When Gompatti came to the bank again, he frowned at the surging turbid river water.

Mingqiaohe was already behind him. After a whole day of strong attack, he used many artillery and well-equipped troops to force the river to cross the river. After paying the price of about 200 casualties, the Western Legion of the Romanesian army gave the Venetians a severe blow on the banks of the Mingqiaohe River.

When he was cleaning up the battlefield after the war, his subordinates sent two military flags to Gompati.

In addition to the flag of a Venetian battle brigade, what is surprising is that there is a flag of honor from the Venetian Noble House.

This should have been awarded to the Venetian army to boost morale by the nobles. Although this flag cannot be compared with the flag of the entire legion, it is enough to prove that the forced crossing of the Mingqiao River was successful.

But now he has to face a new river, which makes Gompatti feel helpless.

The Italian land is fertile and the grain harvest is excellent, especially the Lombardy and Veneto districts, which are the granaries of the entire north.

Compared with the complex terrain of Southern Italy, the mountains are stretched. Land like Agri, which is not very vast, is already a highly-watched grain-producing land, which is enough to prove the backwardness of the southern conditions.

But the fertile land is exchanged for rivers. If it were in the past, it might be just inconvenient transportation, but for an army, such a place with a scattered water network is a natural mortal enemy.

This is the Adige River, which is parallel to the Mincho River and finally flows southward and into the Adriatic Sea. It is one of the crisscrossing water networks in the Veneto region.

"Sir, if we want to cross the river, we must be as soon as possible. The locals say that the flood season here will make the whole river crazy after June."

Caralioni reported to Gompatti.

Gompatti, who was eating the chopped chicken on the plate, nodded while chewing hard.

He was still very satisfied with Caralioni, and for his reasons, the artillery officer who had to drop out of the Bologna Military Academy matured very quickly.

Before attacking Ming Qiaohe, he sometimes had difficulty in deciding on many things, but now he can calmly deal with many troubles within his authority.

This process is very short, or in other words, not complicated, just a victory and an experience.

"Where do you think we should cross the river?"

Gompatti did not take the school exam, but did want to hear Caralioni's opinion.

After hearing this, Caralioni couldn't help but look at the map that Gompatti put on her knees.

This map is much more accurate than that of Little Barbarig. If Little Barbarig is seen, it will be jealous.

"Maybe we should go upstream along the Adige River and cross it directly into Vicenza from there." Carlarioni thought for a while and said what he thought was the most reliable.

"Yes, it is indeed the best, but if this happens, the enemy across the river may cut off our retreat from behind, or they may simply cross the Adige River again, and confront us, re-threatening the Lombardy and even the Po River defense line."

Gompatti said, knocking at the Venetian army marked across the river.

"So we still have to cross the river from the front?" Caralioni's expression was a little solemn. The personnel and supplies that had not been available for replenishment when they forced the crossing of the Mingqiao River were not yet available, and the artillery was now extremely lacking in ammunition. "Sir, do you know that although we have severely damaged the enemy, our own situation is not very good, and isn't General Ofulei attacking Vicenza?"

"I really want to help Ofulei, but that was after at least solving my own troubles." Gompatti raised his cup and drank the wine inside, and then sent the servant to pack up his things. "Our current situation is to eliminate the enemies in front of us first, so that we will have no worries when we march towards Venice. As for Ofulei, I believe he can deal with it."

Caralioni watched Gompatti wait for him to give orders, and he was really worried that Gompatti would order a forced crossing of the Adige River from the front.

If that happens, the only thing he can do is to charge with his infantry, but to command artillery firing.

"But you're right, we can start from the upstream," Gompatti looked at the map. "We can't spend our troops here. At least the Adige River is not our ultimate goal. Since this is the case, there is no need to make unnecessary sacrifices."

As he said that, his eyes fell on a place called Leniago in the upper reaches of the Adige River.

"That's it, we cross the river from here."

"Why is this adult?" Caralioni couldn't help but ask strangely.

“Because it’s just right here.”

Gompati's answer made Caralioni a little puzzled. He looked down at the place called Leniago, and then looked up at Gompati.

"Remember Caralioni, our mission is to destroy as many Venetian troops as possible and force them to withdraw from this war, which is the most important thing now, because only in this way can we ensure the security of the northeastern border of Roman Thesia, and then we can do our best to deal with the various situations that happened in Lombardy."

Gompatti said and knocked on the village called Leniago on the map.

"There are three options to cross the river from here, attack Vicenza to the north, threaten Venice to the east, and along the downstream to the south, you can surround the enemy opposite us, which is enough to give us the greatest initiative."

Caralioni nodded silently. He knew that he had indeed had a lot to learn, and at least he would be very tired to keep up with the idea of ​​the Legion Commander in front of him.

"Don't be discouraged by Caralioni," Gompatti patted Caralioni on the shoulder. "You are learning how to be a good artillery officer now, but there are many things you have to learn. I don't want you to be satisfied with commanding a bunch of cannons."

Gompatti's words made Caralioni's heart slightly excited.

His age is no longer the young people who may be motivated by just a few words of motivation. He was even almost forced to be sent to the Bologna Military Academy and then forced to drop out of school to join the army.

However, after several battles, Caralioni found that he gradually fell in love with this dangerous and exciting life.

Sometimes he doubted whether he could adapt if he could go back to be an architect. Perhaps in the battles, the pungent smoke and the roar of cannons had penetrated into his body, awakening something in his heart that he had never noticed before.

Leonardo Rollet stood in the side of the famous balcony of the Governor's House and looked outward.

The construction here is clever and secret. If you don’t look carefully, you will never find this bay window that is dazzling with the many dazzling sculpture patterns and stone decorations on the exterior wall.

What is clever is that the cumbersome window lattices on the window also play a hidden role, but standing inside the window will not affect the observation line of view.

This is next to the famous balcony room that received cheers from the people during the celebration of the Venetian Governor.

During his tenure, the governors of all generations had to stand on that balcony to show his image to the people of Venice, and at the same time they had to publicly express their opinions during their tenure.

Another thing is when making a major decision.

Leonardo Rollet's predecessor, Barbarig, stood on the balcony for the last time, when he announced an alliance with the Romanesian army to launch the Second Italian War and fight against France.

But when the war ended, Barbarig, the old man died.

Leonardo Rollet then became the Governor of Venice.

"It's such a great place to peek." Leonardo Rollett sighed.

"It's also a good place to see through people's hearts."

The Governor of Venice turned around and saw a middle-aged man with slightly gray hair but good spirits walking into this small room.

"Mr. Governor, I am extremely honored to be invited by you."

The former State Secretary stood at the door and looked at the room with great emotion. He noticed that Rollet had retained most of the decorations in the room, and even a couch for resting in the corner was changed to the mat on it.

Noting the expression of the former Secretary of State, Leonardo Rollet asked with a smile: "Everything in this room is still the same, right?"

"The master is different," said the former secretary of state who has become a member of the House of Representatives, and then looked at the new governor and said, "Rondoba is a good soldier, who inherited the wit and cleverness of his uncle."

"So you are going to train him to become Barbaric's heir?" Rollet asked in a deep tone.

"I have to look at this again. He is not that mature after all. I mean he is indeed an excellent soldier, but he is a little tender to become a leader."

The former secretary of state stretched out two fingers and drew a small meaning, "I mean we don't want him to fall a big fall on the road in the future, so it's better to let him leave the battlefield now, you know it's unwise to go against the Romanesians now."

Rollet looked at the man opposite him with a blank expression. Although Barbarig had passed away, his family was still the most powerful family in Venice.

The person in front of me is also a very important figure in the Barbarig faction.

But what Rollett really cares about is what the other party revealed.

It is obvious that the Barbarig family wants to train Rondoba Barbarig as his uncle's heir.

This means that the Barbarig faction will not tolerate the nobles' house to regard Rondoba Barbarig as a victim.

Rollett thought for a while and said, "I can consider transferring him back from the front line."

"But will this affect his reputation?" the former secretary of state asked with a little concern. "If that happens, it may be a little trouble for him to lead the Barbarig family in the future."

Rollet frowned secretly, and he vaguely felt that the other party seemed not just to come because of Little Barbarig.

"So do you have any suggestions?" the governor asked in a cold look.

The former secretary of state did not answer immediately, but pushed a document that had not been signed before Rollet.

This is a book of transfer of property, which clearly states that a merchant is willing to sell the olive garden of fertile soil to the Governor of Venice at a very favorable price.

The former Secretary of State was the notary for this transaction, and from then on, both parties did not owe each other money.

"But I don't remember doing this business." Rollet calmly pushed the transfer back to the other side.

"Don't rush to refuse, or you should first understand the situation of the olive garden," said the former Secretary of State, casually handing another document to the Governor. "Of course this is just a little reward for you, but believe me, we can work with you in business."

"oh?"

This quote from the former Secretary of State attracted Rollet's attention.

Since becoming the governor, Rollet has been very careful. He knew that he not only had to deal with the greedy devils of the noble house, but also had to be careful of his past opponents.

Now he has become the kind of person he tried to overthrow, and his opponents have begun to plan all day long how to pull him off from the throne of the governor.

So he became more cautious, which naturally included all kinds of bribes attempted to make him personally.

Leonardo Rollett is not a morally noble person. The wealth he accumulated is also smelling bloody, and the process of his ability to become the governor was not so open and upright.

However, he still believed that no one could bribe him, at least no one could have such a big deal to impress him.

Rollett used his finger to push away the document he had closed in front of him.

When he saw the content inside, a trace of surprise finally slowly passed through his face, which had no expression.

The Secretary of State seemed very satisfied with the Governor's appearance. He looked at him proudly, and immediately lowered his head and looked at the Governor who was seriously looking at the document.

At the same time, I was secretly wondering how to take advantage of the favorable situation in front of me.

Rollet read it very quickly, but after reading it, he turned to the beginning of the document, and this time he read it much slower.

"It's crazy." Rollett looked up and said.
To be continued...