Montina, Florence!

On the land of Romagna, a war between the total strength of both sides reached nearly 70,000.

Machiafli stood on the city wall and looked at the whole group of Frenchmen in the distance. Not far away, there was a muzzle of a small-caliber artillery emitting blue smoke. Similarly, a cloud of smoke was rising from the ground in the distance. Accompanied by the smoke, there were several French soldiers running towards the distance in panic.

Machiafli heard a burst of ridicule coming from all around him. He looked at the soldiers who were laughing wildly and found that many of them were the previous Florence City Defense Forces and civilian forces.

Now, not only many of these soldiers who had just thrown away their weapons and fled home because of fear, not only have many returned, but they have also brought their own relatives and friends.

This change was of course because the actions of the Chamber of Commerce's escort team were greatly unexpected, and the other was that those Chamber of Commerce were willing to spend a lot of money.

As the leader of the 11 largest chambers of commerce in Florence, the feat of the Wool Fabric Chamber of Commerce spent 20,000 Florin at once was shocking, and the lawyers' chamber of commerce, which was unwilling to be willing to give up 14,000 Ducart's action was also inspiring. Then the Copper Chamber of Commerce, the City Construction Chamber of Commerce, the Shipping Chamber of Commerce and other large and small chambers of commerce donated generously really touched or scared the Florentines.

They can't remember when the last time these chambers of commerce were so enthusiastic, but they can be sure that no matter how handsome they were before, these chambers of commerce are absolutely not as generous as they are now.

Although it really hurt the big men of the chamber of commerce to take out so much money at once, Machiafli knew that these people were actually willing to pay the money.

The benefits that trade alliances can bring to them are so great that even in the face of the French, those merchants cannot withstand the temptation of the huge profit.

And these merchants were willing to spend so much money, of course, not just to be able to defend Florence. These people have obviously decided to take a gamble on Machiavelli, or Alexander behind him.

Defeating France may sound unrealistic, but what kind of reward can it bring to them if it succeeds?

This makes businessmen so excited that they can't sleep as long as they think about it.

Investment is risky, so be cautious when paying for money.

But if this investment can bring dozens or even hundreds of times the profit, then what is the risk?!

The large amount of money was exchanged for the Florentines began to join the city guarding ranks crazily, and monthly salary and other things were no longer rare. The appearance of Zhoujie and even Japanese combined with the same-soldiers made Machiafli feel shocked.

The Chamber of Commerce Guards, who received more rewards, used their artillery and swords to let the newly joined city defense forces know that even the French might be beaten to the point of being beaten to the point of being truly powerful.

Louis de Bourbon's French army's attack on Florence was actually much smoother than Charlene's attack on Montina.

On July 9, the French army broke through the walls outside the city of Florence, but when the French army rushed in and tried to take down the city in one fell swoop, they were subjected to fierce counterattacks from the city.

Florence's rugged and narrow streets and alleys became barriers for defenders, and what the French did not expect was that the Florentines seemed to have guessed that the city wall could not resist their attack, so they had already blocked the streets and alleys leading to the city gate in advance in many places near the city gate with stones, vehicles, roadside stalls, and even furniture that were temporarily forced out from nearby homes.

At the same time, there were surprisingly many crossbows and muskets used by the Florentines to conduct close-range attacks. For a time, the square near the city gate was bleeding, and the French army suffered heavy losses.

The entire battle process is actually not very long, but even those veterans who have seen big scenes cannot help but admit that it was this short period of street fighting that has exceeded many people's imagination.

The French soldiers never expected that they would encounter such a tenacious and cruel and terrifying street bloody battle in Florence.

The Florentines used crossbow arrows that could penetrate armor and stray bullets flying everywhere to force the French army to withdraw from the city gate after dropping a group of casualties. In the retreat, they had to endure the rain of bullets and arrows tilted down from the city wall above their heads, which made the French soldiers even suspect that it was completely a conspiracy of the Florentines.

When the French retreated completely outside the city, countless people rushed out of the windows of street alleys and street houses. With the loud shouts of the officers, they began to quickly block the city gate with bricks and stones of all sizes. Soon, a thick pile of stones was piled up from the gate hole, and the city gate in Florence was completely blocked.

Only Machiafli knew that all this was just the result of the hasty preparations of the Chamber of Commerce's escorts after taking over the city defense force. If the escorts had not shocked the French army with a shell before the battle began, making their actions slower due to caution. Perhaps before setting up a defense line near the city gate, the French army had already broken through the city gate and attacked the city.

But no matter what, now standing on the city wall and watching the French army that had been re-scheduled almost overnight due to frustration, Machiafli couldn't help but feel so energetic that he wanted to write a poem.

"The fruit of victory is so sweet that I can't help but want to regard her as a forbidden body..."

Just as Machiafli was considering which rhyme to use was more suitable, an officer from the City Defense Force shouted in a low voice: "The French are here."

Machiafli immediately looked into the distance, and he noticed that the French army was slowly moving forward in a slightly loose square formation, but what attracted his attention was the two teams behind the square formation that seemed to be sneaky.

Out of suspicion, Machiafli pointed to the French military formation and asked, "What is that?"

His words attracted people's attention, and soon someone gradually saw through the flashing gaps of people and guessed what the few black things that those people were pushing.

"It's the cannon! The French cannon!"

The screams of shock sounded on the city head in an instant. Some city defense forces wanted to escape from the city wall in fear, but were blocked by the guards behind who had already blocked their way. At the same time, Machiafli, whose face was a little pale, looked at the black things in shock and looked at the leaders of the guards with a nervous expression.

Machiafli knew that the leaders of these chamber of commerce guards were actually Roman Thesia officers. But now looking at the cannons, he suddenly remembered that he was actually just a diplomat rather than a general, which made him feel a little uneasy.

But at this time, he could only stand there with a pale face and look at the terrible weapons under the city. He knew that if he became panicked first, then it might be a disaster.

At this moment, Machiafli suddenly remembered a description of the Duke of Roman Thesia in his unfinished book: "The reason why the great monarchs can succeed is God's preference for them, and more importantly, their tenacious character in adversity. It is hard to imagine that a monarch who has been immersed in the gangs of noble ladies all year round can have such courage, but we must admit that there are always some people who are unique."

When he wrote this passage, Machiafli was running weak in his legs for how to get the 100-man parliamentary group to pass the Duke of Estreth's rule over Florence as soon as possible. At that time, he even thought secretly that the Duke's affair caused more trouble than their enemies.

Now, looking at the French cannon, Machiavelli felt his heartbeat and nervousness, and could not help but feel truly admired that the Duke could "drunk in the palace ladies' skirts" for so long.

"Sir, we can deal with them," said an escort officer to Machiafli and drew his sword and swung it down in the air and whistled "Prepare!"

The soldiers began to enter their respective positions one after another. From time to time, people made a rustling sound because they stepped on the loose bricks and stones, which made Machiafli even more worried. However, at this time, he could only calm himself down and then secretly looked at the cannons with concern.

"They can make about 6,000 yards," an officer muttered himself for a while before saying to his companion next to him.

"I bet it should be further away. Look at the caliber of the cannon, and then calculate the amount of it filled. A shell is 20 off, and the amount of medicine for every 2 and a half off is calculated..."

"That's impossible. You have to know that we don't have such good cannons. Even if you calculate the 2 and a half corners of the medicine, we actually know that the cannon cannot fully exert that power. I can bet on you."

"Okay, let's bet."

The two officers took out a small purse from their pockets and handed it to Machiafli, who was standing aside and still had a pale face. Looking at the pattern on it, Machiafli knew that it should be the salary that the Chamber of Commerce had just given them not long ago.

"Sir, please give me a certificate."

Machiafley took the wallet a little confused. Although he was really looking forward to the officer who said 6,000 yards to win, looking at the distance between the French artillery and him, he found that no matter who won the bet, he seemed to be very dangerous.

A muffled sound came from outside the city, and then a black shadow swept quickly!

Machiafli bent down instinctively, but he saw the two officers staring straight at the direction where the shells were shot.

As the whistling sound passed through the air not far away, before they could turn around, a huge sound had already sounded in the city behind them.

"Ha, I won!" An officer shouted happily, and took two purses from the dazed Machiafli without hesitation. When he saw the sluggish expression of the commander, the officer comforted him, "Please rest assured, sir, even if the French break through the city wall, we don't have to worry. General Gompatti taught us how he guarded Pisa at the beginning. By the way, he also said that you were there at that time."

When Machia Flee, who was already frightened, was almost frightened to death when he heard the officer's words.

Louis de Bourbon walked back and forth anxiously. He stopped from time to time to look at the artillery position, and then walked back and forth again.

Although it was only the next day, it was enough to annoy and restless the Duke of Bourbon.

Thinking that he solemnly asked the clerk to record the day he captured Florence, the Duke of Bourbon felt that he would be ridiculed by the king's favorites this time.

Another reason why he was anxious was that the king actually sent someone to ask him about the situation of the battle overnight.

The Duke of Bourbon realized that the situation on Louis XII might not be smooth, and he was very clear about the king's desire to take down Florence.

The Duke of Bourbon had to conquer Florence as soon as possible.

The power of the French artillery obviously scared many people. The embarrassment of the Florence City Defense Forces made Machiafli feel annoyed, but he looked at the shaking city walls that the French began to attack next, and he was secretly worried.

The Duke of Bourbon obviously noticed the already precarious wall. He immediately ordered several artillery fire at the same time at the same time on the wall that seemed to collapse at any time. For a moment, gravel on the wall splashed and gunpowder filled the sky.

"I can't hold on, I really can't hold on this time." A city defense officer shouted. He suddenly took out the salary he had received from his pocket and threw it on the ground. At the same time, he kept shouting, "I quit, I didn't expect this to be like this!"

"Oh, are you quit?" One officer grabbed the purse on the ground and grabbed the Florentine's collar with his other hand and pulled him in front of him. "You should have thought of it before you get the money."

As he said that, the officer stuffed a sword upside down and a purse into the man's hand: "Either let the French kill, or let me kill now, you choose it yourself."

The Florentine stretched out his hand tremblingly. He saw the guards staring at him with murderous aura all around him. Amid the rumbling cannons and the constant vibrations from his feet, he shouted in despair, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and waved it at the Frenchman under the city.

With a loud "boom~", everyone felt a huge force throwing themselves to the ground. The smoke and dust filled the sky smashed down, and the gravel scratched people's heads and hands. Just when everyone was covered in dust and didn't understand what was going on, there was a cheer outside the city.

A large downward collapsed gap appeared outwards of the city wall, and the base corner of the gap directly connected to the ground at the edge of the city wall, forming a large crack.

"Has the city wall been broken?" Machiafli, who had climbed up, looked at the huge gap in shock. Although the city wall had been completely collapsed, everyone knew that it was only a matter of time.

"It seems like you have to work." The officer who won the bet before pulled out the sword poked aside and weighed it in his hand, then took out a purse and threw it to his companion. "At least you have to leave yourself a ransom."

"I won't be a prisoner, I will run away if necessary," another officer turned back to Machiafli and said, "Sir, have you figured out what to do if the French come?"

Machiafli shook his head blankly. He wanted to say something, but because of the shock from the shelling before, his whole body was still trembling and unable to make any sound.

"I think you can say you're forced," the officer laughed badly, "but I don't think Louis will believe it."

Just as Machiafli's face turned pale, the two officers were already rushing towards the crumbling wall with their guards.

At the same time, the French army also rushed towards the gap with the rain of arrows and bullets shot from the city.

A cruel battle begins!
Chapter completed!