Earl Don Sanchode rode on his horse and looked at the narrow and curved bay in the distance and thought about his previous plan again. After confirming that nothing had been missed, a hint of relief appeared on his face.

The sea temperature of this sea temperature, known by the locals, is part of a seaside plain not far from Noto. This plain forms a small, semi-arched basin around the bay, and the terrain slightly tilted upward extends far away. The terrain gradually rises upwards.

Bypassing the Moon Bay is the Port of Noto. The current Aragonese army and Noto port seem to be located on two sharp corners of a crescent moon respectively.

"Sir, we're here too quickly," said an officer from the side and laughed at Earl Don Sanchode. "The savages might not have thought that they would be in trouble soon."

Don Sanchode did not speak but smiled lightly in his answer, but the officer said it was right, the Wallachians might have received a report about their march, but would never have thought they would arrive at Noto so soon.

The speed of only one day and one night is probably even the same as the army led by Gonzalo. Don Sanchode thought about this idea in his heart. He knew that although Ferdinand was very disgusted with that Gonzalo, how much disgusted meant the same appreciation. Ferdinand was angry at Gonzalo's rebelliousness and arrogance, but he trusted his abilities very much.

Many Aragonian generals felt very uncomfortable in this way. They felt that they were no more than the Castiles, so some people had long been dissatisfied with the king's emphasis on Gonzalo.

Don Sanchode was one of them. As the most trusted general under Ferdinand, he had complaints about the king's repeated heavy responsibilities to the Castilians, rather than the Aragonian generals. This expedition to Sicily made Don Sanchode feel that it was a good opportunity to let the king see the abilities of these people again.

The Aragonese army began to enter the basin of Moon Bay. The rising highland on the far left and the blue waves on the right constantly rolled up and the white waves on the shore were gradually unfolding between the sea surface of the white waves on the shore.

At this point, Count Don Sanchode would certainly not think that the enemy had not received the exact news that they had arrived at the city. Therefore, Count Don Sanchode first ordered the Aragonese army to form and try to occupy the hilly area on the edge of the highland on the left.

"What if the Wallachians don't go out of the city to fight?" The officer next to him suddenly remembered something. Looking at the port of Noto in the distance, the officer looked a little worried. "If an attack is launched, we may have to attack the city directly."

Earl Don Sanchode looked at the Port of Noto, and he knew what the officer was worried about. The king had allowed them to freely decide whether the local Sicilians participated in this "shameful rebellion" after landing in Sicily. This means that as the commander of the Expeditionary Force, Earl Don Sanchode had the final right to judge the Sicilians.

The result of this right is Ferdinand's acquiescence to the expeditionary forces plundering in this war.

It is obvious that Ferdinand wants to punish the Sicilians for betrayal of him in a more severe way than before.

But in this way, in the eyes of the Expeditionary Force, Sicily has become a good place for them to make money, so if the Wallachians were really prepared to stay away from the city, for the Aragonese, even if they captured the port of Noto, the broken pots and jars would become their own losses.

And if the other party really wants to rely on the city to delay time, this is not good for the Aragonese who are trying to fight quickly, because it is very likely that the coalition forces that received the news will come to rescue.

Earl Don Sanchode looked at the port in the distance. The port of Noto, which was still quiet until now, seemed to indicate that the enemy might really intend to defend the city but couldn't leave. Although this disappointed him a little, he soon felt relieved.

"We need to be much faster than they thought. It will take at least two days for the Naples to arrive at Noto. How long do you think it will take us to capture this port?" the Count asked his subordinates, waved to the messenger, "order our left-wing troops to occupy the road to Noto."

With the orders of Count Don Sanchode, an Aragonese cavalry immediately ran along the gradually raised hills towards the vaguely visible road in the distance, which was the main road to the port of Noto, and once cut off, it means that unless you take the sea route, there is no way to the road to the mainland.

"Maybe these Wallachians will escape from the sea, but that's nothing. We must first make sure that these savages do not cause us trouble," Count Don Sanchode explained to his men. "Our enemy is the Naples, or the Queen of Naples. Even if these Wallachians escape, they will not threaten us, because as long as they defeat that Queen, their brother-in-law will collapse without fighting."

The cavalry quickly ran forward in the rugged wilderness. Although the knights were proud of having several magical war horses, except for those noble knights who had huge expenses, Aragon's army did not attach much importance to the role of ordinary cavalry in the army.

Their infantry was fierce and powerful, especially the Catalans. Many times, even if they encountered those mountain Swiss barbarians on the battlefield, they would be more cautious about them.

These cavalry were local mountain herders from Andot in the north of Aragon. Andot was the largest mountain pastoral area in the north of the Iberian Peninsula. The locals cultivated the later famous Spanish horses for Iberia. Before these handsome animals gradually replaced those already lagging trends on the battlefield, the Aragonese's views on cavalry were at most, which was reconnaissance and restraint with the enemy cavalry.

The terrain in front was slightly steep, and the cavalry who rushed to the front paused a little. Some of them looked back at their companions who had been left behind. After thinking for a while, he clamped his feet and urged the horse forward again.

The avenue is at the highest point at the end of the hills. Because it is very far, it does not look very high from the bottom, but the cavalry running forward knows that this road is not easy to walk, and to climb up to the top, you have to run back and forth along the terrain a few times.

Just as the cavalry in the front were climbing up again, they seemed to find some shaking figures appearing on the edge of the road above their heads.

This made them immediately alert. Someone had raised the spear with the flag in his hand to warn his companions below, but that was all they could do.

When the first volleyball guns rang out, the cavalry in the front happened to advance in parallel with the avenue, which made each of them become a bright target.

The volleyball fires very quickly, or simply says that the person who attacked them just wanted to shoot a large piece of lead in the direction they were in, rather than deliberately trying to hit one of them.

However, due to the excessive density and level, almost every Andorot cavalry who rushed to the front was hit by a large number of projectiles.

The man and the horse were beaten into blood in an instant. With the unique roars of Wallachians, the bullets shot out immediately in the second row even broke out on the corpse that had not yet fallen.

The Andorot cavalry who followed closely behind were first shocked by this unexpected situation, then immediately shouted, and they drew their weapons and began to rush up the slope, because they had already discovered that the enemies who had just attacked them were reloading in a hurry.

They are now very close to each other. Although the road is rugged, it still has to bend upward to rush to the avenue, but this is just a blink of an eye for the Andorot cavalry.

A turn appeared in front of you instantly, and the Andorot cavalry had raised their unique cone swords to rush forward and kill the enemy.

At this moment, they saw several carriages waiting there quietly on the oncoming avenue.

The person running in front stayed for a while, and he instinctively felt that there was some danger, but it was too late.

He saw the muzzle of a cannon on the carriage. The cannon on a carriage didn't look big, but it was undoubtedly a terrible weapon that could kill people.

The cavalry wanted to drive the reins to avoid the side, but he had only time to twist the horse's head, and then he heard a roar that penetrated his eardrums.

The shells roared towards the Andorot cavalry that had just emerged. The huge impact force first penetrated the slender horse's neck directly. A large piece of torn meat and plasma hung on the head of the horse, flying around in the air. Then the unstoppable huge projectile continued to fly forward with the upper half of the horse's owner, until it was drawn and fell to the lowlands in the distance, and then rolled up the flesh and blood on it and rushed down the slope.

At this moment, the Aragonese's attention was attracted by what happened on the avenue.

"Yes, ambush?" When he said this, Earl Don Sanchode's tone was a little confused. He was not frightened by this sudden change, but was indeed somewhat surprised.

Before entering Noto, he had imagined that the Wallachians would likely have been defending and delaying their time to wait for reinforcements after knowing that they were coming.

However, as far as he knew, Noto was not conducive to fortification. Noto Port was located at the low point of Moon Bay, so as long as the Aragonese occupied the high ground on the outside of Moon Bay that led to Noto Port, they could not only cut off their way to retreat inland, but also attack Noto Port from a high point.

But Don Sanchode did not expect that his enemy not only did not defend but set up an ambush and took the initiative to attack him, which surprised him a little. However, compared to the surprise that the Wallachians seemed to be head-on with them, Don Sanchode felt that the Wallachians had really helped him a lot.

"Let the left wing launch an attack." The Count gave the order without hesitation. In fact, even now he still doubts whether he really has such good luck. After all, according to the information he received, the Wallachians had much less troops than him, which made him very doubtful who gave the opponent the courage to take the initiative at such a disadvantage.

So even though the enemy had already appeared on the avenue, Count Don Sanchode was still cautious and just let the left wing attack. At the same time, he led the main force mainly in infantry to continue to move towards the Port of Noto.

But then another fierce cannon sound aroused Don Sanchode's suspicion because he noticed that the cannon sound seemed to be coming from another direction.

This made him begin to wonder how many enemies he was facing.

As far as he knew, no unit with artillery could move its position so quickly, which means that the enemy on the left-wing high ground was not as few as he thought. Since the Wallachians could have so many troops set up ambush, how many people were waiting for them in the frontal Port of Noto?

Don Sanchode began to feel that things might not be as simple as he thought, and as the left wing gradually advanced towards the high ground, he heard the increasingly dense gunfire sound in surprise.

The gunfire was so numerous that he thought that there was more intense than any battle he had ever thought. Even the model army, which was proud of by Gonzalo, could not have so many muskets.

Don Sanchode unexpectedly looked up to the high ground and saw pieces of gunfire rising from time to time. Accompanied by the gunfire, the sound of gunfire roaring from time to time.

Don Sanchode hesitated a little. He looked at the Port of Noto, which was not too far away. It seemed quiet. It was obvious that the civilians in the port had already hidden themselves. They could vaguely see the figures behind several houses, but they had never seen any trace of the enemy.

The Count looked to the side. The team he had already deployed was still moving forward, and the troops on the far right were moving slowly near the beach.

The count raised his hand slightly, and he noticed that the messenger's gaze immediately looked at him, which made him withdraw his arm. At this moment, the count suddenly felt that the quiet port opposite looked like a huge trap waiting for him to fall into the trap.

Suddenly, gunfire from the left wing fell, and Don Sanchode immediately looked at the high ground, and soon he saw his soldiers shouting and rushing to the high ground, then disappearing from the distance of the road, and at the same time, enemies further away were seen retreating one after another.

"Just an ambush," an officer rushed over on his horse. Although it was winter, he was sweating heavily on his head and a large hole in his forehead was bleeding. But he seemed very excited. "The Wallachians probably threw all their elites there, and now the Port of Noto has opened the door to you, my lord!"

Listening to his subordinates' excitement, Earl Don Sanchode laughed. He was ashamed of his brief shake, and was also secretly surprised by the Wallachians' boldness.

"I heard that there was the female grandfather among them," said the Count's opponents, "pass my order, if the female grandfather is captured, she should be given the respect she deserves, because her bravery has been respected by me."

After saying that, Don Sanchode raised his arms high and swung hard towards Noto Harbor: "Occurrence!"
Chapter completed!