A group of Andalusians, a small group of people, rushed forward in the fields. Most of them were dressed in rags, and some were worn out in armor.

Some of these people were holding weapons, while others simply had bare hands, and their team was also messy. If it weren't for the fact that a few of them looked obviously not ordinary soldiers, these people would be no different from other fleeing Andalusian rebels.

These people were the remnants of nobles who escaped from the city of Seville.

Although the Guadavile River is wide, it is not as difficult to get through. Even if there are no bridges and a large enough ferry, if you can make up your mind to throw away all unnecessary things, you can escape the river by chance.

That's what these people did, throwing away everything except their carry-on weapons and purses, some used boats that happened to be found, and some simply used rafts to piece together by door panels, furniture or anything that could float up.

There are not many people who escaped like this, let alone any organizational system.

In fact, the Andalusian rebels were almost completely disrupted, and many nobles had lost their troops, and more people did not know whether their companions and friends were killed in battle or were captured, or escaped by chance as they were.

The Catalans led by Tiego certainly would not care about these sporadic rebels.

Their purpose is to block large rebels and prevent the Castiles from entering the southern part of Seville.

So these Andalusian rebels who crossed the Guadavile River were not intercepted, which made them thank God for their good luck.

Until they entered the plains south of the city, they encountered Kurash, who had occupied the town of Leo.

First of all, they were shocked by the sudden flying shells. Before they could figure out where the enemy was, there were already a series of scattered lines that looked like stretched stretched lines on the plain in the distance.

Although the enemy's front seemed to be as weak as a thread that could be broken with just a rush, the Andalusians were frightened for a moment.

Many of them instinctively wanted to run back, but the companions who followed him flocked to continue moving forward.

For a moment, the Andalusians who were fleeing on the plain were in chaos.

"We have to escape from this."

A knight in the team said anxiously, and his words were immediately responded by his companions.

Several people surrounded a man who was tightly wrapped in a coarse cloak and ran to the side. Behind them, some deserters who seemed to have nothing to do with them suddenly ran out of the crowd and followed them to the low-lying wetlands on the left side of the plain.

These people ignored someone behind them and shouted loudly to stop them, but ran forward desperately, as if something was chasing them.

Among these people, a man riding on a horse kept paying attention to the figure with tight bodies, but he tried his best to hold it back several times.

The wetland near the left side of Leo Town was obviously very large, and it gradually disappeared into the dense forest of dwarfs not long after they ran in.

This finally made the fugitives breathe a sigh of relief. They listened to the shouts that sounded from time to time outside the woods, and then the sudden gunshots. The people couldn't help but remain silent and looked at each other.

"We have to keep going," the knight seemed to be the leader of these people before. He squatted down and gasped for a few breaths before standing up and urged, "It's not safe here."

"Okay, let's take a breath. I haven't stopped after escaping from Sevilla." A soldier complained in dissatisfaction.

"Shut up, are you trying to let all of us lose our lives here?" the leader scolded, "We have to leave this place quickly, the Sicilians may find us at any time."

"Then they can't find it. We just want to send this woman away. If we are found, we will just hand her over to the Sicilians."

The soldier said indifferently that he did not notice the fierce light flashing in the eyes of many people around him as soon as he said this.

The man riding horse also had a ferocious face. His eyes were cruel when he looked at the soldier. After seeing the eyes of the people next to him, the man nodded secretly and quietly pulled out a sharp short knife from his waist.

Almost at the same time, several people rushed up from different directions. Before the soldier could understand what was going on, a deep hole was cut by a short knife on his neck.

The soldier fell to the ground and his body twitched. His hands and feet dug out several deep grooves in the mud due to pain, and then gradually disappeared.

The woman wrapped in a cloak sitting beside her saw the entire murder.

She was afraid that she could not help but cling to the short tree leaning behind her. When the man put away his short knife and walked over to try to comfort her, the woman screamed.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's all for you, I swear I won't hurt you."

The man kept comforting the woman until she finally calmed down.

Then, after discussing, these people hurriedly fled to the depths of the wetland.

A messenger passed through the ruins and hid slightly behind a tree. After finding that no enemy noticed him, he jumped out from behind the tree and continued to run forward.

The messenger wore military uniforms that were no different from other soldiers, and even his half-body armor was thinner than others, which allowed him to run faster and less noticeable.

The only thing that makes people recognize is that they are different from other soldiers is that they all wear an armband with the image of Hermes on their arms.

Moreover, this armband is not big and will not attract the attention of the enemy.

Like the Romanesian army, the Sicilian army also has a complete set of relatively reliable cryptographic systems, and the way this cryptographic arrangement changes every once in a while.

When the messenger passed through the woods below the town of Leo, he saw several scattered rebel troops in the distance.

In order not to collide with the Andalusians, he decided to go around and turned a corner towards the wetland.

Looking at his team ahead, Kurash was not as relaxed as he looked.

There are not many enemies on the other side, and it can be said that they can be driven away and sent back to the city with just one charge.

What Kurash really cares about is the formation of his own troops.

Kurash had never seen anything like a fox line in the past. Whether it was the Ottomans or the armies of other countries, even the civilian army that was not trained, the commanders would try their best to keep the team in a simple formation, because only in this way can they exert their maximum power when competing with the enemy.

The Romanesian and Sicilian armies were the most well-trained and most oriented to the queue among all the armies he had ever seen.

But for some reason, in such an army, there is a scattered line, a completely different way of fighting from any army today.

Or it should not be said to be a pure strait, but a cross-border line that is still difficult for Kurash to understand.

Unlike other armies, which use their respective combat brigades as the most basic unit, forming large and small deep formations, the army of the "Alexander Empire" dominated by the Romanesian army seems to be trying some new combat method.

These Andalusian rebels undoubtedly became the best test subjects for this kind of attempt, because they were not only small in number, but also had already been beaten to fear.

This is enough to ensure that even if there are any fatal flaws in the new tactic, it will not cause too much damage.

More importantly, these Andalusian remnants are preparing to escape regardless of their fate.

This forces them to take the initiative to attack even when facing more enemies than themselves.

This new tactic is more inclined to deal with actively attacking enemies with defense as the offensive.

Sure enough, with a few short horns that seemed to be summoning their companions, several Andalusian rebels who had originally found the enemy in front of them seemed to have made up their minds.

They began to line up in simple formations to approach the enemy's line that did not seem very deep from afar, trying to break through the enemy's line through a fierce charge and escape.

Kurash made a gesture to the signal soldiers beside him, and the opportunity he was just waiting for was this.

On the entire "scattered line", the side closer to the enemy began to gradually shrink.

The seemingly sparse queues became dense, but even so, from a distance, they were just a horizontal array with at most three rows.

And when you get closer, you can find that these horizontal arrays are lined up with sword and shield soldiers in front, and behind are spearmen holding spears.

On the other side of this long line, because the distance is slightly far away, the rebels who are trying to break through the front and escape in one fell swoop did not notice what kind of enemies they are.

The two sides quickly approached. As they saw that the enemy obviously did not intend to strengthen the formation thickness, the nobles and officers in the rebels couldn't help but shout happily: "Roar up, and we can survive!"

The desire to survive gave the rebels enough courage at this moment. They began to run, and at the same time they made various roars of unknown significance.

Kurash's eyes were on the left wing of the front, which was further back and further away from the enemy.

A very bright trombone sound rang out from the middle of the line. It was not one but a few trombones blew at the same time, and the sound was loud enough for the person farthest to hear it.

But soon people couldn't hear it.

Because after a little urge, a burst of gunfire like muffled thunder had already overwhelmed the horn.

An Andalusian soldier running forward suddenly fell to the ground. He had already lost his helmet while running away, and a bloody bone was lifted up from the head of the person who had splashed out. The brain and blood splashed out on the people beside him, and the man was about to vomit.

The sudden attack caused the advancement of the rebels to stagnate in an instant. Many people couldn't help but stop and look to the right, but their enemies obviously did not give them a chance to hesitate.

Accompanied by gunfire, a fierce arrow was followed.

"Don't stop!"

A nobleman who also threw his armor on the road to escape urged his subordinates with his sword.

"Stop here is a life-threatening death. If you rush forward, we will survive!"

This man's words stimulated the hesitant soldiers. As the same Castiles, they knew very well what was waiting for them once they became prisoners.

Gonzalo may be a good commander who is generous and kind to his subordinates, but equally, he is also famous for his cruelty to his enemies.

Even perhaps becoming a prisoner of the Sicilians is better than falling into the hands of the Castile army.

Perhaps driven by this idea, the Andalusians began to rush forward desperately.

Kulash stared closely at the battle on the front, and he found that everything was still normal so far.

The troops on the left wing on the back were firing fiercely at the approaching enemy with their long-distance musket and crossbow bows. Seeing the enemies falling down along the way, Kurash finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As the distance got closer, the sword and shield soldiers began to roar threateningly. They leaned against their bodies and folded the shields together like fish scales. The heavy one-handed sword in their hands hit the edge of the shield and made a threatening roar towards the enemy who was approaching.

“My ~”

Another gunshot.

At a very close distance, several Andalusians fell down.

The Sicilian team heard a reminder of "Stay!" when the veterans were about to fight.

But the cruel battle did not happen.

An Andalusian stopped when he was about to rush to the Sicilians.

The shield and sword in his hand fell to the ground. The Andalusian, whose clothes were already torn apart while running away, stood there in a daze and looked at the Sicilians not far away from each other, and then sat on the ground with a "thump".
To be continued...