The Venetians are retreating?

A Milan knight riding on the war horse pulled the reins hard. Under his thick armor mask, his eyes turned around in confusion and looked in the direction of the sound of the horn. Although it was impossible to see clearly what was happening outside the town, he still instinctively made this move.

Behind him, the Milan knights were also surprised and confused. Some of them even turned their horses to see what was posted.

The charge naturally stopped for no reason. The two sides were stalemate between each other only a few dozen meters away, with corpses all over the street and various obstacles and debris abandoned on the roadside.

"Sir, we can hit this distance." A musketeer lowered his voice and said to Alexander, as if he was afraid that the Milanese people on the opposite side would hear it.

But Alexander slowly put down the musket in his hand. He held this heavy weapon for a long time and shot almost numb his shoulders and arms. Looking at the Milan cavalry opposite him who was in a hurry to move forward, Alexander slowly shook his head.

"Go tell Gompatti and let him stop shooting." Alexander suddenly remembered the order sent Paul Busako to Gompatti to bombard the Milanese with all their might. At this time, it was obvious that it was a bit unnecessary to do so. He estimated that new changes had occurred outside the town.

Soon, Alexander proved his guess from the actions of the Milan cavalry.

The Milanese began to retreat.

Looking at the Milan cavalry team that changed direction, Alexander slowly leaned against the chest wall of the barricade. He turned around and looked at the soldiers beside him, and gave a third order to Gompatti to a soldier beside him.

"Go and tell Gompatti that he can do what I have given him before."

The soldier immediately turned around and ran towards the platform. He arrived quickly at only 100 meters away. On the way, the soldier also met Carlo and Ofulei who had just heard the news.

"What happened? Where are you going?" Carlo shouted to the scholar. If he hadn't seen him running to the platform, he might have regarded this man as a deserter. After all, the previous battle was too fierce. Not only the Genoese, but even the Agris had escaped.

"I'll go and pass the orders to the butcher," the soldier accidentally called Gompatti's nickname. "Milan seems to be running away!"

"What did you say?" Carlo Yidai seemed to think he had heard it wrong, so he looked back at Ofulei next to him, and then saw the same unexpected expression on Ofulei's face. "You said the Milanese ran away? How is this possible?"

"I don't know, I'm going to pass the order." The soldier continued to run towards the platform. When he ran to the artillery position, he first glanced at the terrifying artillery with awe, and then ran to the same puzzled Gompatti and Paul Busako.

"Sir, please tell me that you can do it according to the orders he gave you before."

For a while, Gompatti seemed a little surprised. He asked the soldiers about Alexander's orders until he was sure that he had made no mistake. He turned around and looked in the direction of the Milanese, and then took out a note of paper with a string of numbers from his pocket.

Under Paul Busacco's puzzled gaze, Gompatti quickly adjusted the direction and height of the cannon with the wood carving disc. At the same time, Busacco could hear his muttering to himself: "How is this possible? Are the Milanese really defeated?"

Soon, the firing angle of the artillery was finally determined. Looking at the wooden mats under the cannon tube that had been cut from saws at different angles, Gompatti whispered again: "It seems that it needs to be changed."

Then he took a deep breath and gave an order to the artillery that had been waiting for: "Shoot!"

The cannons fired together, and this time, they didn't even use a cannon for a test fire first.

The shells soared into the air with the roar and the flames ejected from the muzzle, roaring towards the farthest direction of the town's edge.

Gompatti did not immediately order the cannon to be cleaned and recharged, but ran a few steps forward and looked at the direction of the shells flying out without regard to the pungent smell of gunpowder.

Soon, a loud noise from the shells fell to the ground was faintly heard from the edge of the town, but because of the dense houses blocking him, he could only judge the distance of the bullet point from the few thin smoke columns that immediately rose up.

"Damn it, the shooting is not very accurate," Gompatti cursed in dissatisfaction. He returned to a cannon and continued to carefully adjust the shooting angle. After calculating again, he once issued a shooting order.

Several shells flew into the sky again. This time, the shelling effect was concentrated compared to before, which made Gompatti slightly satisfied, while Paul Busacco next to him was inexplicably seen.

"Where are you fighting?"

"Don't you know?" Gompatti said casually while busy restoring the artillery, "This place is a well outside the town of Oral."

At this point, Gompatti stopped and seemed a little stunned to look at Paul Busacco, and then two confused people curled their lips at the same time.

"Sometimes, sir, will give some inexplicable orders," Gompatti said casually while working.

Paul Busacco started to speak without saying anything. As Alexander's captain of the guards, he knew very well when to remain silent. However, as the third round of shells flew out in the direction of the "well" that Gompatti said, Busacco hesitated and finally said:

"Sometimes it is true, but we all know that there must be a reason for him to do this."

"There is a reason," Gompatti nodded. "Take that well for example, it was what he told me after asking the Bohemians to search the town. For this, I even went to measure the distance from here to that well, so I believe there is a reason for that."

Gompatti didn't know why Alexander had to let him record the value of shooting at the dry well at the edge of the town of Oral. He could only arrange artillery shooting according to the angle calculated after the previous record.

When those shells fell for the first time, they caused panic among the Milanese people.

Because there is one of the key ways for the Milanese people to retreat outside the town.

The sudden retreat of the Venetians surprised the Milanese who were attacking the town frantically, and immediately shook the Milanese's team.

Of course they did not know that the consequence was caused by their unauthorized actions. They only knew that the Venetian left wing was suddenly defeated, and some escaped Venetians fled towards the town in a panic, and then the unsettling news spread among the Milanese.

But before the Milanese figured out whether the panicked Venetians were saying true or not, then more and more dispersed Venetians fled from the position.

So the news they brought became chaotic.

But no matter what it is, it only means one thing, the Venetians were defeated.

The Milanese had no time to figure out how the 7,000 Genoese defeated the 10,000 Venetians, just as their 5,000 men could never defeat the army of Alexander, which had only more than 2,000 people.

What the Milanese are worried about is their current situation. Once they defeat the Venetians, the Genoague army may turn around quickly. By then, the Milanese will be in danger of being completely surrounded and annihilated by the enemy!

The action that originally wanted to annihilate the enemy became the possibility of being annihilated again. The Milanese people really don’t know how this battle turned out like this.

Although I heard from the Venetians that this was all due to the consequences of their unauthorized departure from the battlefield, the Milanese now do not want to argue with the embarrassed Venetians for this wasteful quarrel, nor do I have time.

What they had to do was to quickly get rid of the battle with the enemy opposite, and then evacuate the dangerous town before the Genoese had turned around and surrounded them.

The Milanese also sent a signal of retreat, and the Milan army began to retreat outside the town.

The open space outside the town became very dangerous. I wonder if the Genoese would immediately surround them after discovering their actions, so the Milanese could only gather troops near an abandoned wall built in the early years of the edge of the town.

Even if you retreat, you must try your best to maintain order. The generals of Milan knew that undisciplined retreat would likely turn into uncontrollable defeat.

But their enemies did not seem to want them to leave this town that was like a nightmare for the Milanese.

A string of seemingly targetless shells suddenly fell from above.

Before the shell landed, the whistling sound that had already made the Milanese sound a little familiar attracted the attention of many people. They raised their heads and looked at the sky. Except for a few people who suddenly thought of something, most of them were confused.

Then they felt as if the ground around them suddenly jumped, and then smoke and dust rose from all directions, and there was chaos.

A shell hit the ground hard, but because it was already full of mud and the ground in early summer was so soft, the huge projectile fell on the soft grass, and it jumped up slightly and then pulled out a short shallow ditch on the ground and then disappeared.

The riot caused by another closer shell was a bit big. It landed directly on a tent. In addition to instantly smashing the tent to make the roof of the tent concave and the four corners soaring into the air, accompanied by a loud noise, a large piece of flashing golden light suddenly flew straight into the sky like a fountain that suddenly surged from the ground, and then fell down.

In an instant, gold coins rained near the guardrail.

"God!" A Milan general screamed in a low voice. He never expected that the shell, by chance, actually hit a tent full of military boxes.

Seeing the golden rain all over the sky, the mercenaries who were originally panicked by the shelling became instantly excited.

They rushed to the place where gold coins were dropped one after another, and there were even some Venetians.

"Stop! I order you to stand!"

A Milan officer shouted loudly, and next to him, his confidants raised their spears and threatened the mercenaries who rushed towards them, but no one paid any attention to them. Some of them changed direction and ran past them slightly, and some rushed towards them.

The Milanese people couldn't help but lift their spears. They didn't want to hurt their companions because of their kindness, but saw more and more people rushing towards them. But even so, after a moment of hesitation, they were knocked to the ground by the people rushing towards them. Under the trampling of countless feet, the Milan officer and his subordinates kept rolling and struggling while screaming.

Milanese officers and mercenary captains shouted loudly at all costs to prevent more people from being involved in the chaos of robbing gold coins.

They began to feel scared, and some people couldn't help but look up at the sky, as if waiting for the next shelling.

"here we go again!"

Sure enough, with a terrifying cry from unknown people, many people looked up at the sky. When they saw the vague black dot, the team that could barely be able to maintain was immediately in chaos.

No one knows where the shells will fall to make everyone feel that they are in danger. For those who have almost no experience in facing such shelling, the only thing they can do is to take instinctive steps and run around.

Once the escape begins, the seeds of panic begin to sprout and unearth in the crowd, and then sprinkle on more people like plague.

The more crowded the place, the more panic and helplessness spread faster. When thousands of exhausted soldiers who had just experienced a bloody battle were suddenly swept by panic and terror again, no one's stop or reprimand would work.

Milanese, collapsed.

The first person to escape was the Venetians. This time they used their actions to make the Milanese who had left the battlefield without authorization taste the same bitter fruit.

Seeing groups of Venetians running towards the wilderness outside the town regardless of their own, some Milanese began to flee into the wilderness.

Just as the others were still hesitating, the shells flying over their heads made them finally make them determined.

More and more mercenaries, regardless of the officers' obstruction, ran away from the already disastrous team and ran towards the wilderness.

When the first mercenary team with flags fled to the distance under their captain, the Milan commander hugged his head with both hands in pain.

The mercenary captains no longer helped the Milanese to stop their subordinates from escaping. Instead, they hurriedly retreated outside the town while shouting to their companions.

Even the Milanese began to riot and waver. They looked at each other in a glance, and many people saw the same thoughts as themselves in each other's eyes.

"Sir, we are defeated," said a Milan knight to the commander. "Everyone has seen that we have done our best for the Sforza family, and now we have to leave here."

The commander slowly lowered his hand and raised his head. His face was dull and he seemed to have not been fully awake. However, when he saw several horse-driving cavalry running by horses not far away, he seemed to suddenly calm down.

"We have to retreat," the commander clenched his hands with his gloves and smashed his forehead hard. "But we can't find the Venetians, they'll be eaten by that Cargino."

The commander said while climbing onto the war horse with the help of his followers.

"Blow the horn and try to gather the army as much as possible. We take a detour to retreat towards Realo, and Pittiruno is still there, and we go find him."

"What about the others?" the knight asked in a low voice.

Hearing this, the commander showed anger: "They chose to die, so let God punish their betrayal."

After saying that, the commander squeezed the horse's belly hard and took a step towards the distance as the neighed war horse was running.

The commander's flag was moving, and when many people saw this scene, their first thought was to "be defeated".

No one thought about whether to maintain the final order. The Milanese began to retreat outside the town like a tide. Some of them replaced their weapons with gold coins, while others simply left empty-handed just to make it easier to run.
To be continued...