Madrid has a long history, but in previous centuries the city did not receive much attention.

No one built the original fort here, but it has been expanded over the centuries to become what it is today.

The city of Madrid is located in the middle of a hill with the Manzanares River running through it.

Because the terrain gradually expands, the whole city does not have a specific scale style.

It is an irregular city full of rugged narrow streets and alleys.

With the exception of some of the city's streets where the rich and nobles gather, most of Madrid is made up of low-rise stone houses.

Bands of soldiers ran down the street, stomping through filthy puddles of water and splashing sewage falling onto the clothes of pedestrians, eliciting a burst of shouting.

However, it soon became clear that these menacing soldiers did not seem to be the usual guards of the city, especially when they saw the terrible weapons in their hands, and people began to realize that something terrible might have happened.

Residents took refuge in their houses, watching uneasily from their windows as the troops passed by.

A group of soldiers came outside the house of the Lord Chancellor of Madrid, surrounded it with great force, knocked on the door of the house, and then swarmed in.

To their disappointment, the Chancellor was not at home, and the Chancellor's wife, who had tried to maintain her dignity, told them that the Chancellor had hurried to the palace after receiving a seemingly surprising message, and that she knew that there were many other nobles in Madrid who had rushed to the palace with the Chancellor.

The soldiers were skeptical of the Chancellor's wife's words, but they had been given an order absolutely forbidden to offend the nobles, so although they did not find the Chancellor himself, they had to leave a few guards behind and go elsewhere to continue looking for the nobles who had been ordered to do so.

However, they soon learned from some of their fellow companions, who were also empty-handed, that the Chancellor's wife was telling the truth.

Because of an unexpected news that suddenly came from Valaridode, the nobles hurried to the palace.

There, the mayor of Madrid was waiting for the local aristocracy.

Despite its high esteem, Madrid is still an ordinary city, so most of Madrid's government affairs are controlled by local aristocrats, except for officials sent by Valaridode.

Now, these people are in the royal palace.

The news somewhat disappointed Gonzalo.

In his original plan, after mastering the army sent by Madrid, he would lead them to quickly occupy the city and take control of the local nobles.

But now, because the nobles had gathered in the palace, at least half of his plan had failed.

This also made the soldiers who had just followed his orders to defect secretly uneasy.

The commotion among the soldiers caught Gonzalo's attention, and he knew that he had to make a quick decision at this time, otherwise there was likely to be an accident.

Gonzalo immediately ordered some of his soldiers to continue to occupy important parts of the city, while he himself marched towards the palace with most of his soldiers.

The Sun Sister Square is a small fountain square, which has two long stairs running through the ground with the topography of the west, and is named because of a very old fountain.

Long ago, during the Moorish era, the locals dug two fountains with sweet water here.

At that time, people named these two fountains because they were spraying water in the direction of the sun, and perhaps because of the tides, the two fountains always spewed water of the same size and height at the same time due to the rising water level.

Centuries have passed, the Moors have long since been driven out, the fountains have dried up, and the Plaza de la Sol has become Madrid's largest grocery market.

Tents are now everywhere, and countless patched awnings are crammed together one after another, and when someone passes under the shed, even if the sun is hot overhead, it is not easy to get the sun.

One can buy almost anything imaginable, and countless merchants from all over the world gather here to buy and sell in various ways, and as it grows in size, the Plaza de la Sol is now almost the second largest place after Seville.

Even in terms of scale, if you open up those really big deals, even the Valencian silk market. It can't be compared to the day-to-day transactions here.

Gonzalo was here and there were people everywhere, and everywhere was filled with shouts, bargains, and blushing quarrels over business.

Gonzalo was a soldier who was passionate about war and wealth, and if he could do both, it would be a gift from God.

Isabella was able to fulfill this wish, and while she was alive, she gave Gonzalo honor, status, and money, and even more so because of her favor in him, she gave him great power.

All of this made Gonzalo once flutter that he probably had to spend his whole life so lucky.

His thoughts would not be completely shattered until Isabella was dying.

Gonzalo paused to look at the merchants in front of them, who were blushing over their disagreements, and then looked at the equally noisy crowds elsewhere in the vicinity.

Gonzalo knew, of course, that the bickering merchants were fighting for every extra gold coin, but he didn't know what it meant for Castiaria, or the future kingdom of Spain.

With the union of Isabella and Ferdinand, the two countries of Castile and Aragon finally gave up their years of strife and took a difficult but determined step towards unification.

Even after so many years, the pomp and circumstance of the couple when they entered Madrid are still talked about by the locals.

It's just that everything is not so easy, and years of estrangement do not quickly bring the two countries together, let alone become a unified kingdom.

This wish was still at the heart of Isabella's life when she died.

However, once the pace of reunification is taken, it cannot be stopped, and the prosperity of Madrid is the most direct proof of this trend.

Although never recognized, Isabella and her husband were well aware that neither Valliduode nor Zaragoza, for the size of the city, nor for historical reasons, could become the capital of the future unified Kingdom of Spain.

The Castilians could not have accepted Zaragoza as the capital of the future kingdom, and likewise, the Aralla workers could not tolerate Barriarid's bowing to the Castilians.

Under this inaccommodating situation, their eyes invariably turned to Madrid.

Madrid is located between the two countries, and in the early years the Castilians built forts here in order to defend against the Aragonese.

Over the years, the Moors and Castilians expanded the forts until they became a city of considerable size.

Madrid, which was expanded almost a century ago, has become one of the largest cities in the interior of the Iberian Peninsula.

The re-establishment of a capital in a city acceptable to both parties had been privately discussed by Isabella and Ferdinand.

Perhaps it was the enthusiasm of the people of Madrid when they first came to the city that struck them, and the Isabella couple had great expectations for Madrid.

And the development of the city is indeed impressive, and today Madrid has become a commercial port in the north of the peninsula.

Perhaps because the Moors had been driven out many years ago, and then gradually lost its role as a military fortress as relations with Aragon eased, Madrid did not have enough troops in the city, although the city grew rapidly.

Those who were ordered to be sent to Toledo were already a considerable part of the Madrid garrison.

When Gonzalo and the others finally passed through the Plaza de la Solephila, they also saw the Palace of Carlos I, which was not far from the square.

However, of course, it is not called that name now, although the palace standing between the two towering fortresses seems a little abrupt from a distance, but it has not yet become the huge palace complex that was later called the "Mother of Versailles", and naturally there is no magnificent garden that was once claimed to be the largest in Europe.

The current Palazzo Carlos I has just been connected by a long wall between two adjacent fortresses, and there is no trace of the future royal palace in a large deserted open area behind the wall.

The fortress was tall and strong, the result of an extension of the original Moorish fort by Enrique III.

What Enrique III left to Madrid, apart from the two larger fortresses, was the small, seemingly lonely palace behind the long walls.

There Enrique III spent the rest of his life comfortably, but his descendants apparently had little interest in Madrid, and soon after his death, his sons moved the capital to Toledo.

Gonzalo looked at the fortress from afar, wondering how sure he could be of taking the two buildings quickly if he had to force his way through the city.

The results were disappointing, as the two forts, which Enrique III had spent heavily on to reinforce for safety, were now in the way of Gonzalo.

"It's a good thing that there aren't many troops in Madrid."

Although his own men were not numerous, Gonzalo felt fortunate that the enemy was also very small.

Looking back at his men who were still struggling between the various stalls and shantytowns, Gonzalo waved nonchalantly to the people around him.

Because of the sudden appearance of the soldiers, the grocery market, which had already vaguely sensed that something was wrong, began to be chaotic, and the merchants packed up their stalls in a panic, and more people fled in a panic.

The chaos in the market had also caught the attention of the fortress, noticing that someone was looking down, and Gonzalo took the lead towards the vicinity of the long wall.

Not far from the wall, Gonzalo stopped, looked up at the wall closely, and let out a sigh that the people around him didn't understand.

"The Duke seems to be eager to take Madrid," Gonzalo said to his men, smiling at the slightly odd looks on the faces of several of the officers who had been the defenders of Madrid, "Soon we will be able to have a good conversation with the nobles of Madrid in the palace, believe me, it won't be long." ”

The soldiers looked with some hesitation at the fort not far away, which was very strong, and Gonzalo's men could not help but feel a little uneasy when they looked at the huge stones and the defenders on it, who were small in number but could not hold on to the favorable terrain.

"My lord, maybe we shouldn't have attacked the castle so easily."

Looking at the man who said this, Gonzalo did not blame him, but took two steps forward and opened his arms towards the defenders on the wall.

"I'm Gonzalo de Córdoba and I want to know who I can talk to now."

Looking at the people below, there seemed to be a commotion on the wall.

"It seems that our presence has made some people uncomfortable," Gonzalo said back to his men, "but it is nothing, and soon they will know what to do." ”

The response was much quicker than he thought, much to Gonzalo's surprise, and strangely enough, when he recognized that it was Gonzalo de Córdoba standing outside, there was a cheer from the long wall and a nearby fortress.

"It's really the Duke of Mondila!"

Gonzalo distinctly heard someone call him that, and it struck him as a little weird.

Those who knew him well knew that Gonzalo preferred to be called the head of the knighthood, and only on very special occasions did he call himself the Duke of Mondilla.

This habit was already well known among the Castilian nobility, so now that he was addressed as a duke, Gonzalo had a vague feeling as if something was out of the ordinary.

Two heavy wooden doors under the long wall opened, and a group of people came out of them, much to Gonzalo's surprise.

Looking at the two men walking at the front, wearing eye-catching gold ornaments and holding ceremonial staffs, Gonzalo had to signal the vigilant soldiers behind him who were ready to attack, asking them to lay down their weapons for the time being.

Gonzalo knew one of the two, and the other could easily be guessed from his clothes and gold ornaments.

"Duke, to be able to see you in this most difficult time, it must be that God is merciful to us."

The Lord Chancellor of Madrid, armed with a long staff, was a little agitated, and he not only bowed but also tried to kiss Gonzalo's hand, much to Gonzalo's surprise.

"My lord, it's great that you're here in time," and the mayor of Madrid, who was standing nearby, expressed his excitement in a tone that seemed relieved, "You can imagine what we are now, it's terrible for all of us, but now you're here." My lord, we are at your command. ”

Gonzalo looked at these Madrid officials and aristocrats in front of him with some incredulity, and for a moment he felt that either these people were crazy, or he was crazy.

It's just that although he was baffled by the scene in front of him, reason told him that he must not let the other party find out that he was actually unclear at this time.

Thinking so, Gonzalo's face showed that he was in control, but just as he was about to ask what was going on, one of his officers hurried through the crowd to his side.

"Your Excellency!" The officer glanced at the Madridians, and while he guessed that Gonzalo might have heard what had happened, he whispered in the general's ear the shocking news he had just received: "I heard that Ferdinand ordered the disarmament of the Queen's Guard, and that Queen Juana is under house arrest." ”

Hearing this, Gonzalo's face could no longer hide his surprise and shock, and he suddenly looked back at the Madridians opposite!

From their demeanor, Gonzalo realized that the news should be true.

At this moment, Gonzalo was silent.

After a while, under the gaze of the people, Gonzalo suddenly said something that surprised everyone: "Long live the king." ”