Caesar looked at the battlefield in the distance with a gloomy face. The terrain where he stood was very good. He could clearly see all the battles that were taking place on the battlefield, and also clearly see the changes since the war began.

When the Naples musketeers on the opposite side began shooting, Caesar's thoughts were the same as his French friend. He believed that the Naples' premature shooting not only lost the opportunity to master the subsequent changes in the battle, but also proved the calmness and calmness that the Naples should have when facing a strong enemy.

It is impossible for a truly courageous and experienced soldier to act rashly on the battlefield.

This is even more true for the same army. Those troops that cannot calm down too much because of the enemy's actions or even the temptation of the enemy's actions are often equivalent to giving up the initiative to the enemy.

So when Caesar saw the Naples open fire, he not only wasn't nervous but was relieved at that moment.

But what happened later made Caesar realize that he was a so-called experience, but it never worked again from this time.

Caesar would not know that in his opinion, the Naples grenadiers, who were completely blind, did everything they did, but they were stubborn and rigidly followed the new combat principle of "acting first, setting up formations first, and firing first" that they could mechanically use from the training ground to the current enemy.

Even when rows of bullets were shot at the opposite Pope army in succession with several rows of bullets that seemed to be near but undoubtedly exerted the power of almost all firearms because of the wide front of the rows, Caesar immediately saw that the formation at the front of his army seemed to be chiseled with hammers in the queue.

The color of these gaps was terrifyingly bright red, and with the musket firings on the Naples positions one after another, these gaps became larger and larger in the Pope's army, and the formation of the Pope's advance gradually slowed down due to the terrible blows of these rounds.

"That woman has a very powerful army."

Caesar looked at the grenadier formation opposite, and he noticed that the formation of the army was much neat than the other troops, and their dark yellow uniforms and obviously crafted breastplate also looked quite familiar. Looking at the uniform movements of the army, Caesar suddenly realized that he seemed to have seen this command and grasp of the army that he had always envied in Alexander's army.

At this moment, Caesar's thought of "Gmbrey in the Naples army" flashed through his mind, but he immediately overturned the idea, because according to his father, Alexander should be in Iberia at this time. Although no one knows what he is going to do, Caesar declared war on Romanesia at this time because he thought it was a rare opportunity.

There were a wave of messy or gunshots sounded. This time the gunshots were obviously much thinner than the thunderous sounds that seemed to be just now, but they were much closer.

The pope's musketeers began to fight back.

Although the losses were heavy, the battle formations between the two sides were already very close at this time. The spearmen in the front had already begun to tilt the spear forward. At the same time, the people behind were used to blocking the shields above the spearmen's head. However, this time the arrow rain did not come from the top of the head, but a large whistling projectile flew towards us.

With the counterattack of the Pope, casualties began to occur in the Naples army. From time to time, spearmen and soldiers wearing typical Taranto's dark short vests fell from the position, and the Naples musketeers also began to retreat with waves of whistle.

"Sir, the Naples are retreating." An officer shouted excitedly, and he jumped onto a broken tree stump and blocked his hand in front of him and watched carefully. Then he shouted again. "Our people have rushed forward, and the Naples are running back like rabbits."

A hint of joy that Caesar had just climbed up to his heart, but then he was shrouded in uneasiness.

He noticed that the formation of the Naples army was not chaotic, and the retreat of the long front line formed by horizontal lines was not chaotic. In some places, because of the retreat of the musketeers and the spearmen holding on the spot, the entire Naples front was seemingly inadvertently turning into a huge W-shaped shape. In order to surround the phalanx of the spearmen protruding from both sides, the Popes were involuntarily rushing towards the recessed parts on both sides of the huge W.

Caesar's uneasiness became stronger and stronger. Although he knew that as long as he broke through the spear formation that was prominent outside the front, he could completely cut off the Naples army, but for some reason he always felt that the current situation was indescribable danger.

Caesar opened his mouth, and he wanted to order the troops to stop immediately and continue to advance, but looking at the enemy phalanx that was almost completely surrounded by an isolated island that would be flooded at any time, his hand that was slightly raised could not help but stagnate.

"Sir, do you have any instructions?" An officer beside him asked in a low voice.

Caesar shook his head speechlessly, and he was annoyed by his hesitation. When he didn't know what kind of judgment he should make, he instinctively grabbed the hilt of the armor-breaking sword at his waist.

The moment he touched the cold sword hilt, a trace of inspiration flashed across Caesar's heart!

He suddenly took a few steps forward and looked carefully at the positions of both sides ahead.

On the battlefield, the Pope was recklessly launching a fierce charge towards the spear formation that was almost surrounded from both sides.

In order to cut off the retreat of this enemy force, more and more pope troops tried to rush to the deeper side of the enemy's phalanx.

And just in front of them, the Nanapolis had formed a w-shaped concave at the rear of the bottom, and Caesar vaguely saw the tightly sturdy carriages just behind the concave corner of the enemy formation.

In an instant, a nightmare memory broke into Caesar's mind!

He remembered the horrific experience outside Rome. The scene where he thought he was sitting on Alexander, but in fact he had a terrible weapon like a demon in hell. In an instant, the pores all over Caesar's body suddenly rose, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat!

"Retreat! Order the troops to retreat!"

Caesar roared hysterically at the horn soldier beside him. His voice changed due to fear, and his face was twisted as if he had seen a ghost!

The trumpet soldier was frightened by Caesar's appearance. He raised his trumpet and placed it beside his mouth, but only blew a long sound that was indescribable. At the same time, his eyes were always staring at Caesar, because he didn't know what to do, so he could only keep puffing up his cheeks but couldn't find the tune at all.

"I'll let you blow the trumpet and let them return!"

Caesar held the hilt tightly and rushed towards the trumpeter. His eyes were flashing fiercely. No one suspected that he would stab the trumpeter to death with one sword next, which immediately surrounded the officers around him and blocked him from the terrible actions he was going to do.

Fortunately, the trumpeter finally understood this slight obstacle. He immediately puffed up his cheeks and blew a long retreat signal.

The sound of the horn quickly spreads to the distance.

"grown ups?"

Several officers looked at Caesar in surprise, for some reason why Caesar ordered the army to stop advancing when victory was about to be won.

With this horn, the signal trumpeter distributed behind the position also raised the horn and prepared to blow it in confusion.

Caesar looked towards the front line and saw that the Pope was still advancing, but the sound of retreat had already been heard, and he let out a long breath.

But then his face, which had been trembling muscles that had just been shaking after extreme tension, suddenly solidified!

Caesar's eyes showed a look of fear. At that moment, his desperate look made the officers who were watching him turn their heads involuntarily, trying to see what he saw.

The baffles of several carriages parked behind the positions had fallen at this time, and the blurry shadows exposed from the carriage were not clearly seen because they were too far away.

But for some reason, perhaps because of the years of familiarity with danger on the battlefield, the officers still felt a chill coming from the bottom of their hearts at this moment.

Then, they saw a terrible scene that they had never seen in their lives.

A living hell appeared before their eyes, the stinking smell of sulfur, the boiling flames, the thick smoke and the loud noises like thunder.

At this moment, someone thought of the description of hell in Dante's Divine Works.

But the hell in the Divine Comedy only comes from Dante's pen, and what appears in front of them is a real hell!

The Pope soldiers who rushed in the front had no idea what they were hit. Many people had not even had time to react and were torn into pieces by the oncoming rain of bullets like a storm. Large pieces of blood and the internal organs of various colors squeezed out from their bodies that were torn apart by the projectiles were mixed together and flew everywhere.

Several soldiers who had their legs broken by bullets were even killed by the ground, not even the pain and excessive blood loss, but were suffocated to death by the bodies that kept falling down and pressing against them.

The terrifying weapons on the carriage were rotating monotonically as the operator's pulling machine spring turned, rows of muskets rolled down like a windmill after firing. Next, the new row of muskets had been rolled upwards. With the sound of "kick" machine gears biting, the cold and terrifying weapons kept repeating the same action, until the batch of flints that were finally inlaid into the wooden grooves were all hit, and a choking smell came out.

At this time, the carriage was completely surrounded by gunpowder, so in the distance, only a few large smoke balls rolled upwards on the hillside. The gunshots like thunder in hell have finally subsided. The only thing left was the shrill screams that gradually sounded.

On the slopes of Mount Rocadipas are a few flesh-and-blood quagmires where people are hard to tell, people are not distinguished, or even people are not sure what is mixed together.

Caesar looked ahead blankly. He knew that he had guessed correctly and he did make the right choice, but it was so short a moment later!

And the price of this short moment of delay was that the Pope army paid nearly a hundred lives in this moment.

"Retreat." Caesar finally spoke. His slightly pale face had no expression on his face, and his eyes were just staring at the scarlet "quagmire" on the distant position that was almost collapsed.

"Sir, are we going to retreat?" an officer asked in a low voice. Caesar's appearance seemed worrying, and the order he issued at this time also made the officers uneasy. The officer mustered up the courage to say, "But the retreating Naples may start pursuing, and our army may collapse."

"No, they won't chase us," Caesar looked further up the hillside, looking at the direction of the Naples camp, his mouth trembled, but unexpectedly showed a reluctant smile. "I know what that woman is going to do, she will not be satisfied and defeat me."

The officers looked at each other worriedly. Although they were worried, they had to order the Popes to retreat after Caesar's urging.

To these officers' surprise, the Naples army did not pursue it.

On Mount Rocadipas, Ruosha was fiddling with her gloves in her hand, looking at the Pope Army who was gradually retreating below, and a look of regret appeared on her face.

"I didn't expect Caesar to become smart this time," she shook her head helplessly, and then looked at the carriages with some regrets. "It will be not so easy to lure him into the bait next time."

A burst of rapid footsteps came, and Ruosha could guess who the person was without even turning back.

"Your Majesty, why don't we continue to pursue the pursuit?"

A voice that was angry and even rude came from behind. Ruosha slowly turned around and looked at Elliot, the son of Earl of Hosen, who was waiting for her answer angrily.

"If we launch an attack at this time, the Popes may collapse completely, and we may even have a chance to catch Caesar," Elliot said dissatisfiedly. "But you actually ordered a ban on pursuit. Why is that?"

"Why?" Ruosha looked back at the Pope's army that had retreated to the hillside and was slowly gathering on the distant plain. Then she turned back to look at Elliot. "So what do you think after you defeat the Pope's army? "

Elliot was stunned for a moment, and then his face gradually became strange.

"You don't know what to do, right?" Ruosha showed a playful smile. "Because you don't know how to deal with the Pope. Do you want to abolish him and re-establish a new Pope? If that happens, I think maybe your father, Earl Hosen, will declare you heretic earlier than anyone else."

Elliot listened to Ruosha's sarcasm silently, but this time he was neither angry nor retorted, because he found that he had done something extremely stupid just now.

The anti-Falun Holy Alliance was established to compete with the ambitious King Louis XII of the Dharma. No matter how Caesar used the identity of the Pope's son to provoke the stand-up in order to realize his own ambitions, the enemy of the Holy Alliance would not be the Pope.

But if Caesar is completely defeated now, then the Holy Alliance will face a very subtle and even somewhat embarrassing situation, that is, how to deal with Alexander VI, who supports Caesar behind it?

Is it really like Ruosha said to abolish the Pope?

Just think about it and know that this is impossible.

After all, the so-called coexistence of the three popes created by the French was something the Vatican would never want to see again.

But if Alexander VI is still allowed to sit on that throne, it is equivalent to admitting that his support for Louis XII is correct, and the existence of the Divine Alliance becomes meaningless and even at the risk of falling apart in an instant.

"But we will let Caesar go back and reorganize his army, knowing that we don't have that much food for us to continue to consume with him calmly."

Elliot was angry and whipped the thick weeds in front of him with the horse whip in his hand.

"No, we don't have to worry about this," Ruosha turned around and looked at the Popes under the hillside. "They will come to us by themselves, and I promise this time won't be long."

Elliot looked at Ruosha in confusion, and then he was surprised to find that although Ruosha's eyes were staring at the foot of the mountain, Elliot dared to bet that the expression on her face was completely different.

That was the expression when I seemed to think of something proud, or simply said it was a sweet thing.

At this moment, the regent Queen of Naples is more like a girl recalling a sweet past.

The first battle between the Pope and the Naples army suddenly ended.

Although he suffered major casualties, Caesar's risky move of retreating before the enemy won the respect and dependence of the soldiers.

But when he returned to the Vatican and walked into Alexander VI's room, the confident smile that had been hanging on Caesar's face disappeared instantly.

Looking at Nomelo, the father and private secretary, who were waiting for him, Caesar said something he would never say in front of others: "We may lose this war."

"How is that possible?" Alexander VI was unexpectedly not panicked. He just felt incredible about Caesar's judgment. "I know you were defeated, but this is nothing. We will soon have a new army. You did a good job. What Rusha Kosencha wanted was to force us to choose neutrality or support the Holy Alliance, and not to be directly enemies with the Vatican. Since this is the case, we are actually invincible, right?"

Alexander VI's words did not relieve Caesar. He began to tell the pope about everything he saw on the battlefield. When talking about the amazing new army of Naples and the terrible weapons that were simply creating a massacre, Caesar was envious and more afraid.

"I know now why that woman dared to send most of her army to Pisa, because as long as she had such a force was enough, and our current army could not fight them at all, so we had to build an army like the Naples to fight them."

"That's not easy, you know that it requires a lot of money," Alexander VI looked at Caesar's flashing eyes and lagged his forehead. He knew what Caesar was making, but he couldn't make up his mind for a moment. "No, no, that's too risky, you know that those Ladia gold coins are used as reserves and credits for issuing currency in the Holy See."

"We only need to use a small part of it, and we can have everything until we win the war, and this small part can allow us to win the war." Caesar said anxiously, "We must organize the army as soon as possible. Father, you know that if we cannot achieve enough results, even in front of Louis will lose value."

Caesar's words made Alexander VI's heart suddenly move. His eyes looked at Nomero, who had been silent on the side. But before the private secretary could speak, he waved his hand slightly and stopped him: "I already know what to do. Indeed, as long as we win the war, we can get everything."

Listening to the Pope's decision, Nomero's words were finally not said.

In early May 1501, the battle between Naples and the Popes on Mount Rocadipas outside Rome came to an end temporarily.

At the same time, in Pisa, the French army launched a fierce attack on Pisa City.
Chapter completed!