Fierce battles unfolded in the city north of the Guadaville River, with occasional waves of sound in the north of the city, and muffled gunfire rang out from time to time, but more often than not, the terrifying shouts of fighting.

The Doge's Palace and the Cathedral of Seville became the focus of contention, and even though the coalition forces had broken down and were on the verge of collapse, there were still stubborn resistance and refusal to surrender.

In front of the Cathedral of Seville, a coalition army that was covered in blood and almost everyone was wounded and hung up with colors guarding the square in front of the cathedral.

They were surrounded by corpses, some of them companions, but many more of them enemies.

A soldier clutched a long sword with a severed head in his hand, the blade of which had been cut into bumps and mutilations, and the entire blade was already slightly twisted.

The soldier gasped for breath, and his eyes blinked vigorously, squeezing out the painful sweat that had flowed into his eyelids.

Opposite them, groups of Wang troops were slowly approaching, and under the scorching sun, the armor was bright, and the swords and spears flashed.

An old soldier suddenly poked his spear into the ground, knelt down on one knee and smeared a cross on the armor on his chest with the index finger of his free other hand, and then he stood up and let out a dull roar.

"God forbid!"

"God forbid!"

Roars echoed in the square in front of the cathedral, and instead of flinching, the allied soldiers pressed on the enemy in the face of more and more royal troops.

The king's army seemed stunned by their unexpected move, and they stopped to stare warily at the enemy opposite, and a group of shield-wielding sword and shield soldiers who had fallen behind rushed through the gap in their companions, erecting a line of shield walls in front of the ranks.

"This is the last battle, God is watching us," the veteran shouted excitedly, "Andalu ......"

His words came to an abrupt halt, and a crossbow arrow pierced his throat.

Immediately afterward, from behind the shield wall flew a field of locust arrows.

The Coalition soldiers rushed forward in a frenzy, trying to die with the enemy at the last moment.

But the result was that before they could rush in front of the enemy, they were already shot down one after another, and even those who were lucky enough to dodge the crossbow arrows fell in front of the spear forest that had been poked in rows.

"These are some warriors, may God forgive their souls," one of the captains looked at the dead or wounded enemies who had fallen to the ground, and then raised his head and shouted eagerly to the cathedral, which was no longer guarded, "Take the cathedral!" ”

This shout was immediately greeted with the crazy cheers of his subordinates, and everyone's eyes flashed with the greedy light of "rich".

At this time, the fear of God has been masked by greed, and what was originally a counterinsurgency battle has instantly turned into a complete looting.

The most famous cathedral in Seville suffered an unprecedented catastrophe, with jewels smashing down statues inlaid with precious stones and ivory, boxes of silver sacchariments removed, brass wax tables on pillars pried off, and even copper cladding and cap nails on doors and windows being ripped out and loaded onto horse-drawn carriages.

The auxiliary bishop of Seville stood in a stunned corner, or he was somewhat in awe of the clergy, but fortunately no one cared about him.

However, the auxiliary bishop knew that this was only temporary, he was Don Bavi's biggest supporter of the church in Seville, maybe these ** did not dare to do anything to him, but when Gonzalo entered the city, it was time for him to be unlucky.

The auxiliary bishop watched in a daze as several soldiers walked past him carrying a familiar suitcase, he knew what it contained, it was all his savings over the years, but he didn't dare to stop it, he could only watch them snatch his hard work away like this.

"God, send down a thunderbolt and slay these devils who deserve to go to hell."

The auxiliary bishop could only curse in this innocent moaning way, but he also knew that it was purely for himself, so he turned around a little dejectedly, and returned to his room without bumping into the soldiers who came and went.

Looking at the house that had been turned over and in a mess, the auxiliary bishop closed his eyes and hugged his head in pain.

He hoped to open his eyes and find that it was just a nightmare, but to his disappointment, the scene was still the same when he opened his eyes, but there were a few more Wang soldiers who looked a little strange in front of him.

They were a little strange because they had been looking at the auxiliary bishop as if to make sure of something, and then one of them asked, "Are you the bishop?" ”

"Yes, no, I'm an auxiliary bishop, I'm ......"

"That's right, it's you."

The soldier on the other side immediately beckoned, and as several people around him suddenly pounced, the auxiliary bishop was flipped to the ground by Lisuo, and before he could shout, a wet thing was already stuffed into his mouth, and then he was tied with a rope.

Then, as soon as it was dark, the auxiliary bishop was stuffed into the sack that had been prepared.

In the midst of the struggle, the auxiliary bishop only heard the soldier who had accosted him say excitedly: "Be careful, this bishop is worth 200 florins." ”

Then he felt himself being carried, and the man warned the bishop in the ass: "Be honest and don't make a sound, or don't blame us for being rude." ”

The battle for the Cathedral of Seville was fierce but smooth, and even by noon the good news of the recapture of the Cathedral had reached Gonzalo's command camp outside the city.

It's just that attacking the Governor's Palace is a bit of a problem.

The Doge's palace was guarded by Don Bavi's troops, who had brought his cronies back to Seville as soon as the royal army approached Seville.

At the same time, he strengthened the fortifications of the Doge's Palace, which made the battle for the Doge's Palace extremely fierce and brutal.

To Wang Jun's surprise, Don Bavi had prepared several bulky cannons in the governor's palace, and it was clear that he intended to resist stubbornly.

In addition to being well prepared, Don Bavi's Buharanse soldiers, who guarded the Doge's palace, were far more stubborn and ferocious than any of the king's army had encountered.

In the narrow streets leading to the Doge's Palace, these Buhalanse soldiers had already built barricades to resist, and when they could no longer resist, they all retreated to the Doge's Palace and continued to fight.

Even when it had been a long time since the recovery of the Cathedral of Seville and the sun had gradually shifted to the west, the news that the Doge's Palace was still resisting stubbornly continued to reach the camps outside the city.

By this time, however, Gonzalo's attention was no longer with Don Bavi.

"What are the Sicilians doing?"

Gonzalo walked to the beach and looked at the other side, where he could vaguely see an army waiting quietly on the plains across the river.

"They're waiting for me to attack," Gonzalo said, glancing at his men next to him, "I think you should know why I didn't let you go with you to make a fortune." ”

"We're going to fight that Sicilian army." One of the officers smiled.

These men were trained by Gonzalo's own hands, and they had followed him to many places, and Gonzalo made each of them rich men, and at the same time became real soldiers.

"That's no ordinary army, they're unlike any enemy you've seen before."

Gonzalo did not hesitate to praise his opponents, and he was an arrogant and empty-sighted fanatic to those who despised him, but he would maintain the seriousness and respect he deserved for his true opponents.

"Remember, don't hesitate once the battle begins, our enemies are very good at seizing even the slightest opportunity, so don't create any conditions for them to take advantage of, attack, attack, keep attacking, let them run for their lives, you know?!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The officers replied loudly, their faces flushed with excitement, and even though they had not yet made contact with the Sicilians, they could already sense the anticipation and excitement of the commander from Gonzalo's words.

It is strange that Gonzalo Córdoba has never been so agitated before and after any battle.

Even when he first arrived in Italy, the battle was unfavorable and he lost to the French, or when he almost annihilated the French army in one fell swoop and captured Charles VIII, he was always so calm regardless of victory or defeat.

But now Gonzalo is more like a crazy gambler, his mind is still calm, but his emotions have become so excited.

"This is destined to be a battle that will go down in history, don't think I'm joking, believe me that this battle will go down in history," Gonzalo said, standing on the river beach and looking at the enemy camp looming under the smoke and dust on the opposite side, "because many things on the battlefield are different from before. ”

The battle in the north of Seville was drawing to a close, and knowing that defeat was inevitable, a large number of Sevillian nobles who resisted or did not resist began to break through.

Although they participated in the rebellion, they were safe as long as they fled back to their respective territories, and it was difficult for Barriaridus to punish so many nobles involved, and the result was that in the end, things would not work out.

Therefore, after the fall of the Cathedral of Seville, which meant that the defense of the city had failed, spread the news that the defense of the city had failed, the rebel nobles began to retreat in the direction they thought they could escape, trying to escape the city.

It was only because most of northern Andalusia had been controlled by the royal army, so after the rebel nobles disengaged from the royal army, they finally chose to bypass the royal army and flee for their lives in the south, which had not yet been occupied by the royal army.

Many know that they may have to spend some time in the mountains of Mullacen, and only after the limelight has passed or an amnesty has passed before they can return to their respective territories.

But it's better than being captured by Gonzalo, who has now become a real nightmare for Andalusians.

Wang's army, which confronted the Catalans across the bridge over the Guadaville River, suddenly felt a tremendous pressure.

At some point, many rebel units suddenly appeared from all directions, and suddenly rushed towards the street where they were.

Without waiting for these Wang troops to react, the rebels who were several times more numerous than them had already been scattered, and the Wang army, which had been divided into countless small sections by the streets and alleys, was scattered.

Driven by a strong desire to survive, the rebels showed a stronger fighting force than before.

The sudden attack caused confusion on the royal army's front.

In fact, with the exception of Gonzalo's new model army, most of the southern counterinsurgency army was already elite, but there was still not much difference in strength between them and the Andalusian rebels.

Relying on the devastating momentum formed by the active attack and the disheartened spirit of the enemy army, the rebels quickly lost the initiative before they had the courage to fight to the death in order to survive.

The rebels crowded, pushed, and screamed all sorts of cries that even they themselves could not understand, and rushed forward desperately.

They suddenly emerged from the streets and alleys like legendary goblins, and some even scurried out from behind the formation of the king's army.

Then the Andalusians rushed desperately in the direction of the Guadaville bridge.

One group, two groups, and many more of the fugitive nobles fled in the same direction from all directions, wanting only to escape the city before they were surrounded by the king's army.

As for the people in the governor's palace, they can't care about it anymore.

The Catalans, who had retreated to the south bank of the bridge, were also aware of this change, and they stared at the chaotic and panicked Wang Jun on the other side of the river with a little nervousness and excitement, and some people were already eager to rush over to pick up the bargain.

"Tell our people to hold on," Tiego reminded the mercenary captain beside him, he knew it would be more convenient to let these rough blanks deal with the ** below, and watched the captain run down the wall with a curse, and he looked farther across the river, "Soon we will go head-to-head with the Castilians." ”

Sure enough, when they heard that the rebel nobles had begun to break through, the royal army turned around.

In fact, many of them did not want to go through the trouble of arresting those rebels, but were worried about taking the opportunity to rob, but after hearing the news, Gonzalo sent an order that made them have to give up the opportunity to make a fortune and go back to chase the fugitive nobles.

Gonzalo, however, did not treat them badly, and in his orders he generously promised that he would take no spoils of war from the captured nobles, and that half of the ransom paid would be given to his captors.

This generosity instantly boosted the morale of the royal army, and for a time the entire northern part of Seville was divided into two huge torrents, rushing in the direction of the Guadaville River bridge and the governor's palace.

The sun had receded to the west, and the battle had come to an end in much of northern Victoria.

In this way, the sounds of fighting and screaming from two places became extremely eye-catching.

Some bold Sevillians crept out the door, standing in the devastated streets and looking out at the two places in the distance.

The flames were in the sky, the smoke was filled, and the sound of guns and fighting from time to time made the people of Seville tremble.

The Doge's Palace had been under siege for almost a day, and both sides were already exhausted.

Dragging his tired body, a soldier struggled to pile stones into the gap in front of the gate of the Governor's Palace, which had been blown down, and then sat down limply and gasped.

They've been on hold long enough that they should be able to retreat.

The soldier wondered in his heart, but he didn't ask.

These soldiers were soldiers of Don Bavi's territory in Bukhalanse, and they had served the Dukes of Bukhalanse for generations.

Now, perhaps, it will be the last time they will serve the duke.

Hearing a noise in the distance, the soldier was accustomed to standing up to take a look.

Then a sudden crossbow bolt flew through his eye socket and pierced the back of his head.

The people around him didn't care whether he was alive or dead, and grabbed the spear from the ground, only to be lowered and hid by a sudden rain of arrows.

The king's army attacked again, and the smell of blood became thicker and thicker in front of the governor's palace, and from time to time people on both sides fell, and then more people made up.

Don Bavi sat at the window on the second floor and watched what was happening below.

The saliva from the corners of his mouth was already soaking through his chest, but neither he nor the old servants beside him paid attention.

"Master, isn't it time to go?" The old servant asked in a low voice.

"Oh, almost," Don Bavi replied vaguely, then looked up expectantly and asked, "Have they already fled?" ”

"Rest assured, everything is already arranged," the old servant whispered, "and now you have to worry about yourself. ”

Don Bavi let the old servant push him to the back, and said with difficulty, "I have nothing to worry about, we all know what I will be like in the end." ”

A few horsemen, who had been waiting impatiently, walked up and down the courtyard anxiously, and when they saw the figure of Don Bavi, they immediately rushed to him and helped him into the carriage.

"Bukharanse ......"

Don Bavi leaned out to speak to his men, but his voice was so weak that he could barely hear it, and he waved his hand with all his might, then leaned back into the arms of the servant who supported him.

"Raise the flag!"

A knight shouted loudly, and at his command the insignia of the Duke of Buharanse was raised, and even the knights' spears fluttered with conspicuous pennants.

"Rush out, for the sake of your lordship!"

"For the sake of adults!"

The cavalrymen hugged the carriage tightly in the middle, and at the command of the chief knight, the cavalrymen in heavy armor crushed the enemy who had already rushed into the courtyard like a rolling torrent.

The soldiers of the royal army, who had just cheered for the final breach of the gate, were immediately scrambled by the sudden attack.

And their enemies took advantage of this sudden change to break through the royal army in front of them in one fell swoop, and rushed forward frantically regardless of everything.

Stampeded by horses and stabbed with spears, this breakout force slashed and slashed through the streets.

Wherever they passed, the king's army turned on their backs, and for a while, no one could stop their momentum.

However, this also completely angered more and more royal soldiers who flocked to the gates of the governor's palace.

When they noticed the fluttering flags in the procession and the carriage that looked like the great nobles, they didn't know who was the first to shout excitedly: "It's the duke!" In the car was the Duke of Buharanse! ”

This shout was like igniting a whole barrel of gunpowder, and it exploded in the street in an instant!

The soldiers of the royal army flocked to the cavalry who were already trapped in the middle.

They cut down the knights with their swords, and pierced their horses with their swords and axes.

With a terrible neigh, the horse that had had its legs cut off and its chest and abdomen collapsed with a bang, lying in a pool of blood and struggling in pain.

And the masters on their backs either fell to the ground with the fall of the war horse, or they were directly dragged down by a pair of hands.

Then came the bloody slaughter.

There were fewer and fewer guards around the carriage, and the last few guards finally fell with a wave of fierce attacks.

The soldiers gathered around the carriage, but then involuntarily stopped.

They looked at each other and saw their greed in the eyes of others, but even then no one dared to open the car door.

Even though he was about to become a prisoner, as the noblest nobleman and Duke of Buharanse, Don Bavi still made the soldiers feel feared from the bottom of their hearts.

On the evening of April 20, 1501, the Viceroyalty of Seville, the symbol of the Andalusian aristocratic rebels, was captured.

The leader of the rebels, Don Bavi, Duke of Buharanse, tried to break out of the siege in a carriage, but was completely surrounded by the royal army.

The knights of Buhalanse, the last of Don Bavi's guards, were all killed after a valiant resistance, and the Duke's carriage was captured.

However, the duke himself was not captured alive.

When an officer opened the door, he saw an elderly servant pulling a dagger out of the duke's chest.

The Duke was dead at that moment, but to the disbelief of the royal soldiers, what they saw was Tang Bawi's face with a strange smile.

It was so weird that everyone who saw it was immersed in a nightmare for a long time.