The escape of Bensodoria and his Ligurian soldiers started the prelude to a complete collapse of the French army on the east side of the ditch.

The fighting French saw that the Ligurians who had not suffered much losses began to flee for their lives. While cursing, more and more people lost their will to fight.

They also began to flee and surrender.

At this time, the French front on the frontal battlefield had entered the javelin projection range.

The main weapon of the French soldiers is not the super long gun. Their advancement speed is much higher than that of the Swiss, and they should be able to approach the long wall at a relatively small cost.

But this time, Old Colonna controlled the timing more perfectly and gave the order to shoot almost as soon as they entered the shooting range.

The Duke of Bourbon was originally very doubtful about whether his troops could overcome the long wall that caused so many casualties to the Swiss. The collapse of the Einsatzgruppe in the east finally made him lose his determination to give it a go.

After all, there is a bridge on the north side of the ditch. If the Habsburg cavalry bypasses the rear of the main French army from there, then under the attack from the front and rear, a huge defeat that will destroy the whole situation will happen.

Although the Duke of Bourbon would definitely be punished as severely as a French royal family would be punished, his sense of honor and patriotism still prevented him from throwing these soldiers into a meaningless attack in order to save his military

career and palace status.

If this force is lost, France will not only lose the Principality of Milan, but also the slave states of Savoy and Saluzzo will definitely be ready to take action. By then, the war will burn to the French mainland.

After exiting the enemy's javelin range, he also sent a force to respond to the rout in the east.

Half of the people, including the Marquis Lautec, fled back to the protection of the main force after losing all their horses.

Seeing the Duke of Bourbon's flag and the messenger finally bringing the order to retreat, all the French, both officers and soldiers, breathed a sigh of relief. With the shouts of the Swiss wounded, no one had any idea of ​​​​reversing the defeat.

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According to the previous instructions of the acting Archduke Ferdinand, the elder Colonna did not order the troops to pursue across the long wall.

Amidst the cheers of the Habsburg troops behind the long wall, the French silently withdrew from the battlefield and retreated towards the city of Navarre.

Their fourteen trebuchets were all hastily abandoned without firing a single shot.

At this time, the sun had not yet reached its center, and the battle lasted only three hours. It ended with the complete defeat of the Kingdom of France.

"April 22, 1523, will be a glorious day in the history of the Holy Roman Empire. You defeated twice as many enemies as you, and only suffered 200 casualties. The enemy left a legacy on the battlefield.

Three thousand corpses, and an equal number of wounded among the troops. Glory to you, Habsburg warriors."

Acting Archduke Ferdinand, who issued the declaration of victory, stood on the high platform, holding the Habsburg eagle flag, and accepted the sincere respect of the entire army. Everyone was sent to pay sincere tribute to this great monarch and extraordinary commander.

From climbing over snowy mountains to fighting head-on, his outstanding performance illuminated history.

One of the highlights of human civilization in the sixteenth century, Northern Italy was completely in the hands of the Habsburg family.

Ladislaus and his men did not return to the main formation to cheer. While everyone was enjoying the victory, he was still busy.

There are still hundreds of people in the ditch, waiting for them to capture them.

Of course, it is more important to place all the war horses than to capture prisoners. They are more important assets.

Fortunately, Old Colonna quickly sent someone to help. In the end, about three hundred people were fished out of the ditch. They were all so depressed that no one wanted to resist.

They climbed up obediently along the rope handed to them by the people on the ditch, and then the soldiers sat dejectedly in the open space behind. The nobles announced their names and titles and were taken to another open space. The same dejected people

Sit tight.

However, this calmness was broken by Benthodoria.

When his body emerged from the ditch, it caused quite a commotion. Several French nobles rushed forward and beat him desperately.

The few soldiers guarding them did not expect that the captives who had just behaved very tamely would suddenly become violent, and did not have time to stop the nobles. Amidst the fighting and wailing, Benthodoria fell into the ditch again.

When Ladislaus arrived and fished the little fat man out of the ditch again, his cousin could no longer recognize him.

"Cousin Ladislaus, you have finally come to save me." Looking at this man with a bruised nose and swollen face, I can only say that his body shape is still the same, but I can't be sure about his face.

"Traitor." "Coward." "Trash." "Damn fat man." Amid the angry shouts of French nobles around him, Ladislaus could confirm that his little cousin was today's Habsburg.

He was one of the "heroes" of the army's victory. His escape at the critical moment was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

This unlucky kid didn't run away in the end. He was weighed down by his gorgeous armor and couldn't climb out of the ditch. Several of his cronies were very good at squeezing wealthy businessmen in the fish and meat village on weekdays. When they ran for their lives, they

He couldn't care less about his benefactor.

This is also Bensuo's own fault. His criteria for selecting materials are completely too pragmatic.

But now is not a good time to discuss the employment standards of this cousin. Ladislaus and he still have a lot of scores to settle.

"Benso, is it really you? It's okay, it's okay, my cousin is here, Silica, please protect my cousin, the son of Marshal Doria of Liguria, I think it is worth at least one hundred and eighty thousand

A ransom of ten thousand." Although the twist was a bit big, Ladislaus was actually quite broad-minded.

Hearing Ladislaus' ruthless declaration, Benthodoria was not dissatisfied. Although his performance on the battlefield was poor, this young man had seen and handled much more in recent years than Ladislaus.

Ladislaus didn't understand the original trap and didn't have much expectations.

Bensodoria was even a little relieved. Although Ladislaus offered a sky-high price of "one hundred and eighty thousand," in fact, as long as he was willing to negotiate money, it wouldn't be a big problem.

If his face was full of smiles, he would be worried that the other party would take personal revenge.

"Cousin, you are joking. I am not the eldest brother. I am just the second son. How can I be worth that much? I estimate that my father will pay at most three thousand thalers to ransom me. If it is more, I will have to let you raise me."

Bensuo immediately landed still shallow, "It's only three thousand talers. Now that you have become the Archbishop of Liguria, why do you still care about it? I think it's better to just forgive it for the sake of my aunt and sister Harna."

The memories of my mother and Harna's cousin, the city of Liguria, were just less than a year ago, and now they seem like a lifetime ago.

The cousins ​​who grew up together really fought each other to the death on the battlefield.

"That's true. Cousin, my uncle is so talented and resourceful. I'm not sure how much money he will pay."
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