Fierce battles unfolded in the city north of the Guadavile River. From time to time, the sounds of sounds erupted one after another in the north of the city, and dull gunfires sounded from time to time, but more of them were the terrifying shouts and fighting.

The Governor's Office and the Cathedral of Seville became the focus of the competition between the two sides. Even though the coalition forces had disintegrated and almost collapsed, there were still people who resisted stubbornly and refused to surrender.

In front of the Cathedral of Seville, a coalition force, which was covered in blood and almost everyone was wounded, guarding the square in front of the cathedral.

They were covered with corpses, some of them were their companions, but more were enemies.

A soldier was holding a long sword with his head broken in his hand. The sword edge had been broken and the entire sword body was a little twisted.

The soldier kept gasping for a long time, blinking his eyes hard, and squeezed out the sweat that was irritating and painful to the eyelids.

Opposite them, the team of Wang Jun was slowly approaching. Under the scorching sun, his armor was bright and his swords and guns were flashing.

An old soldier suddenly poked the spear in his hand to the ground. He knelt on one knee and used his other empty hand to dip a trace of blood on his index finger to paint a cross on the armor on his chest. Then he stood up and let out a dull roar.

"God bless!"

"God bless!"

The roar echoed in the square in front of the cathedral. Facing the increasing number of royal soldiers, these coalition soldiers not only did not retreat, but instead pressed towards the enemy.

Wang Jun seemed to be stunned by their unexpected behavior. They stopped and stared at the enemy opposite with vigilance. A group of sword and shield soldiers holding shields that had already landed behind rushed through the gaps of their companions and formed a row of shield walls in front of the queue.

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

His words came to an abrupt end, and a crossbow shot through his throat.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp arrow like a locust flew out from behind the shield wall.

The coalition soldiers rushed forward frantically, hoping to die with the enemy at the last moment.

However, before they could rush to the enemy, they were shot down one after another. Even those who escaped the crossbow arrows were lucky enough to escape, they fell in front of the already poked spear forest.

"These are some warriors, may God forgive their souls," a captain looked at the enemies who fell to the ground, dead or wounded, and then raised his head and couldn't wait to shout "Occupy the Cathedral!"

This shout immediately ushered in the crazy cheers of his subordinates, and everyone's eyes flashed with a greedy light of "making money".

At this time, the fear of God had been overshadowed by greed, and a battle that was originally a rebellion turned into a complete looting.

The most famous cathedral in Seville City suffered an unprecedented disaster. The treasures on the statues inlaid with gems and ivory were knocked down, the silver sacred utensils were moved away in the box, the copper wax table on the pillars was pried down, and even the copper bags and cap nails on the doors and windows were cut out and put on the carriage.

Sevilla's auxiliary bishop stood in a corner in a daze, or was somewhat awe of the clergy, but fortunately no one could care about him.

However, the auxiliary bishop knew that this was only temporary. He was Don Bavi's largest church supporter in Seville. Perhaps these people dared not do anything to him, but when Gonzalo entered the city, it was time for him to be in trouble.

The auxiliary bishop watched a few soldiers walking past him with a familiar box. He knew what was inside, which was all his savings over the years, but he didn't dare to stop him, so he could only watch them snatch his efforts away.

"God, bring down a thunder and kill these devils who should go to hell."

The auxiliary bishop could only use this kind of whining method to curse, but he also knew that this was just a mess for him, so he turned around in a daze, and didn't bother to collide with the soldiers coming and going, and returned to his room.

Looking at the messy room that had been rummaged over the ground, the assistant bishop closed his eyes and hugged his head in pain.

He hoped that after opening his eyes, he found that all this was just a nightmare, but what disappointed him was that the scene was still the same after opening his eyes, but there were a few more soldiers in front of him who looked a bit strange.

It was said that these people were a little weird because they were looking at the auxiliary bishop, as if they were determining something, and then one of them asked, "Are you the Bishop?"

"Yes, no, I am the auxiliary bishop, I am..."

"Yes, it's you."

The soldier opposite immediately waved his hand, and as the few people around him suddenly rushed up, the auxiliary bishop was overturned to the ground. Before he could shout out, a wet thing had been stuffed into his mouth, and then he was tied with a rope.

Then the eyes turned dark and the auxiliary bishop was stuffed into the sack that had been prepared.

While struggling, the auxiliary bishop only heard the soldier who had met him before saying excitedly: "Be careful, this bishop is worth 200 Florins."

Then he felt that he was being carried up, and the man warned the bishop's butt: "Be honest and don't speak out, otherwise don't blame us for being rude."

Although the battle at Seville Cathedral was fierce, it went smoothly. Before noon, the good news of the recovery of the cathedral had reached Gonzalo's command camp outside the city.

It's just that it's a bit troublesome to attack the Governor's Mansion.

The troops guarding the Governor's Office were Don Bavi's troops. As early as the royal army approached Seville, Don Bavi transferred his trusted troops back to the Governor's Office.

At the same time, he strengthened the fortifications of the Governor's Office, which made the battle to attack the Governor's Office extremely fierce and cruel.

What surprised Wang Jun was that Don Bawei actually prepared several bulky artillery pieces in the Governor's Mansion, and it was obvious that he was planning to resist stubbornly.

In addition to being prepared for a long time, the Buhalanse soldiers who guarded the Governor's Office were much more tenacious than any of the royal army encountered.

On the narrow street leading to the Governor's Mansion, these Buhalanser soldiers had already built barricades to resist layer by layer. When they could not resist, they all retreated to the Governor's Mansion and continued to fight.

Even when the Seville Cathedral was recovered for a long time and the sun had gradually shifted to the west, the news of the Governor's House still resisting stubbornly continued to reach the camp outside the city.

But at this time Gonzalo's attention was no longer on Don Bavi.

"What are the Sicilians doing?"

Gonzalo walked to the river beach and looked at the other side. He could vaguely see an army on the plain opposite the river waiting there quietly.

"They are waiting for me to attack," Gonzalo said and looked at his subordinates. "I think you should know why I didn't let you go and make a fortune."

"We are going to fight that Sicilian army." An officer smiled.

These people were trained by Gonzalo. They had followed him to many places. Gonzalo made each of them a rich man and a real soldier.

"That's not an ordinary army, they are different from any enemy you've ever seen before."

Gonzalo was not stingy with praising his opponents. He was an arrogant and arrogant madman to those enemies he despised, but he would maintain the seriousness and respect he deserved for his real opponents.

"Remember, don't hesitate after the battle begins. Our enemies are good at seizing even small opportunities, so don't create any conditions for them to take advantage of, attack, attack, and constant attack, and keep exhausted, do you understand?!"

"Sir!"

The officers responded loudly, their faces flushed with excitement. Even though they had not yet contacted the Sicilians, they had already felt the commander's unprecedented expectation and excitement from Gonzalo's words.

It's strange that Gonzalo Cordoba has never been so excited before and after any battle.

Even though he had just arrived in Italy, the war situation was unfavorable and he lost to the French, or later he almost wiped out the French army and captured Charles VIII, he was always so calm regardless of the outcome.

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

"This is destined to be a battle that has been recorded in history. Don't think I'm joking. I believe this battle will record history." Gonzalo stood on the river beach and looked at the vague enemy camp that was filled with smoke and dust across the street. "Because many things on the battlefield are different from before."

The battle in the north of Seville City was gradually coming to an end. After knowing that failure was inevitable, a large number of Seville nobles who resisted or did not resist began to break through.

Although they participated in the rebellion, they would be as if they had fled back to their respective territories. It was difficult for Valyarido to punish so many nobles involved, and the end of the matter would be left alone.

Therefore, after the news that the fall of Seville Cathedral spread, the rebel nobles retreated in the direction they thought they could escape, trying to escape from the city.

It was just because most parts of the northern part of Andalusia were already controlled by the royal army, so after the rebel nobles broke into contact with the royal army, they finally chose to bypass the royal army's front and fled to the south that had not been occupied by the royal army.

Many people know that they may have to stay in the Murasen Mountains for a while, and they can only wait for an opportunity to return to their respective territories after the limelight or pardon.

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

Wang Jun, who was confronting the Catalans across the Guadavile River Bridge, suddenly felt a huge pressure.

I don’t know when it started, but many rebel troops suddenly emerged from all directions and suddenly rushed towards the street where they were.

Before these Wangjun could react, the rebels who had several times more than them had already scattered the Wangjun, who had been divided into countless small sections by streets and alleys.

Driven by the strong desire to survive, the rebels showed stronger combat power than before.

The sudden attack made the Wang Jun's front a chaotic situation.

In fact, except for Gonzalo's new model army, although most of the southern counter-rebellion kings are already elite, their strength is still not much different from the Andalusian rebels.

With the destructive momentum formed by the active attack and the decay of the enemy's morale, the rebels quickly lost the initiative before the courage to fight to the death in order to survive.

The rebels were crowded and pushed, and shouting in their mouths that they couldn't understand, rushing forward desperately.

They suddenly emerged from the streets and alleys like legendary goblins, and some even rushed out from behind Wang Jun's formation.

Then these Andalusians rushed towards the Guadalvier River Bridge regardless of their own efforts.

A group of people, two groups of people, and more fleeing nobles fled from all directions in the same direction. They just wanted to escape from the city before being surrounded by the Wang army.

As for those in the Governor's Mansion, they no longer care about it.

The Catalans who had retreated to the south bank of the bridge also noticed the incident. They stared at Wang Jun who was becoming chaotic and panicked on the other side of the river with a little nervous and excited. Someone was eager to try and prepared to rush over to get the bargain.

"Tell us to stay steady," Tiego reminded the mercenary captain around him. He knew it would be more convenient to let these thick pieces deal with the **s below. Seeing the captain swearing and running down the wall, he looked further across the river. "We will soon confront the Castiles head-on."

Sure enough, when they heard that the rebel nobles began to break through, the royal army changed direction one after another.

In fact, many of them did not want to seize the rebels with difficulty, but were thinking about taking the opportunity to rob. However, after hearing the news, Gonzalo sent someone to issue an order that forced them to give up the opportunity to make money and turn back to chase the fleeing nobles.

However, Gonzalo did not treat them unfairly. In his order, he made generous promise that he would not take any spoils he received from the captured nobles, and that the ransom he paid would be paid to the arrester.

Such generosity prompted the royal army to boost morale in an instant. For a moment, the entire north of Seville was divided into two huge torrents, rushing towards the Guadavier River Bridge and the Governor's Mansion.

The sun is gradually moving westward, and the battle in most parts of the north of Victoria has come to an end.

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

Some bold Sevillas went out quietly, standing on the devastated street, looking towards the two places in the distance.

The fires soared into the sky, the smoke filled the guns and fighting sounds from time to time made the Sevilla people frightened.

The Governor's Office has been besieged for nearly a day, and both sides have been exhausted.

Dragging his tired body, a soldier struggled to pile the stones on the gap in front of the gate of the Governor's Mansion that had been destroyed, and then sat down softly and gasped.
To be continued...