Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Fighting?

Constantinople?

It took Heidi a few seconds to realize what he was saying.

Türkiye - Ottoman Turkish Empire.

Kexima was obviously more familiar with this passage, and explained the general situation to her directly.

Since Ottoman Turkey eliminated the Eastern Roman Empire, its capital was in Constantinople.

And the monarch of that empire was called Muhammad II.

According to the only information available, they sent about [-] fleets to attack West, and the main targets of the massacre were men.

"My lord is going to discuss countermeasures with the envoys from Milan and Venice, and I will come back to discuss with you later." Keshima paused and pointed out: "The transportation network and communication network have indeed played a great role. "

They built post stations in the name of business in many city-states to achieve the fastest communication possible.

If there is any movement from Milan, Florence may receive news within two days——

From banks to grocery stores, to ordinary farmers’ homes in the wilderness suburbs, the Medici family quietly laid out a cobweb-like existence, so that the dynamics of multiple nearby cities can be reported in time.

Heidi didn't expect the war to come so soon, and she couldn't predict the outcome of the war——

But Italy should not have been occupied, otherwise there would be no Renaissance.

As a foreigner born in Austria, when she hears these messages now, the historical cognition and geographical associations in her mind are a little insensitive.

But one thing is indisputable - this is a very good turnaround.

It meant that the Medici family had legitimate reasons to intervene and could strengthen diplomatic ties with other city-states.

When Lorenzo walked into the office, his footsteps were hurried and his expression was serious, obviously he had heard the updated battle report.

He hadn't intended to talk to her about these political decisions, but the information network she suggested worked—very well.

When the war broke out, Florence was the first group to receive help and a clear message. Those from Milan and Venice didn't even know the scale of the war.

"What are you going to do?"

"Establish a defensive alliance and bring most of the city-states together to resist foreign enemies." Lorenzo said without hesitation: "At least the Turks must be driven out."

Heidi lowered her head and thought for a while, then asked again: "And then?"

Then?

The development trend of this war is not clear enough, why think about it now?

She stared at him, her tone was quite firm: "Haven't you considered developing military power and expanding your territory?"

Milan and Venice are very powerful—Venice can be said to be one of the best in terms of financial and military strength, and it is indeed not to be underestimated.

But around Florence, there are still various small duchies splitting up like cracked biscuit crumbs.

It can even be said that the whole of Italy is in a state of fragmentation.

Heidi spent a long time studying a question, that is why France fought all the way from Milan to Florence in more than ten years.

Trade routes and the like are of course one of the reasons, and interests are an eternal topic.

But what's even more alluring is that Italy, now the Holy Roman Empire, was just too spread out.

In the past few decades, whenever there are diplomatic or military problems, they will take the initiative to seek foreign assistance, expecting to rely on their allies to solve the problem.

Not only that, but there are also many internal contradictions, and there are conflicts for different reasons every few years.

To put this matter in a more vivid way, it means that there is a neighbor next to France who is very rich and collects a lot of jewelry. Not only do the brothers and sisters in the family live separately, but they always fight with each other.

Not only did he fight by himself, but he also invited nearby residents to come and comment on the fight, which was a complete nonsense.

This looks like a good target for bullying.

In this case, there is only one way out to solve historical problems——

There must be a boss in the family who beats up the other juniors all the way and makes the rules clear.

"Expand the territory?" Lorenzo repeated her words: "I can understand the development of military power, but do you think that I am a bloodthirsty tyrant?"

What he is better at is balance and harmony.

Because of this, in the past ten years, he married the daughter of the Clarice family with military power, strengthened the defense of Florence, and even went to Naples alone for war negotiations.

To this day, Lorenzo is a benevolent, fraternal, and upright existence in the hearts of the citizens.

Maybe there are tyrants who like to torture prisoners in other city-states, and there are endless assassinations and oppressions, but Florence is a pure land.

Heidi suddenly read too much information from his words.

She collected herself and spoke more emphatically.

"You shouldn't be burdened by fame."

Lorenzo frowned, and looked at the thin young girl in front of him again.

She is ten years younger than herself, but sometimes she shows a sense of sharpness, even like a seasoned colleague.

"Mr. Medici, you'd better understand what Florence should be."

"If it is only used as a paradise for art and science, it will be captured sooner or later."

At this moment, Heidi felt that her blood seemed to stop flowing, and even her elbows began to tremble slightly, but she was speaking out all the words in her heart quickly.

She is very likely to be hanged on the gallows because of today's usurpation.

But if you don't say it, Florence will also perish, and she may have a more tragic ending.

"If you build it into an empire, let it have a stronger army and a wider territory, these wealth and treasures can survive for a long time."

Without strong enough weapons and troops, if you only guard this small city in a corner for a long time, you will always be regarded as a piece of fat and tender meat by nearby countries and even neighbors.

Once faced with a real war, the city will be as small as a nymph.

Lorenzo originally wanted to ask her to take care of Clarice and the children while he was away, but he didn't expect to hear such domineering remarks.

He took a deep breath for a moment, keeping his voice calm and low.

"You don't think I'd be offended."

"The Pope, the Bible, heaven, you don't care about these things, do you?" Heidi said without thinking, "You are just pretending to be humble."

But sometimes people pretend for too long, and they will make themselves believe the lie.

Lorenzo suddenly suspects that she is really sent by God—if there is a God.

"I understand what you mean." He said briefly: "But the war is not over yet, and these things have to be considered in the long run. I will take some people to the south in the afternoon."

"Please bring Da Vinci." She subconsciously said, "He will help you solve many difficult problems."

"Leonardo da Vinci?" Lorenzo looked into her eyes. "Do you think painters are still needed to record great moments?"

"No, he is a very good engineer, and he has long-term military research." Heidi thought that she might be dancing on a lion's tail today, but still summoned up her courage and said, "Please trust me again. "

The lord was silent for a few seconds before agreeing to the request.

He may not have had a good rest for too long recently, and even a little girl can be manipulated at will.

Heidi chose to stay in Florence.

She even started praying in the morning, panicking when she heard any distant noises.

If I really misremembered the time, or there were other unknown changes in history, I might wake up, and the Turks' army had already broken through the city wall, fighting all the way into the palace and acting recklessly.

I hope there will be no accidents, and I hope they can come back safely.

When war broke out during World War II, at least there were newspapers and radios to update various information, and the casualties would also be reported by war reporters in a timely manner.

But in this day and age, even receiving a letter from Da Vinci is somewhat impossible.

She would go to the shops and linger around, picking an apple and looking at it over and over for a long time.

Still no information.

The residents of the city are like pigs and sheep at ease, and they are not very interested in the war in the south.

Those poets and painters were still drinking and having fun, and the bathhouse was still a mess.

Presumably sensing her anxiety, Botticelli brought her a new bottle of wine.

"It's enough to pray, and leave the other things to them."

The young artist poured her a glass of wine, and said calmly, "If you rush to Brindisi at this time, you will only cause them more trouble."

This is true.

No guns, no armor, as a woman, she can only wait passively at this time.

Heidi rubbed her forehead, took a sip of wine, and suddenly froze there.

Taste - really good.

How can there be such a delicious wine? !

Her appetite, which was originally raised in the United States, has been reduced to the lowest threshold after coming here for a year, and it is a pleasure to eat a candy once in a while.

People treat meat roughly, and fermented rice often tastes so weird that it's hard to tell whether it's spoiled or just the way it is.

It can even be said that it is a blessing among misfortunes that he did not die suddenly due to dysentery in the past two years.

Heidi took a sip of the mellow wine, and subconsciously took another sip.

It was unlike any other wine she had had before in the palace.

And...it also has a slight aroma like honey.

wait, it's not going to be...

"Have you tasted it?" Botticelli squinted and smiled: "I secretly took it from the barrel where you made wine."

"Hey?!"

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For a painter, things like seals are not a problem at all.

Even if Lorenzo wrote a note himself and pasted it, Botticelli could imitate a new one vividly.

The bottle of wine he brought her was made from the oak barrels that had been grilled over charcoal.

This...is the world's first aging barrel.

Heidi suddenly felt that what she was drinking was a smashed glass of the British Museum.

Before that, people could only drink new wine, and the old wine would deteriorate and become sour, and it would become a low-grade product that was discarded.

However, due to her arrival, both the wine barrel brewing method and the cork storage method were advanced by a hundred years, and this wonderful thing that should not have existed was actually born in this way.

Even if it has only been brewed for more than a year, the taste is as good as a dream.

"What I drank...wouldn't be the first cup." She subconsciously said.

This is no less than Americans going to the moon with the Apollo spacecraft.

"No." Botticelli touched the back of his head with a smile: "When I entered the wine cellar just now, I secretly tasted a little first—it was really good."

Heidi sighed, taught him how to sober up in a wide-bottomed container, and took him to taste a glass of fine wine.

Sitting here worrying won't change anything, it's better to do something else.

"Why don't we brew a few more barrels, and it's better to keep it for a longer time—" Botticelli shook the glass, apparently completely immersed in the aroma of grapes and honey: "Wait two years, no, Five years from now, we will invite Don Lorenzo and Leonardo to taste this wonderful wine again."

Heidi was taken aback for a moment, but finally laughed.

"Okay."

She took him to order a new oak barrel, and studied the way of roasting with charcoal fire together.

The fresh wine is stored in oak barrels, and one pack is three barrels.

Heidi wrote a mark in the dark in English to remind herself of the different storage and opening years.

The angel has taken away a large spoonful of the first bucket, and with the bottle taken away by Botticelli, there are still about four-fifths left.

She removed the glass stopper and replaced it with a cork stopper, and began to look forward to the taste of this barrel a year later.

But if they come back after winning the battle, maybe the barrel of wine can be cleaned up in the afternoon.

Heidi discovered something else besides the pouring of the new wine.

There are also various differences between oak and oak.

For example, the wine made from American oak, which is the one she used to like, will have the taste of vanilla or cumin.

French oak adds subtle creamy and caramel flavors to the wine.

However, although the artificially dehumidified wood is not easy to rot, it seems to be a little prone to cracking.

I'm afraid this kind of wine barrel can only be used for three to five years, and it may not be reliable in the future.

If you want to make a 20-year-old wine, I am afraid that you need to use natural air-dried oak and let them evaporate evenly in the wind for a year or two.

She directly took out a few gold coins, and asked the craftsmen to do the relevant erection in the back library.

In a few years... I don't know what will happen here.

Around the end of November, the lord finally returned in mighty form with his troops.

On the day they came back, all the residents of the city were cheering and celebrating, and even the singers and the band followed the queue to play and sing for most of the city.

Heidi, the lord's wife, and the children waited in front of Ducale Palace, and waited for a long time before seeing a familiar figure.

After Lorenzo got off his horse, the children ran over cheering, and Clarice also greeted him and gave him a short hug.

Da Vinci also got off the horse from behind, smiled and gave her a big hug.

"You'll never guess what I've made—" he whispered excitedly in her ear: "The Turks have all left by boat!"

Heidi froze for a moment, and then showed a surprised smile. At this moment, she felt that the stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

The battle was really won—she lived a few more years in peace!

Lorenzo originally wanted to say something to Heidi, but when he turned around, he saw Da Vinci hugging her tightly and whispering with a smile, and only silently closed his eyes.

Just win.

For the next few days, the whole city fell into carnival again.

In this war, Lorenzo persuaded the lords of Naples and Milan and signed the Treaty of Mutual Defense Alliance with them. What is even more surprising is that Pope Innocent VIII also participated in it, directly enticing many Smaller city-states also joined in.

But just as they expected before leaving, Venice chose to stand by and not approve or deny.

Not only that, Florence's army has made great contributions directly in several battles, and its prestige has also begun to change the view of many who used to despise it.

What played a central role was the war machine designed by Leonardo da Vinci himself - the giant crossbow.

He was already knowledgeable and talented, and he had in-depth research on physics and mathematics. He started to innovate and change the old ideas when he set off.

The crossbow was eighty feet wide and required a six-wheeled longboard for transportation and movement.

Although pistols have become popular in this era, they are poor in accuracy, inaccurate in lethality, easy to explode, and slow to reload.

In contrast, this giant crossbow is like a silent troll, directly reversing the situation of the war.

He designed an exquisite and superb helical gear device, and drew various components such as gears, worms, and triggers through more than [-] sketches.

"The boulder weighing more than 100 pounds hit the battleship like a meteor!" The witness exaggeratedly opened his hands and compared the size of the thing with Heidi: "The ship didn't have time to turn around, puff! It sank after a few sounds!"

Da Vinci leaned to the side and raised his wine glass, and his tone was very happy: "I calculated the relationship between the ejection force and the stretching angle, and it turns out that it is true."

Heidi smiled and listened to their conversation, and took the manuscript to see the schematic diagram drawn by Leonardo da Vinci.

She knew he could do it.

The giant crossbow could not only destroy the sunken ship, but also drive away many soldiers, scaring the enemies away and even drowning several of them.

"We also encountered something even more ridiculous," Da Vinci continued. "In Taranto, a military fortress built an escape route, and our scouts found it."

"Isn't it possible to sneak in directly?"

"It's not just sneaking in?" He laughed loudly: "The designer actually connected the escape passage to the deep inside of the fortress, and our people directly captured many prisoners!"

The three or four months of fighting went smoothly and smoothly, and it also made the lords breathe a sigh of relief.

They confirmed each other's military strength and strength, and they were polite friends as always.

And Da Vinci's talent for war has also begun to be extolled and praised by various people.

He is indeed a genius in this field--

From transport devices to lifting devices, from troop formations to weapon transformation, there seems to be nothing he can't do!

Not only the soldiers saw it, but even the people in Florence began to talk about the name proudly, bragging to outsiders about the magical powers he used to sink the ship, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Heidi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She finally took a small step in her original plan.

With Da Vinci around, maybe the future will be much easier.

Although the lord remained calm and stable, he also began to frequently summon him to discuss various things, and also gave him various privileges——

For example, you can enter and exit the library at any time, or you can freely entrust scholars in Florence to help you study something.

He began to improve the defenses of the ancient city, and also began to study the sketches of the new siege ladder design.

At this time, the third Christmas is finally coming.

In fact, Christmas has nothing to do with Christianity. It originated from the Saturnalia, the day when the ancient Romans greeted the New Year.

After the Roman Empire changed its official religion, the custom gradually changed its meaning to celebrate the day when Jesus was born in the stable.

From the countdown to December [-]th, various decorations began to be carried out on the square and the palace, and the nativity scene was routinely arranged in front of the cathedral.

Mary conceived Jesus in her virginity, and the angel Gabriel warned Joseph in a dream to treat the mother and child kindly.

Not only this piece of mythical drama set will be lit with permanent lights, but many lights in front of churches and palaces will be lit.

Small vendors began to flow from the nearby villages to sell various handicrafts and small furniture, and some people brought livestock to sell them. Even if it was raining lightly, there was an endless stream of vendors and pedestrians.

Heidi was used to having eve mass with them and the cardinal in the morning, and another prayer vigil at midnight in the evening.

On January [-]th, the Day of the Apocalypse, there will be a grand parade as usual, and the theme as always is the visit of the Magi.

After seeing Botticelli's two paintings of the Magi, Heidi witnessed Da Vinci's paintings with her own eyes. Now when she looks at these paintings again, she just feels a bit dull.

It has to be said that once the characters in the painter's pen are endowed with soul and emotion, they are sometimes more vivid than actors in costumes.

They stood near the lord's stand, watching the boiling crowd together, and occasionally chatting about other things.

Da Vinci is still studying Archimedes' monograph. He recently borrowed a lot of books from the academy, and he heard from De Qiao that he could go there in the middle of the night.

Botticelli was surrounded by a lot of women and girls who struck up a conversation, but he responded quite naturally, perhaps with a hint of teasing.

Heidi glanced left and right, and then looked at the indifferent lord not far away.

She yawned and planned to go back to the palace to sleep early.

At this moment, several strange men were walking towards them quickly.

When the carnival is in progress, there is always a din of people, and even the melody of musical instruments can be overwhelmed by cheers and singing.

When Heidi came back to her senses, a man had already arrived in front of them, raised his hand and drew out a dagger——

"Get away!" Da Vinci subconsciously threw the book directly in his face, raised his arm and pushed Heidi back, allowing her to avoid the stabbing dagger impartially.

There were screams in the distance, and the crowd began to squeeze and disperse in a panic. There were also several assassins rushing in the direction of the Medici, breaking through the encirclement of the guards.

"Heidi - run!!"