After sending cavalry to support the left flank, Gonzalo's entire attention was focused on the front.

For him, the outcome of everything was in front of the front of him, which was less than half a league.

So he was not surprised to see that the flag of the Queen of Sicily also appeared at a very close front.

Even when there were sword and shield soldiers to fend him off the occasional stray bullet, Gonzalo did not waver from such danger.

At this time, the sun was already slightly westerly, and the soldiers on both sides were exhausted after a long day of fighting.

Even though many people were very close, they could only hold their weapons and stare blankly at the enemy on the other side.

Some of them were already sitting on the grass, and they looked around blankly, as if they had completely forgotten that they were living or dying on the battlefield.

Her lips were chapped and painful, and she felt as if every drop of water had evaporated.

Her beautiful blonde hair clung to her face, and her face was sticky everywhere, and sweat mixed with mud stains washed out black and white marks on her face.

Almost all of her attendants and staff officers had been sent by her to various units to either supervise the battle or replace the fallen officers.

Josha stood behind a low tree, surrounded by cuirassiers armed with muskets, less than 100 men the only force she had at her disposal.

Their mission is to defend the queen with their bodies when necessary.

When the battle reached this point, not only was it impossible to distinguish the battle lines, but even the establishment of the respective units had already been interrupted.

In the distance, she saw an enemy army that seemed to be barely able to maintain its formation.

She laboriously raised her hand to beckon a retinue to take a closer look at the number of enemy troops.

Just as she wondered if she should organize an attack to disperse the enemy as soon as possible, the attendant hurriedly, even a little panicked, and ran back.

"Your Majesty, Gonzalo, that's Gonzalo!" The squire was too tired to stand when he ran to him, but he still shouted words that lifted everyone's spirits instantly.

"Gonzalo?"

After only being stunned for a moment, Jisha gave the order: "Queue up, advance!" ”

The cuirassiers immediately formed a tight formation, and they stared at the opposite side to find their enemy.

The two sides were at a slight stalemate about a few dozen meters apart, and then after a brief moment, a fierce roar erupted almost simultaneously.

Gonzalo also saw the elite force on the other side, which was clearly the enemy, and then he accidentally noticed the other party's flag.

"Wang Qi?"

Gonzalo blurted out in surprise, he never thought that he would actually meet the Queen of Sicily's Imperial Forest Army on the battlefield!

Almost without thinking, Gonzalo's sword swung vigorously in the direction of the enemy, and at the same time gave the order to attack.

But the Castilians seem to have slowed down a bit.

It was this instantaneous difference that gave the Sicilian army the opportunity to shoot first.

"Bang Bang Bang~"

A burst of gunfire covered everyone's ears in an instant, gunsmoke gushed out, sparks flew everywhere, and screams immediately rang out.

The Castilian soldiers who were hit fell to the ground, and the attack that was supposed to be launched was completely interrupted.

It's just that the distance between the two sides is too close, and there is no chance for the 2nd round of shooting at all.

But just as the sound of gunfire was still ringing in his ears, Gonzalo seemed to hear the shouts of a young woman coming from the opposite side: "Grenadier, get on the bayonet!" ”

Gonzalo admitted that at that moment, he was slightly in a trance.

Despite having participated in numerous battles, he has never seen a woman on the battlefield.

And now he heard the voice of a young woman.

She shouted words that made him so unbelievable.

And that's exactly what he was going to order.

It's just that he's a little late.

Preemptive shooting allowed the Sicilians to seize precious opportunities.

Before the smoke had cleared, and the Castilians had not yet recovered from this sudden blow, the cuirassiers were already rushing towards the enemy with their muskets fastened with bayonets!

The array of snow flashes was so eerie even in the daytime, and the long bayonets, almost the length of the spear, like the fangs of a monster, suddenly burst out of the smoke and gnawed at the Castilians.

The sudden onslaught of the Castilians could not help but retreat, and some of their spearmen did not even have time to get close and line up their heavy spears before they were dashed by the enemy.

Looking at this scene, the muscles on Gonzalo's face trembled slightly.

The sudden rush of enemies didn't make him panic, but somehow, he felt as if he had lost a rare opportunity.

The fierce sound of trumpets sounded from near the flag of the King of Sicily, followed by a dense beat of drums.

The cuirassiers shouted as they formed a dense formation to the beat of horns and drums.

The sound of trumpets and war drums immediately spread in all directions, and the cheers of the Sicilians were remembered on the battlefield.

"Go up, don't back off," Gonzalo drew his sword, he knew the most critical time had come, "All go up, let's prove ourselves!" ”

Gonzalo said as he took a step forward, but then suddenly stopped, then turned to look to the left.

Although there was chaos on the battlefield, a piece of rising dust could still be faintly seen.

Gonzalo stood motionless and stared at his left flank, knowing that if it was the troops of Don de Queliar's troops, then he should have appeared in the line close to the enemy's flank.

But now, that force was advancing towards the flank of its central front!

"Cambrai."

Gonzalo muttered softly to himself.

At this moment, Gonzalo was finally shaken.

Sprint, forward, sprint, keep going!

The cuirassiers gasped and moved forward with tired steps.

The enemy opposite them was equally shaky, and it seemed that the next moment they would fall to the ground.

At some point, the Castilian forces retreated.

First it was a small strand, and then it gradually increased.

At first, he fought and retreated, but then gradually gave up resistance.

The cuirassiers had stopped, as they heard a command call from behind them to stop their advance.

A staff officer on horseback rushed to the front of the cuirassiers, the blood on his face had not had time to wipe away, and his voice was hoarse with excitement: "Stop advancing, guardsmen, you have completed your task, and Your Majesty wants me to tell you that she is proud to have a soldier like you!" ”

No one responded, and the guards who had stopped stood for a moment, then sat down on the ground.

Tsusha was still standing in front of the low tree, and there were only a few people around her now, but she wasn't worried.

Because the Castilians had begun to retreat.

When the Catalans finally appeared on the left flank, Gonzalo gave the order to retreat without delay.

At that moment he already knew that the battle was lost.

Although he had put in the last of his strength, he had not been able to crush the enemy on the crucial frontal front, as he had hoped.

On the contrary, the Sicilians pressed his front, pressing forward step by step.

The appearance of the Catalans dashed his last hopes.

It is clear that the reinforcement of the left flank by the knight of Don de Kliar has failed, and the knight himself should be unlucky.

At times like these, it's only a matter of time before you fail.

Gonzalo hoped to get his forces out of the way before the situation got worse.

Both sides have reached the point where they can no longer fight, and at this time, as long as he can get out of the battle as soon as possible, he will be able to retain at least some of his strength.

And he still has a large number of troops in Seville, which is enough to ensure that even if he loses, he still has the possibility of fighting.

Gonzalo's considerations were reasonable, he did not think about saving his troops when the situation was out of control, but once he saw that the situation was critical, he made a decision immediately.

It's just that his orders were not conveyed to his subordinates in time.

When Alexander led the Catalans to appear on the left flank of the enemy, what he saw was a pot of porridge that had been completely beaten into who and whom.

Many units have long been unable to maintain the most basic formations, and even their formations have been completely disorganized.

The entry of the Catalans in this situation not only became the key to the defeat of the Casrian army, but also made Gonzalo's retreat plan completely defeated.

The Catalans began to expel the Castilians on the battlefield, and more and more Sicilian troops joined the expulsion.

The orderly retreat was disrupted from the very beginning.

The Castrolians began to rout, and more and more troops gave up resistance and retreated purely to the rear.

Once this situation is formed, it can no longer be contained.

The Sicilian army, guided by horns and heralds galloping back and forth, gradually formed formation and pressed towards the retreating enemy.

Still thirsty, hungry and exhausted, even the most uninformed creeps now knew that they had won the battle.

Many of the Castilian soldiers who had not had time to escape gathered together, making their last stubborn resistance, watching the approaching enemy, many of them praying and shouting in despair.

A flag that looked familiar but rather unfamiliar appeared in front of them.

Someone began to shout to the Castilian soldiers: "In the name of Prince of Castile, Duke of Rome Thesia, heir to His Majesty Enrique IV, I command you to lay down your arms at once and stop resisting." ”

The soldiers stared at each other blankly, many of them did not know who the prince who had suddenly appeared was, but the next words of those who announced the order made the soldiers somewhat relieved.

"You are all brave soldiers of Castile, the prince will pardon your crimes, you can choose to serve the prince or go home, your honor is not insulted, you have done your duty as a soldier."

The Castilian soldiers listened dumbfounded, not knowing whether what the prince had said was true, and whether the prince had the right to pardon them.

But they knew they could live.

As soon as someone throws away the weapon in their hand, more people follow suit.

Watching the Sicilian army walk past them indifferently, the Castilian soldiers stared blankly at the corpses scattered all over the mountains, and finally someone let out an uncontrollable wail.

Gonzalo withdrew in the direction of Seville under the protection of the guards, and when he looked again into the battlefield, he saw that the driven Castilian army had completely lost control.

Gonzalo let out a soft sigh, and then mounted his horse at the urging of his attendant.

"Go back to Seville, at least we can rethink the next battle there."

Gonzalo gave the order to the people around him, and then he remembered something and said to one of his attendants in a deep voice: "You stay and wait until the battle is over to go to the queen and the Duke of Rome Thesia as an emissary, I want to know the whereabouts of the knight Don de Cleial." ”

The squire nodded respectfully, but before that he needed to hide himself, or he might become the gun of some Sicilian soldier before the battle was over.

Glancing back again, Gonzalo shook his head helplessly.

The entire Castilian front collapsed, the last resistance of the Castilian army had failed, and now they were able to do not retreat, but flee.

"To Seville."

Gonzalo finally left the battlefield, and he didn't look back again.

On the plain outside the town of Leo, Omo crouched in front of the corpse of a fallen war horse, slightly distracted.

Seeing his brother coming, he raised his head and looked at Kulash helplessly.

"It's like we're not doing anything in this fight."

Hearing his brother's frustrated complaints, Kulash just smiled, he walked to Omo's side and squatted down and reached out to stroke the body of the war horse that was still slightly warm, shaking his head and sighing: "This is a good horse, if it is in our hometown, it is a precious commodity." ”

Omo nodded, he knew that his brother had always aspired to be a landowner, but this wish would probably never come true.

"It's true that we didn't do anything, but if we hadn't captured the town, the Castilians would have taken the heights, and then they might have pushed us straight into the swamp behind."

Omo listened silently, chuckling as his brother raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "You're right Kulash, that's not bad, but it's still a little regrettable." ”

"What is there to regret," Kulash stood up and looked at the entire battlefield, where they could see almost the entire plain, looking at the plain where the smoke was still filled, listening to the sporadic gunshots that rang out from time to time, Kulash sighed softly, "The real regret should be me, look at this battle, the knights will be useless on the battlefield in the future, and the future war will be yours." ”

Omo also stood up and looked into the distance with Kulash, and at this moment he felt that his brother was right.

She sat in a makeshift saddle chair, and the lady-in-waiting, who had just arrived from behind, was helping her comb her hair with clean water.

Her face had been hastily washed, but if she looked closely, she could still see some shallow stains.

One by one, officers rushed to report to her on the progress on the battlefield.

The Castilians had completely withdrawn from the battle.

They had been preparing to fight back in a village not far away, but before they could regroup their forces, the Catalans led by the Duke had arrived.

The Castilian army had to continue to retreat, and then this last chance finally failed with the complete collapse of the force.

The Castilian retreated to the southern outskirts of Seville.

The Catalans continued the pursuit.

The Castilians then tried to cross the Guadaville.

Then, it was at that time that the explosion occurred.

"Did the Guadaville River Bridge explode?"

When she heard the news, she was stunned for a moment, and then continued to listen.

By this time, everyone knew that the army of the King of Castile had been completely defeated.

Cornered, Gonzalo is in danger of being wiped out on the banks of the Guadaville River.

At this time, his only option was to retreat upstream or downstream before the Sicilian army formed an encirclement.

Wherever he chose to retreat, it meant he had given up on Sevilla.

"Then he should retreat upstream," said Tsusha slowly, "we have sealed off the harbor, and it is impossible for him to escape from the sea." ”

The Queen's analysis was unanimously agreed by the attendants around her, but when they began to discuss fiercely whether they should continue the pursuit, they found that the Queen seemed to be a little absent-minded.

"Where's my brother?"

Ji Sha finally couldn't help but ask.

"The Duke is preparing a final pursuit of Gonzalo with the Catalans," said the officer of the report, with some excitement, "and perhaps he will soon be able to return." ”

"Soon, how long?"

She frowned imperceptibly, and she stood up and walked back and forth, but she didn't look as calm as she did when the battle was in full swing.

"Send someone to find my brother, I want to see him as soon as possible."

The officers around the queen secretly winked at each other, and some of them had meaningful expressions.

Whenever the Duke of Rome Thesia is mentioned, the queen's somewhat strange appearance is not unnoticeable, but many people never or dare not think about whether there is anything wrong with it.

However, this time the battle showed some clues.

The queen did not hesitate to throw all her troops into the battle for the sake of the duke, and the duke won the battle with an almost frantic attack.

This is a brother and sister who are so affectionate that they can even sacrifice for each other, which makes many people wonder how the two brothers and sisters will face the future of the two kingdoms once the war is over.

A cavalryman came in a hurry, still far away, and he shouted: "Duke, duke is back!" ”

Footing back and forth, she suddenly stopped, she looked up into the distance, and then saw Alexander galloping on a white horse.

He was covered in gunsmoke, his cuirass was tattered, and blood was spilling from the cloth he was holding on his forehead.

Looking at Alexander, who had already come to the front and turned over and dismounted, Jisha's hands couldn't help but clench tightly.

"I'm back."

Alexander smiled, then spread his arms.

Josha's feet moved, and her body rushed forward, slamming into Alexander's arms!

"I love you, my dear sister."

As the two embraced each other, Josha heard the words Alexander whisper in her ear.