When Mahimo turned dizzyly, it was already a little late when he returned to Marino Palace. Because he looked a little scary, many people rushed over to ask him what had happened.

Maximo has always been very popular. He can talk to everyone and sit together and drink and chat. Although he is wearing a monk's robe, no one regards him as a monk but as more of a friend.

Seeing Maximona's look as if he was a ghost, people couldn't help but worry, especially some of Ruosha's entourages, they knew that this monk was still very important to the Earl Miss.

Ma Ximo didn't care about dealing with others. He needed to see Ruosha tell her what he heard. He had a feeling that something was going to come to his door soon.

Ruosha was sitting quietly in her room. I don’t know what Uliu was thinking. Ruosha’s room was arranged "coincidentally" on the next door of Alexander’s room. Although there was no door connecting the two rooms, there was a bay window protruding outward and adjacent to each other behind the two rooms. If you sit on the couch on the bay window, just turn your head to the side and chat with each other.

Maximo admired Uriu's painstaking arrangement, and he couldn't help but admit that it was not easy to be a good housekeeper, at least he could not think of it.

Now Ruosha is sitting on the bed tilting outward on the bay window. Because the bed is almost hanging in the air, she feels like she is floating in the air when sitting on it.

Ruosha looked at the bay window next to her, which was only separated by a wall. The distance was actually very close, and even if the people on both sides could hold each other together.

Ruosha was quite satisfied with this arrangement, so she thought about how to reward the Moors, and at this moment Maximo came.

Seeing Ma Ximo's strange expression, if you know something might have happened, after listening to Ma Ximo's complete story, Ruosha asked curiously: "Who do you think that Connie O's looking for?"

"I don't know that Miss, I'm actually the gift of God that I can come back alive." Mahimo said vaguely while drinking a big gulp of wine, "But that Orgala surprised me. Although I might have been sunk into the Tiber River without her, I don't think that woman is so easy to deal with."

Of course it is not easy to deal with. Ruosha thought about it. She didn't know much about Orgala before, but only knew that the woman seemed to have a deal with Alexander, or who was behind her.

However, after coming to Rome, she had found that the woman was not simple.

Although it was only a few days ago, Ruosha had heard more than one person who had heard the most popular people in Rome.

Among them are big names like Gonzalo and Cotschach, and aristocratic circles like Orgala, which seem to be just mingling in Rome, but in fact, if you think about it carefully, you will find that characters have already penetrated into every corner like flowing water.

"It seems that Connie O's not telling the truth."

Ruosha recalled the past and after her encounter with Connie Ou, it was obvious that the woman was indeed preparing to get along with her. Ruosha thought she was going to take the opportunity to approach Alexander, but now it seems that she has other purposes.

"But it's really good that you can come back alive," Ruosha picked up the bottle next to her and poured it on Mahimo. "If it weren't for that Mrs. Orgala, you might be dead."

Ruosha's words made Ma Ximo tremble again. Thinking about the danger of almost losing his life before, Ma Ximo struggled to stand up and take back to Ruosha. He had to find a suitable place and a satisfying person to comfort his injured body and mind.

Ruosha sat back on the bed in the bay window and looked at the scenery outside. At this time, the night had gradually enveloped the entire city. You could see the lights in the villa on a hill nearest in the distance, which looked like the stars dotted in the sky.

Ruosha didn't think about Orgala or Connie O anymore, and they would naturally appear if they needed it.

Now Ruosha is thinking about Alexander.

She looked back at a short musket placed on the table on her bedside table. It seemed strange that this kind of thing would appear in a lady's room, which she took from Alexander's room.

The musket is not shrewd in appearance, unlike some nobles who like to carve various fancy decorations on their weapons. This is a practical and terrifying murder weapon.

The only thing that can be called decoration is a very eye-catching badge on the gun handle, indicating a circle that completely fills three sides in the equilateral triangle of the strongest structure.

In the gap between the left and right corners of the triangle, there is a small pattern each, which represents Agri and Montina respectively, while the corner above is still empty.

"Where do you want to add here?" Ruosha murmured to herself as she looked at the pattern on the gun handle, then she suddenly raised her hand and aimed the muzzle of the musket forward.

With a "bang", the hammer hit the anvil and made a crisp sound.

Ruosha withdrew her hand and looked at the musket sitting on the bed. She thought for a moment that she took out a stack of documents tied with a rope from a tight box placed on the table next to her.

Ruosha untied the rope and began to place the documents in different categories on the bed. She looked at various contracts and agreements with different signatures, and Ruosha showed a satisfied smile on her face.

"Sophia, do you know that for Alexander this is what he needs most," Ruosha whispered to herself, "You can find beautiful women at will, but there may not be many women who help him."

Ruosha said as she smiled slightly smugly through the corner of her mouth, but then she frowned slightly again.

This is because she quickly remembered that not only did Alexander find the beautiful woman, she seems to be missing now.

Barendi de la Rovere is a living example.

"What a worry-provoking brother," Ruosha snorted softly, took out one of the documents and looked at the wealth represented by a string of numbers, Ruosha slowly lay down and put the musket on her soft chest and hugged it in her arms. "But it's only me who can help you, isn't my brother?"

The brother who made his sister uneasy is now also upset.

The army set out from Montina had about 1,500 people, which was all the people Alexander could bring out.

Montina's original defenders did not move at all, and they also eliminated Gompatti's artillery and wounded soldiers. Alexander brought not many people.

Although the number of people is smaller, because each person only carries a few days of military rations, the marching speed is obviously much faster than before from Pisa to Oral.

Perhaps the previous Battle of Fornovo had a bad impact on Pittilio, so that although the nominal victory was confirmed and it was indeed after this battle that Charles VIII finally made up his mind to withdraw from Italy, Pittilio himself was questioned, and even the old fox Barbarig, curled up in the palace of the Governor of Venice, showed dissatisfaction with Pittilio. Pittilio seemed to want to let everyone re-recognize his ideas in this new war.

The proactive attack on Oral proves that the Venetian deputy was trying to let people see his positive side, and the seemingly risky but unexpected division of the Holy See army rescued the defeat in Oral almost overnight.

Alexander still had some understanding of Giovanni. Whether it was seen with his own eyes or in various rumors, Giovanni was an extremely arrogant person. If he had not been in danger, he would not have taken the initiative to ask for help from Alexander. From the seemingly calm expression of the close servant, he could easily detect his anxiety, or from the fact that after Alexander finally led the army, he could have more words to realize how anxious and nervous he had been before.

Mount Chimone is a very unique mountain in central Italy. This slightly north-south mountain can be said to be the starting point of the northern end of the entire Apennines. From here, it goes south. The entire Apennines follow the peninsula and go deep into the depths of the Mediterranean Sea.

The eastern foot of Chimone Mountain was gentle and steep in the west, which once became a small problem for the Roman Empire in the early years, because whenever the barbarians tried to invade Rome, they could calmly find different invasion paths along the eastern foot of this mountain. However, the Romans had to station their precious legions on the western slope of Chimone Mountain, which were inconvenient to rescue each other. In this way, the Romans always had to face a large number of powerful enemies.

Giovanni's supply camp under the western slope of Chimone Mountain is not only occupied by Pitiliou, but even worse, it also cut off Giovanni's retreat. In this way, if the Duke of Gandino does not want to face the desperate situation of exhausting ammunition and food, the only thing he can do is to either ignore the danger that Pitiliou might take the opportunity to attack, and immediately divide his troops to eliminate the enemy behind him and grab all the supplies, or simply take advantage of the fact that the army has not yet launched an attack on Pitiliou because of the lack of food.

But Giovanni soon discovered that no matter which method he took, there would be bad consequences, because the Genoese seemed to have to rely on his actions in the Battle of Oral.

In this case, Giovanni had to grit his teeth and ask for help from his cheap brother-in-law.

Alexander knew Giovanni's helplessness and anger at this time. To be precise, Giovanni was like the devil who was put in a bottle in a story of 100,000 nights. The greater the help he helped him, the stronger his revenge might be, because he would think that it was the result after he paid a huge price or even dignity. He would never express gratitude to the person who saved him, but would only hate him even more.

Because of this, thinking that he has been in this world for about a few days, Alexander didn't mind letting his brother-in-law suffer for a few more days.

It would be best to help Giovanni's army get out of trouble before it is out of ammunition and food. In this way, Giovanni doesn't care about any more tricks and can only do his best to deal with Pitti Ruino.

But Alexander did not expect that the battle that he originally thought could be a quick battle was not that simple.

The complex terrain on the western slope of Mount Chimone was not only far beyond Alexander's expectations, but also made him helpless. When Giovanni chose the logistics camp, he seemed to have considered the possible threat, so he set up the logistics camp on a mountain top that was washed into gullies during the flood. Except for a rugged mountain road, other places were not suitable for the army to develop formation.

"I want to know how the Venetians did it," Alexander asked coldly, looking at Captain Genoa with a helpless face opposite him, "You must know that the Venetians can take that camp from this road, can't you?"

"Sir, we have asked the escaped defenders," Captain Genoa glanced at the nearby servant with an ugly face. "At that time, they were not at all prepared for the Venetian attack. Even the Venetians had arrived outside the camp, their sentinels were still drinking."

"Is that true?" Alexander turned around and looked at the attendant. Seeing the attendant's embarrassing look, he walked out of the tent and pointed at the camp on the top of the mountain. "You tell me that this is the place you are here to rescue? Look at the mountain and the terrain near it, even if all Giovanni's army attacks, it may not be able to capture it."

"But sir, you are attacking now," said the closest servant carefully. "We all know that you won in Oral. At that time, you had more opponents than you, and now the enemies on the mountain are definitely not as good as the Milanese when they were in Oral."

"But at that time I had artillery, fortifications and enough food to consume with the enemy. What do I have now?" Alexander said a little furiously. He walked back to the tent and sat in front of the map and looked at it, then said with a little relief, "But that's fine. Now the only thing we can be glad is that the enemy does not have artillery, and we still have the opportunity to come up with other solutions."

Alexander said as he placed the quill in his hand casually, and then he felt that the atmosphere seemed a little wrong.

He looked at the closest servant, and then looked at Captain Genoa, who was also not very good-looking.

"Sir..." The close servant licked his lips, but he seemed to have no idea what to say. He looked at the Genoese next to him.

"Sir, I just asked those defenders," Captain Genoa arched his throat, which forced him to pull the throat armor piece that was tightly tied around his neck. "Duke Gandino he..."

Seeing the captain being too reluctant to speak, Ofulei next to him couldn't help but speak: "Duke Gandino brought a batch of artillery to attack Rearo, and now these artillery have fallen into the hands of the Genoese."

Alexander paused with the pen, and he looked up at the people in the tent, his eyes flashed across everyone's face, and then after slowly putting the quill on the table, Alexander said slowly: "Carlo, Ofulei, stay, everyone else goes out."

Seeing the curtain of the tent being put down, the person standing outside couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!