly shook it. Shook his head.

"Go tell Gompati and stop him from shooting." Alexander suddenly remembered the order he had just sent Paul Busako to Gumpati to bombard the Milanese. At this time, it was obviously redundant to do so, he estimated. Perhaps new changes have taken place outside the town.

Soon, Alexander proved his guess from the action of the Milan cavalry.

The Milanese began to retreat.

Looking at the changing Milan cavalry, Alexander slowly leaned his body against the barricade's chest wall. He turned back to look at the soldiers next to him, and gave the third command to the soldier next to him.

"Go tell Gompati that he can follow the command line I gave him before."

The soldier immediately turned and ran towards the platform, only a distance of more than 100 meters quickly ran. On the road, the soldier also met Carol and Aufrei who had just heard the news.

"What happened? Where are you going?" Carlo shouted to the warrior. If he wasn't seen running towards the platform, he might consider this person as a deserter. After all, the previous battle was too fierce. It is the Genoese, and even the Agri have emerged.

"I'm going to order the butcher," the soldier accidentally called Gompati's nickname "Milan seems to be running away!"

"What did you say?" Carlo seemed to think he had misheard, looked back at Aufrei next to his eyes, and then saw the same unexpected expression on his face. "You said the Milanese ran Alright? How is this possible? "

"I don't know, I still have to subpoena." The soldier kept running towards the platform without stopping. When he ran to the artillery position, he glanced at the terrible artillery with awe, then ran In front of the same look of doubtful Compati and Paul Busacco.

"Adult let me tell you, you can do it according to the order he gave you before."

For a while, Compatti seemed surprised. He asked the soldiers about Alexander ’s orders. After making sure that there was nothing wrong, he looked back in the direction of the Milanese, and then took a string of numbers from his pocket. Note.

Gompati used the wood engraving to quickly adjust the direction and height of the artillery under the suspicion of Paul Busaco. At the same time, Busaco could still hear the muttering in his mouth: "How is this possible?" Is the Milanese really defeated? "

Soon, the firing angle of the artillery was finally determined. Looking at the pads under the artillery barrel that had already been cut at different angles, Gompati whispered again: "It seems that it must be changed."

Then he took a deep breath and issued an order to the artillery already waiting: "Shoot!"

The artillery sounded in unison, this time it didn't even use a gun for test firing.

The shells rose with the roar and the muzzle ejected from the muzzle, whistling toward the farthest edge of the town.

Gompati did not immediately order the artillery to be reloaded, but ran a few steps to watch the direction in which the shells flew out despite the pungent smell of gunpowder.

Soon, there was a vague noise from the shells on the edge of the town, but because of the dense houses blocking him, he could only judge the distance of the impact point from the few thin smoke pillars that rose immediately.

"Damn, the shot wasn't accurate," Gompati snorted dissatisfiedly. He returned to a gun and continued to carefully adjust the angle of the bombardment. After calculating it again, he once issued a shooting order.

Several shells flew up into the sky again. This time, Gumpatti was slightly satisfied with the shelling effect that was concentrated before, but Paul Busaco next to him looked inexplicably.

"Where are you calling?"

"Don't you know?" Gompati couldn't help resetting the artillery, and casually said, "This place is a well outside the town of Aural."

Speaking of which, Compati paused and seemed to be a little dumbfounded. He looked at Paul Busaco, and then the two ignorant people pouted.

"Adults sometimes give some inexplicable orders," Compatiti said casually while working.

Paul Busako started to say nothing. As the captain of Alexander ’s bodyguard, he knew exactly when to stay silent, but watched the third round of artillery shells fly out in the direction of the “well” that Gompati said, Busako Hesitated and finally said:

"Sometimes it is, but we all know that he did it for a reason."

"There is a reason," Compatidi nodded. "Take the well, for example. He told me after he asked the Bohemians to find the town. For this, I even ran to measure it myself. The distance from here to that well, so I believe that there is indeed a reason. "

Gompati did not know why Alexander had to let him record the maximum distance he could shoot at the dry well on the edge of the town of Oral. He could only arrange artillery fire at the angle calculated after the previous record.

And the first time those shells fell far away from the dry well, it caused Milanese panic.

Because there, it is one of the main ways for the Milanese to retreat out of town.

The sudden retreat of the Venetian surprised the Milanese who were madly attacking the town, and even immediately shaken the Milanese's position.

Of course, they did not know that this consequence was caused by their unauthorized actions. They only knew that the left wing of the Venetian was suddenly defeated, and some of the Venetians who escaped fled to the town in a panic, and then let this disturbing news. Spread among Milanese.

But before the Milanese figured out what the panicked Venetians said were true or false, more and more Venetians who were broken up fled from their positions.

So the news they brought became chaotic.

But no matter what, it only shows one thing, the Venetian was defeated.

How did the 7000 Genoese defeat the 10,000 Venetians, the Milanese had no time to figure out, just like how their 5,000 people could never defeat Alexander's army of only 2,000 people.

The Milanese are worried about their current situation. Once the Venetians are defeated, the Genoese army may turn around quickly. At that time, the Milanese are in danger of being completely surrounded and annihilated by the enemy!

The original action to annihilate the enemy became the possibility of being annihilated again. The Milanese really don't know how this battle was fought like this.

Although some people from the Venetians complained that it was because of their unauthorized leaving the battlefield, the Milanese now do not want to argue with this embarrassed Venetian for this wasteful tongue, and they have no time.

What they have to do is to quickly get rid of the battle with the enemy, and then evacuate this dangerous town while the Genoese have not turned around.

The Milanese also signaled retreat, and the Milanese army began to retreat out of town.

The vacant land outside the town became very dangerous. I wonder if the Genoese will find their actions and immediately surround them, so the Milanese can only gather troops near an abandoned wall built in the early years on the edge of the town.

Even retreats must be kept as orderly as possible. Milan ’s generals are well aware that an undisciplined retreat may become an uncontrollable defeat.

But their enemies didn't seem to want them to leave this town that was a nightmare for the Milanese.

A string of seemingly aimless shells suddenly fell from the top of the head.

Before the shells landed, the whistling sound that had made Milanese somewhat familiar had attracted many people's attention. They all looked up to the sky. Except for a few people who suddenly thought of something, most people were confused.

Then they felt as if the ground suddenly jumped around, and then there was smoke and dust in all directions, a mess.

A cannonball smashed into the ground, but because the ground is full of mud and the ground in early summer is so soft, the huge projectile landed on the soft grass and only jumped up and pulled on the ground. There was no movement after a short, shallow ditch.

And the disturbance caused by another recent shell was a little bigger. It fell directly on a tent. In addition to smashing the tent to the top of the tent, the four corners were vacated, accompanied by a loud noise, a large flicker The golden light suddenly flew into the sky like a fountain rushing out of the ground, and then crackled down.

An instant rain of gold coins began near the wall.

"God!" A general Milan whispered, and he never thought that the accidental shell hit the tent full of military expenses boxes.

Seeing the sky of golden rain, the mercenaries who were panicked by the shelling suddenly became excited.

They desperately ran to the place where the gold coins were dropped one after another, among them there were even some Venetians.

"Stop! I order you to stand!"

A Milan officer shouted loudly, and several of his cronies next to him raised their spears and threatened the mercenaries who rushed towards them, but no one ignored them at all. Charged towards them.

The Milanese raised their spears involuntarily. They did not hurt their companions because of kindness, but they saw more and more people rushing from behind, but even so, they were rushed over with only a little hesitation The man knocked to the ground, and in countless steps on the foot, the Milan officer and his men struggled while rolling, screaming.

The Milanese officers and mercenary captains shouted desperately to prevent more people from getting involved in this mess of robbery.

They began to feel scared, and even more people looked up involuntarily to the sky, as if waiting for the next bombardment.

"Again!"

Sure enough, with a horror cry from no one, many people looked up to the sky, and when they saw the vague black spots, the team that was barely able to maintain it immediately fell into chaos.

No one knows where the shells are going to make everyone feel in danger. For those who have little experience with this type of shelling, the only thing they can do is to walk instinctively and run around.

And once they started running away, the seeds of panic began to sprout madly in the crowd, unearthed, and then spread to more people like a plague.

The more people there are, the faster panic and helplessness spread. When thousands of exhausted soldiers who have just experienced a **** and fierce battle are suddenly swept again by panic and terror, no one can stop and rebuke Work again.

Milanese, collapsed.

The first to escape was the Venetians. This time they used action to allow the Milanese who had previously escaped the battlefield to taste the same bitter results.

Seeing swarms of Venetians desperately running towards the wilderness outside the town, some Milanese began to follow and fled towards the wilderness.

Just as the others were still hesitating, the shells flying over their head made them finally determined.

More and more mercenaries ignored the obstruction of the officers and ran away from the long-deserved team towards the wilderness.

When the first mercenary team with flags fled to the distance under the leadership of their captain, the Milan commander hugged his head with both hands in pain.

The mercenary captains no longer helped the Milanese to prevent their men from escaping. Instead, they hurriedly evacuated outside the town while greeting their companions aloud.

Even the Milanese began to riot and shaken. They looked at each other face to face. Many people saw the same thought in their eyes.

"Sir, we lost," a Milan knight said to the commander with courage. "Everyone sees that we have done our best for the Sforza family, and now we have to leave here."

The commander slowly lowered his hands and raised his head. His face was dull, and he didn't seem to be fully awake yet, but when he saw the cavalry running by the horses that ran fast, he seemed to calm down suddenly.

"We have to retreat," the commander slammed his head with a gloved hand and punched his head. "But we can't go to the Venetians, they will be eaten by that Calgino."

The commander said while climbing the warhorse with the help of his entourage.

"Blow the horn and try to gather the army as much as possible. We detoured to Realo and Pitilino was still there. We went to find him."

"What about others?" The knight asked in a low voice.

Hearing this, the commander expressed his anger: "They chose to send their own lives, then let God punish them for their betrayal."

After that, the commander squeezed his horse's belly hard and ran towards the distance with the hissing horse.

The commander's banner is moving. Many people see this scene, and the first thought is "lost".

No one considered whether to maintain the final order. The Milanese began to retreat towards the outside of the town. Some of them replaced their weapons with gold coins, and some people simply left their hands empty to make it easier to run. some.

When the last round of shells hit the open space near the dry well, in addition to destroying some discarded debris, no Milanese had been seen.

This scene fell in the eyes of the two scouts, making them whistle with joy and hurried towards the town.

From afar, I can't see the scouts shaking my hat, even if I haven't heard what they are shouting, many people guessed what might happen from their excited looks.

And after the first "Milan ran!" Shouts came out, cheers of cheers erupted immediately behind the barricade.

Although I knew that the Milanese would soon withdraw after hearing the Venetian retreat, but after really hearing this news, people still could not help but roared and cheered.

Less than 3,000 to 5,000, they won the victory, which is not only a proud record, but also of extraordinary significance for the Agri people.

For the first time, the Aggris proved their sturdiness and bravery as a southern mountain man in a truly large battle.

"Sir, are we going to launch a chase?" Carlo's face flushed with excitement, his eyes glaring at Alexander waiting for the order. At this time, Carlo felt that it was no problem for him to chase Realo.

Alexander did not answer immediately, but looked at the platform not far away.

Just a little bit closer. Alexander smiled bitterly in his heart. When he realized that he had underestimated the Milanese's hatred of the Gompati artillery and tried to eliminate the crazy action of his artillery position, Alexander almost couldn't hold the order to throw away the hard-earned artillery .wuxiaspot.com ~ Then the whole army retreated.

Alexander was also secretly glad that Calgino had not given up the rare opportunity to resolutely launch an attack on the Venetians.

Now it seems that everything is so logical, maybe even in the eyes of people who do not know the truth, the battle of Aural is simply a classic battle with well-planned and few wins, but only Alexander understands that in order to achieve this As a result, how much effort he put in and how much risk he took.

What if the Milanese were more determined to attack the artillery position?

What if Calgino failed to fight back in time?

What if the Aggris ca n’t stick to the end?

But there is no such thing in the world.

"Don't chase," Alexander smiled softly. "Let's prepare to meet our friend who won the victory."

On the afternoon of May 3, 1497, in the town of Aral, Alexander Juliant Gumbre won.