A small group of Andalusians hurried through the fields, most of them in tattered clothes, some in tattered armor, but also in tattered clothes.

Some of them were armed, others were bare-handed, and their ranks were disorganized, and if it weren't for the fact that a few of them clearly didn't look like ordinary soldiers, they would be no different from other fleeing Andalusian rebels.

These were the remnants of the nobles who had fled from the city of Seville.

The Guadaville River is wide, but it's not as difficult as a moat, and even without bridges and large enough ferries, if you can throw away all the unnecessary things, you can try your luck to cross the river.

That's what they did, throwing away everything but their weapons and purses, some using boats they just found in time, others simply plastering rafts from doors, furniture, or anything that could float.

There are not many people who have escaped in this way, let alone any establishment.

In fact, the Andalusian rebels were almost completely disrupted, many nobles had lost their armies, and many more did not know whether their companions and friends had been killed or captured, or had escaped as they had escaped.

The Catalans, led by Tiego, of course, will not pay attention to these sporadic rebels.

Their only purpose was to stop the rebels and prevent the Castilians from entering the southern part of Seville.

So the Andalusian rebels who crossed the Guadaville were not intercepted, which made them thank God for their good fortune.

It wasn't until they entered the plain south of the city that they encountered Kulash, who had already taken over the town of Leo.

They were first startled by the sudden influx of shells, and before they could figure out which direction the enemy was, a line of skirmishers appeared on the plain in the distance that looked like stretching out lines.

Although from a distance the enemy's line looked as weak as a silk thread that could be torn apart with a casual rush, the Andalusians were frightened for a moment.

Many of them instinctively ran back, but their companions rushed to keep going.

For a time, the Andalusians on the plain who were on the run were in chaos.

"We've got to get out of here."

One of the knights in that group said anxiously, and his words were immediately answered by his companions.

Several people ran to the side in a crowd of people wrapped tightly in coarse cloth cloaks, and behind them, some deserters who had seemed to have nothing to do with them suddenly ran out of the crowd and followed them towards the low-lying wetlands on the left side of the plain.

Ignoring the shouts behind them to stop them, the men ran forward as fast as they could, as if something was chasing them.

Among them, there was a man on a horse who kept paying attention to the solid figure, but tried to speak a few times but tried to hold back.

The wetland, near the left side of Leo, was apparently large, and it was not long before they ran into it that it faded into the dense woods.

This finally relieved the fugitives, who listened to the occasional shouting in the distance outside the woods, and then the sudden sound of gunfire, and they could not help but look at each other in silence.

"We'll have to keep going," the knight from before, who seemed to be the leader of the men, crouched down and took a few breaths before standing up and urging, "It's not safe here." ”

"Alright, let's catch our breath again, we haven't rested since we escaped from Seville." A soldier grumbled discontentedly.

"Shut up, are you going to let us all lose our lives here?" The leader yelled, "We need to get out of here, the Sicilians could find us at any moment." ”

"Then let them not find it, aren't we just here to send this woman away, and if we are found we will hand her over to the Sicilians."

The soldier said nonchalantly, he didn't notice the fierce light that flashed in the eyes of many people around him as soon as he said this.

The man on horseback also looked hideous, he looked at the soldier with cruelty in his eyes, and after seeing the eyes of several people next to him, the man nodded secretly, and quietly pulled out a sharp short knife from his waist.

Almost at the same time, several men pounced on him from different directions, and before the soldier could understand what was happening, his neck had been cut deep by the dagger.

The soldier fell to the ground, his body convulsing, and his hands and feet had dug a few deep grooves in the mud from the pain, and then gradually fell silent.

The woman wrapped in her cloak who was sitting next to her saw the whole process of the murder.

She clung to the low tree she leaned against in fear, and the woman let out a scream when the man put away his knife and came over to try to comfort her.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's all for you, I swear I won't hurt you."

The man kept comforting the woman until she finally calmed down.

Then, after some discussion, the men hurried towards the depths of the wetland.

A herald made his way through the ruins, ducked a little behind a tree, and when he saw that no enemy noticed him, he jumped out from behind the tree and continued to run.

The herald wore the same uniform as the other soldiers, and even the half-armor on his body was thinner than the others, which allowed him to run faster and less noticeable.

The only thing that was recognizable from the other soldiers was that they all wore armbands with Hermes on them.

And this armband is also not large and does not attract the attention of the enemy.

Like the Roman army of Thesia, the Sicilian army had a relatively reliable cipher system, and the way this cipher was arranged changed every once in a while.

As the herald passed through the woods below the town of Leo, he saw several rebel units in the distance.

In order not to collide with the Andalusians, he decided to take a detour, so he turned a corner in the direction of the wetlands.

Looking at his team in front of him, Kulash's mood was not as relaxed as it seemed.

There weren't many enemies on the other side, and it only took a charge to drive them back to the city.

What Kulash really cared about was the formation of his own troops.

Kulash had never seen such a thing as a skirmisher, and the commanders of the Ottomans and other armies, even the poorly trained civilian armies, would try to keep their ranks in a simple formation, because this was the only way to be most powerful when fighting the enemy.

The Roman and Sicilian armies were the most well-trained and the most ranked, of all the armies he had ever seen.

But for some reason, in such an army, there is still a skirmish line, which is completely different from any army today.

Or that shouldn't be a pure skirmisher, but a horizontal front that is still incomprehensible to Kurush.

Unlike other armies that use their own combat brigades as the most basic units to form large and small in-depth formations, the army of the "Alexander Empire", which is dominated by the Roman and Thescian armies, seems to be trying a new way of fighting.

These Andalusian rebels were undoubtedly the best test subjects for such an attempt, for they were not only few in number, but had already been terrified.

This is enough to ensure that even if the new tactics have any fatal flaws, they will not cause too much damage.

What's more, these remnants of Andalusia are desperately preparing to flee for their lives.

This forced them to attack even when faced with an enemy outnumbered by them.

And this new tactic is precisely more inclined to defend as an offensive against the enemy who takes the initiative to attack.

Sure enough, with a few short horns that seemed to summon their companions, several Andalusian rebels, who had been hovering on the edge of the plain because they had spotted the enemy in front of them, seemed to have made up their minds.

They began to line up in simple formations and approached the enemy's line, which did not look very deep from a distance, trying to break through the enemy line with a fierce charge and escape for their lives.

Kulash gestured to the signal soldier beside him, and this was the opportunity he was waiting for.

Along the entire "skirmish line", the side closer to the enemy began to shrink gradually.

The seemingly sparse queue became dense, but even then, from a distance, it looked like a horizontal formation of at most three rows.

And when you get closer, you can see that in front of these horizontal formations are rows of sword and shield soldiers, and behind them are spearmen armed with spears.

On the other side of the long line, the rebels who were trying to break through the line and flee for their lives did not notice what kind of enemies they were.

The two sides approached rapidly, and seeing that the enemy clearly did not intend to strengthen the formation, the nobles and officers of the rebel army could not help but let out a cry of joy: "Rush forward, rush over and we will survive!" ”

The desire to survive gave the rebels enough courage at this moment, and they began to run, while shouting all kinds of unknown meanings from their mouths.

Kulash's eyes were on the left flank of the front, which was further back and farther away from the enemy.

A bright trombone sounded from the middle of the line, not one but several trombonists at the same time, loud enough to be heard by those who were furthest away.

But soon people stopped listening.

Because after a while, a burst of gunfire like thunder had overpowered the sound of the trumpet.

An Andalusian soldier who was running forward suddenly fell to the ground, and a bloody bone was lifted from the top of his head, which he had already lost his helmet when he fled, and the splatters of brains and blood splashed on the body of the person next to him, making him feel sick.

The sudden attack made the advancing rebels froze for a moment, and many of them involuntarily stopped and looked to the right, but their enemies clearly did not give them a chance to hesitate.

The gunfire was followed by a barrage of arrows.

"Stupid, don't stop!"

A nobleman who had thrown his armor on the way to flee urged his men with his sword.

"Stopping here is to die, rush up, rush over and we will survive!"

The man's words spurred the hesitant soldiers, who, as fellow Castilians, knew very well what awaited them once they became captives.

Gonzalo may have been a good commander who was generous and benevolent to his men, but he was also known for his cruelty to his enemies.

It was even better to be a captive of the Sicilians than to be in the hands of the Castilian army.

Perhaps driven by this thought, the Andalusians began to rush forward desperately.

Kulash kept a close eye on the battle taking place on the front, and he found that so far everything was normal.

The troops on the left flank of the rear fired fiercely at the approaching enemy with their muskets and crossbows from a distance, and Kulash finally let out a soft breath as he watched the enemy fall along the way.

As the distance got closer, the sword and shield soldiers began to let out a menacing roar, and they leaned sideways to close their shields together like fish scales, and the heavy one-handed swords in their hands struck the edge of the shield, giving a menacing roar to the enemy who was already approaching.

"呯呯呯~"

Another burst of gunfire.

In close proximity, several Andalusians fell.

The Sicilian ranks resounded with the customary "Steady!" from the veterans of the impending battle. Reminder.

But the brutal battle did not happen.

An Andalusian stopped as he was about to rush in front of the Sicilians.

The shield and sword in his hand fell to the ground, and the Andalusian, whose clothes had been torn apart from the flight, stood there stunned for a moment, looking at the Sicilian not far away, and then sat down on the ground with a "poof".

It was as if the rebels had been on the verge of collapse by fleeing, and when they rushed in front of the Sicilians, the last bit of courage was finally exhausted as their companions fell.

Looking back, there was a sparse patch of rebels on the plain.

Some of those who weren't dead screamed in pain, hoping someone would save them, but most of them had stopped moving.

Kulash looked into the distance of the position, and he could be sure that the Andalusian rebels who were trying to escape had completely collapsed.

This did not surprise him, after all, it was not uncommon for both sides to win in such a situation where the morale of the two sides was so disparity.

To Kuraš's surprise, the Andalusian rebels had not yet approached the line when they charged, and finally collapsed due to successive blows.

Although he had expected the possible outcome, Kulash was a little surprised by the situation.

After all, there is a difference between non-stop training and exercises and actual combat on the battlefield.

Accidents of all kinds can bankrupt an otherwise flawless plan, and there are countless wars in history that have completely changed the outcome of a completely unexpected accident.

But such an accident has not happened, at least for now, in the town of Leo, outside Seville.

For the first time, the actual combat of maximizing the power of long-range weapons with shallow and deep horizontal formations began to show its fierceness in the Iberian Peninsula.

Of course, Kulash does not know what this small change on the battlefield will mean for the future.

Or rather, the reason why he arranged for him to lead the detachment of this Neapolitan regiment was because he was very different from the officers who were too stubborn and tactically tactical.

Kulash was a Balkan man, and the battles he fought were both brutal and savage.

Whether fighting the infidels or dying for the Balkan lords, he was more concerned with practicality than flashy appearances.

It is with his cunning on the battlefield that he survives the battles again and again, which also creates his keen sense of smell to capture fighters on the battlefield.

Such a soldier will not be bound by tradition and will be more receptive to new things.

Even so, Kulash was blown away by the unexpected power of this new tactic, known as the "line queue."

Of course, he knew that the enemy in front of him could not be compared to the army commanded by Gonzalo, but even looking at the corpses that had fallen in front of the line, he still had a vague feeling as if something terrible was about to happen.

However, despite this, he did not forget to follow the queen's instructions and remind the staff attendants who followed him to record the entire battle.

Those were staff officers sent by the Queen, but they had been given an order explicitly prohibiting interference with command.

Their only task was to keep a record of each battle.

Kulash was watching the battlefield and reminiscing about the previous battle, when a soldier with a herald's armband hurried in.

"Your Excellency," the herald said loudly to Kulash, "Her Majesty's orders." ”

Kulash immediately beckoned the soldier to approach, and watched as he took out a tightly sealed envelope from the compartment of his leather bag, and Kurash took it back and carefully inspected the wax seal on it before tearing it open.

The order was written in cipher, and Kulash took out a small notebook from the neckline of his underwear that hung around his neck.

Then he walked to the side and began to translate word by word.

In the past, Kulash always thought that as a knight, all you needed to do was be able to use the saber skillfully.

But now he realizes that there is so much to learn.

"Knight, I need you to strengthen the defense in Leo Town, half of the Neapolitan regiment is now deployed near Leo Town, and I will deploy more troops to support you, there are signs that Leo Town is of great importance to future battles, so I will send more artillery ......"

Looking at the contents of the order, Kulash couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Before coming to Leo Town, Jisha had personally instructed him to pay attention to Leo Town.

Now that the queen had reaffirmed the importance of the town in her new order, and even sent more artillery, Kulash wondered what it was about the small town of Leo that deserved such attention.

Soon, he noticed something worth noting.

The road leading from the city of Seville to the town of Leo runs almost entirely south along the edge of the plain.

On the left side of the road, there is a large complex area of hills that gradually descend to the west and then connect with the large wetlands southwest of Seville.

Looking at the scribbled map, which had almost captured the vicinity of Seville, Kulash gradually fell into deep thought.

With such a terrain, once a battle breaks out on this plain, the town of Leo will become the main battlefield for the two sides because of its status and location.

Gradually Kulash seemed to understand something.

Beside him, the herald hesitated to report what he had seen in the wetlands to the general.

But looking at Kulash, who had been pondering for a long time, the herald felt that there was no need to disturb the adults with such a trivial matter.

"Well, it should be a small thing."

The herald thought to himself.