The noble and warlike cavalry, the brave and fast cavalry swept across the battlefield for 20 centuries like a storm!

When the cavalry charged, accompanied by the unstoppable powerful momentum, there were the degree of a whirlwind and the terrifying impact and destruction. There have been even more than once in history that thousands of people were crazily pursued by hundreds of cavalrymen.

Caesar also believed in cavalry, and even believed that the cavalry he hired at a high price would not be cowardly even when facing the same cavalry. If he had the advantage in numbers, he firmly believed that he would win.

So when he saw his cavalry rushing into the gap between the two armies in front and behind Montina, he rushed to the front without hesitation. He believed that his cavalry would definitely block the infantry behind Alexander, and he could completely encircle Alexander without any suspense.

The pain in his chest woke Caesar from his coma. He felt that he seemed to be still riding on the horse, his body was rising and falling with the horse's back, and then a dizzy feeling moved him and felt nauseous. As he turned over and vomited, the pain in his chest became even stronger.

"Sir, what do you think?" The familiar voice next to him seemed to be far and near. Caesar's eyes were a little dazed. He reluctantly reached out to grab the person beside him. When he heard the familiar voice again and confirmed that it was his follower Perotto Caderon, Caesar suddenly remembered what he had given birth before fainting.

I was charging, and then I seemed to be hit and fell off my horse?!

"How is it! How is the battle now?" Caesar shook his head vigorously, dispelling the discomfort that made him feel dizzy, and tried to struggle to stand up.

"Sir, don't move," Caderon stopped anxiously. "You are injured, now you must lie quietly."

"I know I'm injured, but I want to know how that Kumbrey is!"

Caesar roared angrily, which suddenly aggravated the pain in his chest. He instinctively touched his chest, and then he realized that the heavy armor had been taken off, and even the thick shirt under the breastplate disappeared, with only a thin undershirt.

His chest was so hot that he knew that he must have been shot, which made Caesar a little scared.

The power of firearms is already known in Europe in this era. No one of the generals who are mainly a little rational will blindly oppose firearms. In addition to their huge lethality, the terrible sequelae brought by lead bullet trauma is what makes the wounded on the battlefield who are unfortunately shot and are frightened.

Caesar had seen the damage caused by lead shot poisoning, and had also seen people who left sequelae and even died of lead poisoning due to improper handling. The one who impressed the most was his half-brother Louis Borgia.

"How am I? I was hit?" Caesar touched his body in a panic. Although the pain did not affect his activity, it made him feel a little relieved. Only then did he notice that he seemed to be in a room.

"Where is this?" Caesar asked in a low voice, vaguely guessing the possibility that he least wanted to face.

"Sir, this is Livorna," Caderon reported helplessly. "You, we are captured by Count Montina."

Although he had guessed, Caesar was stunned for a moment.

At noon on O-8, 497, Alexander, Earl of Montina, and Caesar, Earl of Aval, fought against the outskirts of Livorna.

Less than half an hour after the battle began, Caesar was unfortunately shot and fell off a horse and was captured!

Caesar was lying on the bed halfway. He knew that the armor on his body saved his life. This exquisite armor from Milan was a gift given to him by Giovanni Sforza. The armor, which was as exquisite as a work of art instead of equipment, fully reflects the amazing high skills of Milan craftsmen, so that Caesar was reluctant to wear it to participate in the competition.

The most peculiar thing is that while this armor has amazing protective effects, it is also surprisingly light, which makes Caesar even wonder whether the Milanese mastered some unknown method of forging armor materials.

Now the breastplate of the armor has been stripped off and thrown in the corner. Two parts of the armor have been hit by lead bullets and have been sunk in. There are dents with charred marks on the spraying equipment around, which makes people who see it secretly shocked.

"Sir, God bless you so lucky. Both projectiles did not penetrate your armor," Calderon was a little excited at first, and then lowered his voice and reported in a low voice, "Our army is still outside the city of Liwo. We must find a way to leave here as soon as possible."

Caesar was stunned and then understood what he had given birth.

It was obvious that his army was not defeated, but he himself became a prisoner.

Caesar knew that such a thing was not unborn in history. The army of both sides of the war was not defeated, but one of the parties, even the commanders of both sides, were captured by the other party on the battlefield, or died in battle, had also happened. However, he never expected that this happened to his first battle.

"Where is Kombray?" Caesar was gradually calming down at this time. He forced himself to sit up and lean against the bed post. He had to maintain the necessary dignity when the enemy appeared.

"Their army is confronting our army in the open ground," Caderon whispered, "the Earl Montina has also been here before."

Caderon did not tell Caesar that he had come to take care of his master. When he saw Caesar being shot and fell off his horse, Caderon was completely frightened. He knew that if something happened to Caesar, what awaited him was the most terrible ending.

Alexander VI will definitely let him bury his only remaining son.

As for Jeffrey's naughty child, Alexander VI always suspected that it was the product of his mistress cuckolding himself.

When he saw the cavalry who turned around and ran away because of the sudden unexpected head-on blow, he didn't even care about his commander and just wanted to escape, Caderon had to rush forward regardless of everything.

While shouting at the Bohemians who had already waved their sabers to him, he rushed to Caesar, who had fallen to the ground and did not know how to live or die. He jumped off his horse and threw himself on Caesar to protect his master as much as possible, and shouted to the enemies who had already surrounded him: "This is Caesar! Caesar Bogia, the son of the pope!"

It was Caderon's bravery that saved Caesar's life, but the unlucky master and servant became prisoners of Montina's army.

"Go and have someone call Gombrey, I want to meet him."

Caesar stared at the door and said in a low voice. Caderon couldn't see what he was thinking, but it was obvious that Caesar must be in a bad mood at this time.

When I was captured in the first battle, there was probably nothing more frustrating and more shocking than this.

Caesar could even think of how those Romans would mock him behind their backs when they heard the news, especially Constantine de la Rovere, who had always looked down on himself, and now he had enough reasons to ridicule him.

As for Alexander, Caesar didn't care much about his thoughts.

Not long after Calderon went out, a sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

Although his chest was so painful that it was about to hum when it moved slightly because of the lead bullet, Caesar tried hard to make his body look a little taller.

Caderon walked in first, and it was not Alexander who followed behind, but a strong and vigilant soldier.

When he walked into the room, the soldier first stood at the door and stopped, looked at Caesar who was sitting on the bed vigilantly, and then slowly moved away from his body blocking the door, giving way to Alexander behind him.

"I didn't expect your courage to suddenly become smaller. I am your prisoner now."

Caesar looked at Alexander who was walking in sarcastically, and glanced at Paul Busako who was standing aside and silently. He remembered that this person should be Alexander's guards, and his guards had a very strange name, called "Hunting Guards".

"It's always good to be careful," Alexander walked to a place not far from Caesar and moved a chair and sat down, looking at his brother-in-law opposite him in an interesting way. "To be honest, this kind of meeting made me feel a little unsatisfied."

"Don't be too proud," Caesar's face turned red, and his chest, which was slight pain as his breathing became more rapid, was flushing violently. "You should know you're in big trouble."

"That's why I said that this result is unsatisfactory," Alexander's expression slowly became serious. His body was slightly upright, his eyes and angry Caesar looked at each other. "In my plan, I should have negotiated with you after defeating your army, but now you are here and your army is outside the city of Liwo, which makes me not very satisfied."

"Do you think it's so easy to defeat my army?"

Caesar was furious. He felt that if he had not been too unlucky, he would not have been captured by Alexander.

As for the defeat of his army, Caesar wanted to ask sarcastically: "You want to eat my 3ooo people with 2ooo people. Aren't you afraid of becoming the unlucky guy Yuser who was overwhelmed to death?"

"Okay, let's have a good talk now," Caesar said in a deep voice. "What are you going to do? Will you just imprison me when you let me go back?"

Seeing that Caesar had calmed down and even had a little sarcastic look in his expression, Alexander frowned slightly.

As Alexander himself said just now, this result was not what he wanted to see.

If he had captured Caesar's army after completely defeating him, Alexander would have been willing to see such an ending, but now Caesar's army is still outside the city of Liw, while Caesar himself is sitting opposite him, which makes Alexander a little difficult.

Just put it back like this?

Alexander never thought about this idea.

But how do you use this pope’s favorite son?

"Caesar, you should still pay attention to your injuries, so I suggest you cultivate here during this period."

"You want to imprison me? The Pope's son?" Caesar asked in a sarcastic tone, "Do you know what the consequences will bring?"

"I just care about your body. You must know that although the armor helps you block the bullet, maybe your internal organs have been injured. For example..."

As he said that, Alexander stood up and walked over and reached out and pressed Caesar's chest.

"Oh~"

A scream broke out from Caesar's mouth!

"What are you doing? Do you want to kill me?"

"You have to have a good rest, that's it. As for other things, we can talk about them slowly."

Alexander tilted his head and touched his chin to look at Caesar in front of him. His slightly playful look made Caesar, who was trembling with pain, trembling with pain, and he couldn't help but pull the blanket covered by his body slightly.

Somehow, Caesar always felt that Alexander's eyes were uncomfortable.

"I think you should be glad you wear a very strong armor, and you should also thank God for not letting the hunting guard aim at your head, but if you are not careful, you may still suffer from sequelae."

Alexander bowed slightly to Caesar.

"Don't worry, this is not for you, but for Lucrechia. I don't want to see her cry for you anymore. Giovanni's death is enough to make her sad."

After saying that, Alexander ignored Caesar, whose face was so gloomy that it was about to drip out of water, and walked towards the door.

When he and Caderon passed by, Alexander stopped and looked at the young attendant.

If I remember correctly, Perotto Caderon should have been thrown into the Tiber River by the Bogia family at this time in history.

But now Caderon was standing in front of him and unexpectedly saved Caesar.

Alexander didn't know if he should thank this person well. He knew that if Caesar was accidentally killed in this battle, then what he had to face next would be the surging anger from Pope Alexander VI!

If that is true, the only thing he can do is to quickly take his sister and abduct pregnant Lucrezia. If possible, he would like to call Barenti and report a letter to Sophia who is far away in Bohemia, and then take a group of subordinates who are willing to go to New University 6 with him.

After all, the anger from the Pope is definitely not something he can bear now.

Caderon had a strange look at Alexander. He could only bow and salute in front of his master. When he stood up, he happened to hear Alexander say something strange: "Thank God, you did nothing out of order."

Caderon looked at Alexander in surprise, but only saw his back as he walked out of the door.

Alexander, who walked out of the house, took a deep breath. He believed that Caesar inside must be lying on the bed and was furious but had no choice but to do anything, which made his mood much better all of a sudden.

Because the battle just now was beyond everyone's expectations, a rather subtle and embarrassing situation appeared on the battlefield.

Through the open land outside the inner woo, the armies of both sides maintained a non-aggression in a tacit understanding.

The Popes were building simple camps, and it was obvious that they had realized that the stalemate would not end soon.

The Montina army was repairing fortifications.

Given the precedent that successfully blocked the Venetian attack in Pisa, the future defensive warfare master Gompatti firmly believes that a good defense system is the foundation of all victory.

And whether he wanted to or not, the news of Caesar's capture had already spread.

On the 2nd of the month, the third day after the battle in Livorna broke out, the news of Caesar's first battle finally reached Rome.

When the news spread, the city of Rome was in an uproar, and the Vatican was shocked!...

Not long after, Pope Alexander VI suddenly ordered the call of Miss Rusha Kosencha, Earl of Cosencha, to the Vatican Sistine Cathedral.

In the afternoon of the same day, the Pope and the Sistine Cathedral Prayer Hall officially summoned Rusha Kosencha.

The next day, on the 2nd of the month, a negotiating team led by the Pope's private secretary Nomero left Rome.
Chapter completed!