The roar of artillery fire and shells hitting the target was almost simultaneously, which made the loud noise even more powerful, and the faint tremors from the ground caused a panicked shout.

Juan Fernando Don Bandraz rushed out of the room in a state of confusion, his face not showing much panic, but his scrambled demeanor betrayed him.

At this time, the mayor of Madrid had completely failed to care about the proper manners, after all, this sudden attack deeply shocked the people in the palace.

Seeing Alexander and Gonzalo, who were guarding the guards walking briskly from the opposite side, Don Bandraz tried not to look so flustered.

He immediately greeted him, and at the same time eagerly asked a few entourages who happened to be hurrying next to him: "What happened, rebellion?" ”

Seeing the mayor's angry appearance, and hearing his words again, Alexander suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was so familiar that he almost blurted out: "No, it's revolution." ”

Then he shook his head at once, and threw aside this very unlucky thought.

The people gathered in the corridor stopped to look in the direction from which the cannon was fired, and in the mayor's nervousness, the pressure mountain and Gonzalo's faces were full of confusion and doubt.

"That's right."

"Probably not."

"That's it, but it's weird."

"It's weird."

Listening to the endless conversation between the two people, the mayor tried his best to resist the urge to yell for the two of them.

At last noticing Don Banderaz's anxious look, Gonzalo felt that he should be reassured.

"It's a little strange that the sound of artillery fire and shells hitting the ground almost simultaneously is so strange that shells always have to fly in the air before they hit."

Hearing Gonzalo's explanation, Don Bandraz nodded vigorously, and then looked at Gonzalo with a curious look.

Alexander, who was next to him, had to continue to explain: "So their shells did not hit the palace, and now it seems that it is in that direction." ”

In fact, even if Alexander did not point it out at this time, everyone had already noticed a puff of smoke and dust rising not far from the outside of the palace.

It was clear that this was the site of the shelling, but from the location of the smoke and dust, it was clearly far from the outer walls of the palace.

Hearing the sound of the cannons, the guards who had quickly assembled had already rushed in the direction of the shelling, and at the same time, Gonzalo's guards, including the hunters, followed by the outermost garrison, which had followed Gonzalo back to Madrid earlier, had surrounded the palace layer by layer.

Don Banderaz could detect that the Balkans beside Alexander and his soldiers were staring at them, which was annoying, but Don Banderaz chose to ignore them.

For Don Bandraz, it was really dangerous at this time, if he made a slight move here, he could be cut into meat sauce by the Balkans, but if the rebels outside the palace broke in, it was possible to cut him into meat sauce with the Duke of Rome Thesia.

Don Bandraz decided to take the risk, he wasn't really sure if the sudden appearance of the Castile prince would make it to victory, but when he needed to bet on a certain family and couldn't continue to waver, the mayor of Madrid only hesitated for a moment before making a decision that could affect his life in the future.

"Your Highness, you can command my men directly," said Don Bandraz in a loud voice, and then continued in spite of the slightly changing faces of the attendants beside him, "In addition, I can summon the citizens to form a people's army in the name of the mayor of Madrid." ”

Alexander glanced at Don Bandraz, and his impression of the man changed slightly.

Sleek but very good at seizing opportunities, such people are often too smart, and sometimes they are indecisive.

But this Juan Fernando Don Bandraz does not seem to be such a person.

When he had to make a choice, Alexander's decisiveness surprised him a little, but again, he would not hesitate to betray.

It's just that now Alexander wasn't worried about what he would do.

"Let your men follow General Gonzalo's orders, and I think the matter will be resolved soon."

Alexander nodded in agreement, then chuckled softly, but then looked in that direction with a brow on his back.

Gonzalo looked into the distance with a gloomy expression, he felt a little shameless, just as he had just assured the duke that there would be no accidents, someone had taught him a harsh lesson with a cannon.

A group of soldiers ran towards the outside of the palace, and at the same time a loud shout came from the fortress.

Although the El Pardo Palace was no longer as military and defensive due to the environment at the time, it is still a very strong castle.

Alexander's arrival reminded the palace of its original purpose as a fortress, not as a royal palace.

The soldiers did not enter or exit through the gates, which had been closed long ago, but exited the palace through a tunnel that sloped down from the upper level of the fortress.

The ramp is very steep, and the stone steps are inclined, but extremely difficult to navigate.

The openings were made of heavy stone slabs and thick wooden beams, and in the event of an attack, the entrance and exit were immediately sealed.

And the unusually sloping, narrow steps simply made it impossible to stand on them for a long time to break the gate blocked overhead.

It's a very old design, but it's useful.

When Gonzalo climbed the walls, he saw that there was already a small phalanx of soldiers outside the city.

Farther away, you can see the place where the smoke is still drifting, and there are many people there, as if people are running and shouting.

Gonzalo stared at it closely, his years of experience in the war made him quickly realize that something seemed to be wrong on the other side, and to his surprise, the number of people on the other side seemed to be much smaller than he had guessed.

"Let's see what's going on." Gonzalo instructed the people around him, and when he saw the hesitation of several Madrid officers, his gaze fell on the face of the officer he had forcibly brought back, "You lead the team." ”

The team officer hesitated, and then silently asked someone to help him take off his armor and walk slowly down the steps along the ramp.

Looking at the back of the officer, and then at the soldiers he led, Gonzalo fell into deep thought for a moment.

Under the leadership of the team officer, the phalanx gradually formed a three-layer horizontal formation, and they cautiously approached with the weapons in their hands, because of nervousness, from time to time someone freed up their hands to wipe the sweat that splashed into the corners of their eyes, irritating to the pain.

As he approached, the situation on the other side became clearer and clearer, and the captain's face gradually changed from surprise to strangeness.

A group of people who can't say they are military or civilians are gathered in a mess, and their equipment is also a mess.

They carried a variety of weapons, some of them wearing fine armor and holding sharp two-handed swords with gems still shining in the sun, others rusty spears that looked like they had not seen the light of day for a long time, and some simply wooden chains that were used to beat the grass.

However, to the surprise of the soldiers, there was a brand-new cannon in the open space in front of these people, and not far in front of the artillery, there was a shallow crater that had apparently just been smashed by a shell.

Looking at the shallow pit that was still emitting smoke and dust, the team officer licked his tongue slightly, and then involuntarily looked back behind him.

It's not far from the royal palace, and the damage that a single cannonball can do at such a close distance may not be huge, but if it is coincidental, it may be possible to work a miracle.

But these people obviously did not use such a powerful weapon, so much so that the cannonball fired directly smashed a crater in a bulging mound not far in front of them

And as they got closer, the captain finally recognized a few of those people who seemed to be the leading nobles.

Looking at the crowd that seemed to be still overwhelmed by the artillery accident, the officer only hesitated for a moment before making a decision.

"Queue forward, prepare for the flat stab!"

The soldiers obviously didn't have too many scruples, they just honestly raised their weapons as the officer ordered, and pointed their spears at a distance towards those who were already a little flustered.

Someone on the other side began to shout loudly, as if to ask the commander to stand up and speak, but no one paid attention to him.

The reflection of the sharp spear blade made many people cold in the scorching summer day, and they looked at the nobles who were leading the way in horror, and when they saw that their shouts seemed to have no effect at all, some began to quietly retreat.

"Don't run away, for the king!" A nobleman in ornate armor urged his servants to help him onto his horse, and the heavy armor and lining on his body were so hot that he gasped incessantly, and he even felt that if he didn't rush to the peak again, he might faint first.

A dull cry burst out from the mask that had actually been lowered, and he raised the spear in his hand, and as he clamped the horse's belly with all his might, the horse that was also draped in his whole body rushed towards the oncoming procession.

The soldiers suddenly became nervous, and the tall horse on the opposite side and the knight with the same full armor on his back looked like demons from hell, although he was only a person, but when he rushed towards him, the soldiers felt as if they were facing a terrible army that could crush them to dust at any moment.

The knight's retinue also cheered, and the knight's brave act at this moment infected everyone.

The soldiers on the opposite side became no longer terrifying, shouts rang out from the crowd, and all kinds of weapons were raised high.

"For the king!" Someone shouted loudly and lunged forward at the same time.

When one person is willing to rush forward, it will lead more people.

Under the influence of the brave actions of the knight and his retinue, the originally fearful people seemed to burst out of their bodies with infinite courage!

They raised their weapons high and shouted a heartfelt roar!

The crowd rushed towards the soldiers on the other side, who were somewhat panicked by the accident.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

First there was a loud bang, and then a series of fierce and dense gunfire rang out at this time.

Smoke rose from the woods on either side of the platoon, and the explosion of bolt primers and the whistling of projectiles mingled with the eardrums.

A black spot visible to the naked eye pounced on the sprinting knight like an enraged wild bee.

Immediately afterward, there was a dense and terrifying sound.

Large and small pits were instantly punched out of the knight's bright armor, and his body trembled on the horse.

In the end, it was a huge projectile fired from a heavy musket that killed him.

The projectile pierced his face armor, and his helmeted head seemed to have been punched hard, and he threw it backwards, and then the whole person fell off the running horse like a fallen Samson.

A cloud of dust smashed up on the ground, and it also completely smashed the newly mustered courage of those who followed him.

Their forward steps stopped as the dust kicked up by the knight who fell under his horse, and even though their companions rushed up and knocked down the people in front of them, they still brathed desperately backwards, not daring to take another step forward.

The officer looked behind him in astonishment, and saw a small group of musketeers in the woods reloading with ammunition.

The choking smoke was still wafting through the forest, and a line of musketeers who had taken over from their companions had passed through the gap in the front team, and they all raised their weapons in their hands.

Even if it is just a shooting action, even a brave soldier will be terrified in the face of the muzzle of the black hole.

And these king's allegiants were obviously not as brave as they imagined, and when they saw such a brave and invincible knight lord being knocked down in a round, the courage they had just mustered was long gone.

Now that I saw the musketeers putting on a posture that they were going to kill them all, I don't know who shouted "Run!" first! In an instant, those people threw down their weapons as if they had just woken up from a dream, and scattered in a hurry.

The musketeers did not shoot any more, but approached slowly from both sides, and then, together with the Madrid soldiers, like shepherds, drove the "flock" into the street in the distance.

Halfway through, some of them cleverly escaped from the crowd of runners, burrowed into the alleyway on the side of the street, and then ran for their lives.

The soldiers paid no attention to the fleeing rebels, they simply forced the hordes of rebels fleeing blindly through the streets to keep running.

Until finally one of them couldn't hold on anymore and ran slower and slower and gradually fell behind.

"Raise your spear!"

The officer gave a chilling order.

Sharp spears lined up in a terrible jungle with their fingers pointing forward, and the blood dripping from the spears left scarlet marks on the way.

The rebels, or rather, a rabble of rabble, watched in fear as they approached the approaching soldiers, and at this time their faces no longer had the fierce and almost fanatical passion they had before, and the only thing that remained was a stiff expression of panic and numbness from too much fear.

"They don't dare, they don't dare," said a young nobleman, who repeated the phrase over and over again, and then he mustered up the courage to step out of the crowd and stand in front, shouting to the soldiers who were coming towards them, "For God's sake, listen to me, I am ......"

"Shoot!"

A roar that had gone out of tune, not knowing whether it was nervous or fearful, rang out from the ranks of the Madrid soldiers.

The voice seemed to be mixed with a catharsis of helplessness and anger.

The musketeers, who had been vigilantly monitoring the rebels on the opposite side, reacted accordingly almost as soon as the order was given.

Fierce gunfire erupted in the streets, filling the streets with smoke and sparks, and the whole street was completely enveloped in screams, cries for help, and cries of terrified utterance.

Residents on both sides of the street looked out of their windows in horror at the hellish scene, and when someone tried to open the door to help the hapless people who had fallen to the ground and kept calling for help, they were immediately hit back by bullets flying from outside.

This day is destined to be an unforgettable one for the people of Madrid.

Anyone who has experienced it will not forget the tragedy that took place on the streets of Madrid on this day, even many years later.

The terrible gunfire came and went, and people could only hide inside and listen in horror to the movement outside.

Eventually, the gunfire gradually subsided, and some people in the street began to shout loudly, and at the same time, a series of creepy screams and moans could be faintly heard.

Soldiers began to knock on doors, which made the citizens tremble again.

However, they soon learned that they had been recruited to help collect the bodies.

It was only when people walked out into the street that they found that the otherwise flat street was littered with corpses lying in pools of blood and people who might move from time to time.

Blood flowed slowly down the gutters on both sides of the street, forming a terrifying crimson stream.

The officer stood in the middle of the street with a dull face, his body needed to be supported by his sword to stand firm, but even so, if you passed by him, you could see that his body was constantly shaking slightly, and whenever someone approached, he looked like he was frightened.

He noticed that his soldiers looked at him strangely, but they were not at all to blame them.

No one would have thought that it would be this officer who would give the order to shoot first, and he did not even give the other side any opportunity to explain and offer negotiations.

Even the musketeers looked at him with a strange look.

No one would have imagined that this massacre, which might have been avoided, would end in such a horrific and brutal way, only because of the sudden and frenzied orders of an old Madrid officer.

This result surprised even Alexander and Gonzalo, who heard the report.

They thought of the possibility of a brutal massacre, after all, in the face of the rebels, only brutal means could effectively suppress them.

But they didn't expect the result to be so tragic, or rather a little terrible.

"226 people?"

"Yes, my lord, we have found so many people," one soldier reported to Gonzalo, "except for a few who escaped halfway, we have killed and wounded most of the rebels in the streets, and the bodies of those men are still concentrated in the streets. ”

"Rest assured, Your Highness, I will try to deal with this matter as much as I can," Don Banderaz came from somewhere, and after listening to the soldier's report, he came over and offered to solve the big problem in front of him, "It's a terrible day, but those people are also to blame." ”

Gonzalo looked at Alexander with a gloomy expression, he had not expected this to be the result, although he had commanded larger battles and seen more casualties, the slaughter in the streets was something he had never done before.

Alexander lowered his eyes and thought silently, the change in Madrid was indeed unexpected for him.

It's just that now that it has happened, he doesn't regret it.

Or that the form does not allow him to be so sentimental.

"Do what you have to do, Lord Mayor," Alexander finally broke the silence and ordered, then he looked at Gonzalo to the side and muttered a little before whispering, "It looks like we're going to change our plans about something." ”

Don Banderaz hurriedly got into the carriage and ran out of the palace under the protection of a detachment of guards.

However, his convoy had not gone far from the palace when he met the soldiers led by the officer who had just returned.

Looking at the captain who had come to the carriage and bowed to him, Don Banderaz did not speak, but his eyes did not stop flickering.

"I did as you commanded," the officer reported in a low voice, and then he held his forehead and moaned under his breath, "God will not forgive me." ”

"Yes," said the mayor of Madrid, in a somber tone, "God will forgive all who succeed, unless you are unlucky enough not to do what I tell you to do." ”