On the southeastern side of the city, more than 150 Naples cavalrymen arrived as planned, only to see their own infantry screaming and running around like lambs pursued by a pack of wolves.
The cavalry commander was still hesitating when Denipol's Guard a street away noticed them.
A French Second Lieutenant raised an August 1798 Rifled Gun, slightly adjusted the rear sight, took aim, and pulled the trigger.
With a loud crack, the high-speed spinning Lead Bullet flew across a distance of more than 120 meters and drilled with a dull thud into the right chest of the Naples cavalry commander. The cavalrymen following behind froze for a moment, instantly panicked and shouted in dismay, then clustered around their heavily wounded commander and turned back toward the street corner. Major Denipol put away his Telescope and said to the Orderly Officer, "Order everyone to cease pursuit; we are not here to fight."
He was on a light raid this time and had brought no logistical supplies whatsoever, so the fighting from early morning until now had already consumed more than half of their Ammunition. He had to reserve Ammunition to cover Prince Charles's breakout from the city.
He looked at Kamas and asked, "Which way now?"
The latter frowned and said, "The rebels have set up a large number of barricades along Via Ostiense—well, His Highness actually taught them how. We need to avoid conflicts with them, so it's better to detour through the vineyards on the west side..."
Even as he spoke, he suddenly faintly heard the sound of applause coming from the buildings across the street.
Immediately, people in the church on the other side also began to applaud, and the sound gradually spread. In a mere half-minute, the surrounding applause had merged into one, and some people