The musketeer Uomoto sat on the platform of a well with indignation, and from time to time he passed by to look at him, or shouted at him to stay out of the way while fetching water, which made Uomoto even more angry.

Uomoto didn't understand what he was doing wrong.

Filled with joy, Uomoto not only did not receive the reward he imagined, but he was also inexplicably relieved of his duties as the minor flag officer of the musket team.

Uomoto then becomes a lonely ghost who no one cares about, and he tries to return to his original unit, but the commander tells him that he has not only been relieved of his duties, but also removed from the musket team.

He suddenly became a superfluous man, and did not take him anywhere, but he was still a soldier of the Castilian army, and according to the term of his service, he had to serve the kingdom's army for at least 4 months.

This was a disaster for Uomoto, as he suddenly found that he had a problem even eating because he had no troops to belong to.

Looking at the soldiers coming and going, smelling the fragrant food and broth in their hands, Uomoto wanted to get in front of the food delivery truck for a meal.

But these people will not work, according to the new logistics system, the Castilian army has just reorganized the logistics troops.

Unlike in the past, where no one paid much attention to the logistics organization, this time even Gonzalo was very serious about participating in the new logistics unit formation.

The most obvious aspect of this change is that soldiers in the army have less time to eat food and more food to eat.

"It's hard to imagine a unit of several thousand men eating in the same place, so that maybe the first soldier who receives the food is about to go hungry again, and the last soldier may not see the shadow of the food truck."

Although this is somewhat exaggerated, in fact, the rigid logistics supply in the past has indeed brought too much unnecessary material and time waste to the army.

Now, the soldiers are given the same food quota according to the location and number of troops.

Of course, this is not perfect, and even the soldiers in some places are noisy because they can't find food, but most of the troops are indeed eating faster than before, which naturally makes the soldiers very satisfied.

However, because of their respective meals, the number of soldiers gathered decreased, and naturally almost everyone knew each other, so Uomoto's plan to eat was frustrated.

Uomoto didn't know what was wrong, but he remembered that when he saw the flag, Lord Gonzalo was first surprised, then undisguised joy, and everyone was excited about the precious trophy.

But somehow, after listening to his account of the capture of the flag, Lord Gonzalo and the regent suddenly stepped aside and whispered.

Uomoto remembered seeing what seemed to be a slight argument between the two of them, and then they looked over to him, and then the two of them left one after the other.

Since then, Uomoto has suddenly become an unlucky guy that no one cares about.

Uomoto wasn't stupid, he could vaguely guess what the two big men seemed to be playing him up, which made him nervous and a little expectant, but after a long time he began to worry if the two adults had forgotten about him.

It was not uncommon for Uomoto to hear that a letter had been sent to Isabella, and the queen had told the man to stay there and not move, and that he would bring it back when she had written it back.

But somehow Isabella forgot about it, and the messenger did not dare to move the place, so he waited alone in the snow for two days and two nights, and when the queen finally remembered to write a reply, she suddenly told her that the messenger had died of pneumonia because he had been frozen in the snow for too long.

Uomoto didn't want to end up like this, so he asked around asking what the Lord Regent and Master Gonzalo were doing, but apparently no one wanted to tell him, so the musketeer Uomoto continued to wait hungry.

In fact, Uomoto's worries were not superfluous, and Alexander and Gonzalo were indeed the soldiers who "forgot".

Or rather, they don't care about a small musket team at all.

Despite the haste of the battle, the Aragonese army was able to fortify the existing walls of the city of Gael.

A large number of stones were transported to the head of the city, which were used to strengthen the city walls and weapons to smash at the enemy after the siege began, and batches of houses were forcibly demolished as reinforcement materials, and Ferdinand's gloomy face finally showed a little relief when he saw the high walls that were gradually erected to resist the enemy's infantry attack.

Ferdinand did not want to fight an Iberian siege of Bucharest between Gawell and Alexander, he only wanted to wait for the arrival of reinforcements from Zaragoza to launch a counterattack, and this hastily built fortification, which still looked very strong, was the basis for him to resist Alexander's army.

"I don't want you to be a hero and drag that Gombray behind the wall, so that he doesn't have time to retreat, then we will succeed."

Ferdinand would say this was not unfounded, according to his calculations, Zaragoza's reinforcements would only take 2 to 3 days to reach Gawell, and Zaragoza could send 4,000 men in addition to leaving enough defenders.

By that time he would have twice as many troops as Alexander, and the coalition forces would have suffered heavy casualties and would be exhausted from the attacks of the past few days, and then it would be time for him to counterattack.

Perhaps I could later say that all of this was a plan I had planned to retreat from the enemy, so that the defeat of Rometown would have a fully plausible explanation.

Ferdinand felt that he now had time to think about how to whitewash his previous defeats, and although Cassie's forces were menacing, he was no longer so nervous.

Alexander was also slightly surprised by the fortifications that the Aragonese army had erected in just two days, and he had to admit that man could indeed exert extraordinary potential under extreme pressure.

This reminded him of the collapse of the Theodotus Wall of Constantinople in the Eastern Roman Empire due to an earthquake, and the Eastern Romans, who were under the threat of the Bulgarians coming to the city at any time, repaired a large part of the destroyed city wall in just 2 months with incredible speed and efficiency, and finally saved Constantinople.

However, the walls of Gawell ......, and Alexander couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"Can our artillery destroy this wall?" Alexander asked a Castille officer next to him.

"Your Highness, I can't say this well, you must know that the cannonballs that our artillery can shoot are not very powerful, if it is used to hit the enemy's soldiers, it is no problem, but I don't know what will happen to the city wall."

Officer Lolo's long-winded answer made Alexander frown secretly, and he couldn't help but think of his artillery general, if Gompati was here, with his familiarity with the performance of artillery and the experience of many battles, he could give him a clear answer whether he could succeed or not, but now he could only know after trying.

Gonzalo sensed Alexander's vague displeasure, he looked over, and seeing that Alexander didn't say anything more, Gonzalo walked up to the officer and patted him on the shoulder to signal him to leave, and then he whispered, "Thank you, Your Highness." ”

Hearing Gonzalo's words, Alexander smiled, he knew that Gonzalo was thanking him for not openly scolding the officer because he was unhappy, which was obviously a sign of respect for Gonzalo's commanding authority, especially when he thought that this man had openly deprived the Neapolitan king Alfonso II of his military power in the Battle of Naples, Alexander could appreciate his sensitivity in such matters.

Gonzalo's gratitude for not interfering with command made Alexander feel that this was a good sign, or that the unruly Castilian general had finally begun to see himself as a courtier, otherwise he would not have seen Alexander's restraint as a sign of respect and support for him, but rather as what he deserved.

However, this did not change the fact that the walls of Gawell were in front of them, so almost at the same time, neither of them looked away at the cannons not far away.

"We may be able to use these cannons to blow up the walls directly, Your Highness."

"It would be nice if there were a few mortars, General."

The two men stood in front of the cannons and looked at these weapons that had just been used to great power not long ago, and then looked at the walls of Garel in the distance, and couldn't help but worry.

Alexander did not want to sacrifice his soldiers for nothing, because this army was the seed of his future establishment of a truly powerful army of the Spanish Empire, and his future enemies should not be underestimated, among which the Austrians would soon become his fierce rivals, and the French, who now seemed to be happy to cooperate, would also become opponents.

This required the rapid creation of a strong army, and in this respect, although it was true that the Spanish army was invincible on the continent, he did not want to repeat that historical Spanish army.

Therefore, to build a modern armed force in the true sense of the word, it is almost necessary to start from scratch, so that today's Sicilian army has become a ready-made model.

And if the Sicilian army was preserved alone, it would undoubtedly cause dissatisfaction among the Castilians, and he did not want the Sicilians to feel special, because it would develop bad habits in them, which would not be beneficial to a united Spain in the future.

In order to maintain this balance, it is necessary to take into account the minimization of casualties among the entire coalition forces.

Alexander felt a little tired, and he now really understood why many countries tend to make decisions that even a layman would find too stupid when making military plans, which are actually more influenced by factors outside the battlefield than on the battlefield.

Now, for example, he must think about how to defeat the enemy as quickly as possible and protect himself, rather than making decisions that are more in line with the battlefield situation, as a pure battlefield commander does.

"Ferdinand must be kept busy anyway," Gonzalo whispered, looking at the distant walls, "and only if he keeps him busy, he will not think of any intrigues." ”？

Alexander was in favor of Gonzalo's caution, and if the reason why he had not lost in his contest with Ferdinand so far was because he was well aware of the attitude of those around him, then Alexander was still very jealous of Ferdinand himself.

Isabella was a queen of great talent, but whether it was her own short life or some other reason, it was Ferdinand who was the victor of the two of them in the end, and that alone should not be underestimated.

The artillery began firing at a close distance, and in order to fend off the cold guns and arrows on the walls, Gonzalo ordered the removal of some of the nearby houses that had been used to pick up improvised fences and barriers.

This of course aroused the anger and resistance of the owner of the house, and Gonzalo did not hesitate to order the men to be hanged, and this time Alexander intervened to pardon them.

Looking at the grateful faces of the Aragonese who had survived death kneeling in front of Alexander, Gonzalo only pouted playfully, he had come to know what role he was supposed to play.

As always, he was still the unruly and grumpy military commander, but unlike Isabella, he had to get along with Alexander in a whole new way.

The walls that Gawell hastily strengthened were unusually strong, and the coalition forces had no powerful siege artillery, so they could only concentrate those field guns of slightly smaller caliber and try to blast through the weak points on the walls of Gawell.

The sound of the huge bombardment of cannonballs falling on the walls of the city reached the city, and the hearts of both soldiers and civilians tightened and loosened with the terrible sound, and after each roar the hearts of the people tensed, for they were afraid to hear the next collapse of the walls or the cheers of the enemies outside the city, and then, as soon as their hearts relaxed a little, a new roar came again, and the tension came again.

Outside the city, the coalition forces stared equally nervously at the seemingly crumbling but always able to hold on, knowing that perhaps the next moment they would swarm up and rush in through the collapsed breach to engage the enemy in a bloody slaughter, this wait was impatient and unbearable, even the veterans were hoping that the wait would pass quickly.

A commotion came from behind the gap between the two columns, and the soldiers turned back to see a strange-looking troop passing between them.

The leader of the group was a young flag officer who was not very old, but apparently a veteran, and he was dressed in rustic-looking clothes, and there was nothing on his body except for a belt that seemed to be stuffed with ammunition in a leather checkered bag.

If it weren't for the special musket in his hand, which was clearly not mass-produced, and the flag soldier who followed him and held a flag representing his status as a small flag officer, someone might have thought of him as a small peasant in a nearby village.

Uomoto walked forward with a gloomy face, and not long ago the Lord Regent finally remembered him, and as a reward forgave him the remaining four months of military service.

This was supposed to be a good thing, but the next order was too much for Uomoto to accept.

After stuffing him with a flintlock pistol that looked very peculiar at first glance, the regent himself ordered that he be recruited again to serve him, and he was officially appointed "Minor Banner Officer of the First Ranger Regiment of Castile".

As far as Uomoto knew, the so-called "1st Castilian Ranger Regiment", including him, consisted of only 7 people.

This completely disrupted Uomoto's original intention to join the Sicilian army immediately after the end of his service, and after his appeal to the regent was ruthlessly rejected, Uomoto had no choice but to take his seven-man Ranger regiment to the battlefield.

And to his annoyance, Alexander ordered the men to throw away all their superfluous belongings, and watched the loot they had worked so hard to collect being stolen, and Uomoto almost went mad with rage.

Then they went to the front line with light equipment, and according to Alexander's orders, they had only one task, and that was to destroy all visible enemies with the greatest strength possible.

"It's a bold attempt, General," Alexander said to Gonzalo after Uomoto and the others had left, "so I didn't have too many people, because that would put the cart before the horse, let's see what these Rangers can do on the battlefield, and if it succeeds maybe we'll build a whole new army." ”

The gunfire was dense and the sound of killing was earth-shattering, and every roar of artillery completely swallowed up all nearby sounds.

The miracle of the walls of Garwell did not last long, and the walls looked shaking more and more as large chunks of rubble were smashed in all directions by the cannonballs.

Visible cracks are already showing in some places, and there are signs of collapse in some of the places where they have been temporarily repaired and reinforced.

Several of the Allah soldiers dragged the dismantled wooden beams in a hurry to get stuck on a stone that seemed to be about to slide down the slope, but a cannonball flew in, and the broken beams flew sideways, smashing one soldier off the wall, while another piece of wood full of sharp stubble stabbed the other man's stomach.

"Wow~"

The large brick, which had been loosened, rolled down the slope, and then a large chunk of rubble slid down the slope.

A big gap has finally appeared in the city wall!

The soldiers on both sides of the city and outside the city shouted at the same time, and the two armies rushed frantically in the direction of the gap like a sudden rolling flood.

Alexander, who was standing on the roof of a house from afar, let out a helpless sigh, he knew that a bloody massacre was inevitable, and what made him helpless was that the army fighting between the two sides should have been the elite of the future Spanish army.

However, this is already good news for the company's army, the city wall was collapsed so quickly, which means that the battle of Gawell will enter a real white heat.

In the distance, the ground shook and the shouts rang out from the direction of the city walls, and the people guarding the city immediately understood what was happening.

A few of the attendants hurried into Ferdinand's makeshift bedroom, and the sight of the king standing in front of the statue of the Virgin on the wall, bowing his head and muttering as if in prayer, made them pause, but the louder and louder shouts of murder outside made them dare not delay any longer.

"Your Majesty, the walls that the Castilians may have breached, the generals ask you to temporarily take command across the river." An attendant said hurriedly.

Ferdinand glanced back at his squire and raised his hand to interrupt his words of dissuasion: "Don't panic, our army will not be routed so quickly, you must know that this is not a Roman town, whether it is Gombray or Gonzalo, it is impossible for the two of them to send their army into the city by magic." ”

Seeing the king so calm, the attendants couldn't help but feel a little relieved, and at this time, the calmness shown by the monarch became a good medicine for everyone, and as Ferdinand came out of the house and saw the unhurried king, the soldiers who had been a little panicked also stabilized.

"It's a pity that I can't go into battle with you," Ferdinand drew his sword from the waist of the squire next to him and rested it lightly on the shoulder of a knight, "my heart and my courage are with you, and I am sure you can feel it." ”

The knight in full armor knelt down excitedly and kissed Ferdinand's hand, and then stood up with difficulty with the support of several servants beside him, and then the knight drew his sword, pointed to the sky and shouted: "Kill the enemy!" ”

A small group of Castilian soldiers struggled their way up the middle of the rolling stream, and then they themselves quickly rolled down the slope, mingling with the struggles below to climb out.

The collapsed slope was steep and difficult to climb, and the Aragonese soldiers on either side of the gap were lifeless with stones, arrows, and bullets slashing at the rushing coalition forces.

This was the third attack by the coalition forces, but it still ended in failure, and a large number of corpses had piled up under the walls at the bottom of the gap, and some of the wounded were quickly suffocated because they were crushed underneath.

Uomoto stood behind a stake, the place where he was hiding was not very secretive, but the Aragonese of the city did not care about him.

This gives Uomoto a big chance.

He had already shot a dozen Aragonese with his men in a row, but this did not help the coalition forces to storm the walls.

Suddenly, a flash of light caught Uomoto's attention, and he saw a knight in full armor, standing in the middle of the gap with a sword in his hand, constantly provoking the coalition forces below.

So he beckoned several of his men to raise their muskets at the same time.

The special flintlock pistol was not only more powerful, but also surprisingly accurate to Uomoto, who would have wanted to take it apart and see how it was made, if not on the battlefield.

At the sound of an order, several muskets shot flames at the same time.

In the distance, the knight's body could be seen shaking incessantly, as if he had been hit by something in succession, and then the knight fell headlong and disappeared in the exclamations of the soldiers on board.

Oumoto and his men could not help but cheer, but soon they saw the knight staggering to his feet again, and then he fell to the ground again, and never got up again, but it was enough to boost the morale of the Aragonese in the city.

The coalition attack on the city of Garwell suffered a crushing defeat after several defeats.