The artillery roared like a thunderstorm, and with more intense thunder and fire, a barrage of muskets continued to shoot out of the Norman phalanx, and the neighing of war horses, the shouts of soldiers, the screams of screams, and the sound of gold and iron clashing resounded all over the place.

The sounds continued to spread in all directions, so that King Alfonso of León and his nobles, who were five kilometers away, could clearly understand the brutality of the decisive battle ahead.

"Your Majesty, the front is a critical moment in the decisive battle, and you should immediately attack and threaten the flank of the Normans."

Archbishop Monio of León persuaded his king, Alfonso VI, with a little eagerness.

The reason why he was so anxious was not for nothing, according to William's style, once William succeeded in defeating King Sancho II of Castile and successfully conquering Castile and Leon, perhaps the local nobles would still be able to retain their power and domains, but their bishops and priests would have to give a lot of power and property to their new emperor William, and even suffer the fate of expulsion.

Such a result is something that Archbishop Moneo and others of León cannot accept in any case.

"Isn't that bad? My Excellency the Archbishop of León? Alfonso's handsome face showed a hint of a smile, and he slowly spoke: "Our presence alone has already restrained the strength of a legion for my beloved brother Sancho, what else can I do?" ”

"But your Majesty, the situation of the war is not optimistic at the moment, His Majesty King Sancho is inferior to Emperor Wilhelm of the Norman Empire in terms of troops and equipment, and if there are no reinforcements, I am afraid that it will be ......," continued Archbishop León.

"Needless to say, I have my own opinions."

Alfonso interrupted the other party's persuasion, shaking his head in refusal.

In order to help Sancho, the brother who killed himself in order to seize his kingdom of Leon, in order to repay the peace he gave him, do you have to use all the forces in your hands?

Anyone knew that this was impossible, and the last time he was beaten by his brother and fled, so much so that he was forced to abandon Leon's hatred, he Alfonso did not forget.

What's more, the troops in his hands at the moment are only a little more than 10,000, and most of them are just the remnants of the defeated generals who were previously contained, the morale is not high, and the equipment is extremely short, and being able to contain the more than 8,000 infantry belonging to the Second Army is already the best result that he can achieve by racking his brains to bluff the strategy, what else can he ask for?

"Maybe it's a good idea to let the arrogant Sancho suffer a complete defeat here." Alfonso smiled at the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but think in his heart.

William's attack on Castille, threatening León and Galicia, was not an existential crisis for Alfonso, but a great opportunity for him to use William's hand to get rid of Sancho and then unify Castille.

Although William was the husband of his eldest sister Uraka and the son-in-law of the Castiers, he was a foreign ruler after all, and the proud Castile people were much resistant to Norman rule.

As long as he took advantage of the fear and resistance of the Castile nobles to the Normans, Alfonso decided that it would not be difficult to drive the Normans out of the Pyrenees with the help of the united Castile nobles.

Moreover, even if William had defeated Sancho and captured León, he Alfonso could have followed the example of his predecessors and retreated into the mountains of Asturias to fight and wait for an opportunity.

The brutality of the Normans was not sure to last, and Alfonso was confident that he would follow the example of his predecessors and drive the Normans out of Castile.

"This delicate thing called a telescope is really convenient, but it's a pity that even the skilled craftsmen in the kingdom can't make a second one." King Alfonso turned the monocular in his hand and sighed as he observed the battlefield.

The old telescope in his possession had been given to William as a meeting gift to his three brothers ten years earlier when he visited his father, Ferdinand I, at the court of Leon.

In addition to the reckless Garcia, Sancho, who has a keen military sense, and Alfonso, who has a keen military sense, treasured it as if they had obtained the telescope, and gathered skilled craftsmen in their respective territories to try to imitate it, but after nearly ten years, they still failed to succeed.

Alfonso also had to admit that William and the Normans did have a lot of advanced weapons and equipment in their hands, such as the full-body forged steel plate armor that could not be forged so far, the new arquebus and artillery, and the telescope in his hand.

"But it doesn't matter, after I use my strategy to defeat William's army and capture his craftsmen, I will have the forging skills of these new equipment." Alfonso was sure.

"It seems that the situation is not good, even if Sancho sent all the knights and armor under his command, he could not break through the large phalanx of the Normans, and many warriors were killed by those new weapons called muskets and cannons without even touching the Norman formation, and the situation on the battlefield was even more one-sided." Alfonso spun his binoculars, constantly observing the battle in the distance, and muttered to himself.

"Your Majesty! ......”

Archbishop León heard Alfonso's voice to himself and couldn't help but cry out anxiously.

"Prepare to retreat, Your Excellency the Archbishop." Alfonso retracted his binoculars, reached out and patted the other person's shoulder and smiled.

"But ......"

The Archbishop of León did not say anything, but saw that his Majesty King Alfonso had already galloped down the hill.

"Retreat, ladies and gentlemen. This time the Normans were too strong to be defeated, so our army should retreat decisively, leaving it to be useful, so that they could follow the example of the sages of Aristuras and fight the Normans to the death! Alfonso rode his horse to the nobles under his command and commanded aloud.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Although the nobles of the Kingdom of León were puzzled by the orders of their king Alfonso, they had no choice but to carry them out at the moment.

"The whole army is marching towards Burgos!"

"Yes!"

Since his brother Sancho's defeat is decided, his Castille can't be saved, and since the wealth of Castille and Burgos will sooner or later be cheaper than William, it is better to let himself take them all away as his capital against William.

By the way, the eldest sister-in-law in the palace of Burgos, Princess Uraca of Aragon, he will also take it with him, and maybe he can play an unexpected role.

If Sancho had known what Alfonso was thinking at the moment, perhaps he would have regretted why he had let this treacherous and cunning man go.