Mount Rocadipas is located in the southeast of Rome. Although the mountain is not high, you can overlook the city of Rome from the mountain.

Ruosha knew that when Alexander came to Rome, he stood on this mountain and looked down at the city. At that time, Alexander was just a little lord who came to live in the Agri territory of Naples. No one knew who he was, and no one would have thought that he would become the person who would determine the fate of the city in a few years.

Now, Ruosha is standing on the same place on the top of this mountain, and she is also overlooking this thousand-year-old ancient city. Can she also become the one who determines the fate of this Christ-world capital?

Ruosha could feel the officers around her looking at her with almost fanatical eyes, because if this battle was won, the Kingdom of Naples would not only usher in the honor of winning a war, but in the glory of conquering Rome.

Since ancient times, countless monarchs have entered Rome as a victorious figure and passed through the huge and magnificent Arc de Triomphe. Now this opportunity has also appeared before them, which has made the officers anxious because of excitement.

"Go and tell everyone that we have a long time to go through today," Ruosha said to the messenger next to her as if casual. Seeing the messenger was a little stunned, she showed an angel-like smile. "Just say that, tell them that I will watch on the mountain and wait for them to present Caesar's military flag to me."

The commander immediately jumped onto the war horse and ran away, while Ruosha simply walked to a few steps away and sat down in front of a large chair that had been prepared.

"Your Majesty, aren't you nervous?"

The maid servant, who was already pale, asked uneasily. Although he was enjoying enviable favors and privileges as a confidant around the queen, and because he was trusted, he knew the special relationship between the queen and her brother that was absolutely not known to outsiders, the maid servant never thought that he would have to experience the great excitement that other female officials in the palace would never experience - to walk onto the battlefield.

This made the waitress's face turn blue because of nervousness and fear. Her body trembled, and her sweat was already wet with her tightly wrapped dress. Especially when she smelled the burnt smell of the soldiers ignited in order to eliminate the weeds that affected their vision in front of her, she was so nervous that she was about to faint.

This made her no longer feel like enjoying the vanity of the attention of the attention even though she saw countless eyes secretly glance at her along the way.

"Of course I'm nervous. You have to know that I have brought out almost half of the army of the Kingdom of Naples and Taranto. If I fail, even if I escape back to Naples, I will not only beware of Caesar's revenge, but also beware of the reinvasion from Sicily."

A smile that seemed to be there was nothing but nothing, and it didn't seem to be talking about the prospect that she was not so wonderful.

"But as long as you can stand here, it's all worth it for me."

As he said that, Ruosha looked around: "My brother used to look at the city below here, and then he spent several years conquering Rome. Now I have to do this, and then use this city to prove the glory of my brother's family and my family, and our descendants will surely be the best."

A strange look appeared on the face of the waitress. She would never forget the accident, horror, incredible but faintly mixed with some indescribable and exciting complex mood when she broke through the affair between the brother and sister. Now Ruosha proves how special and strange passion her relationship with him is in a way that makes her not know how to describe it.

"Your Majesty, it seems that the front is moving!" A servant raised his head and shouted to Ruosha a little farther down. His hand was still blindly pointing to the foot of the mountain. With his shouting, Ruosha's eyes had already turned to the distant queue "Pope Army!"

The first Pope soldier to see the shadow of the Naples army was a veteran with a thick beard on his face. As a vanguard, he seemed very careful. As soon as he saw the neat lines under the hillside far ahead, the veteran instinctively bent down, and then slowly stood up and looked forward.

Then he found that the Naples looked a little strange.

In addition to the several troops in the middle of the formation, some of the Naples did not form deep and deep square formations as they had seen in the battles he had participated in before, but extended from left to right like a belt, which made the Naples look quite thin even from a distance.

Just when the veteran was surprised by the enemy opposite, the army behind him was slowly approaching.

Guided by the flags of Pope Alexander VI, the Pope's army stepped on the soft land and made a dull sound under its feet, approaching the Naples army.

Caesar rode on a magnificent black war horse, the brand new saddle exuded the smell of leather, and the silver adornment on the horse was shining in the sun.

Caesar used to caressing his beloved armor-breaking sword. His love sword was ruthlessly deprived when he was imprisoned by Alexander. Caesar regarded this as the most terrible humiliation to him.

Even though Alexander VI later gave him a golden sword, Caesar still wore this weapon that was of extraordinary significance to him, because whenever he saw this sword, someone seemed to remind him of the great shame that he would never forget for life not long ago.

The strange formation of the Naples army opposite aroused Caesar's vigilance. Although he wanted to rush towards the enemy immediately, several setbacks had made him no longer so frivolous and reckless.

The Kumbrey family seemed to be his nemesis.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, his experience has made Caesar instinctively keep enough vigilance against all people and things related to Alexander.

The woman opposite was Alexander's sister, and this was enough to make Caesar much more careful. Moreover, as far as he knew, this young woman was indeed not simple. At least the current Kingdom of Naples surrendered to her.

However, perhaps the woman did have a proud skill in the court, but on the battlefield, Caesar believed that when he had 4,000 people and the other side had less than 3,000 people, victory would eventually belong to him.

"As the power given to the Pope by God, our weapons are the blades of the Vatican to defend the holy land, so you are all warriors who have been given a mission, which will give you enough courage and luck," Caesar shouted loudly in front of the formation, "And I give you a generous reward, but none of them are the most important. If you win this war, I will give you more rewards, you can freely control all the spoils you gain, and the gold in the Vatican vault can make each of you rich."

Caesar's words made the soldiers' breathing rapid, and many people's eyes that were originally indifferent were hot. These mercenaries who were professions of murder seemed to smell the blood and smell the smell of gold. They believed that Caesar's promise was true, because anyone knew that the consequences of deceiving mercenaries were likely to be more serious than a defeat.

Now, their chance to get rich is on the other side. As long as they rush through the short distance of more than 100 magic codes, and then stab the sharp blade in their hands constantly or cut into the enemy's body, they can get a large reward that they may not receive in the future.

There are really few opportunities like this, and all they have to do is to rush to the enemy bravely and fearlessly after hearing the order.

A sharp trumpet sound was blowing at this moment, and then waves of trumpet sounded in the Pope's army.

"It's time to work." The bearded veteran twisted his body and spitted into his palms, clenching the handle of the heavy sword.

This heavy weapon, which was very popular in the early years, is not so common now, but it is still popular for people to use it, especially after improving the tip of the sword, which makes the penetration more terrible than before, and has become more terrible. This two-handed sword has become a handy weapon that many veterans like.

"Aren't you coming with us?" A slightly younger soldier spitted into his hands like a veteran, and then grabbed the raised swaying spear and walked towards the team that began to form a dense formation, while looking back.

"I won't go, this is your young people's business, I'll just be with those guys who like to sneak up on it."

After speaking, the veteran laughed wildly. He knew that the soldier didn't know what would happen next. Obviously, although the formation of the Naples opposite looked strange, it seemed that as long as he rushed to the loose front, the veteran would be broken into pieces, but years of experience made the veteran feel that things didn't seem so simple.

The young soldier glanced at the veteran and knew that the sneaky guys the veteran said were all old men like this. These people always wandered around the battlefield. Once they saw the opportunity, they would pounce on them like hungry wolf and tear them to pieces. These guerrilla soldiers in all the troops were experienced soldiers. They could always find loopholes that ordinary people could not find on the ever-changing battlefield.

But he didn't care about speaking, and the spearmen arranged in four rows had already begun to advance with the sound of the horns.

"I'm leaving, be careful!" Although it was not his own son, when his wife told him to take good care of him before leaving the house, the veteran shouted to his stepson.

"I will come home with the trophy I can't take!"

The young soldier shouted to his stepfather's back, then walked a few steps to catch up with the team ahead.

The Pope's army began to approach the Naples.

Caesar found a slightly higher place to observe. When he finally saw the entire formation of the Naples, the doubts in his heart became even stronger.

Caesar could clearly see that the formation of the Naples was a bit strange, and it could not even make sense.

The entire Naples army was lined up in a narrow formation on the slopes of Mount Rocadipas, but they were not completely parallel, but arranged obliquely in a manner with the right wing in front and the left wing in the back.

Caesar clearly saw that in the right wing of the Naples army protruding down the hillside, several heavy troops formed a seemingly decent heavy army group gathered there. Their front was also very long, but compared to the hillside, only a few rows of depth, it was almost completely pulled into a three-row line.

Behind the soldiers lined up, he vaguely saw some tightly-looking carriages. Although he didn't know what it was, he still reminded the officers on the front line to pay attention to the strange vehicles.

The Naples seemed to be moving as well. Their formation gradually moved from left to right toward the bottom of the mountain. Some spearmen had already arrived in the middle of the right-wing formation, and then formed quite conspicuous spear formations in the middle of the teams that seemed to be composed of short spears or sword-wielding soldiers.

It was obvious that the Naples tried to use this reinforced right wing to block the Pope's attack.

However, even so, Caesar believed that with his own extra force of nearly one-third of the enemy, he was enough to destroy the enemy on the other side.

Once the left wing, which will first be hit, collapses, then there is no need to care about the relatively weak right wing.

"That woman can't fight," Caesar shook his head slightly. He took a special attention to the left wing on the enemy's hillside. After confirming that the Naples did not seem to have many cavalry, he issued an order to the messenger beside him. "Tell those guerrillas that if they want to get enough rewards, it is best to move closer to the left side of the Naples immediately after I launch the attack, and tell them that the front line there will soon be loopholes."

After saying that, Caesar turned around and looked in front of the formation. Looking at the Popes who were almost approaching the center line between the two sides, he took a deep breath of the air mixed with the smell of earth and grass ashes, and then nodded to the horn soldier next to him.

The trumpeter bulged his cheeks and took a breath, then raised his horn and blew the trumpet to move forward.

"here we go."

A big soldier standing in the spear team muttered, then he shook the jingling fragments hanging on his body, grabbed the spear that poked on the ground and began to take steps with the team.

Beside him, the young soldier also raised his spear as he was imitating him. Because the spearhead of the spear in his hand hit the helmet of the man in front of him, it made a muffled "bang" sound, which immediately caused the man in front of him to curse.

"Don't be too anxious. If you are so nervous now, you will be so tired that you can't kill anyone when you get to the place," the big man said, and then laughed loudly.

Ruosha sat in the chair with her elbow on the armrest of the chair and held her cheek. Her body leaned slightly to the side. Although her body was wrapped in a cloak, the graceful curve could still be seen from the silhouette.

This made the officer who had just come to prepare for the report a little lost, but he soon woke up with the warning of the female servant's stern eyes.

"Your Majesty, Caesar's army is approaching our right wing."

The officer's voice seemed to wake Ruosha up. She turned her head slightly and looked at him, then lit the lips with her hand wearing gloves that were long with elbows, and then gave an order calmly: "Go down and wait for an opportunity to fire."

"As for your order!" the officer responded loudly and turned around and ran away.

Looking at his back, Ruosha shook her head interestingly, and then she suddenly whispered to the waitress standing aside: "Dear lady, do you know why I love my brother so much?"

The female servant had an unexpected look on her face. She wanted to ask why but she didn't dare to speak. She could only look at the queen with a look of at a loss.

"Because only my brother understands me the best in this world," Ruosha slowly stood up from the chair, "just as if only I understand him the best."

The Pope's army is approaching.

Looking at the figures, figures, and finally the faces that could be seen almost clearly, the Naples army was shrouded in a strong atmosphere of tension, especially looking at the pope flag opposite, some soldiers couldn't help but start to make crosses on their chests.

What surprised them was that the soldiers in the army wearing short armor and holding muskets in their hands did not care so much. When they heard a sharp whistle, the troops called grenadiers raised the muskets in their hands one after another. The officers standing next to the team had already raised the swords in their hands. He looked at the team and looked at the entire row of dense barrels like a forest. The officers smiled strangely.

Then his arm suddenly swung, and the long sword slashed through the air and brought out a burst of wind that could not be heard.

Because as the sword light flashed, a roar of shock had suppressed all the sounds and echoed through the sky on the slopes of Mount Rocadipas.

The First Grenadier Company of Naples started the Battle of Mount Rocadipas!

Rows of bullets instantly crossed the distance of less than a few dozen magic codes, and accompanied by a large whistle sound, the projectiles flying everywhere mercilessly broke into the front row of the Popes.

The screams also sounded at this time.

Most of the shouting were in the front row, some were in the queue. Some people with bad luck were hit even in the middle of dense formations, and some even had stray bullets flying from armor that cost their lives.

The big man was such a bad guy before. When he skillfully raised his spear and prepared to launch a spear push battle with the enemy as he used to compete for endurance and courage, a young soldier who was flying from the side quickly drew a spark on his helmet and shot directly into the big man's cheek.

In an instant, scarlet blood spurted out from his face, which seemed to have opened another mouth, and flew out from the other side with a broken tooth and a few torn gums. The big man's entire face was completely pulled in half!

The young soldier shouted in horror, but no one noticed his appearance, because before the team could show chaos due to the sudden blow, the second row of bullets had already flown towards him with gunfire and drifting smoke.

"Grenadier ~ Shoot!"

"Grenadier ~ Shoot!"

Screaming roars were heard one after another on the position, accompanied by the roars, and the sound of deafening gunshots resounding across the hillside. The pungent smell of gunpowder and the splashing Mars were everywhere in the team. Some soldiers couldn't help but scream in pain because they were splashed by gunpowder.

But even so, under the command of the officer, they still loaded and compacted it in an almost mechanical manner, used an iron buckle plate to knock the iron under the iron, and then raised the musket!

"Grenadier ~ Shoot!"

The sound echoed constantly, from the hillside to the bottom of the hillside, and as the rain-like projectiles shot towards the enemy opposite, the shout became a nightmare for the Pope's army.

On the mountain, watching the battle that had begun, Ruosha frowned slightly.

"That Caesar," she slowly took off her gloves, unbuttoned her cloak, revealing the shiny and gorgeous armor inside. "I want him to stay."
Chapter completed!