As the hot, hot shells had crashed into the crowd at an almost straight angle, a terrible sound of limbs tearing was heard.

As the shells fell, they smashed the pavement into a large crater, and the flying stones caused a second injury to the surrounding soldiers.

The blood splattered in all directions left a shocking scarlet blood path on the road with the flying of the shells, and in the large pool of blood on the ground, you can also see a stump and broken arm floating on it, shining with the color of white miserable bone residue.

The Catalans proved their existence to the royal army in such a brutal way.

Even though he already knew that the rebels had been supported by a group of mercenaries, this sudden blow still surprised the Wang army who rushed to the front, and immediately fell into chaos.

The Andalusian coalition army, which could almost feel the shells flying in front of their eyes, was first frightened by the tragic attack of the enemy, and then they came to their senses and burst into cheers.

When they had been blocked at the bridge, if it weren't for the Catalans' well-equipped equipment, they had already fought them for their lives.

And now watching the Wang army suddenly suffer heavy losses, even if there are not many casualties, just looking at the chaotic appearance of the Wang army, it has already made the coalition soldiers applaud.

The shouts of the coalition soldiers were silenced by the sound of hurried and dull footsteps, and the Catalans began to assemble along the bridge facing across the river.

These mercenaries wore completely different suits, which made them look more like a rabble, but the murderous aura between their fierce appearance and demeanor made people dare not underestimate them.

The Catalan mercenaries formed a very tight line on the bridge, flanked by the coalition that had been separated from the middle.

At the same time, both sides also saw the cannon that caused the damage to the soldiers of the royal army.

The cannon was placed in a pile of cargo on the shore on the left side of the bridge, and what looked like a random pile had been pushed to either side, revealing the still smoking muzzle and several gunners who were busy reloading.

A small man who didn't look very tall, but who was clearly the captain of the gunners, was grumbling while recorrecting the gun positions that had been moved by the fire.

The mercenary, who had been appointed as the captain of the artillery team by Tiego's favor on the way, was not satisfied at this time, because according to Tiego's orders, he had to place the artillery in this place that was not suitable at all.

"At the most, one more cannon and we'll have to get out of the way," the little man muttered, "I've never seen a cannon treated like this." ”

After the initial confusion, the royal army soon discovered the artillery that had attacked them so suddenly.

Although the Catalans were covering, a small group of royal troops immediately began to approach in the direction of the shore freight yard.

They had to do it, because if this damned cannon wasn't dealt with as soon as possible, they could only face terrible killings on such narrow streets.

The Catalans did not seem to want to launch an immediate counter-attack, they simply held in front of the bridge rather than pressing forward.

It was only when the royal army tried to approach the cannons in the freight yard that the left flank of the Catalans almost pushed the royal soldiers towards the enemy, with the shouts of the commander in the ranks.

During the brief confrontation, the weapons in the hands of the soldiers on both sides knocked on the shields and armor on their bodies, and the crackling sound seemed to threaten the enemy.

From afar, the spear blades of the spears moved defiantly against each other, and some tried to take a step forward, but when they saw that none of their companions had made a move, they immediately retreated.

For a while, the two sides at the bridgehead fell into a stalemate, and only the miserable cries of the wounded soldiers who were lying on the ground and had not had time to rescue them came and went, which made people tremble.

Perhaps the battle here attracted attention, and from other streets and alleys there were Wang soldiers pouring in the direction of the bridge.

This gradually regained the courage of the royal army, who was a little overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of the Catalans.

They began to slowly approach forward, fearing that the cannon might fire deadly shells at any moment, but as they approached the enemy, the soldiers of the royal army became nervous and excited.

"Lean over and fight with them, and the cannon won't dare to shoot!"

I don't know who shouted it so loudly, and this cry became a signal to provoke the killing.

I don't know who took the first step, and then the two sides began to rush towards each other in the louder and louder shouts.

This was mixed with a huge and frightening muffled sound for a lifetime, followed by a bloody gap that was knocked out again in the ranks of the Wang army.

However, this time, the gap was blocked in an instant, and the bloody bodies of the companions who were still struggling and screaming under their feet, and the soldiers of the royal army who were splashed with blood rushed towards the enemy with roars.

The Catalans responded with the same ferocity, and under the command of their officers, the Catalans rushed towards the royal army with their allied soldiers.

A bloody battle ensued between the two sides in the street in front of the Guadaville River bridge.

Thiegor stood nervously on the walls of the Grand Knight's Castle and watched the battle across the river.

He was actually a merchant, he could negotiate business with the nobles in the court and the nobles' living room, and he could also make secret agreements with them, but he was not good at military affairs, and he never really went to war.

So when he saw this terrible scene, he was so nervous that he almost forgot to breathe.

"Don't worry, no one will be able to take this castle easily." The captain of the mercenary who stood by comforted his employer, he didn't really approve of Tiego taking risks with him, after all, if the rich man had three longs and two shorts, their money would be in danger.

The captain's words reminded Tiego, and he suddenly remembered that he had more important things to do, and he looked at the artillery on the auxiliary fort with some concern as he looked at the increasing number of royal troops gathered towards the river.

"Can those cannons really hold off the Castillians?"

"As long as they want to cross the river from here," the captain patted the stone of the wall in front of him uncertainly, "but then they will occupy the other side of the river." ”

The captain said with a sweet lip, although these mercenaries fought bravely, their discipline was also notoriously bad, and sometimes even the defeated mercenaries were more terrible than the enemy.

They tend to take advantage of it before they flee, when they can do even more damage than the enemy.

With the Guadaville River as the boundary, the northern city of Seville obviously has to pay a lot, and listening to the shouts and gunfire that gradually spread in the northern city, you can guess that the royal army has begun a full-scale attack on the northern city.

"Those Andalusians are such a piece of shit." The captain complained dissatisfiedly, "I thought they could hold on for a little longer, but now it seems that everything can only be relied on by ourselves." ”

"So the big castle is the most important thing, as long as you keep the castle." Tiego had calmed down by this time, and the battle was still going on, but he was not so nervous.

"Do you think the Castilians will attack from here?" The captain wrinkled his eyebrows and asked, although the number of the royal army below was not large, but looking at their stubborn fighting, this made the captain a little worried, "I don't know how long we can hold out." ”

"I don't know, but that's what I brought you for, didn't I," Tiego gave the order, looking at the Catalans who were fighting the royal army on the other side, "let our men hold the bridge, and don't attack unless the Casdilians attack." ”

A cheer suddenly came from below, and the shape of the royal army that was squeezed at the corner of the street finally became chaotic.

The royal army, which had never expected to encounter the Catalan mercenaries, was obviously incomparable to their enemies in terms of strength and equipment, and under the attack of the Catalans and allied soldiers far outnumbered the enemy, the royal army had to gradually retreat towards their source.

"Looks like a good start," the captain laughed, but then he frowned again as he looked at the soldiers who were retreating from the bridge towards the castle, "but what about the Andalusians, I think they should be driven away together." ”

"Or maybe these people are still useful," Tiego looked at the city that seemed to be mired in chaos in the distance, "since we are destined to fight Gonzalo, maybe we should find more help." ”

Seeing the mercenary captain's vaguely nervous expression when he heard his words, Tiego secretly smiled bitterly in his heart: Gonzalo, I'm scared too.

On 20 April, as soon as the battle against the city of Seville began, the army of the King of Castile launched a fierce attack on the city of Seville with an unstoppable force.

Following the loss of the fortresses along the outer river on the north bank of the Guadaville River, the coalition forces stationed in Seville became terrified by panic.

Everyone was afraid of the king's army attacking their position, and as a result, almost no one was willing to confront Gonzalo's army head-on.

It was a battle that was doomed from even beginning, or rather, when the first cannon was fired from outside the city, the Andalusian nobles had already surrendered spiritually.

Driven by the temptation of honor and spoils, the soldiers of the Wang army launched waves of fierce attacks on the rebels without fear of death.

The bad news of the loss of the streets reached the Governor's Palace, and the nobles who guarded the Governor's Palace became numb from the initial anxiety.

More and more people are looking at the old man who always sat in the hall of the Doge's Palace, seemingly untouched by anything.

In the past, his seemingly calm appearance always reassured people, but now his appearance has made many people secretly resentful.

"He was the one who deceived us into rebellion."

"He told us that everything was under control, but now everybody's going to have their heads moved."

"He's still married to that woman of unknown origin, and it's going to take all of us to hell."

"If you hand him over to the king, will you be able to escape this ......?"

People first test each other with their eyes, and then acquaintances begin to secretly discuss.

The atmosphere of conspiracy grew stronger, and the eyes of people looking at Don Bavi became more and more terrifying.

The attendants around them felt something strange, and they nervously secretly looked at the nobles who stood in the distance and looked at the fierce light as if staring at their prey.

Someone tried to warn his master, but Don Bavi sat there with his eyes closed as if he were asleep.

"Sir."

An elderly servant crept into the hall, a close confidant of Don Bavi, who had been with him since he was very young.

"Are you gone?"

Don Bavi barely opened his eyes as if he had just woken up to look at the servant.

"Gone, two people walking together."

"Oh, that's good, hope they don't get caught."

Don Bavi said as the servant helped him to his feet, and he walked forward tremblingly, walking to the men under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.

"Do you want to give me to that Gonzalo?"

His words caused a panic among the nobles, and even at a time when everyone was already in danger, no one dared to refute him.

"You are so stupid," Don Bavi pointed at the men with a shaky hand, "you think that by handing me over to Gonzalo you will save yourselves, but have you ever thought that even if there was no rebellion, Ferdinand would be able to spare each of you?" ”

"At least we can save our lives!"

A nobleman with a bare head retorted loudly, and as soon as someone took the lead, the nobles' already complaining emotions erupted.

They kept blaming Don Bavi for all of this, and even his supporters complained that if he hadn't married the woman, things might not have gotten so bad.

"Admit it, you're just coveting the throne of Castile, you're just planning for yourself," the bald-headed nobleman still took the lead in uncovering Don Bavi, "You use all of us as pawns for your ambitions, and now we're out of the way, hand over that woman to the king, so we can have a chance to negotiate with Ferdinand." ”

The man's words immediately drew a response from many people, who began to clamoring for Don Bavi to hand over his wife, and they no longer called her princess, but simply "the woman".

"You want me to sell my wife?" Don Bavi still stood trembling there, but no one dared to walk in front of him, and his prestige in Andalusia over the years made him still the brave, noble, and inviolable warrior in the eyes of many.

"She's not your wife, she's just a Moorish bastard you don't know where you got it."

Seeing that the people had been stirred up, the bald nobleman became emboldened, and he squeezed out of the crowd to stand in front of everyone, and shouted accusations from afar.

And his words made the nobles standing behind him stunned for a moment, and then they shouted loudly as if they had come to their senses.

Everyone knew that whether or not the woman named Alfurt was really the daughter of Isabella and Ferdinand, Maria's twin sister, it didn't matter anymore.

Now they had to make a complete severance with the woman and Don Bavi, they might not be able to escape the blame, and many of them were ready to lose their territory, but at least they could save their lives.

But if they continue to mingle with Don Bavi, what awaits them is likely to be the gallows.

If Ferdinand had been a little more vicious, perhaps some of them would have been thrown into the Inquisition, and if they would have been tortured not only while they were alive, but also in hell if they died.

Don Bavi silently looked at the people who were shouting in front of him.

Many of them were well known to him, and they had been more fearful than respectful to him before.

But now these people seem to be eager to grab a piece of meat from him, as if in this way they can prove that they are actually innocent, deceived and deceived.

Don Bavi's shriveled lips twitched, and no one knew whether he was sad or mocking, and he looked at the men in front of him with such stiff expressions, until the Andalusian nobles, led by the bald nobleman, finally drew their swords.

"Is this a rebellion?" Don Bavi glanced at the old servant beside him.

Seeing him nod, Don Bavi paused on the ground with the cane in his hand.

It wasn't loud, no one even heard it, but it was a signal.

The doors on either side of the hall were suddenly slammed open, and a group of guards armed with swords and spears rushed in.

Their clothes were embroidered with the coat of arms of the Don Bavi family, and some of the spears carried the conspicuous pennant of the Duke of Bukhalanse's house.

Everyone was frightened by this turn of events, and they thought that Don Bavi might resist, but because the old man was right in front of them, they thought it was too late for him to call his men.

But now it seems that he has been prepared, and perhaps even if they do not mutiny, for some unknown reason, Don Bavi is already planning to attack them.

"It's a conspiracy! He's going to kill us all, call the guards! Call the guards! ”

The bald nobleman shouted and sword in both hands, vigilantly guarding against Don Bavi's soldiers.

But Don Bavi clearly doesn't plan to give these people another chance.

The cane in his hand paused again, and with this small movement, a "thump" of crossbow shots immediately sounded from among the guards.

Screams rang out in the hall, and the nobles who tried to flee and resist were shot down by crossbow arrows.

When someone finally thinks about escaping, they find that the gate has been closed for some time.

Don Bavi stood behind a line of shield-wielding guards, and he watched coldly as the nobles struggled to resist, only one by one to be poked down with spears or slashed by swords.

Until the end, looking at the Andalusian nobleman who was lying in a pool of blood and moaning in pain, he waved his hand with some difficulty.

The guards began to move forward, stabbing someone to death at the sight of a person, even if they looked at someone who was already dead, and stabbed him twice.

The bald nobleman had not yet taken his last breath, and he was carried before Don Bavi.

Looking at his face, which was spitting blood because his lungs were pierced, Tang Bawei leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Do you know why you ended up like this, because you know too much." ”

"Poof~"

The bald nobleman struggled to squirt a mouthful of blood from his mouth at Don Bavi, and the bald hair burst into hysterical laughter as he watched his face scarlet as he was sprayed red.

"Kill him."

Don Bavi was not angry, he watched as the guards kept stabbing the man with their swords.

He slit his throat again as he tried to pray with all his might, until he was motionless.

"That's enough." Looking at the bloody hall everywhere, Don Bavi muttered to himself.

Then he paused his crutches again at the red-eyed guards.

"Alright, let's get ready, let's get out of here."

"For the sake of adults!"

The guards shouted loudly, and their blood was soaring.