Soon the person who rushed in front found that there were few companions beside him. Until the last soldier in the first row found that he was the only one standing there stupidly, he stopped and looked at the barricade that seemed to be close to him, and then slowly turned around and looked back.

The messy team had stopped, and a blood-colored alley smashed by shells divided the entire team into two left and right sections.

The soldier opened his mouth, as if he didn't know what to do. When he turned his head to look at the barricade, he shook his head in panic, then threw away the shield and sword in his hand and sat on the ground.

At this time, in his opinion, the not-tall barricade was lying in front of him like a terrifying monster, as if he would pounce on him at any time and tear him completely.

The Milanese attack was hit hard before it began completely.

Cheers rang out on the barricades, not only the Agris but also the Genoese, at least at this time, they were sincerely cheering for their victory.

Everyone knows what failure means to them, and even the Genoese, who seemed shaken from the beginning, already understand that they have no way out.

The terrifying casualties caused by the continuous attacks of Gompatti's artillery on the Milans made the Genoese shocked when they saw it. Coupled with the long-standing feud between the two sides, the Genoese also understood what would happen if they fell into the hands of the Milans.

Someone had thought about running away, but soon they found the guys called the Hunter Guards were behind them.

The first person who escaped was ruthlessly shot.

This was something these mercenaries could not have imagined. Although they would also be punished when they escaped from the battlefield in the past, most people would not be investigated.

The idea that mercenaries are not obliged to spend their lives on for their employer makes most people disbelieve in the scene they see.

Some people also thought about mutiny, but Alexander had obviously thought of this, or he did not believe in the Genoese mercenaries from the beginning, so he had already summoned the mercenary captains to his side and mixed the Genoese and the Agris together.

For the Agris, they have no way out.

Fighting in this place far away from their hometown allowed them to try their best to join forces. More importantly, they knew better than the Genoese's hatred of the Milans for them.

Once caught, there will be no good results. These mountaineers from the mountainous areas of southern Italy truly show their tough nature at this time.

The terrible affair of the Agris was grouping with them. They knew how to take care of their fellow villagers and who to fight with. When the enemy rushed up, the shooting of the musketeers surprised the Genoese at first, and then gradually felt relieved.

Now, after being hit by a head-on attack, the enemy opposite them had to retreat backwards. Looking at the enemies that were coming like a tide and retreating like a tide, the barricades and cheers on the roofs instantly resounded over the town of Oral.

"Agri~!Agri~!"

I don't know who started shouting first, and then everyone shouted, and the soldiers shouted like a demonstration towards the Venetians who were slowly retreating to the opposite barricade and confronting them.

At least at this moment, the Milanese knew about an army called the Agris.

Alexander handed the musket to the people around him, and he stood on a stone on the barricade and looked at the Venetians confronting them across the street with smoke.

Despite being a little tired, Alexander knew that he had to persevere, and that a firm commander could make the soldiers equally determined.

The terrain of Oral is very strange, and the town that becomes narrower and narrower makes people involuntarily concentrate in the middle. This is probably the most terrifying thing about Oral.

"A loophole," Alexander remembered Carlo's previous description of this place "a funnel that constantly sucks human blood out of his body."

Carlo didn't know when he came to Alexander. His face was filled with excitement. Although his arms seemed not so flexible due to injuries, his spirit was indescribable.

Instead of leaving Carlo around, Alexander ordered him to continue to attack and harass or leave alone or in the small number of Venetian squads in the town.

The purpose is to force them to move closer to the middle of the town.

Carlo was very happy to perform this mission. In his opinion, Alexander handed him over the hunting guards, which shows that he was useful at least in Alexander's mind.

"Sir, we won."

"Not yet," Alexander reminded him, looking at Carlo's excited look, "don't forget that there are many enemies in front of us, and the Venetians outside the town."

"So what are you going to do?" Carlo lowered his voice, knowing that these words would not make others hear "Maybe it might be better for us to retreat at this time."

"It's not at this time." Alexander was not angry about Carlo's suggestion to retreat. In fact, if it weren't for Oral, he might have been the first to escape from the distance after discovering Pittilyno's attempt.

Alexander never thought that courage was a virtue, and perhaps courage was a necessary condition for victory, but it would be a bit stupid to regard courage as one of the virtues in life.

"Sometimes, showing weakness or even cowardice is also a need. No one can have a completely correct answer when it is a lion or a fox." Alexander said to Ofulei beside him, "Do you think it is necessary for us to retreat?"

"There are too many people in Milan," Ofulei hesitated to look at the barricade opposite, "we can stop them now, but what about those Venetians, what is that Cargino doing? Maybe we should have a decent retreat."

"Or there is a decent surrender?" Alexander chuckled, then his eyes turned to the outside of the town, murmured "I'm asking Ofulei, what is Cargino doing..."

7000 vs 15000, Cargino was not arrogant enough to think that he could still win under such a huge gap in force.

But 7000 vs 10000, Cargino saw hope of winning.

Especially when the Milanese left their Venetian Allies and turned around and left without hesitation, Cargino keenly noticed the sudden chaos that Venice was trapped in due to the departure of the Milanese on the left.

Cargino did not miss this opportunity that might never happen again. When many Venetian officers were still cursing for the Milanese actions, under Cargino's command, the Genoese had already rushed towards the chaotic left wing of the Venetians like a tide!

7000 vs 10000, but if it is 7000 vs 2000, Cargino feels that there is no reason not to win this victory given by God.

All this can only tell one thing.

"The left wing was defeated?!"

This terrible thought flashed through the hearts of all the Venetians, even ordinary soldiers. They couldn't help but stop and rush towards the enemy's heavy crossbowmen, and then they saw more and more Genoese troops appear on the slope.

When the soldier who rushed in the front in the distance disappeared behind the slope, Cargino instinctively looked up at the sun that was gradually turning west on his head.

At around 2 pm on May 3, the Genoese completely defeated the left wing of the Venetian army. As the Genoese swept from the flank towards the Venetian army, the situation on the battlefield began to change tremendously.

While the Genoese launched a charge towards the Venetian army, in the town of Oral, the offensive and defensive battle with the artillery positions on the platform as the target also fell into a fierce battle.

Alexander threw away the short gun in his hand. Although the handle was engraved with very complicated patterns, a saber was more useful to him now than an exquisite musket.

With a wave of the knife, Alexander barely blocked the fatal blow from the enemy on the other side, but because he was too tired, the weak resistance in his hands could not completely block the enemy. The harsh and frictional sound of the armor being cut made Alexander sweat all over his body. The nervousness and fear made him take advantage of the enemy's mistake and revealing a flaw and stabbing it into the opponent's stomach, but he did not hear the tragic curse of the opponent before he died.

Alexander was already a little doubtful about whether he could finally defend the barricade, and the Milanese's determination to take revenge was obviously beyond his expectations.

Two gunshots rang almost at the same time, and a soldier who rushed to Alexander screamed and fell backwards. Two blood holes were punched in his chest and neck. When he fell down, his constant screams of pain scared the others because he was not dead yet. The Milanese finally hesitated and retreated to the barricade again.

"Sir, are you okay?" Barrow Busacco threw the smoke-burning musket to the person next to him, and he turned Alexander's body back and forth. "I saw that guy hit you."

"I'm fine, but if you pull it like this, you might break my arm." Alexander said as he looked up at the sky.

The sun, which was only slightly slanted westward above her head, seemed to be saying that it was still early.

"It seems that things are a bit bad. Maybe I have exhausted all my luck." Alexander whispered helplessly to Paul Busacco. "Listen, if the Milanese attacks again, we may really not be able to withstand it, so you go and tell Gompatti, tell him not to be stingy with gunpowder and cannons, and shoot all the shells at the Milans from now on."

Paul Busako nodded with a serious expression. He knew that Alexander had sent him to send a message to him, obviously he had realized that the situation was very critical.

"It seems that this time is really troublesome," Alexander silently filled the musket with medicine bags as he looked at Paul Busacco's back as he went away.

A violent sound of cannons sounded from the platform, and the deafening sound forced many people to block their ears.

Because I can't hear clearly, I need to use my body to feel what is happening outside.

There were roars on the ground, and a group of Milan cavalry covered in shiny armor rushed over the corpses all over the ground towards the barricade. The spears in their hands pointed straight ahead, and the dazzling reflections on the spear tip made people panic.

"cavalry!"

An Agri musketeer roared, and the sound of his shout was accompanied by a sharp howling sound of shells tearing through the air.

“Is this the last time?”

Alexander didn't know whether he was talking about himself or Milanese, his eyes narrowed slightly and his hands tightened the handle of the gun.

"Prepare~Aim~"

A familiar order came over the barricade, and the Agri musketeers stared at the front and raised their weapons.

The enemy is about to charge, and the musketeers are ready to go!

At this moment, a horn came from outside the town. When the horn was heard, the Milan cavalry who were charging could not help but stagnate.
Chapter completed!