In Montina Castle, Barendi knelt in front of the altar and put his hands on his forehead. In front of her, the new Montina Priest Pastor Valvedora looked at the duchess with a smile.

"Madam, as far as I know, there is no thing that can make you so embarrassed, even if it is said to be the Duke..." The priest priest curled his lips, as if he was thinking about what kind of words to use to describe those people. Although he had never seen the Duke's lovers, the priest could roughly guess what amazing and unique women were all about using the Duchess in front of him as a reference. "To be honest, I have always been curious, because I can't imagine what kind of women can compare to you, smart, virtuous and loyal to the Duke. This should be the best wife a husband can find."

Listening to the pastor's compliment, Barenti raised her head and smiled bitterly. In fact, she was indeed so conceited in the past. Although she knew that her appearance could not have any advantage, she had enough confidence in her ability. He believed that no matter any man married her, he should be very satisfied with her at least in his career, but Barenti is not so sure now.

"I'm not good enough, so I'm going to do better." Barenti stood up and kissed the cross in the hand of Pastor Valvedora, and then asked the pastor to accompany her to walk slowly in the church. "Pastor if you see the Queen of Naples, you won't appreciate someone so easily, know that he is my husband's sister."

The pastor noticed that when talking about her husband, Barenti had an unconcealable pride in her tone, but when she mentioned that sister, she showed a rather strange expression in her expression, which seemed to be jealous and envious. In short, it gave the pastor a very strange feeling.

That is definitely not the expression a woman should have when she mentions her sister-in-law, but it is more like talking about a love rival.

This ridiculous thought flashed through the priest's mind, but then he began to seriously consider what Barenti had revealed to him before.

"Madam, have you really thought about it?" the pastor asked in a low voice. "You have done well so far. In fact, you surprised me. I think it was really a very correct decision for the Duke to decide that you would be the governor. Perhaps even the Duke himself would not do much better than you."

"I didn't realize you would be so complimenting," Barenti smiled. She said that she liked to talk to Pastor Valvedora because this pastor always relaxed people. In this regard, perhaps only Alexander could compare with it. "But I've decided, but I hope you can help me."

Pastor Valvedora pondered for a moment, knowing that the decision was not so easy to do, but at last he nodded: "Madam, if you stick to..."

"Yes, I insist." Barenti affirmed, "This is probably the first time I have done an impulse thing, so I hope you can be my partner, reminding and correcting my mistakes when necessary, when I may make mistakes."

Pastor Valvedora nodded with a serious expression. He knew that Barenti had made up his mind. Although he didn't know what would happen next, he was still very grateful for the Duchess' trust.

When Barenti returned to the Duke's Palace, Ofulei had been waiting for a long time. When he saw the Duchess walking into the room, Ofulei immediately handed over a very thick document in his hand.

"Madam, I need you to sign the name on this document that calls a batch of supplies, and I have to tell you, please forgive me for distributing these things before this."

Barenti, who was about to sign the signature, paused slightly with his pen hand, and then signed his name on the document.

"I said that people who know what to do to do their things, especially your captain, I am not that Lucrezia, and I will not do stupid things because of my willfulness, so you don't have to worry at all, because you are doing your duties."

Ofulei stood there and listened silently, and at the Duchess's spared no effort to sarcastically mock his rival, the marching captain wisely chose to remain silent, and at the same time he had to be secretly curious in his heart, not knowing how the Duke would deal with the mess in front of him in the future.

"Captain, I have another thing to tell you." Barendi pushed the document to Ofulei and said with a serious expression.

Seeing the Duchess's appearance, Ofulei suddenly jumped for no reason.

None of the Duke's women were a good-looking lamp, and any of them were Alexander's confidants knew this. So now seeing the Duchess's solemn appearance, Ofulei was not only thinking about what was going to happen again.

“Where is Gompatti now?”

Sure enough, Barenti's question made Ofulei's heart stumble again, and he vaguely guessed something.

"If nothing unexpected happened, Gompatti should have arrived in Florence by this time," Ofulei whispered. "Madam, you know that this operation is actually very dangerous. So far we have blocked almost all the French troops. This seems amazing, but you know that this is very bad for us."

Barenti nodded thoughtfully. She knew what Ofulei meant. The battle between the Romanesian army and the French army in the heart of Romagna was in an unexpected stalemate for a long time, which was greatly beyond the expectations of many people.

Before this, the Holy Alliance always believed that the Austrian army could truly compete with the French army. It was precisely because of this that although the alliance also sent its own troops separately, most of them deliberately or unintentionally delayed the march time. Their purpose was very clear, which was to wait until the Austrian army arrived before joining the battlefield.

Now the Romanesian army fought fiercely with the French army, which allowed all countries to truly see the strength of this emerging principality for the first time. Although people had known before that Romanesian was equally rich, when they found that this emerging country actually had the strength to compete with the French army, their attitude towards Romanesian became a bit subtle.

No one wants to see the rise of a powerful country. If the country is still its own neighbor, then maybe this is the beginning of a nightmare.

"Madam, are we really going to fight the French army head-on?" Ofulei finally asked this question that had been hidden in his heart.

Although both the war training orders left by Alexander and the current situation prove that the decisive battle with the French army seems to be an inevitable result, Ofulei still hopes to stop this chariot that could no longer be stopped at the last moment.

"Romathesia needs to prove its existence with a victory, so that our principality can gain a foothold. Otherwise, do you think Venice or the emperor will be willing to watch us rule this land?"

Looking at Ofulei who seemed to be trying to convince herself, Barendi couldn't help but remember the comments about the personalities of her and her generals whom Alexander was lying on the bed while intimate with her again.

Among them, the evaluation of Ofulei is: "He has a firm personality but cannot help but stick to the rules. He is a very good soldier and can become our right-hand man in the future, but he will always be just a soldier."

Barenti would remember so clearly, although it was because she had a good memory, but the bigger reason was because Alexander was harassed her while talking, which made her happy that her husband could hand over the entire principality to her so reassuringly, and inevitably felt aroused by the harassment she was subjected to.

But now thinking about it, Barenti cannot but admit that Alexander's evaluation is really sharp. At least Ofulei's military excellence showed is a verdict, compared with his political vision, the superiority is verified.

"We must let the French and everyone else understand that in this war we have not left any retreat for ourselves. Only in this way can they see our determination, and only in this way will Louis accept negotiations with us willingly," Barenti said seriously at Ofulei, "so the only thing we can do at this time is to show our strength with the greatest strength. Even if it may suffer heavy losses, only in this way can we create a favorable situation for the future of Roman Thesia."

Ofulei listened silently, and he knew that the Duchess's words were actually what the Duke himself meant, but in Ofulei's heart, he thought that if these words were spoken by Alexander, it might be more convincing.

"I have decided to send Pastor Valvedora to Pisa," Barenti thought for a moment, "a priest is much more convenient than an ordinary person, so if everything goes well, maybe we will soon see a battle related to the future fate of the Principality of Roman Thesia, and your duty is to ensure that we can win, at least to force the French king to make concessions to us."

Ofulei felt a little dry and hot in his throat. Although he knew that this day might come, he did not expect it to come so quickly, and it was when Alexander was not in China.

But now it is obviously too late to say anything else. Ofulei seemed to see the carriage that made him frightened and was rushing forward with an aura that no one could stop. In front of the carriage was a road with a bottomless abyss in the middle.

There are only two fates in the carriage. They either cross the abyss and embark on a smooth road, or fall down and fall to pieces.

"Madam, I know what to do."

Ofulei bowed to Barenti, and at this time he understood that it was no longer important whether the duke or duchess was in front of him, and the fate of all of them was closely linked to the couple.

"Hold on that Charon and don't give him a chance to escape," Barenti stood up and said seriously to Ofulei. "Let Montina be his nightmare, for this to allow you to use all means."

The shelling began. With a few whistles, the French army was moving forward and the shells were instantly pulled open by the flying shells. The spread of flesh and limbs splashed on the bodies of the people next to them, dyeing the moving figures a shocking scarlet blood.

Sharlun narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes staring closely at the shaking figures on the enemy's positions in the distance, watching them running back and forth along the trenches from here to there, and then a shell would fall into the French army soon. Sharlun felt that he was almost certain of his guess.

Sharmon was secretly surprised that the Romanesian army had such technology, but what made him even more uneasy was that the enemy's offensive seemed to have become fierce and proactive. Before that, the Romanesian army would only counterattack when attacked, but now they began to take the initiative to launch artillery attacks on the French army. Moreover, because they had more accurate shooting skills, their shells even directly threatened the French artillery positions several times.

Charlun had to order the artillery to move to safer areas, but the threat to Montina Castle was greatly reduced, which made him realize that perhaps this was the purpose of the Romanesians.

"Shoot at those trenches," Shahrren gave the order, and saw his subordinates showing a puzzled look, he pointed at the figures running back and forth in the trenches. "They are the eyes of Roman Thesian artillerymen. Only by turning them into blind and deaf people, can the enemy's artillery not threaten us."

Speaking of this, Charlem shook his head slightly. He had never seen Charlene Charlene, but he knew that this was a monarch and commander who gave many generals more outstanding vision. Perhaps Charlene Charlene was not very lucky, but this did not prevent him from being considered one of the most pioneering soldiers of this era.

However, compared with the bold Charles, Charleon believed that these Romans had a deeper understanding and superb skills in artillery. What is rare is that this army seemed to have turned this technology into a common sense in war.

Charlen began to feel that perhaps Louis XII had chosen the wrong opponent, and before he could face Maximian head-on, he was entangled with Alexander, which made Charlen start to worry about the result of Louis XII's expedition.

Sharlun's guess was correct. With a bombardment, the figures of the lookouts that were approaching the trench disappeared. Then Romanesian's artillery also fell silent. The French army was finally able to continue to advance, but Sharlun's heart was already covered with a shadow.

Eliminating some artillery lookouts did not make him feel relaxed, but Charlun was always confused about the unusually positive actions of the Roman Thesians.

He hoped that Louis XII could follow his advice. When he thought of the conspiracy of the Romantician army, Charlen felt that they had made a big mistake from the beginning.

"I hope everything is just me being too careful..."

"Sir, what did you say?" an officer next to him asked in confusion.

"Nothing," Shahron waved his hand as if he was about to shake off the gloom in his heart, and then issued an order "Continue the attack and let's see how long they can last."

Just as Charlen launched another fierce attack on Montina, the continued battle was also going on in Pisa.

Powellen was also surprised by the tenacious resistance shown by the Pisa, but what annoyed him was the situation facing both sides.

As Powellan knows, Pisa does not have many troops, and the soldiers in this city are probably the most incompetent. But what surprised him was that the enemy not only had very powerful firepower, but also had an unexpected spirit of resistance. The most important thing was that he seemed to underestimate the number of Pisa City Defense Forces.

This made Powellian feel very confused for a time. Even though he heard that Pisa was carrying out so-called wartime mobilization, he did not believe that a group of civilians could master combat skills so quickly, let alone the powerful French confrontation.

Until in a battle, his men captured a Swiss man.

It was only at this time that Powellen knew that his previous judgment was not wrong.

The Pisa race does not have a large number of troops, and the so-called wartime mobilization is obviously not to send the pampered Pisa citizens to the battlefield, but Pisa has these two things that can cause any enemy headaches.

Money and the port.

A large amount of money was enough to hire Swiss, who were very dedicated, who were expensive, and more importantly, relying on ports and sea routes to continuously pour into Pisa, including Genoa's exiled nobles, reinforcements from Naples and Taranto, and even a group of Catalan mercenaries who were not large but extremely fierce.

Such a seemingly miscellaneous army firmly guarded the city of Pisa under the command of an officer named Nicholas Macheney.

This surprised Powellen and became angry, especially the appearance of the Catalans made him a little worried.

He wrote to the king the unexpected situation. Although he did not directly point it out, he tactfully implied that the Catalans' joining may have some relationship with Ferdinand, King Aragon.

Then Powellen threw all his troops into the attack on Pisa City.

With a horse's neighing, Ruosha tightly held the reins.

Looking at the vanguard troops who were preparing to cross a stream ahead, Ruosha patted the mount that seemed to be anxious to cool down.

What surprised Ruosha was that it was not until the night before that the French army once again formed a semi-encirclement of the Naples army.

This result was really much better than she had expected. Although it only took half a day to go, the Naples army successfully attracted the main force of the French army south by nearly 20 foliages.

"Where are we now?" Ruosha rode on the horse and looked into the distance. Although she knew the general location, she still asked.

"Your Majesty, we are in the suburbs of Siena." Omo replied respectfully.

"Siena," Ruosha smiled, and she said to Omo, "Do you remember that I told you that you will see your brother soon?"

"Yes, your majesty, I remember." Omo said vaguely excitedly. He had already known the reason why the Queen said this to him a few days ago. When he thought of what was about to happen next, the young servant couldn't help but feel that his blood was heating up all over his body because of excitement.

"Let's end it all in Siena," Ruosha looked back. The French army had already formed. It was obvious that they also thought that the Naples army wanted to defend Siena. Then Ruosha chuckled, "But he probably wouldn't think of anyone waiting for him besides us."

The Naples army retreated to the city of Siena under the pursuit of the French army.

What surprised the French army, who finally caught up with the enemy and deployed the encirclement net at the same time, was that another army suddenly appeared on the battlefield in the city of Siena.

"Is this the French?"

Looking at the French army that was quickly occupying various favorable terrains in the distance, Kurash murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!