War is the most intense and final form of all political acts, and this has been said by countless people many years later.

Then someone made it a little more simple and clear, that all truth is only within the range of a cannon.

There is also a simpler and more simple saying: the one with a big fist is the master.

But whether it's a high-minded political continuation or a fist theory, Alexander doesn't quite agree with it.

Although strength determines everything is the basic principle in this world, there are some things that may not be solved by strength alone.

Looking at the auxiliary bishop kneeling in front of Alexander VI, Alexander silently considered this very serious question in his heart.

It occurred to him at this time that these serious topics were close to philosophy, because the Pope was making the auxiliary bishops clear.

"You have blinded yourself with greed, God will guide the lost Lamb, but will not forgive the betrayer, so ask yourself whether you are a Lamb who has been tempted or a follower of Satan, and remember that everything cannot be concealed before God."

The Pope's tone was not stern, and even with a kind of earnest persuasion, but it was clear that the auxiliary bishop had failed the Pope's good intentions, as could be seen from the panic on his face and the trembling of his whole body.

"Your Majesty, I need to repent," the auxiliary bishop argued desperately, as if he thought he could still save it, so he lay on the ground and held the horns of Alexander VI's somewhat dirty robes and kissed him, "I am willing to obey you in everything, I am willing to be your slave." ”

Alexander noticed that the corners of the old man's mouth twitched slightly, and only those who knew him well would know that he was smiling at this time.

"I have indeed been touched by your piety, but it is up to you to decide whether or not you will be forgiven by God."

The Pope's voice was still flat as usual, and he was even stingy to reach out and touch the person kneeling in front of him, so he only looked down at the back of the head of the auxiliary bishop and said this.

But this sentence was enough to make the auxiliary bishop's already frightened brain suddenly become clever, and he raised his head to look at the high Pope, and said carefully: "Your Majesty, I am willing to show all my possessions, as well as my territory. ”

If it had been before, Alexander VI would have accepted the gift generously.

Now he just shook his head slightly, looking at the auxiliary bishop's expression with coldness.

"You are going to get God's forgiveness, not mine, so you should think about what to do, and if you don't understand, all that awaits you is a fair trial."

The auxiliary bishop looked at the Pope in a daze, he had heard of the Pope's greed a long time ago, and originally thought that giving everything he had should make a difference, but now it seems that things are not like this.

He involuntarily turned his head slightly, glanced at Alexander, who was standing behind him, and then he suddenly realized that he had indeed made a mistake.

"Your Majesty, in my capacity as Auxiliary Bishop of Andalusia, I would like to declare the recognition of the status of Prince of Castile, Duke of Rome Thesia."

The auxiliary bishop, who had suddenly become wiser, said hurriedly, and his look of urgency could not help but make people feel that if anyone opposed the duke, he would be the first to jump up and be in a hurry.

"Bishop, is this decision of yours because of your current situation?" Alexander VI seemed unmoved: "Know that your present situation can easily lead to the suspicion that you have been coerced, so that your words may be perceived as a compromise under duress." ”

"No, Your Majesty, I mean it in good faith," the auxiliary bishop hastened to justify his sincerity, "it is God's will that has made me see everything clearly, yes, it is a revelation of God, and I swear that there is nothing more sacred than this revelation." ”

The Pope looked at the auxiliary bishop with a scrutinizing gaze, and then nodded as if he had only understood: "This is good, I am glad for your piety, it is indeed a commendable decision, let me bless you my child." ”

The auxiliary bishop immediately knelt respectfully, clasped his hands together and whispered something to the pope's soft groan.

For a while, it seemed that some of them had really been inspired by God.

Alexander stood by and watched the scene.

Watching the auxiliary bishop go from initial trepidation to later comprehension, and then gradually his face was a little distorted by excitement, Alexander could only sigh that in this day and age, it is really not only fists that can solve the problem.

The whereabouts of the Archbishop of Andalusia were unknown at the beginning of the rebellion, and there is still no news of him.

And now, it seems, no one really cares about the whereabouts of the archbishop.

At least the auxiliary bishop didn't care, which is why Alexander let James stay with Seville's men and take advantage of the chaos to kidnap him to his side.

Just looking at the auxiliary bishop who had already stood up and listened respectfully to the pope's face, and whose face was shining from time to time, although this result was arranged by himself, Alexander still had the urge to slap him to the ground, and step on one foot again, so that he would never be able to turn over.

Schell hurried over, his face anxious, and he stood far away before he stopped and tore off his hat and bowed to the old man.

"What happened?"

Alexander walked over and asked a little strangely.

"Sir, that Don Bavi, he's dead."

Scheer's words stunned Alexander, who had already thought that Don Bavi would not let himself fall into Gonzalo's hands alive, not only because of his pride, but also because what he had done was not destined to be forgiven.

Therefore, instead of becoming the capital of others to show off their exploits before he died, or being sent to Ferdinand to be humiliated, and finally being hanged or even beheaded in humiliation, it is better to die with honor like a man of the Bukhalanser family, whom he himself was always proud of.

It's just that Alexander didn't expect things to happen so quickly, and he didn't think it would be so easy for Don Bavi to accept his fate.

This person has been preparing for so long, how can he give up so easily?

"What about Sister Alfurt?" Alexander suddenly remembered the woman.

"I haven't heard of it, the messenger only said that the Castilian had intercepted Don Bavi's ranks, but the knights of Don Bavi were really brave, and they rushed at the enemy under the banner of the duke, as if to tell them that they were there."

Schell spoke to Alexander with admiration about the deeds of the Duke's men, until he was interrupted by Alexander's sudden raising of his hand.

"Don Bavi's men, are they charging under the banner of Buharanse?"

"Yes, sir!"

"They rushed directly into Wang Jun's ranks?"

"Yes, sir."

"And then they all died there?"

"Yes...... Master? ”

Seeing Scheer's face gradually change from excitement to suspicion, Alexander's own expression gradually became gloomy.

"Sir, you don't think the duke is not dead, do you?"

Schell asked tentatively, feeling as if his mind couldn't figure out that much.

"No, there are too many people who know Don Bavi, unless he also likes to train shadow knights."

Seeing that Schelle was at a loss, Alexander waved his hand casually: "You don't need to know this." ”

"Oh." Schell nodded honestly.

If he didn't know Don Bavi as a person, Alexander might have thought that he was doing it to protect his dignity in his last moments.

But because he knew the duke so well, Alexander didn't believe that Don Bavi could be so stupid.

Maybe in the last moment when there is no way out, he will choose to die with dignity, but as long as there is a glimmer of life, this person will not give up his life for illusory honor.

Otherwise he wouldn't have planned for so long, just waiting to take advantage of that Sister Alfurt to take the throne.

So what did he do it for?

Alexander couldn't help frowning, he pondered Don Bavi's actions, and for a moment felt as if he had grasped some key, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"Isn't there that Sister Alfort?"

He asked softly again, and saw that Schell, who was standing on the side, just shook his head silently, his eyebrows gradually condensed together.

In Don Bavi's rebellion, Sister Alfurt is the key to everything.

Her presence determines the legitimacy of Don Bavi's rebellion, which may not seem like a refutation, but as long as she has the blood descendants of the Astamara family in her hands, it is enough to make him invincible.

Did Don Bavi hide that woman again?

This thought lingered in Alexander's mind, but for a moment he could not be sure.

For Don Bavi, Sister Alfurt was his trump card, but at least he had to live.

If he gives his life, this chess piece that he has painstakingly cultivated is likely to fall into the hands of others.

So why did Don Bavi protect Sister Alfurt in such a drastic way?

Alexander had already determined that Don Bavi's fanfare was intended to attract the royal army.

After all, for Castile, he was the biggest rebel leader.

Whether you escape or die in battle, you can firmly attract Gonzalo and his army.

Then this is enough to give some people the opportunity to escape.

And the only one who can make Don Bavi pay such a price seems to be Sister Alfurt.

It's just that he would make such a sacrifice for that woman?

Alexander was deeply skeptical.

There must have been some reason, a reason enough for Don Bavi to protect the woman at the expense of himself, that would prompt him to make such a drastic move.

Alexander had a sense that Don Bavi's actions today might cause some trouble in the future.

It's just that now I can't take care of that.

As you can imagine, with the death of Don Bavi and the fall of the Doge's Palace, the battle in the north of Seville was drawing to a close.

At this time, Gonzalo probably also sensed that he was facing a very troubled situation.

In addition to the model army in his hands, Gonzalo is obviously not many troops that can be mobilized now.

The Sicilian army, on the other hand, was able to quickly engage the Castilians with at least a lot more troops than the model army.

2500 vs 1800.

Model Army vs. Grenadier Corps.

In addition to the fact that the difference between the two sides is not very large, Gonzalo can now mobilize much fewer troops than Jisha.

A trumpet sounded from the front of the barracks, followed by a succession of trumpets in the distance.

Alexander saw several officers hurrying towards the king's tent, and at the same time saw some of the artillerymen who had been following the various companies hauling their guns out and hanging up the pack horse carriages.

Alexander hurriedly said goodbye to the Pope, who was still teaching the auxiliary bishops, and followed the officers to the king's tent.

When he came to the king's tent, he heard the voice of the thussa coming from within.

"My generals, please remember that any battle is cruel, and war determines the fate of each of us, so I want you to invest every soldier, and any army that still has nothing to do after a battle is stupid."

"But Your Majesty, if that happens we may not have enough reserves."

A young, slightly familiar voice reminded from the side.

Alexander walked into the tent and saw a young man in the uniform of a staff attendant standing beside him.

"Reserves are necessary, and I believe that even a company officer will try to leave a little strength in his hands as a guarantee," Alexander glanced at the staff attendant, who recognized the young man's name as Omo, "but if an officer has soldiers in his hands who have not been engaged in battle after a battle, it only means that he is not qualified as a commander." ”

Alexander's words made Jossa smile, and she knew that her brother would support her, because she was using the same theories in the book Alexander had written.

"Let me remind you again, it is Gonzalo that we are going to fight," Jossa said with a glint in her eyes, even in the battle with King Louis of France in Siena, she was not so excited, "This battle will decide the fate of several kingdoms, and perhaps even the fate of the whole of Europa. ”

The Sicilian officers' breath quickened as they looked at each other, and they saw the same excitement, nervousness, and vague trepidation in the eyes of others.

"It is possible that the Castilian army will regroup after dark." Omo reminded with a little worry.

"It's inevitable, Gonzalo should have discovered our intentions, but things may not go his way," said Jossa as he picked up his scepter and drew a long straight line along the Guadaville River on the map, "Once an army is deployed, it is difficult to gather back quickly, and the same is true of the Castilians, they are too scattered. ”

"But we can't attack at night, so they have one night to regroup."

Omo still looked solemn, he was not discouraged by the fact that he had been refuted by the duke's siblings at the same time, on the contrary, he still seemed to want to prove himself.

Looking at the squire staff who were arguing with reason, Alexander was not annoyed by Omo's constant rebuttals, he felt that this young man was very similar to Ofrai, and even more suitable for the staff officer than Ofrai.

After all, Oflaiyi is sometimes too accustomed to following orders and lacks assertiveness.

"If it's just on the battlefield, you're right, but it's in the city, it's in Seville, and for the Casdilians, the capture of Seville means the suppression of the rebellion, so neither Gonzalo nor anyone else will easily give up the places that have been occupied."

Alexander said with a smile on his face, he knew that his reason sounded a little too much to take for granted, and it would be even more risky to make a plan according to this.

Even he knew that Gonzalo must have been aware of the problem, but even so, he would not give up the places he had occupied.

It's not Gonzalo's problem, it's that he has to.

As proof of quelling the rebellion, the capture of the north of Seville was a sign of victory for the royal army of Castile.

If the northern part of the city were to be occupied by the Sicilian army, even if only a brief Sicilian flag was raised in a small area, it would not be tolerated for the Castilians.

Therefore, they must firmly control the city across the Guadaville River, which will inevitably disperse some of their forces.

It was a decision that was unavoidable, but Gonzalo Córdoba had to.

Even centuries later, decisions to compromise on the battlefield for reasons outside the battlefield abound.

It is always politics and not purely military issues that decide wars.

Ferdinand, on the other hand, may tolerate Gonzalo's arrogance and arrogance, but he will never tolerate the abandonment of the places he has already occupied.

Even if it's just for a short time.

It was about his right to rule the land as regent of Castile and king of Aragon, and another monarch of the Astamara family.

Listening to Alexander's analysis, looking at her brother's Jisha smiled, she felt that her brother at this time was the most charming.

Maybe at other times he's either gentle, unrestrained, or a little bad, but in front of the map, behind the desk, or on the battlefield always makes Josha his favorite.

"So let's see how many enemies we have to face." Josha tapped her baton on the map.

"The strength of the Castilian is about 6,000," Omo immediately reported in a timely manner, "in addition to the model army, the royal army has about 3,500 men, but it is ......"

"But it's obviously impossible for them to mobilize so many troops now."

An officer excitedly continued, although he was still very wary of Gonzalo, but with the analysis of the queen's siblings, the Sicilian officers gradually gained confidence.

"And how many troops can they muster?"

Another officer also asked, and he looked at Omo, and when he saw that the staff officer of the squire did not seem to be able to give an accurate number for a while, he involuntarily looked at Alexander.

But it was Tsusha who answered him.

"If he is going to hold the entire north bank of the Guadaville River, and also to exterminate the rebel nobles who try to escape, then perhaps at least one regiment of troops will do."

"How many people are that?"

An officer whispered to his companion.

"If he didn't guess wrong, he needed 1000~1500 people to complete this task." Alexander said and looked over to Josha.

He was met with a pair of eyes that were also looking at him.

"That is, Gonzalo can fight us with about 5,000 troops or less," Jossa still looked at Alexander's face as her voice grew impassioned, "Prepare my generals, for a battle that will decide the fate of all!" ”

"Long live the Queen!"