No one knows whether Alexander really has the ability to prophecy, but the Venetians did appear as they guessed.

The morning of May 3 is very cool, and the early summer breeze blows out from the dense jungle and is a little cool.

Some of the early birds have flew out of their nests to find food, and the woods are filled with the peaceful atmosphere of birds singing and flowers.

On a slightly rising slope not far east of Oral Town, the first drum sound of every day also sounded in the Genoese camp, and the camp gradually became lively.

The officers began to call out the names, which was something that must be done every morning, because no one knew if there would be cowards who would be deserters in the middle of the night, or some guy who had been holding it in for too long ran to the town to stumble at night.

The military discipline of mercenaries is well known, and this corruption can sometimes even determine the fate of an army.

Just two years ago, when Charles VIII swept across the peninsula with his arrogant army, he would never have thought that one of the culprits who eventually defeated him was the syphilis that was rampant in his army.

The romance of the French or simply said that it was debauchery that Charles VIII suffered a great loss, and this did not scare others.

The mercenaries still went to look for women without restraint, and they always formed gangs and never left alone. Once they broke out in many places, syphilis was rampant, and even many nobles were not spared.

One after another, the sound of dots and Mao sounded on the slope, so no one noticed the two black dots running from afar. It was not until they were approaching that the sentry discovered the two people.

The Genoese scouts turned pale, not because they ran away but because they were scared.

When the two were taken to the camp commander, the scout who was nervous and gasping for a long time before he shouted anxiously: "The Venetians are Venetians, they have many!"

The commander's eyes were a little gloomy. He didn't know how stupid these two scouts were to describe the enemy using "many" words that were not professional at all. Although he also guessed that it was probably because of the large number of enemies that made them so abnormal, the commander still picked up a cup of cold water from the table next to him and poured it over.

The scout was suddenly splashed and woke up. One of them shook the water droplets on his head and said quickly: "Sir, the Venetians are here. We saw the cavalry in front and some infantry in the back, with a specific number of about 10,000 people."

"10,000 people," the commander's expressionless face was a little unnatural. He knew that even if Alexander's army was added, there were less than 10,000 people on his side, and this was just the number of troops that the scouts roughly guessed after observing. "How far are they from here?"

"We took a shortcut back about 5 Falis or more, but we didn't dare to pass through the forest, because there seemed to be their people in the forest." The scout thought for a while. "We don't know the number of people in the forest, but there are definitely a lot of them."

The commander finally panicked. He only has 1,000 people now, which means he may have to face ten times or even ten times more enemies, which makes him unable to calm down any longer.

He ordered to prepare horses for him and greeted the scouts and asked them to follow him to rush to the town. At the same time, he issued an order to be alert to the entire army.

I don't know who spread the news that the Venetian army was approaching. The atmosphere in the camp became tense instantly. The soldiers hurriedly packed their things. The mercenaries liked to bring all their money on them and each of them was full of bulging bodies. They looked like a group of funny fat men, but their faces were very gloomy, or numb. Years of killing made many of them completely give up their vision for the future. For the mercenaries, the warm body of women every night was more effective than praying and wishing.

Cargino got up very early, so when the commander of the front line arrived, he saw him waving his heavy sword in sweat.

Cargino's sword is a typical two-handed sword used by northerners. For a nobleman who grew up in a city known for his elegance, this weapon is a bit too rough. However, Cargino's hand was quite stretched out when he controlled the sword. As the heavy sword flipped alternately in his hands, the sharp sword body slashed in the air with howling flashes.

If Alexander had watched this scene here, he might also think that in terms of interest, Cargino was quite similar to Sophia.

"Sir, the Venetians are here."

Seeing Cargino, the commander, who was originally a little nervous, gradually calmed down. Following the commander's experience of winning many times made him suddenly feel that the Venetians were not that scary.

"How many people?" Cargino didn't stop, and he asked while waving his heavy sword.

"A Venetian army of about 10,000 people was marching towards us five Farmites, and they also found that there should be Venetians in the forest, but the number was not very clear."

Cargino stopped, and he walked to the sink and lifted the wooden barrel full of water and raised it over his head and poured it down. The water like a waterfall instantly wet his whole body.

"That Gumbrey is right," Cargino looked southeast of the town. "He probably placed the camp so far because he guessed that the Venetians would come."

"That Gombrey is a coward," said a servant next to him, helping Cargino wipe his body and make fun of it. "He probably wanted to turn around whenever he saw the Venetians, and then turn around and run away."

The Genoese people next to them laughed. Cargino's calmness made them feel nervous when they first heard the arrival of the Venetians gradually disappear, and the attendant's joke made them laugh rarely before this battle.

Cargino did not laugh. He picked up a short sword from the shelf next to him and played with it in his hand, while frowned slightly thoughtfully.

"The Venetians will attack from our front."

At first, Cargino said to himself, and the surroundings immediately became quiet. His men knew that at this time, Cargino was using his rich war experience to guess their enemies, and perhaps he would give orders soon, and then they fought the Venetians on the battlefield.

"They have more numbers than ours, and if they were not mistaken, maybe twice our strength, or 15,000 men," Cargino naturally ignored Alexander. "If they were not going to expel us, but intended to destroy us, the only way for the Venetians was to send an army directly through the jungle and go around us."

Speaking of this, Cargino suddenly looked up, and he looked at the men waiting aside and gave an order: "Summon the entire army immediately, we may be in trouble."

Cargino's words made several people nervous for a moment. In their memory, their commander rarely had such a loss of composure, and every time this happened, it often meant that the situation was imminent.

The entire town of Oral suddenly became turbulent, and the noises were hustle and horses were neighing. The residents of the town immediately found that the entire town suddenly turned into a large barracks, with soldiers rushing around with weapons everywhere, and officers dressed in gorgeous clothes but cursing in their mouths.

The mercenaries' hats were decorated with fancy decorations swaying on the streets, and the collision of spears and shields and swords came one after another, and then they were verbal abuse and quarrels.

The slightly shrill sound of trumpet echoed over Oral. The residents of the town looked at the Genoese who were coming and going indifferently, staring at every passing soldier, as if they were always on guard against them to steal something.

A soldier shouted and passed by the door of a house. His eyes glanced at the woman standing at the door from time to time, which made the man next to him look ugly. He pulled the woman hard and walked into the door, leaving only the laughter from the soldiers outside.

"Don't worry about you fool, we will fight with the Venetians soon. Maybe the Venetians will come to you tomorrow to collect food."

The soldier called out to the door where he was locked in for a while, then raised his hand and drew a cross in front of his chest.

"God bless me, if I survive this time, I will definitely be the most devout believer. I will get rid of all bad habits and be a good person. It is better to find a woman to marry and never do such adventures again."

The soldier kept muttering to himself. He followed the companions in front of him, first integrated into a small team, and then followed a large team. When he rushed out of the town with other soldiers gathered on the main road of Oral Town, the entire road was already filled with teams of Genoese.

Cargino rode on his horse and looked at the army rolling past his eyes, a trace of excitement flashed across his face.

Although he has been on the battlefield for many years, before each battle begins, Cargino will have such tension and excitement that is difficult for the people around him to notice.

Kargino didn't know if this was fear, but this feeling made him more alert and alert, which made him often smell dangerous at critical moments, which made Kargino feel that he had received gifts from God.

"Sir, what should I do if that Kumbrey?"

A subordinate whispered to remind that although they were sarcastic when talking about Barenti's fiancé, they were often sarcastic, but now facing enemies that may be twice or more than themselves, the Genoese finally remembered the Agris who were regarded as purely dragged by them from the beginning.

"Maybe they can protect our flanks," another subordinate said with a slight hesitation, and then seemed to find his suggestion a bit ridiculous and shook his head. "I might be crazy about giving my back to those farmers."

Cargino waved his hand slightly, and he took a deep breath to calm the excitement slightly, and then after a while, a sharp edge flashed in his eyes.

"The Venetians may come faster than we thought."

Cargino watched the team slowly advancing on the road give orders.

For a moment, the shouts of the messengers were circulating one after another on the street to the distance.

Under the urging of the officers, the Genoese began to speed up. The heavy crossbowmen passed by their companions panting. They needed to set up formations earlier than others. More importantly, these heavy crossbowmen were also responsible for defending the road to Oral Town.

"I will not entrust my safety to others," Cargino said to his men. "If I could, I would rather believe the contract sailors than the Naples."

Cargino's words caused a burst of laughter all around him. People knew who the contract sailors he was talking about were. Speaking of which, there was no more infamous in Genoa than contract sailors. Even the brokers who made money by selling these contracts were unwilling to have too much social interaction with those contract sailors.

Even though they are called sailors, no ship owner treats those people as real sailors. Even after some ships come back for a period of time, they will find that there are fewer contract sailors who have signed the treaty before.

No one would be interested in the whereabouts of these people, because the contract sailors were originally abandoned because of their previous bad deeds. Some of them were once thieves and some were debtors. The Genoese government summoned them to force them to sign a contract, so that half of each copper coin they earned would belong to the Genoese government until they had paid off their respective debts or fines to be free.

So when the Genoese heard Cargino compare Alexander with the contract sailor, the Genoese couldn't help laughing.

As Cargino compared Alexander to the deeds of contract sailors who seemed to him, Alexander was standing on the roof of a house and looking towards the east of the town.

The town of Oral is very large, which makes observation a little difficult, especially those uneven roofs, which will soon be dazzling.

Because the roof is very high, you can roughly see the scene of the entire town.

The Genoese's restlessness did not escape Alexander's attention. Thinking about the previous report of his subordinates and his scouts, Alexander realized that Venice should have arrived.

The Agris had entered the arranged areas according to the orders, while the Genoese were a little confused. They did not understand why they had not gathered in line, but were completely dispersed and scattered and ordered to enter the houses they had previously collected. When they saw that the Agris had actually started to demolish the houses under Carlo's command, many Genoese had already regretted staying there.

"Carlo, do you know what you should do?"

Alexander asked again, he needed everyone to understand their responsibilities.

"Steal Oral!" Carlo answered loudly, and he looked at Alexander nervously. For some reason, he felt that the distance between him and the lord was getting farther and farther away. Carlo understood that if the lord could not let the lord see that he was of sufficient use in this battle in Oral, then he might not only not be able to keep up with the lord's footsteps, but may even be unable to maintain his current status.

After all, the Gompatti, who was called the "butcher", was coming in full force. If he had not targeted the position of chief officer beside Alexander, Carlo would not believe it.

Alexander knew Carlo's thoughts very well, but he didn't point them out. After all, whether he could continue to follow him depends on whether everyone could shoulder their responsibilities.

A hunter may be able to serve as a captain in Agri, but in Rome, he may only be a captain.

"How is Gompati?"

Alexander did not want to hide his importance to Gompatti, especially now, when another scout brought him news that he had discovered the Milan cavalry in 2 Farities, Alexander couldn't help but look back at the terrace outside the town.

On May 3, 1497, under the clever deployment of Venetian General Pitirino, the Milan and Venetian coalition accurately intercepted the troops of Genoa and Count Montina who were trying to aid Montina in the town of Oral, halfway to Montina.
Chapter completed!