The Castilian phalanx was like a huge chariot, constantly rolling over the Sicilian army's front.

Their spears kept stabbing forward, and the musketeers hiding among the spearmen kept unleashing their cold guns.

The Sicilians were clearly overwhelmed by this mix of hot and cold weapons, which matched near and far.

In the midst of panicked and chaotic shouts, a battle column finally collapsed completely.

The soldiers retreated, and some simply threw away their weapons and fled.

The Castilian people were instantly inspired.

Led by the officers of the various phalanxes, the phalanxes wearing fish-beaked helmets and half-body armor shouted and poured into the enemy's formation through the gap.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the officers around Ji Sha became anxious, and they either whispered or kept giving orders for the troops to stabilize the battle line.

But it didn't seem to have helped, and more and more Castilian phalanxes were strangled with Sicilian stratleters.

Front-line officers kept sending people in demand for reinforcements, one after another, and it seemed that the entire front could collapse at any moment.

"Your Majesty?" An officer whispered to Tsusha, "Isn't it time to put the right flank into battle at once?" ”

Hearing the officer's reminder, Ji Sha secretly tightened his grip on the commanding hand, but then let go again.

"Wait."

The officers around her were secretly anxious for a moment when she said this, and her next order surprised them even more.

"Order the 5th and 6th grenadier companies to enter the battlefield."

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

Almost simultaneously, several voices rang out from all around, and after a brief exchange of glances, one of the oldest officers spoke.

"Your Majesty, those two companies of grenadiers are the last reserves, and if we can't stop the Castiians anymore, it will be a defeat for us."

"That's right, but remember that if any of the troops are not effective at the end of the battle, it is a dereliction of duty on the part of the commander," said Jossa as he glanced at the officers around him, "I think you should know that this is the instruction of my brother, the Duke of Rome, in his book of the Book of Generals, and if any of you want to stand alone in the future, you should take a good look at it." ”

As he spoke, he waved the command staff in his hand downward, and ordered in an unquestioning tone: "Order the 5th and 6th Grenadier Companies to participate in the battle!" ”

The Castilian phalanx, which was attacking fiercely, was suddenly met with a head-on blow.

The smoke cleared, and rows of grenadiers marched forward to the beat of the drums.

They stopped at a great distance, quickly reloaded their ammunition with highly trained efficiency, raised their muskets.

Once again, the sound of firing drowned out the shouts of the spear phalanx, and this time the surviving phalanx soldiers were stunned by the second round of fire that followed before they could drag away the corpses of their comrades who stood in their way.

Dense exotic firing caught Gonzalo's attention.

He looked at the rows of enemies who seemed to never run out of bullets, and when the officer in front sent someone to report that the enemy's muskets had reached a surprising depth, Gonzalo was not surprised, but looked delighted.

"That's the Sicilian reserves," Gonzalo clenched his fists hard as he looked at the knight named Sandro Don de Quegliar next to him, "I say, what do you think?" ”

"Have you already sent a reserve?" Sandro Don De Klear stroked his unusually smooth beard, "So the queen has decided to do whatever it takes?" ”

"Perhaps," Gonzalo used to tlap on the side of his thigh, "but Gombray didn't show up, and I think he should be on the right flank of the line, which is why they deliberately accentuated the right flank, so that I could not attack the right flank from the beginning." ”

Sandro Don De Klear looked at Gonzalo with some surprise.

He knew that the queen's favorite general did have a military genius that was difficult to match.

Because of this, no matter what ridiculous things he does, Isabella is unusually partial to him and loves him.

But this famous general of Castile, after knowing the arrival of the Duke of Rome Thesia, seemed to have lost his previous calm.

Whether it was arranging a battle or making a plan, he couldn't help but take the duke as his opponent, imagining what the Duke of Rome Thessia would do, and how he would deal with the various means that the other party might use.

This over-caution made Sandro Don de Queliar wonder what kind of person the Duke was, who could make Gonzalo de Córdoba feel like a great enemy.

"The Sicilians seem to be fighting back, and their men seem to be trying to expel our phalanx from that place," said Don de Klear, somewhat uncertain, as he raised his hand and pointed into the distance, "Shouldn't they be holding their line at this time?" ”

"yes, unless they have a reason why they can't help but fight back."

Gonzalo said as he looked back along the line of what was apparently the elite Sicilian force, and when he saw a crowd of people who seemed to be gathered on the hillside not far away, Gonzalo suddenly realized what he had discovered.

"It's the Queen of Sicily, that's the Queen's Guard."

Gonzalo suddenly became excited.

When the peculiar banner of Castile appeared at the head of the castle of the Grand Knight, Gonzalo already knew that the Catalan mercenaries were supposed to be Sicilian helpers.

The experience of the Italian battlefield made him familiar with the Catalans.

Although not as "dedicated" as the Swiss barbarians, at least the Catalan mercenaries have a good reputation on the battlefield.

Compared to other mercenary groups that often either flee or simply defect on the spot, the Catalans still have the credibility to do things with money.

So those Catalan mercenaries should not surrender on the spot, at least they will not easily lay down their arms without a fierce battle.

Considering that they had been stubbornly intercepting all the rebels and royal troops who tried to cross the bridge over the Guadaville River, then the only explanation was that this Catalan mercenary army was actually at the behest of the Queen of Sicily.

This also made Gonzalo contempt for Don Bavi, and it was clear that the dead old man was really old and confused, and actually used the enemy as a lifesaver.

However, it was precisely because of the addition of the Catalan mercenaries that Gonzalo had been carefully monitoring the movements on the battlefield from the beginning, and even if the cavalry attacking the enemy's left flank was heavily damaged and fled back, he did not easily use the few reserves at hand.

Rather, it was only for the cavalry captain to be ordered to gather the cavalry with heavy losses as soon as possible and prepare to relaunch the attack.

And this time, he was sure that the Sicilians had thrown their main forces into the center of the front.

It would be a crucial battle dominated by the best infantry on both sides, and Gonzalo was ready to put his cavalry into the most important positions at any time.

It was then that he discovered that the enemy's right flank had suddenly attacked him.

Almost as soon as the enemy appeared, Gonzalo's mind flashed through Alexander's shadow.

Even he didn't know how to suddenly think of Alexander, but the thought was still lingering in his mind, and a series of commands had already come out of his mouth:

"Order the follow-up phalanx to move to the left, hit all the remaining artillery and fire at the enemy's right flank, leave the center, leave it there, the right flank, I just crush the right flank of the Sicilians!"

Gonzalo's order surprised the officers next to him, but the trust in the general, which they had become accustomed to, did not hesitate to carry out the order.

At about the same time, she noticed the movement of the right wing.

Looking at the battle line that seemed to be shaking, although the people around him looked solemn, Jisha was always calm.

She still watched it all calmly, and she didn't easily interfere with her subordinates' commands unless necessary.

The Castilians were paying the price of blood for every step they took in exchange for white-knuckle melee when they approached the enemy.

Although the Sicilian army seemed to be constantly retreating, the grenadiers remained firmly in their positions, and their left flank had begun to move closer to the center.

The key to victory or defeat depends on who can persevere.

As the right flank began to advance towards the Castiles, Zhisa smiled lightly and looked satisfied.

This was exactly what she needed, and it was also the plan she had made with Alexander all night studying the battle situation.

At critical moments, putting key forces into key positions is the trust that Tsusha has in Alexander.

The most important thing about all this is absolute belief.

The side that confronts the enemy head-on must have absolute confidence that the companion will not only be able to accurately grasp the rapidly changing situation on the battlefield, but also that the opponent will not hesitate to put his forces into it.

Josa believed that only he would trust his fate in Alexander's hands.

And now, undoubtedly, that critical moment has come.

A slight smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but soon her face showed surprise and surprise.

"What's going on?" Josha stared at the banner in the advancing right-wing ranks, "That'...... Wang Qi? ”

"Yes, Your Majesty," replied one of the attendant officers with a gloomy face, "I beg your pardon, I know that you have a good relationship with His Royal Highness the Duke, but it is very inappropriate for the Duke of Rome to openly fly the banner of Castile in the Sicilian army, and to command your army, and others will think that you are obeying his orders......"

"Shut up!"

She roared angrily at the attendant officer, and at this time she was like an angry lioness.

"Send someone to the right wing, I want to know if my brother is still there."

Asha gave the order anxiously, and she had a hunch that Alexander was no longer on the battlefield at this time.

Alexander clamped the horse's belly as hard as he could, and the reins in his hands were as loose as possible, so that Pagassos' head stretched out almost at a level line with his neck.

Alexander carried a special musket made for him by the Arsenal of Agri.

The exquisite workmanship and the precious materials used make this gun a complete work of art rather than a murderous tool.

When he gave the musket to Alexander, he thought that it would probably make his brother like him more, and never thought that Alexander would go to battle with the gun.

In fact, this musket, designed by Leonardo da Vinci and made by a watchmaker named Nagsell, was a very expensive gift.

At least a few dozen gemstones of all kinds set on it will make people salivate.

Alexander did not try to hide his intention to place the Catalans on the right flank of the front.

In fact, both sides invariably placed heavy forces on the side of their lines close to the Corvones River.

Because only in this way can you ensure that you will not be defeated by the enemy and then take the opportunity to drive down the river.

So as soon as the Catalans entered the battlefield, they were immediately bombarded by Castilian artillery.

Although most of the artillery has been destroyed by the Sicilian artillery, only the remaining artillery still caused a lot of casualties to the Catalans.

For a while, the Catalan mercenaries fell to the ground one after another because of the bullets, and the entire formation was also confused by the artillery attack.

By this time, the messenger sent by Jisha had already arrived on the right flank of the position, but it was a helpless and anxious Thiegor who was waiting for him.

When the retinue brought back the news that the Duke had personally led the Catalans to attack the enemy, Tsusha's expression became unusually ugly.

"I'm going to hang Tiego on a flagpole until he becomes a mummy."

Visa angrily clutched her command staff in her hand, her tone cold so that the people next to her did not doubt at all whether she would really do anything.

"Your Majesty, this should be His Highness's own decision." An officer said helplessly.

"Then go and chase him back, and arrest him if he refuses," Shosha completely lost the calmness that she had before, even in the face of danger.

"It is impossible for Your Majesty to stop the Duke at this time." The officers around him had to persuade Ji Sha bitterly: "If Wang Qi retreats, it may shake the entire front." ”

Josha stared at the man with a staring gaze, and for a moment the officer had no doubt that the queen might draw her musket and fire at him.

But in the end, she didn't do that.

"Strike back," Tsusha's mood suddenly calmed down, she took the helmet from the squire next to her and put it on herself, and in the stunned gaze of everyone, she gave the order, "It's time generals, this is the moment to decide whether we live or perish." ”

"Array, forward~"

The grenadier formation began with a long shout from the herald, followed by the same order from the non-commissioned officers at the end of each row.

The drum beats, slow at the beginning and gradually accelerating.

The first platoon of grenadiers marched forward to the beat of the drums, followed by the second platoon, then the third platoon......

The firepower group, arrayed with nearly 600 men from two companies, began to launch a counter-charge towards the Castilian phalanx, which had just been disorganized by the heavy blows.

The large in-depth firepower group formed by a queue of nearly 10 platoons, like a monster that had become extremely terrible because of anger and irritability, slammed into the battlefield where the two sides were fighting extremely fiercely.

The heaviest battle of Seville began.

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