Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

It's not enough to rely on just a few of them.

Right now, Sforza's attitude is quite ambiguous, but he has already promised that Medici will give some reinforcements and assistance.

And what Heidi wants, it can even be said, is what she has been planning since she came to this era, which is to cultivate a well-trained mercenary group that is completely under her orders.

There may be only a thin team at the beginning, then there should be a regiment, and then combine them into a flexible and powerful army.

Atalanti, the little witty ghost, was in charge of going to various taverns and recruitment offices to consult information, while others helped transfer various supplies to the pasture in the southwest.

In this gap, Da Vinci took Heidi to visit a craftsman - Mr. Fabio.

The old man's beard is so long that it needs to be tied with a rope and tied in a knot. I heard that he accidentally set it ablaze when he was forging iron in his early years, and his whole hairy head was burned.

He has been responsible for the design of many castles and fortresses, and has also participated in the casting of many important components of the Milan Cathedral. He has cooperated with Da Vinci for three or four years.

When the two of them visited him in the past, the whole workshop was filled with the pungent smell of molten iron and charcoal fire, which made people feel as if they were standing on a barbecue stove.

The apprentice next to him yelled loudly, and the old man heard the sound, stopped his movements and turned to look at them.

Mr. Fabio's beard, eyebrows and Mediterranean-style head are all white. Although his eyeballs are a bit cloudy, his expression is quite vigilant.

"What do you want me for? Which bishop said that the money will be sent a few months later?"

Da Vinci was not too reserved, and said directly: "We want to hire you."

"Employment?" The old man spat and spit, "There are too many people who hire me, and none of them pay me!"

Heidi smiled and said nothing, and directly took a money bag and placed it in front of him.

Fabio froze for a moment, bowed his head in front of them and untied the rope, first shook it to confirm the weight—it was so heavy that it could only make a muffled sound.

And it was full of gold coins, which glowed beside the fire.

The old man's first reaction was to cover his purse tightly, and turned around to look at the apprentices next to him: "What are you looking at! Go back to work!"

After all the little apprentices retracted their heads, he touched another one and put it in his teeth and took a bite.

"This is a deposit." Heidi said slowly: "If you are willing to cooperate, we will pay at least three times the price for this year's work."

On the way here, she heard Da Vinci talk about the old man's temper.

——He was originally a good-tempered craftsman, and he made quite good wooden and ironware. Unfortunately, those princes and nobles are all bastards who like to renege on bills. After a long time, this old man has become irritable.

"Let's go." The old man started to pack his luggage directly: "I'll take over this job, let's go now."

"Hey, don't worry," Da Vinci tried to make it clear to him: "We may take you to fight, don't be afraid."

"Afraid? Why are you afraid?" The old man stuffed the purse in his arms and asked, "Don't you feel afraid when you see Na Sforza every day? It would be better to let me go to the battlefield than to work for him." !"

Heidi couldn't help laughing, and asked again: "Then you are willing to do anything?"

"As long as you have this—" the old man shook the gold coin: "You can say anything if you have enough, I can wear a white dress to church and dance at my age!"

On the other side, Atalanti quickly brought back good news.

Not only did he find the wandering mercenary group, but he also found the mercenary leader who controlled the largest number of soldiers.

In the past few decades, the troops hired by the surrounding city-states often came from all over the north and south, and their composition was quite complicated.

For example, the Venetians have long hired light cavalry from Greece and Damatia, and crossbowmen and heavy cavalry are also essential.

And the existence of the mercenary leader also makes people both love and hate.

Most of them have good leadership and judgment, but they are also obsessively greedy.

But it was precisely because of their greed that the city of Florence escaped disaster by bribing money when the enemy was approaching the city 100 years ago.

"This is a corps developed by a mercenary family." Atalanti led Heidi to the reception room in a hurry, with a slightly hesitant tone: "People call it 'flame', and they are said to be as cruel as hyenas when they kill."

Heidi walked in quickly and saw many people at the same time.

Four or five burly men were sitting or leaning, their muscles protruding and their appearance rough, and their eyes were not good-natured.

And the leader they surrounded seemed to have just returned from war, still wearing chain mail.

The man was sitting on the chair lying on his back, his limbs stretched out to the sides quite relaxedly, his riding boots stepped on the table unceremoniously, leaving a lot of sand and footprints.

Heidi sized him up and listened to Atalanti introduce the names of these people.

They all come from the Jino family, and they all have rich combat experience. There are already about 3000 mercenaries in their hands.

This amount is enough to repeatedly blackmail various small city-states.

The men made heavy nasal voices, and looked at her without shyness in their eyes, as if they were contemptuous and indifferent.

Atalanti was actually a little nervous, but he still dutifully explained the approximate employment fee and the points to pay attention to in the contract.

Heidi listened attentively to what he was saying, her eyes always on the mercenary leader.

The other party was also looking at her through the helmet, and he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, as if his attitude was quite indifferent.

"I see." She sat down slowly, completely ignoring the strong man with knife wounds and tattoos on her arm: "Atalanti, I want to talk to this leader alone."

The little follower glanced at the leader's reaction, and made a gesture of invitation to the others.

The others looked at what the lord meant, and retreated anyway.

"Luris Jino." She pronounced the name and looked down at the contract: "A quite suitable partner, and the asking price is not outrageous."

The other party's voice was low and playful, obviously not taking her seriously: "My lady, allow me to remind you."

"The mercenary regiment is not for you to watch the knight's competition." The man sat up a little, and made a slightly harsh voice when he crossed his fingers: "Generally, our guests are not like you—"

"What is this?" Heidi raised her eyebrows and said, "Please take off your helmet—I think this is basic courtesy."

The other party was silent for a moment, but still took off the helmet.

Heidi stared at the man's appearance and couldn't help laughing.

Really quite handsome.

James Dean's three-dimensional silhouette, coupled with Henry Fonda's mustache, is rough and somewhat ruffian.

"What are you laughing at?" Luris raised her eyebrows, lowered her voice and said, "Perhaps you should know that I can keep you out of this room at any time."

"I'm wondering," Heidi's sitting posture relaxed a lot: "Will these two beards make you sneeze often? Jino—Miss?"

Luris froze for a moment, showing an angry expression: "You are making a joke that is not considered clever."

"Really?" Heidi leaned closer to her, observing her short body and smooth throat: "The voice is indeed very similar—there is nothing wrong with your disguise as a whole."

The rather tall and strong girl took a deep breath, reached out and tore off her mustache: "If you don't make it clear, I can wring your throat right now."

Her voice is still as deep and magnetic as a man's, and her face is also square. With her short size, she really looks like a somewhat sexy man.

If you look at her age, she is probably two or three years older than she is now.

"It's not a matter of voice and face." Heidi refilled her glass of wine with a soft and calm tone: "A man actually doesn't open his legs easily when facing someone he doesn't trust."

She can probably understand why she can survive so well among men.

Those strong men are probably her brothers, and people don't have a deep understanding of Adam's apple - there are not many educated mercenaries.

Luris Jino stared at her for a few seconds, then snorted for a while.

"So, why do you need mercenaries?" She shook her wine glass and fell back on the chair, but put down the boots that were on the table.

"First of all, I am not someone's wife—at least not now." Heidi said unhurriedly: "Secondly, one of my responsibilities is to protect Florence."

"The French are coming."

Although the news is not yet certain, the Medici people have already activated the communication network to confirm the departure time there, and hope that they can also verify it as soon as possible.

"You?" Luris looked at her smooth and white milk-like skin, and her beautiful face, which obviously hadn't suffered much, and frowned, "You want to participate in a war?"

"It's not participation." Heidi took a sip of her wine, her tone calm and relaxed: "It's manipulation."

The young leader of the mercenary group rolled his eyes, got up and was about to go out: "It's really an unrealistic idiot fantasy."

When she opened the door, Leonardo walked in with a gun in hand, glanced at Heidi who was sipping and taking a nap next to him, and said, "Are we done talking?"

"What is this?" Luris looked at the oddly shaped musket vigilantly, and found that not only did it not even have a fuse, but it also had complicated and unfamiliar mechanisms at the junction.

It wasn't any kind of gun she'd ever seen.

"Huh?" Heidi took another sip, still flipping through today's newspaper: "You can go now, Mr. Jino."

Da Vinci's first reaction was to look at her Adam's apple, showing a suspicious expression to this name.

The latter directly tossed back the helmet and fake beard, only showing a pair of eyes.

"Let's talk about this business."

So the place to discuss business was directly transferred from here to outside the ranch.

After two or three years, the flintlock musket jointly designed by Da Vinci and Heidi has been adjusted many times in terms of bullets and ballistics, and now it is easy to break through an iron door.

When Leonardo gathered a wild donkey that just passed by and let it roll over and over in an explosive way, Heidi stood behind and reminded him kindly.

"Mr. Jino, you can easily dislocate your mouth when you open it too much."

-2-

None of the mercenaries present knew this brand-new firearm, but its power was enough to frighten people so much that they wanted to back away again and again.

How could there be - such a terrifying thing?

A big hole was blown out of the chest of the collapsed wild donkey, and the killing speed was so fast that it was hard to believe one's own eyes.

"If you offer a discount, our people can consider renting this weapon to you—it still needs to be taken back when the time comes."

"Take it back?" Luris tried to reason with her: "Don't you think this kind of thinking is too naive?"

"Mr. Zino," Heidi said unhurriedly, "We will introduce several other smaller mercenary groups. If you tear up the contract, I think they will be happy to carve you up."

"You—" Luris snorted, turned her head and said, "Sign, sign today!"

The eldest brother is obviously a little uncertain: "Aren't you quite contemptuous on the way here today?"

"Do not talk nonsense!"

Facts have proved that the fanaticism of these mercenaries for guns is completely beyond their imagination.

Da Vinci entered into a state of preparation this time, and pulled out many of the stocks in the cellar to bask in the sun, so that the senior housekeeper Atalanti began to think about how many cellars were hidden in their home.

From flintlock guns to detachable cannons, as well as large movable crossbows under production, more than half of the ranch has become an ordnance testing base, and the targets that are blown up and shot every day are piled up for daily firewood.

Heidi finally recruited more than 8000 people, and basically all of them were in an unorganized and undisciplined state.

Although most of them have leaders, it seems that the leaders can only give some general instructions, and then pay a penny.

This kind of existence is a bit like a gadfly, it looks like a powerful cow, but in fact it will run away after sucking blood.

They happily changed their employers, reaped large and small benefits in wars, and harassed and plundered everywhere in peacetime.

Heidi pondered for a while and came up with a management method that is more suitable for this era.

——Clarify military ranks and military positions, and at the same time divide functions and troops.

"There should be a clear enough training plan." She lowered her head and drew a circle, and said slowly: "Atalanti, let them clear out a playground today."

This is the largest ranch she owns, but it is obviously difficult to support 8000 people.

But Heidi has always been very resourceful, and it is quite easy to settle their eating and drinking.

As long as the leadership is in place, there is actually no difference between mercenaries and hired workers.

She directly guided them to reclaim the wasteland outside the manor, build wooden houses as dormitories, and taught them how to make dormitory beds with bunk beds.

The 8000 people were divided into six troops, and the leaders from each regiment had titles and military positions that seemed more conspicuous and shining.

From logistics to reconnaissance, from firearms to cavalry, not only the functional boundaries and military merit distribution methods are clearly designed, but also the propaganda officer is responsible for popularizing science for each unit.

Medici's scouts soon got the news and wrote a secret letter to inform the French of the situation.

——The advance troops have set off a month ago, and I am afraid that they will arrive in the western part of the Apennine Peninsula in four months.

Heidi didn't show any panic after receiving the news. Instead, she called a meeting of those generals who were not familiar with each other, and asked Dejo, who had become the chief secretary, to award them military ranks and military uniforms.

Ritual is very important.

Procedures, honors, ceremonies, identities, people are always easy to step into a certain identity cognition unconsciously, and distance themselves from those below the ladder.

Those smelly and noisy mercenaries soon discovered that not only did they have to deal with strange training every day, but they also had to get up early to log or mine.

The reconnaissance team needs to perform high-intensity lap running exercises, and the musketeers must all undergo a vision test. The entire barracks is busy and orderly.

Not only is Heidi's income and expenditure more than balanced, but she is also constantly expanding her income.

She raised the prices of many commodities, and the output of purple began to be deliberately controlled to decrease, but the prices continued to stretch.

Although the merchants in and out of the city complained quite a bit, they didn't have the ability to fight back against the monopoly business.

And Da Vinci led the craftsmen to continuously improve and experiment with weapons. In the spare time of designing machinery and armor drawings, he was still pondering another question that had no answer at all——

Gunpowder itself, what is it that controls the intensity of the explosion?

ratio?shell material?launch method?ignition temperature

Several years ago, he designed a small explosive that could spray out many pieces of iron, but now when he is experimenting again, he always feels that he is going in and out of the door of truth. Sometimes it seems that he suddenly found the right direction, and sometimes Failed at a loss again.

Just two months after the training, Heidi directly ordered the legion to set off and head for the city of Lucca in the southwest.

Whether it's early or late, she must use the fastest speed to enter the checkpoint that the French army will definitely be interested in.

In the Italian-French war in history, King Charles VIII of France crossed the Alps with an army of [-] to [-], and fought all the way south from Milan to Florence.

But this time the war, from the reports of the spies, basically all came across the sea, but it is impossible to make an absolute estimate——

Whether it is by water or land, it is inevitable to snatch one of the most core fortresses, the city of Lucca.

This city, when she first served as a member of Florence, had already emphasized its importance many times.

Adjacent to Shikoku, the belly is close to the sea, has an excellent port, and a rather delicate location.

Lucca is not too far from Pisa City, where the guards have been pre-fortified, and it will be much easier to defend if they really want to fight.

If the situation is critical, they can go south and return to defend Florence, and retreat to the second.

And if the war situation is good, they can take advantage of the victory to pursue and take down many small cities along the coast.

Heidi has clearly made a complete plan, and she communicates quite frequently with Lorenzo.

——Michelangelo and Raphael collaborated on the design of a pair of armor, which not only doubled the effect of the armor against stab wounds, but also greatly reduced its weight.

Da Vinci breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the manuscript, and he didn't even bother to talk to Heidi, so he hurried to find the old craftsman Fabio with the blueprint.

It took nearly 20 days for the large army to break out of camp and arrive in Lucca.

The lord is a timid middle-aged man, and he has lost almost all his hair.

"Fight—war?" He repeated the word nervously, shaking his head and said: "You guys, you should find another place to guard, Lucca is a city of peace, and nothing has happened for more than 100 years—— There will never be war here, we are neutral!"

Luris rolled her eyes and tried to explain the seriousness of the situation to him. Heidi stopped her with her hand and confirmed again with a smile on her face: "What you mean, sir, is that it's not convenient to give us reinforcements. Don't you want us to stay here too long?"

The lord let out a long sigh of relief, and nodded his head several times: "That's it."

"Mr. Jino," Heidi said with a deeper smile, "You can just tie him up."

Then came the wailing of a certain lord in the castle.

It took only two hours for the entire army to occupy this small town that 'observes peace and neutrality'.

After all, there are not many mercenaries in this country, and the citizens who should have formed conscripts have closed their doors and windows in advance, and are indifferent to the chaos.

— After all, they are also neutral.

The castle was directly vacated as a command base and barracks, and the stragglers who originally belonged to Lucca City were all incorporated, and they also began to help open up the battlefield and strengthen the fortress.

This is a city facing the sea, and it is also the first line of defense facing the French fleet.

It was right and dangerous for Heidi to choose this place.

She took this place directly, purely to avoid those tedious and meaningless procedures.

What a waste of time dealing with pedantic and stubborn officials—

Sometimes it is possible to achieve the goal quickly with a sufficiently rough method.

But there is a new change, because the bald man was thrown into the cellar, everyone has a new name for her.

"Lord Lord."

When Heidi first realized that someone was calling her that, she originally wanted to explain, telling them that she was only temporarily unloading that unlucky guy for a while, and would return the seat to him when the army withdrew.

However, almost the entire army and the city of Lucca acquiesced that she was already the new lord, no different from Sforza who was suspected of killing the king in the city of Milan next door.

People looked a little more in awe when they looked at her, and the army was fully and adequately restrained, and they didn't harass the people before the war came. They were as good as a group of good citizens.

Only Leonardo knew all of this quite well, and he couldn't help but smile when he reported the progress to her every day.

He still spent time with her like a friend, and he would not rush to shorten the distance between them.

"This is the situation of the ordnance preparation yesterday." When those brown eyes looked at her, there was always a slight playful smile, and the clear and deep voice was unconsciously tainted with a bit of tenderness.

"—My lord."