The candles in the Olympic Theater sway in the wind.

It was a cloudy day. I didn’t see the sun since the morning. It was very late. When the church prayed for the first time, it was still so dark that I couldn’t even see any light.

Rondoba Barbarig got up very early, perhaps because of the sultry heat near the early summer, or even because of the nervousness that he felt uneasy for some reason, he woke up early and immediately asked the servants to help him dress neatly.

He was going to inspect the Palladio Cemetery in the southern suburbs of Vicenza.

Like the Olympic Theatre, the Paladiluo Cemetery is one of the oldest places in Vicenza. Before it was officially recognized by Venice, the Paladiluo Cemetery was already a place for the residents here.

Later, the Rest Church was built here became a landmark building of the cemetery, and many prominent figures in Vicenza have always been buried here.

These include such great figures as Paul Seno, the famous early painter and two later governors of Venice.

The Paladiluo Cemetery is located on a hillside about 1 Farie to the south of Vicenza, from which you can directly overlook the entire Vicenza city.

Continue south from the hillside, and it is the exit to the south of the Barrona Valley.

Vicenza is in the Barrona Valley. Although this valley is not steep, it is located in a dangerous place and any attempt to detour may be attacked by the Vicenza people from behind and cut off the retreat. This valley becomes the key to entering the Veneto area from the north.

At that time, the Goths had attacked Vicenza many times but were stubbornly blocked. If the Goths had not directly captured Lombardy and then invaded Veneto from the southwest of the west, Vicenza would have bought some more time for Venice.

Because of this, most of the fortifications in Vicenza are at the entrance to the north of the valley, and to the south, because behind it is Venice, there are much fewer fortifications built.

When Rondoba Barbarig got up to the cemetery, it was almost noon. He and his entourage circled around the position. Although it was inevitable that these troops would be dissatisfied because they were temporarily concentrated, the young man Barbarig still barely felt quite satisfied.

At least he can use about 5 combat brigades now. Looking at the military flags flying on the hillside was enough to make Little Barbari secretly relieved.

Rondoba Barbarig had his own plans, but of course he did not want to anger the nobles, so he was ready to send troops to attack the Romanesian army with the Venetian defenders immediately once the time was almost right.

He believed that as long as the timing was right, it would not only hurt the enemy in one fell swoop, but also make the Venetians regard themselves as the great savior who pulled them out of the brink of destruction.

However, although there was no movement, Rondoba Barbarig still ordered the troops stationed in the highlands of the Paradiluo Cemetery to be on high ground, and at the same time ordered the scouts to go to the valley to enter the Veneto Plain for reconnaissance.

For some reason, he always felt a vague uneasy, as if something would happen.

The sky is still gloomy, the air is humid and dull, as if it will rain at any time.

Such weather was originally very troubled, and Rondoba Barbarig's order made many soldiers curse secretly.

Several scouts wandered at the exit of the valley, and about 2 mile from Vicenza to the southern entrance of the Barona Valley. This was already far away. Almost no scout from any army would be placed in such an original place to test the enemy's situation.

In fact, in addition to observing the possible traces of enemies, these scouts also had a task to welcome the various Venetian defenders who were ordered to rush to Vicenza.

Moreover, they really don't believe that the Romanesian army that was besieging Venice would come to attack Vicenza for no reason.

After all, compared with the feat of conquering Venice, occupying a small town called Vicenza is really of no value or meaning.

So when they saw an army that appeared in the distance, the scouts used to treat them as their own people, knowing that the cavalry in front of the other party first stopped far away, and then raised their guns and thought that they would shoot a round of volleys.

The scout who survived by luck was not careful and was instantly beaten into a sieve and squirted blood all over his body and fell off the horse's back. He immediately turned his head and ran back.

The enemy obviously didn't want to let them go, so he chased them while throwing obvious identification marks along the way, following the escaped scouts from behind, heading towards the direction of the cemetery of Paradiluo.

Rondoba Barbarig's inspection has ended, and he is quite satisfied with the current situation of the army. At least he feels that under such a strong vigilance, the Romanesians have no chance to launch a sudden attack on themselves.

Then, even if the Roman Thesians really appeared, he was fully confident of defending and defending the place with Vicenza's geographical location that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Without even waiting for the enemy to approach the cemetery of Paradiluo, he could take advantage of the highlands to cause a large number of casualties to the Romanesians.

So after a few words of advice, Barbarig was about to leave the cemetery of Paradiluo and return to the city.

But at this moment, he heard the loud shouts of several soldiers in the distance.

This abnormal situation immediately shocked Xiao Barbarig. The kind of inexplicable uneasiness came to his mind when he woke up in the morning. He didn't understand the officer around him and ran away in a hurry like the guard's sentry.

When he climbed the ladder and went far, he happened to see several soldiers who had already run to the edge of the woods not far away.

Barbarig recognized that it was his soldier.

He immediately realized something might have happened, but before he could order the scouts to answer, as several running figures rushed out of the woods, Rondoba Barbarig saw an incredible scene.

A cavalry waving a terrifying and sharp sword like the Ottomans suddenly appeared beside a scout. Because the man appeared too suddenly, the scout was slashed off the horse without even reacting.

The unowned war horse immediately ran forward frantically, but the murderer ignored the horse and turned his head and rushed towards the Venetian who was entangled by his companions on the other side.

Then, amid the screams of people on the mail, the cavalry suddenly slashed the thigh of the Venetian mount, and his companions took advantage of the opportunity of the scout's mount being injured and out of control and jumping wildly, and immediately stabbed the scout's ribs with a fierce knife.

Rondoba Barbari looked at the scene in front of him with a gloomy face. He didn't expect that the things he was worried about not only happened, but were also right in front of him.

"Prepare for the fight!"

Rondoba Barbarig issued a loud order to the soldiers who were still watching this scene below.

He didn't know whether the enemy cavalry that suddenly appeared were the Romanesian army, or that these people were just long-range scouts of the enemy, but he knew that unfortunately, but what he had been vaguely worried about before still happened.

The Romanesian army actually gave up the fat piece of Venice and came towards him.

“This is unreasonable!”

However, this thought only flashed through Barbarig's heart, and then he knew that although he had never underestimated his opponents, he finally underestimated those Roman Thesia opponents.

With the rapid drums and horns, the Venetian soldiers were running in a hurry, either looking for their respective teams or carrying weapons and equipment that they didn't know what to do.

For a moment, Rondoba Barbarig felt that it seemed that the Venetians on the Heights of the Paradirouo Cemetery did not know what they should do.

Stains of smoke appeared on the hillside in the distance, and Little Barbarig was sure that was the Romanesian army.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the army to gradually become clearer. Looking at the enemy's seemingly slow but steady advance, Little Barbarig suddenly felt relieved after being worried for a long time.

"Don't panic, they can't launch an attack immediately. They must have been on the road for a long time. At least they need a rest, which is enough to give us all time to prepare."

Rondoba Barbarig shouted to the people around him, and his words somewhat relaxed the somewhat panicked subordinates.

But even though he said so, Rondoba Barbarig did not intend to give the enemy a chance to breathe.

"Order the artillery and launch the fire after the enemy stops."

"Sir, this distance seems useless." A follower whispered.

"I don't want to fight them off."

Rondoba Barbarig said with a gloomy face.

He looked at the enemy's traces gradually appearing in the distance of the valley, and turned around to look at his army on the high ground.

"I just want our people to know that the battle has just begun."

"I don't want this battle to delay too long."

At the same time, on the road outside the Barrona Valley, Ofulei, who looked tired and covered in dust, was talking to a group of officers who had no time to dismount because of the rapid march.

"Listen, the Venetians are behind us. If they find themselves fooled, they will catch up. And we don't know what's going on with Gompati, so if you don't want to be surrounded and eliminated in this place, I want you to conquer Vicenza at all costs and use the shortest time!"

Although Ofulei's voice was excited, he was not nervous, which calmed down a lot of the officers who were originally a little nervous because of his plan.

But they didn't know that as soon as they left, Ofulei immediately grabbed the water bag from his subordinates' hand and raised it high and poured it on his head.

"Everything is on your side."

Ofulei watched a team of Bohemia cavalry running from a distance from the front.

It was the only Bohemian cavalry of his Western Legion, and the other Bohemians were equipped with the Eastern Legion.

Alexander handed over the Bohemian regiment to Gompatti, apparently in order to deal with the possible conflict with the French.

After all, the French knights are not weak on the battlefield, and the Bohemian light cavalry equipped with a large number of riding and shooting muskets happens to be the natural enemy of the French knight master.

However, in this way, the Bohemians in the Western Army will naturally be greatly reduced.

Of course Ofulei didn't think of this before, but now he regretted not finding a way to leave more light cavalry.

I heard that the female Grand Duke of Wallachia had a cavalry unit composed entirely of musketeers, called the Dragoon. I wonder if I will have the chance to see it in the future.

This thought flashed through Ofulei's mind, but he was soon thrown behind his head. He knew that Sophia should not like him. And from the descriptions of the soldiers who returned from the Balkans, he secretly realized that he was not himself who had followed the Duke to expedition to the Balkans. Otherwise, with Sophia's revengeful personality, perhaps he would not have time to die at the hands of the Ottomans, he would have been killed by the Bohemian woman.

He shook his head secretly and put aside these completely irrelevant thoughts and watched the army advance into the valley, Ofulei tried his best to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.

At this time, no one has any room for hesitation.

The first attack, or charge, surprised the Venetians in the cemetery of Paradirouo.

This is because not only the enemy's attack came so suddenly that many Venetians were involved in the battle without knowing what happened. The more important reason is that the enemy did not come from the high ground, but in a forest almost parallel to the highlands of the Palladio Cemetery.

When the Bohemians suddenly appeared from there, the Venetians, who were originally watching the enemy troops at the foot of the mountain, were immediately caught off guard by the sudden attack.

They were hastily preparing to change their formation, but the Bohemians didn't want to give them this opportunity.

Although the attack power of sabers and short spears is not as powerful as artillery, spears and cavalry spears are terrible, when the enemy suddenly appears and then swept one side of the position like a whirlwind, even the most elite army will inevitably be shaken.

The Venetians were shaken, and before they even had time to organize a decent resistance, they were driven from the flanks and retreated to the hillside of the cemetery until they retreated to the cemetery that the Bohemians roared and rushed through a very close place to the cemetery.

This is what Rondoba Barbarig saw when he arrived.

The Bohemians shouted, whistled, and ran by with their sabers, roaring and running through the cemetery. If the Venetian musketeers had not shot and knocked over several people in a burst of random shots, the Bohemians might have run around the cemetery.

"grown ups!"

Rondoba Barbarig ignored the officers who were running over. He stood behind a tombstone and looked at the figures rushing past the cemetery from time to time. While secretly surprised that the Romanesian army was completely unreasonable, he couldn't help but feel glad for his previous foresight.

"Keep the cemetery," Rondoba Barbarig gave the order "they want to infuriate us, so anyone who attacks casually will be punished."

"But sir?" the officer looked around. "This is Paladiluo. I mean if we fight here, we may destroy the cemetery of our ancestors."

"So do you think it's better if our ancestors were disturbed, or if we were eliminated?"
To be continued...