The metal tip of the command staff she held in her hand made a rhythmic sound as it tapped gently on the wooden table in front of her.

Her gaze swept over the battlefield below, and sometimes she would stop and whisper orders to those around her, but most of the time, she simply let her officers do their job.

Josa will not forget the scenes and scenarios of the future war that Alexander once described to her.

Soldiers' weapons will be sharper, armies will be more mobile, battlefields will be much wider than ever, and as armies continue to grow, wars will be on an unprecedented scale.

"Changes in the technology of warfare will make the casualties on the battlefield on an unbearable scale, and then the entire form of war will change."

Alexander was holding Shosha's waist at the time, but he was saying such a sinister remark.

It's just that during the tryst, there is no confiding love to the beloved and talking about those romantic and sweet dreams, but a topic full of blood, which is also rare.

However, there are not many brothers who have trysts with their sisters, and Jisha is in a good mood when she thinks about it.

"In that kind of huge war, the power of a single person is limited after all, and even if you are too superstitious that one person can decide the outcome of the war, you may destroy an army or even a country."

"Therefore, the establishment of a sound system of officers and staff is the key, as Barendi likes to do, let the connoisseurs do the connoisseurs' work, this is what I like most about her."

A dull roar suddenly sounded a little farther away, interrupting Zha Sha's somewhat unpleasant memories later.

Ignoring the resistance of the squires who immediately rushed up and tried to press her down, she went around the table and looked in the direction of the cannonball.

"Your Majesty, danger!"

The attendants scrambled to get in front of Tsusha, which annoyed her, so she simply pushed them away with their staffs.

"Do the Castilians still have artillery to fight back?"

She watched the smoke slowly dissipate in front of her, the shell did not cause much damage, but she was concerned about whether the remaining enemy artillery could still pose a threat.

"Not much, Your Majesty," one of the staff attendants looked into the distance, "and they may not be able to even make a full salvo now." ”

Jisha nodded and was about to say something, when she was suddenly attracted by a rapidly moving black spot on the battlefield.

"That's the cavalry of Castile?"

She pointed with his command staff in the direction of the right flank of the enemy line, and when she saw the cavalry rushing out of the rising smoke and dust, her brow suddenly tightened.

"They're going to storm our flanks," one officer warned in a loud voice, "they're going to split into squads, and this is to separate the troops that surround us." ”

"Blow the trumpet, order the left flank to stop advancing," Jisha finally gave the order, and for the first time since the start of the battle, she ordered directly to the front line, "Infantry company, hold your position." ”

"In obedience to Your Majesty's orders, order the left flank to halt its advance, and the infantry company to hold its position."

After repeating the order, the herald jumped on his horse and ran desperately towards the left flank.

At the same time, Castile's cavalry, like a sharp Ottoman scimitar, had swooped down on the Sicilian battle line.

"The depth is too shallow."

Gonzalo, who was also watching this scene, finally exhaled, although the cavalry had only just rushed towards the enemy, but he seemed to have seen the next result.

"My lord, the Sicilians line up in a horizontal formation, so that they seem to be able to exert the power of firearms to a greater extent," an officer walked up to Gonzalo's side, and the beautiful peacock feathers on his helmet fluttered in the wind, and even on the battlefield, his face was still covered with a thick layer of powder. ”

"Dear Sandro Don de Queliar, if you put even a little of the time you waste on grooming and grooming for military purposes, you will achieve much more than I do."

Hearing Gonzalo's words of regret, praise, or sarcasm, the officer known as Sandro Don de Queliar just snorted.

"My lord, it would be too boring if life was completely occupied by blood and carnage." The officer said and pushed upwards the helmet that blocked the view: "The Sicilians stopped, are they going to fight the cavalry?" ”

"So let's see how far they can go." Gonzalo raised his hand and waved.

Seeing his action, the heralds who had been waiting for a long time immediately erected a striking yellow flag.

The drums of war suddenly intensified, and the Castilian phalanx on the right flank followed closely behind the cavalry, charging towards the enemy position.

The heavy single-edged swords and spears in the hands of the Castilian cavalry became the scythes wielded in the hands of the Grim Reaper at this moment.

They could already clearly see the frightened expressions on the faces of the enemies in front of them.

At the same time, you can see the muzzles of the black holes in the muskets raised by the enemy soldiers.

The gunfire struck the enemy almost simultaneously with the swords and spears.

The cavalrymen who fell from their horses, whether they lived or died, were immediately trampled to the inhuman shape by the hooves of the horses that followed.

At the same time, the cavalry had already rushed to the front of the Sicilians.

The huge impact of the war horse and the slashing of the weapon instantly tore open several huge gaps in the Sicilian formation.

The depth that was too shallow and close did not even make the cavalry feel any pressure before it broke through.

A Castilian knight let out a loud roar of excitement.

He threw away the broken spear in his hand, and pulled the heavy riding sword out of the saddle.

This terrifying weapon, derived from the Moorish slashing sword, relies solely on its own weight and the destructive power of the wielding wield.

Unlike traditional European knightly swords, this heavy broadsword has only one side of the blade, and the tip of the sword forms a conical shape that can be pierced.

When it wields its power, this weapon will strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest adversaries.

Because of its blow, even a knight wearing armor can be killed.

The knight swung his sword vigorously, a dull roar coming from his face-obscuring helmet, and the sword in his hand slashed at an enemy who tried to turn and flee.

"Stupid, never expose your back to your opponent."

When he tore a deep groove in the back of his enemy with his sword, the knight did not forget to "kindly" remind the enemy who was about to be cut in two.

At the same time, his horse did not stop at all, and with the force of the fierce impact, the Castilian cavalry rushed through the enemy line and rushed directly to the rear of the Sicilians.

"It's easy, isn't it," Gonzalo said with a smile to his entourage, but then he looked straight, "But don't take it lightly, take advantage of the confusion of the enemy's formation, and let the phalanx not stop and move forward." ”

"Yes, my lord."

Another herald hurried away, and at this moment everyone seemed to realize that perhaps a critical moment in this war was coming.

Seeing the enemy's flank wavering, Castile began to lean towards his right flank.

"Break through their left flank and the battle will be won!"

This is the resonance of all Castilian officers at this moment.

Uomoto followed the formation and strode forward, and the rigorous training of the model army was fully reflected at this moment.

Although it was tense and someone fell to the ground at any moment, no one knew that it would not be themselves who would be hit next, but the model army still held on to the formation.

There have been 2 waves of people around me.

Uomoto glanced at another musketeer standing not far from him.

It's just a firefight, but Uomoto is surprised to find that he has already shot down a lot of people.

How can the Sicilians be so fast?

Uomoto thought it was incredible.

He was the most experienced musketeer in the Model Army, and he always prided himself on the fact that no one was reloading faster than him.

After all, being able to shoot once in a minute is already remarkable for most musketeers, and he can do it twice.

But the musketeers of the Sicilians on the other side seemed to be able to do so with ease.

In the short time since the exchange of fire, the Model Army had come under several rounds of heavy enemy fire.

And Uomoto was surprised that the Sicilians shot more accurately than they did, or rather, the terrible kind of simultaneous salvo that was ordered to fire deeply, deeply imprinted in his heart.

There was another strange password sound from the other side.

Although he didn't know what that sentence meant, Uomoto guessed that it was a password to shoot or something.

Sure enough, the terrifying salvo suddenly sounded, and Uomoto instinctively closed his eyes.

The screams and the sound of falling to the ground all around made Uomoto know that someone had been shot again.

Miraculously, this time he dodged without any injuries.

Uomoto opened his eyes, ignoring the casualties of the people next to him, and began to hurriedly fill the medicine pool with gunpowder, and then beat the flint to ignite the severed medicine twist.

After sandwiching the twist on the seam of the copper beak, the burning twist took on a pungent smell that irritated the eyes and made the eyes water.

Uomoto held his gun to his shoulder and carefully aimed at the enemy on the other side.

"Puff~"

Just as the twist was about to burn out, Uomoto heard a faint sound, and he felt as if someone had smashed him on his body, as if the sound of something penetrating his flesh sounded so terrible.

The gun in his hand couldn't help but shake, and the muzzle of the gun was slightly off.

The gun went off, and a cloud of smoke blocked Uomoto's eyes.

He didn't know if he had hit the enemy, but Uomoto fell backwards.

His body slammed into the grass, and a weed coincidentally poked into his nostril, which made Uomoto sneeze, and he heard the familiar shouts of the officers, and the sound of gunshots one after another, and the feeling of the ground shaking from the cannonball falling not far away.

Immediately, his vision blurred, and finally turned into darkness.

The joy of the cavalry charging through the enemy array had now turned into a frenzy of killing.

The cavalry captain who led the team swung his arms vigorously, and the heavy cavalry sword in his hand rolled up a wave of heat with the sound of the wind, and the enemy in front was already retreating to the rear queen, as long as he continued to attack, he could completely tear them to pieces.

Violent drumming suddenly came from the front, and another column of horizontal infantry appeared behind the Sicilian battle line, and the cavalry captain raised his sword.

His head was covered in sweat, and his eyes were aching from the irritation of sweat droplets.

The captain pulled the reins hard, his legs clamped the belly of the horse, and the mount began a familiar sprint.

The infantry formation on the opposite side loosened slightly, but it was not as panicked as the troops before it.

The cavalry captain let out a roar, and he could hear the rumbling of the iron hooves of his men's mounts following closely behind him on the ground.

The enemy on the opposite side seemed to have finally faltered, and there seemed to be a gap between their ranks before and after

But then, the cavalry captain saw a strange scene.

The enemy soldiers standing in the front row knelt down neatly and formed two rows of stairs with the soldiers in the back row.

Then, all the enemies raised rows of muskets.

Gonzalo swore he had never heard such a dense burst of gunfire!

Even when the entire Sicilian array fired at it before, the earth-shattering firing was dwarfed by the sudden burst of fire from the enemy's left flank.

It's not that the scale of the shooting is larger, it's that there is so much gunfire in such a short area.

This made Gonzalo even think for a moment that the Sicilians had concentrated all their muskets in that place.

Gonzalo had just imagined what kind of musket unit would be shooting such heavy fire.

But before he could think of anything else, another burst of fire that was even more ferocious than before, and even more than he had imagined, resounded on the flanks of the battle line.

The look on Gonzalo's face finally changed.

He turned his head and stared at the left flank of the enemy.

It was a little distant, because the Sicilian front was further back.

But now Gonzalo has faintly stepped on the reason for the enemy's layout.

Relying on an inclined front, the left flank of the Sicilians was able to make contact with the enemy later, which gave them the opportunity to calmly position themselves behind the front.

But how did that Cambrai know that he would attack his left flank first, and not closer to his right?

Also, what terrible traps did the Sicilians prepare behind the front?

"To convince Gonzalo that our left flank is better to break through, it is necessary to devote enough troops to the central section, so that he can abandon this plan for fear of a counterattack on the right flank."

Jisha looked at it and exhaled softly.

Before that, when she saw the enemy cavalry in action, she was so nervous that her hand holding the command staff was so hard that it hurt.

In order to force the Castilian cavalry to abandon the attack on the right flank, she even did not hesitate to throw part of the grenadiers into the battlefield in advance.

And she prepared two gifts for the Castilian cavalry on the left flank.

Two companies of grenadiers with strong firepower.

and the more ferocious and brutal company of muskets.

"Next, it's up to my grenadiers."

Although he always paid attention to the battlefield in front of the battle line, Ji Sha's eyes were drawn to a place on the right side of the battle line from time to time.

Wave after wave of firing had numbed the soldiers in the formation.

Pouring gunpowder, ramming bullets, and filling the pool of medicine, the soldiers of the Model Army repeated these monotonous movements over and over again.

The musketeers had retreated into the phalanx, and under the cover of the phalanx, they kept firing at the enemy.

From time to time, the musketeers shouted excitedly as the enemy fell to the ground.

But the joy didn't last long.

Whenever a vacancy was seen to be filled for the dead, the dreaded platoon of guns was raised on the opposite side, causing a panic in the model formation before the enemy could fire.

The phalanx was still approaching, and the sharp spears of the spearmen seemed to have poked in front of the enemy's eyes.

But even this distance seems to be incomplete.

It seemed that with every few steps someone had to pay the price of blood, more and more soldiers fell, so that those behind had to step on the bodies of their comrades or find ways to get around them as they advanced.

The pace of the phalanx's advance slowed down, and although the enemy suffered heavy casualties from the fire of the Model Arms Clearers, even the most ordinary soldiers could see that the situation was moving in a direction that was turning against the Castilians.

Gonzalo stared solemnly at the fierce battle that was taking place in front of him.

The unexpectedly powerful fire on the enemy's left flank made him vaguely uneasy.

At the same time, like Josha, Gonzalo realized that it was the battle in the central part that would determine the whole campaign.

A cannonball suddenly penetrated the phalanx from the flank of the front phalanx.

Even Gonzalo, who was in the rear, seemed to see the fragments of a human body that had suddenly flown up in the phalanx.

The casualties caused by that shell were so great that the whole phalanx seemed to be thrown into disarray.

Surprisingly, however, the phalanx did not collapse, but instead burst into cheers from among the panicked soldiers.

Gonzalo's eyes narrowed, and he stared at the phalanx, which looked like it had been battered and disorganized, until a sound came from behind the phalanx.

"It's a confrontation!"

One of the officers couldn't help but let out a cry of joy, and then he immediately looked at Gonzalo.

Gonzalo was not unhappy because of his men's gaffes, he also nodded and said to himself with relief: "It's a confrontation." ”

After paying a terrible price, the model military formation finally approached the Sicilian battle line.

The phalanx at the front immediately did not hesitate to engage in a fierce white-knuckle confrontation with the enemy.

The razor-sharp forest of terrifying spears stabbed the enemy frantically, blood splattered, limbs were torn, and people who were originally alive were killed and taken their lives in an instant.

The screams, the cries, the sounds of the fight are mixed with the last shouts of the dying who do not know whether to pray or wail, and this moment on the battlefield is a living hell and a nightmare for all.

The entire Castilian front cheered, and the phalanx, inspired by their companions, began to desperately approach the enemy.

One after another, the model army, which had intersected with the enemy's white blades, began to counterattack.

It was noon, and the sun was shining.

On the plain outside the town of Rio do Sul in the city of Savilla, there was such a strange scene.

While the Castilian cavalry on the left flank suffered a fatal blow and fled and retreated towards their own positions, the Sicilians on the front were forced to retreat due to their gradual wavering.

On the other side, on the right wing of the Sicilians, Pagasus, who had dug a pit out of the ground due to impatience, suddenly felt the reins that had been tightened suddenly loosen.

Then, with a sudden pain in his abdomen, Pagasus involuntarily spread his limbs at the command of his master, and rushed forward like crazy.

"Keep up, Shel!"

The shouts were carried far away by the wind and poured into the ears of the Balkans, who were also impatient to wait.

"Obey the order, sir!"

Schell scrambled his horse to chase after his master in front of him.

"Come on Pagasos, this is probably the last charge for the two of us!"

Alexander shouted loudly to his horse and took the lead in rushing down the hillside of the town of Leo.

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