Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Caro was very happy to hear that Alexander was going to see himself, or was a little too excited.

The Aggris have started to be very different. This Carlo can feel it, and this feeling has become stronger and stronger.

He still remembers that when he walked out of the Agri Mountain, the kind of people he and his companions made people not only felt shabby, but even suspected that they were purely a group of mistresses called Hanako.

For the Aggris at the time, what they needed most was not victory and honor, not even money was the most important thing. What they most needed at that time was just a pair of decent thick boots.

At that time, the Aggris did not take the idea of ​​Lord Lord as one thing, or even though they were soldiers who were recruited after obtaining land, in fact they were no different from those mercenaries.

But now the Aggris have changed, and the soldiers have begun to use the term “our grown-up” to refer to Alexander as such. The difference between this simple naming and “my grown-up” is so obvious that Carlo thinks If the lord orders them to enter the battlefield at this time, they will definitely be more active than the Genoese soldiers.

In addition to these, there is no need for the Aggris to be happy only to have thick boots, even when they leave Rome, they look very strange clothes that make the Aggris I was proud for a while while walking through Roma Street.

Of course, these are all happy to Carlo, especially as he is the captain of the Agri, he is wearing a uniform that is not the same as any other army, and is more luxurious than other soldiers. After the woman favored him, he felt as if he was about to reach the peak of his life.

But now Carlo is also annoyed, he starts to feel that he can no longer keep up with the Lord Lord.

He has felt the crisis since the comeback that made him hateful. In the battle of Oral, Carlo felt that he had gradually become a herald, except for the non-stop adult Apart from conveying orders, he did not play an important role in the entire battle.

Perhaps it may be useful to lead the cavalry to intercept the Milanese who are trying to intersect, but compared with Gompatti's artillery, Carlo feels that he is completely a foil.

Perhaps one day he had to stand aside. This idea made Carlo a little panicked, so he became more active and enthusiastic when training soldiers. He hoped that this way let adults know that he was still useful.

But even in this way, Carlo still feels a lot of pressure. The training of the soldiers and the set he was familiar with have changed. Although the phalanx spearmen have not been canceled or even enhanced with some Genoese, but they are muscular The training of the soldiers turned out that Carlo couldn't keep up.

From the simplest gun to the reloading and alternation after shooting, Alexander suddenly gave Carlos a very detailed training regulation. Some of the above instructions made Carlo look dizzy, even he himself had to look at it seriously. After a few times, I slowly realized.

And the beginning paragraph of the regulations made Carlo feel a little inexplicable.

"Neat and uniform movements can allow soldiers to integrate into a whole, while clean and uniform military uniforms can give people a more sense of belonging, and handsomeness is also a means for your soldiers to increase pride."

Carlo didn't understand the meaning of this endless, but he only understood it the day after entering Montina.

According to Alexander ’s order, all soldiers must keep their military uniforms clean when not in combat, and those who violate the rules will be punished with double lashes and fines.

When this order was issued, Carlo looked at the dirty military uniform for a while. He didn't understand what the Lord Lord thought. If he could understand it, he could understand the neatness of the military uniform. In fact, he felt that Alexander was really overkill.

With more and more things that I do n’t understand, Carlo ’s sense of crisis is getting deeper and deeper. He can only keep reminding himself to understand the things that make him feel confused as soon as possible, otherwise maybe one day will really be sidelines Stood.

Looking at Carlo, who walked into the 'dome', he smiled a little.

He understands Carlo ’s self-defeating thoughts, which is not difficult to understand. Just like doing business, most of the partners are not very high at the beginning. When the business is getting bigger, it will naturally be introduced. Some more capable talents are actually a very unpleasant thing for the "seniors". Many of them will be gradually eliminated because they can't keep up with the changes.

Today's Carlo is like this. For the hunters who came out of the Agri Mountains, they must either catch up and keep up with the pace of Alexandria, or gradually be squeezed from the current position by later talents, and eventually become A pure second-rate cavalry officer.

"How are our soldiers training?" Alexander asked casually, knowing that Carlo was still very active in training soldiers during this time.

"Sir, I think we should expand our army," Carlo said with some excitement. "Or we should send someone back to Agri and recruit some more. You know that the Agri are very brave. Now the Phalanx There are a lot of Genoese here, but that would not be called the Agri Phalanx. "

Alexander nodded, and he knew what Carlo said was justified.

At the time, he decided to name it the Agri Phalanx, that is, he wanted to use the brave and sturdy personality of the Agri people to build an army that has always had a unique style.

If his army must expand with changes, then the Aggris are his last guarantee as the trump card in his hand, and must also be the most reliable backbone force in his army.

With several battles, the Aggris have slowly become a qualified army, but the inevitable casualties are gradually wiping out the seeds of this hard-won army.

It now appears that expanding the number of Agrig soldiers is indeed a matter of urgency.

But Alexander also knew that Carlo had his own selfishness in making this suggestion.

This faction has never disappeared, especially in the army.

Obviously, Carlo wanted to expand his ‘Agrie’ in order to fight against the ‘Pizza Gang’ with Gumpati.

However, between these two factions, there is a group of centrists with relatively subtle status, that is, although the number is not large, it is like the Montina defender of the ground snake.

As the Earl of Montina, these defenders should of course belong to Alexander, but Alexander knew that there was some unclear relationship between these people and Bishop Tony Rovere.

Because of this, although Montina ’s defenders swore allegiance to him on the day of Alexander ’s arrival, he did not take this oath seriously.

Next is the Genoa reinforcements.

"This place is really not very peaceful, Carlo," Alexander asked Carlo to walk out of the 'vault' with himself, and then walk slowly along the long corridor. The castle below can be seen from the pillars at both ends of the corridor The corner of "As you said, we must expand the size of the Agri phalanx. The Genoese always have to go. At that time, we still have to rely on our own people."

"You said to adults, we always have to rely on ourselves," Carlo nodded vigorously. "If you allow, I want to go back to Agrig to collect soldiers."

Hearing Carlo ’s words, Alexander shook his head slightly and saw Carlo ’s disappointed look. Alexander whispered, “We may be out soon, I will not miss you in the next battle.”

Alexander ’s words made Carlo look better, and then his face showed excitement. This was not only because the war had let them taste the sweetness, but also because only the battle had the opportunity to let him regain his position in Alexander ’s mind. .

"Is the adult about to send troops?"

"Duke Gandino sent a messenger for help," said the eccentric look flashed in Alexander's eyes. "The Venetian intercepted his retreat and seemed to seize his supply station near Mount Chimone."

Carlo's full bearded lips opened slightly, and he stuck his tongue out and licked his lips before asking carefully: "Sir, should we ... should we rescue the Duke of Gandino?"

Alexander nodded and said, "Yes, but we have to meet the individual before then."

"Meet someone?" Carlo was a little strange. He didn't know who else in Montina needed the Lord Earl to meet in person.

Seeing Carlo's doubts, Alexander smiled slightly: "A woman who is not convenient to come alone in the castle. Believe me, maybe this person can bring us a change."

Alexander wanted to see the daughter of artisan Pompeni.

The girl's name is Ashley, a very common name.

Seeing her somewhat arrogant, Alexander seemed to see a little of Sophia's shadow, which made him have a good impression on the girl for the first time.

When the lord visited his home suddenly, Pompeni was wary, especially after seeing Aufrei.

"My daughter doesn't marry as a soldier," Pompeni murmured, and then did not forget to add the sentence "I can't do anything like an army commander."

Looking at the stubbornness of the craftsman, Alexander wanted to tell him: "The young man you are ignoring now may one day become my chief of staff, and you won't be able to climb high by then."

But because he didn't come to court, he simply ignored the ugly face of the craftsman.

"I need your daughter ..." Seeing the craftsman's complexion change suddenly, Alexander quickly finished the following words "Talent, she should serve me."

"Ashley? What talents can she have," Pompeni asked doubtfully. "In addition to singing all day, she is mad at me, and I am wondering whether to marry her as soon as possible." Glared at Aufrei "but will not marry a soldier."

"I just need her singing," Alexander looked at the girl standing next to her. "I need her singing to command the army for me."

Pompeii looked at Alexandria in amazement, and he didn't doubt it at all. If it wasn't Lord Earl in front of him, maybe he was already scolding and chasing people.

"I find her singing sounds in a certain rhythm. You know that it's the kind of thing that makes people feel very relaxed when walking and working," Alexander can only explain that, he doesn't know what to do with Pompeii. Speaking more clearly, or he can't fully understand how to explain "So I need the soldier she taught me how to follow her tone."

Pompeii stared at Alexander stunnedly. He knew that he didn't understand what the earl said, but it seemed that things were not as bad as he thought.

"Of course, your daughter will get a lot of money."

This last sentence completely defeated Pompeii's defense. He looked at the count, then at the daughter, and finally nodded silently.

"However, I'm going to follow her." Pompeni asked for conditions.

"Of course." Alexander agreed casually. "You can follow her when she comes to the barracks, but you can't hinder her work. And you," Alexander looked at Ashley, who was curious and nervous. "All I need to do is Trained a group of you like this, "Slightly thinking, Alexander still used the more appropriate word" soldier. "

Ashley's eyes flashed with excitement and some distress, and it was clear that Alexander's proposal attracted her, only because she was nervous and didn't know what to do.

Seemingly seeing Ashley's scruples, Alexander turned his head and gestured to the next Aufrei.

"If you have any questions, you can find the captain of my army, I believe he will give you a satisfactory answer."

Having said that, Alexander waited for Pompeii to protest and turned to walk out of Pompeii's house.

Pompeni tried to chase out angrily, but was blocked by Aufrei's hand.

"This must be your conspiracy," Pompeni stared angrily at the young soldier in front of him. "Don't think that it will succeed. I advise you to die."

Aufrei pouted, and he looked at Ashley behind Pompeii who just smiled at the scene and waved slightly to her.

"I am the commander-in-chief of the Earl of Lord, my name is José Aufrey."

Ashley's face was slightly flushed, and she didn't know if she was shy or excited. She lifted her skirt and wanted to salute, but she was a little embarrassed because of her busy hands.

So she simply held the skirts on both sides, and nodded in the manner of the bowing of Aurei.

"I'm the old man's daughter in front of you. My name is Ashley Pompeni."

After talking, the two young men looked at each other, and at the same time the room was filled with a touch of warmth and romance, and at the same time accompanied by the craftsman's complaint: "God, what kind of world are these!"

In the "vault", Alexander looked at something that could barely be called a map. In fact, it can only be said as a picture. Although there is no detailed terrain on it, even some places marked as cities seem to be Inaccurate.

At least Alexander felt that the distance between Montina and the Venetian was not as far as it seemed.

From Montina to Realo, there is only a low-lying plain that is not very large.

It is difficult to find a place that can serve as a barrier on this road of about a dozen miles.

The reason why the joint forces of Venice and Milan did not easily cross the plain and march to Montina was just because they were afraid of being attacked by Genoa and the Pope when they besieged the castle.

Now Pitiliuno's aggressive attack on Giovanni not only cut off the supply and retreat of the Pope, but also threatened the safety of Montina from two directions in the northeast, which finally made Alexander have to pay attention to the war situation. stand up.

Looking at the map, Alexander was annoyed, or simply said to be angry.

But his anger was not to Giovanni, Calgino or even Pitiliuno, but to himself.

Perhaps it was the victory of the previous Battle of Olar, and the achievement of taking the opportunity to win Montina while the two sides were entangled. Alexander could not help but float a little.

Pitiliuno's sudden attack was like waking Alexander with a stick, and looking at the two fronts marked with sheep blood and ink on the map, Alexander really felt a headache now.

Although Giovanni and Calgino's front were almost cut in half by Pitiliuno because of a loophole, Pitiliuno was not optimistic about the angle between them supporting each other.

On the other side, the Venetian, who successfully cut Giovanni's retreat, and Pitiliuno vaguely formed a siege to Montina.

As long as they can force Giovanni to retreat because of the food shortage, the fate waiting for Alexander is completely surrounded by tens of thousands of enemies.

Looking at the bells and whistles on the table painted by different markers, Alexander could not help rubbing his raised forehead.

"It seems that I still have to save the big uncle." Alexander thought helplessly in his heart.

If he really didn't want to manage Giovanni, it was because, besides what Giovanni had done to him, it was that he never forgot Giovanni's suspenseful death.

If everything does not change, Giovanni will only have more than a month, and then he will be thrown into the Tiber.

There are always various rumors about his death, the most doubtful of which is his brother Caesar.

Helping the family is the tradition of the Borgia family. Alexander remembered the words said by the near attendant and shook his head slightly.

"It seems that I am really suitable for being a Borgia family." Alexander's fingertips lightly tapped on the map, and finally swiped forward slightly, connecting between Montina and Chimone An invisible bond.

Alexander picked up the rattle on the table and shook it gently, and a servant rushed in immediately.

It was indeed rushing in, seeing him rush into the door like a bull and rushed in, and Alexander suddenly felt that Uliou was just too slow.

Are the Moors unwilling to leave Rome because of their prosperity?

While contemplating this, Alexander commanded the servant: "Go and find Captain Gonzalo."

The servant nodded vigorously, and then turned away in a hurry, which made Alexander shook his head secretly again.

Although he also knew that the arrival of the new owner made these people unavoidable, he still felt that compared with these people, Uliu was indeed a model among the servants.

When not needed, the Moors are always patiently and quietly guarding a corner, and once the owner needs it, he will appear intimately in a place that is easy to find without even calling.

Alexander sometimes even doubted whether Uliu had a special ability that no one else knew about, because the Moorish who had been there more than once could always appear right where he was needed, but it would not make people feel awkward.

But now Uliu is not around, and even the eloquent Mahimo has not seen each other for a long time. Alexander couldn't help but wonder what the two people are doing now.

Gompatti came quickly, but seeing his disgraced appearance, Alexander could also guess what he was doing.

If you have to describe Gompati ’s feelings about the castle of Montina, you can only describe it with exclamation and regret.

When he saw the castle of Montina for the first time, Comparti began to explain to the people around him how to build an effective defense while killing the enemy to the greatest extent.

Then gradually he began to assert that in the face of such a castle, only powerful artillery can really threaten it, and only the same powerful artillery can counter threats from outside the city.

This left the soldiers who were not interested in it immediately disbanded, leaving only Gumpatti, who had been annoying because of the artillery all day, where he watched the castle alone.

After entering the Montina Castle, Comparti immediately ran non-stop in all corners of the castle, and then began to settle down for his artillery.

"Gompatti, if I give you 6oo people and all your artillery, how long can you resist?" Alexander asked straightforwardly, "It is to guard this castle, but you may have many enemies."

Perceiving that Alexander deliberately put a lot of "many" a little, Gumpati's sweaty face twitched slightly.

"Adult, I need enough weapons. You know that our artillery has actually been greatly damaged. In Alar, we have almost exhausted their lives."

Noting the anthropomorphic description of the artillery in Gompati's tone, Alexander couldn't help but admire his perseverance.

"All the weapons in this castle are for your use," Alexander pointed to his feet. "In addition to the original guards, I will add another 4oo people."

"That's the 1ooo man," Gumpati's face showed excitement. "Adult, I have to say that if it's not for too long, I'm completely sure that I can hold the castle."

"If the enemy can be guarded against 1oooo?"

Alexander's words made Gompati's red-faced face suddenly stunned. He loosened his throat and asked a little out of tune: "Adult, I am not wrong if you said 1oooo?"

"Yes, maybe more," Alexander said casually. "So tell me can you keep this castle?"

For the first time, Gompatti's face was hesitant. He licked his tongue and moved his lips unceasingly, as if he was calculating something, and as if he was trying his best to convince himself, and then after a while his expression slowly calmed down. Down.

"I can be an adult," Gompati looked out of the window, and a ray of heat appeared in his eyes. "This castle is born to prove to its enemies that it is impossible to conquer. If I let me prove it, I I would be honored to think that. "

Alexander nodded slightly, and then he seemed to say to Gompati and to himself: "I believe you can do it, so I gave Montina to you."

Gompati bowed and saluted. When he raised his head, he suddenly felt that his neck seemed to be a little heavy. He knew this was because he would face a heavy responsibility from now on.

On May 9, 1497, four days after entering the Castel Nuovo Fortuna, Alexander again led his troops to the battlefield.

However, unlike before, Alexandria left many soldiers who had not been wounded in addition to leaving all the artillery as he told Gompati.

At the same time, according to what Alfred said earlier, he ordered the soldiers to carry only a few days of march supplies.

"This is destined to be a decisive battle," Alexander said to all officers before he went out. "If the battle of Oral is compared to endurance, then this time is the degree!"

Before leaving the castle, looking at the servants who were in a hurry and even rushing to prepare various things for himself, Alexander couldn't help but think of Uliu again.

Alexander didn't know that when he missed his Moorish servant a little, Uliu was thinking about him.

It was just this time that the original, sharp, and moorish man was sighing with sadness, and across from him, the same listless monk was muttering non-stop: "Why is this, how is it like this ... … "

Mahimo spoke while looking at a small bust on the table between the two.

The statue is made of marble. Whether it is a technique or an artistic conception, it can be easily seen that it is clearly from the hands of famous masters. From the knife-like edges and the almost vivid eyes of the statue, if Alexander is there, He will be surprised to recognize that this is his statue.

"The one called Michelangelo," Masimo stood up angrily and walked to the statue. If he could, he wished to break the statue into pieces, but he knew that if he did so, he would probably not see Rome the next day. It ’s the sun ’s day, “So stupid to show off his masterpiece in front of the three guys to show off ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ What can I do now, do they really want to be auctioned in the biggest market in Rome as they said Is it owned by the highest bidder? "

"I don't know," Uliu raised his eyelids sluggishly. "Why don't you stop Miss Russa, haven't you always boasted about being able to speak up and being able to speak?"

"Then why don't you persuade Rovere's family, don't tell me that you are just living in Rome during this time, I know that you are more aware of Rome's noble families than anyone else."

For a while, the two glared, but after a while they finally sat down with helpless sighs.

"What do you say if the adult is in Rome now?" The Moors suddenly whispered.

"I don't know," Mahimo shook his head blankly. "To know that I haven't encountered such a thing, three ..." The monk shook three fingers before his eyes, then licked his tongue. "I I think if I were an adult, I would be glad that I was fighting outside. "

"You said the same," Uliu sat down helplessly and looked at the wonderful statue in front of him, muttering like the one before Mahimo. "Who can think of it like this, who can think of it ... … "