The French army was shaken.

It was not a certain unit, but almost all the French troops seemed to be in a state of confusion and uneasiness.

I don’t know when all kinds of rumors spread in the army. Even in the fierce battle, some people hurriedly told others a few rumors they heard when they were replaced.

"Do you know, the Duke of Bourbon seems to have lost another battle, and his people are retreating to our side."

"I heard that the Roman Thesia army never kept prisoners and did not need ransom. Those who were caught were cut off their heads."

"Some people say that the person who commands the Naples opposite is their queen. They all say that the queen is not only beautiful, but also a female war god who can fight more than men."

"Are we going to lose? Why do we always feel the sound of cannons in the distance getting closer?"

"Someone saw the king's entourage packing things, and it seemed that things were not good."

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Various rumors spread everywhere in the army. Some people told others when they heard some rumors, but more people became more panic just because they didn't know anything.

The sky was gradually getting westward, and the originally extremely tragic battle gradually came to an end.

The soldiers on both sides were exhausted, their steps forward were dragging with water, and their arms holding weapons were trembling and could not lift them up. Each face showed a look of despair and fatigue.

A French cavalry dragged heavy steps forward on the open ground covered with corpses. They were worried that the horse's legs would be blocked and they dared not let go of their horse's power. Until they saw the figure of the enemy opposite, they slowly arranged into an attacking formation.

"This may be the last time for brothers," a cavalry smiled bitterly at the companion beside him. Seeing the hunched appearance on the other people's faces, the cavalry took a breath of air mixed with the smell of blood and smoke, and quietly recited a sentence from his little-known scripture, and then clenched the straight sword hanging beside the saddle.

There was a very strong rope on the hilt of the sword, which passed through a hole in the handguard and loosely tied a knot on the handguard on the other side.

This rope is used to fix it on the user's wrist. The huge resistance during stabbing can sometimes make the user unable to grasp the hilt. This rope can be wrapped around the wrist to prevent the hand from falling off.

After wrapping it twice, he felt the tension on his wrist. The cavalry took a breath again, and then shouted: "Let's go!"

The cavalry began to release the reins and clamp the horse's belly, and the horses gradually accelerated and became faster and faster.

The figure of the Romanesian army in the distance was becoming clearer and clearer. Gradually, you could even see the other party standing in front of the formation with vicious smiles on the faces of the soldiers holding the terrifying firearms mounted on the gun stand.

“Oo Duren Sanche!”

The cavalry rushing in front shouted a battle call with his hometown voice. At this moment, his eyes did not have the desire for honor or the pursuit of victory, only complete despair and unwillingness before his death!

The loading of heavy-duty mesh rope guns is complicated and complex, and the heavy body is even more clumsy. Such a musket takes a long time to be used again every time it is fired, but its power is terrifying.

When the sound of the heavy musket sounded, the people nearby could not help but cover their ears, and even so, the ear holes hurt like they were punched hard.

The shooter wore thick earmuffs on his ears. Because they could not hear the instructions, they all looked at the signals from the flag in the hands of the team officer standing in front. The flag was swung and the trigger was pulled. The huge recoil force smashed the shooter's shoulders backwards. The gun body on the gun rack jumped up like a chill. Accompanied by the thunderous gunfire and the smoke from the jet, huge projectiles roared towards the enemy.

The first cavalry who was hit was not the leader, was a bad guy mixed with his companions. When he was hit, the armor on his chest suddenly shrank into his chest. With the sound of bone shattering that he could clearly hear, the cavalry was thrown off the horse like a broken cloth bag.

Then two other people were shot off the horse, but the cavalry had already rushed to the enemy.

They raised the stinging sword in their hands and poked hard at the archers who fled into the enemy formation in the front view. However, before they could avenge their companions, what awaited them was a wall of spears raised like a forest.

The cavalry's charge was desperate. From the beginning, they knew that it would be their last charge, so these French cavalry rushed towards the enemy regardless of their fate. They had forgotten what they came to Italy for, and their only purpose was to kill more enemies before they died.

But even so, they were disappointed. The French cavalry's charge was brave and romantic. The sad beauty in despair even made Louis XII, who was facing such an unfavorable situation, sighed sincerely.

"The French knights! Only the French knights will prove themselves with such noble and brave behavior!" Louis XII said loudly to the people around him. When someone whispered to him, these were only cavalry and not knights, the King of France immediately announced to everyone that he would recognize these men as knights, and that the descendants of these men were nobles of France. "They died in battle for France, which they deserve!"

Although the people around them wanted to praise the king's wise decision, the situation no longer allowed them to express it in words.

After the last French cavalry fell on the death zone woven with barrage in front of the Naples' grenadier positions, the central part of the French army finally could not resist the tragic loss and began to retreat.

In the French army, which was slow, but unstoppable ebb, Louis XII appeared dazzlingly in the sight of the Naples like a king flag floating on the water.

"My God, what did I see?" A grenademan rubbed his eyes, which were swollen from the medicine, and looked at the flag carefully. It happened that this soldier was of knowledgeable kind, so he immediately recognized that it was the King of Dharma. He hurriedly reported his discovery to the team officer, and then stammered, "Sir, what should we do?"

The team officer looked at the flag with a pale face. Obviously, he was also frightened by the scene in front of him. After pausing for a moment, the team officer woke up. While he was calling a soldier next to him to report to the back, he rushed towards the direction of the flag with his subordinates. At the same time, he did not forget to shout loudly in his mouth: "Louis! That's Louis!"

All the Naples soldiers who heard the shouting were stunned for a moment, and then they shouted as if they were crazy: "It's Louis~~"

When people heard this shouting, the shouts were getting louder and louder. For a moment, the entire battlefield was filled with shouts of "capturing the Dharma King and capturing Louis alive."

The French soldiers were shocked. They didn't know whether the enemy wanted to capture the king or had already captured the king, but it was obvious that the situation on the battlefield had already indicated that the French army was facing the danger of defeat.

Louis XII looked at the scene in disbelief. He turned around to look at the flag beside him. Seeing that some subordinates were about to lower the king's flag, the Dharma King angrily stopped them.

"The king of France is either with honor or sleeps with the sword."

Louis jumped onto the war horse regardless of the stop of the people around him. He was not a brave king, but he had a heart that was not as cowardly as his predecessor. So when he saw the enemy rushing to the front not far from him, Louis XII raised the king's sword inlaid with pearls and gems, shouting and taking the lead to rushing towards the seemingly empty line of the Naples next to him, "Follow me and follow your king!"

Several Neapolitan soldiers holding spears saw the figure in gorgeous armor. They made excited and greedy screams. The French knights dressed in gorgeous clothes and liked to show off were always loved by their enemies on the battlefield. Now, looking at such an obviously lucrative target, these soldiers raised their spears and stabbed the French knight opposite him at all costs.

"France is with me!"

The shouts of Louis XII sounded on the battlefield. His crown embedded in his helmet shone with dazzling light in the setting sun. The golden armor made him feel as if he was shrouded in holy light. When he saw him like this, the soldiers were as if they were struck by lightning. They stood there stiffly, watching the Dharma King rushed towards them and then swept past them.

The cavalry following him instantly stepped on these Naples soldiers under the horse's hooves.

The commotion on the battlefield also attracted Ruosha's attention. She ordered people to quickly report what happened. When she heard that her troops had fought with Louis XII's guards, Ruosha gave the order to surround the Dharma King without hesitation.

"But your Majesty, that is the King of France," said a follower, somewhat at a loss. "The soldiers said that his armor was sewn with holy bones and fragments of the true cross, and no one dared to be unreasonable to the King of France, which might arouse the wrath of God."

"But if Louis runs away, you will face my anger," Ruosha repelled the follower who annoyed her with a sentence that made the people around her dumbfounded. "Transfer my orders and capture the king of France will be granted a nobleman and rewarded 10,000 gold coins."

When Ruosha's order and the words that made everyone stunned when they heard it, the entire battlefield was instantly boiling.

noble!

10000!

gold!

When this series of words were combined, the huge incitement and deception made the coalition forces burst out with amazing power in an instant.

Louis XII's guards were facing siege by coalition soldiers that were coming like a tide. At the same time, the French soldiers instantly collapsed due to the king's encirclement!

The king ran away.

The king was captured.

The king died in battle.

One terrible bad news after another made the French soldiers unable to withstand this huge pressure anymore, and teams of French troops began to gradually break away from the formation.

Many people didn't know where they should go. They wandered back and forth in a daze on the battlefield, and some simply walked towards the Naples position against the enemy.

Finally, on a tightly guarded bulge, a French knight knelt in front of a flag and kissed a corner of his family flag affectionately, and then he raised a torch and lit the flag.

"The banner of noble French nobles cannot fall into the hands of the mean Neapolis."

The knight shouted like crazy as he looked at the storm of flames.

It was like a signal that the French nobles who found themselves surrounded began to burn their military flags one after another.

At this point, the French army could no longer maintain their front line. With Louis XII's guards as the center, the French army began to retreat northwards.

The sound of cannons in the distance was already sparse, and the setting sun had sunk into the deep embrace of the Tyrrhenian Sea. The night gradually fell on the cold and stiff bodies of more than 2,000 soldiers on both sides who died in battle outside Siena.

The battlefield was already covered with lonely night. From a distance, the ground was as undulating as small mountains, and the bodies of dead soldiers were as corpses.

The war horse that lost its master lingers on the plains, and the sound of sad neighing in the night was intermittent.

The arrival of night saved the French army on the verge of annihilation.

After retreating south for about two Faris, Louis XII and the retreating Duke Louis de Bourbon "joined successfully" at the ruins near the ancient city of San Gilaneseno.

At this point, the main force of the French army that invaded Italy was surrounded by Romanthesia, Naples and the Pope Alliance in the remains of the ancient city of San Gilanese.

The night was already deep, and the outskirts of Siena became quiet. Apart from the screams from time to time, it seemed that there was nothing to do with the fierce fighting during the day.

Ruosha walked slowly on the grass accompanied by several officers. Her gorgeous clothes were incompatible with the dead atmosphere, but the corners of her skirt, which were stained with gunpowder and blood, seemed to indicate that this was a legendary woman who was completely different from other women.

"Your Majesty, you should come to inspect the battlefield during the day," said an officer carefully after hesitating a little. "Your current appearance should be left on the canvas by the greatest painter, and I believe this will be the most legendary scene in the history of the Kingdom of Sicily in the future."

This compliment was immediately praised by the followers on the side, and even Omo, who had always been a little out of place with these people, could not help but sincerely agree.

Ruosha showed a smug smile at the corner of her eyes. Her advice really touched her. She began to wonder whether to find Michelangelo or the already emerging Raphael to draw this legendary work for her. At the same time, she began to wonder whether she should send someone to tell Alexander, who was far away in Iberia as soon as possible.

There was a commotion not far ahead. People looked there and saw several soldiers pushing a French prisoner who looked like a noble, while the man half-kneeled and hugging his companion who was lying motionless on the ground.

"If you hadn't been worth a few ransoms, I would have cut off your head now," a Taranto shook the Frenchman with the knife in his hand. "I have told you that this person will not care about him anymore if he dies. If you are disobedient, I will not care about those ransoms."

“What happened here?”

Ruosha walked over, she looked down at the person lying on the ground. From his slightly undulating chest, she seemed to be alive. Then she looked at the nobleman kneeling on the ground.

This was a very strong Frenchman. It could be seen that he should be very wealthy. His upper body was stripped of armor and exposed a good silk shirt inside. Under the reflection of the torch, the pearl buttons on the shirt were slightly shining, but this man looked a little embarrassed now. He had a wound on his head. Although one hand was holding his companion tightly, the other arm hung weakly on the side.

"Soldier, how much ransom do you plan to ask this person to pay?" Ruosha asked the Taranto.

"200...no, 400 Florins." said the Taranto sly.

"I'll give you 600, these two people belong to me." Ruosha said, waving her hand to the entourage beside her, and then she looked at the two Frenchmen in a condescending light.

"You are, God, you are really her," the knight looked at the beautiful woman who should not have appeared on the battlefield in surprise, and then he immediately knelt down and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, I am Eugen de Weasleyen of Avalon, and I am your captive now."

"Is he your friend?" Ruosha signaled to the man lying on the ground.

"It's my brother," said the nobleman named Eugen de Weaslain with some pain. "Your Majesty, I know I am not qualified to make any request to you, but I ask you to save him, and I am willing to do anything for you."

"Anything?" Ruosha smiled, and she looked at the injured person on the ground again. After confirming that the person was indeed alive, she motioned to the subordinates next to her to lift the person aside.

"Your brother will be treated. Whether he can survive depends on God's arrangement," Ruosha said, raising his hand to Eugen de Weaslain and asked him to walk forward with him. "I noticed that you are also a little injured. I suggest you go and take a look as soon as possible. I believe that this will be good for you. You must know that after being hit by a musket, even if you don't die, you will have some trouble."
To be continued...