The queue was moving forward, and a soldier tripped under his feet because of nervousness, which immediately attracted the supervisory officer standing on the side to scold him loudly.

Looking at the non-commissioned officer's eyes as if he was looking at a dead person, the soldier quickly took two steps to follow the team.

Because of this small accident, there were twists and turns like corrugated plates on the entire line of the front line.

Ruosha stood at a high place and looked at the scene slightly shook her head: "Our soldiers still need training."

"They are so nervous, Your Majesty," a staff attendant whispered, "the one across the street is Gonzalo El Salvador de Cordoba after all."

The first time I heard someone call Gonzalo by his full name, Ruosha looked back at the staff attendant strangely.

"My Majesty, I have served in General Gonzalo's army," the staff officer did not hide his reverence for Gonzalo. "He is a real soldier, and I mean he can seize opportunities on the battlefield more than anyone else."

The unconcealed admiration of Gonzalo did not make Ruosha angry. She smiled and turned to look at the command camp vaguely behind the enemy's position opposite. She knew that Gonzalo might be looking here like she did.

"The Castiles over there are starting to move!" A non-commissioned officer in charge of observation suddenly shouted.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

Under the shaking of the military flag, a neat square formation was slowly advancing on the left side of the Castile Front.

Under the already rising sun, the Castiles marched in a majestic formation, and the light of the armor even draped a dazzling light on the entire formation.

Unlike other troops, this team was almost covered with a sky-blue cloak in front, and a blurred pattern on the shoulders of rows of soldiers' cloaks connected to a complicated pattern.

At the front of the queue, under the leadership of a priest, several soldiers protected a huge cross and slowly advanced.

At the same time, from the Castile position, bursts of cheers resounded through the sky with the emergence of the phalanx force.

"What is that?"

Seeing many Castile soldiers praying to the cross with countless bouquets, some of them even knelt on the position, Ruosha signaled to the cross.

"Looking at the cross, it seems to be the Holy Cross of Guadalupe," said a little nervously, the staff member who had worked as a poor man under Gonzalo. "If it is the Holy Cross of Guadalupe, then this unit is the Holy Army of Cares."

"Is it very awesome?" Ruosha asked casually.

"They were armed saints of Guadalupe Cathedral, and after their establishment, they participated in almost all wars that regained lost lands."

Amid the cheers of the Castiles, the Holy Army of Carreseth gradually set up a huge square formation in front of the formation.

However, this aspect did not face the Sicilian army head-on, but instead used one of them as the vanguard of charge.

The sharp corners of that square formation were guarded by several tall soldiers holding spears, and the long-handled axes in their hands formed a terrifying sharp jungle.

On both sides of the sharp corners, the two square arrays that swept backwards also built a solid line of defense by rows of soldiers holding long-handled weapons.

"They are they, the prismatic array?"

Ruosha looked at the enemy and frowned slightly. She didn't expect that the enemy in front of her seemed not just a group of simple-minded crazy believers.

"Yes, your majesty, this is the experience they gained from fighting the Moors, so that they can avoid attacks from the front as much as possible," the staff explained. "And once they break into the enemy's formation, they can fully utilize the power on both sides of the formation and tear a hole in the enemy's front."

Seeing Ruosha nodding slightly without speaking, the staff officer continued: "They are very brave. When fighting with the Moors, they often deliberately get into the enemy formation. If the enemy forces gather in the middle to surround them, they will fall into their trap, because then other friendly forces can take the opportunity to attack the enemy's side."

“Do they do this often?”

"The Holy Army of Cares is very pious and... crazy."

After thinking about it, the staff officer chose such a more appropriate adjective.

The pastor chanted the final requiem with the thick Bible, and he was performing a pre-war mass for the soldiers who were about to die in battle on both sides.

The singing voice passed through the open space and settled on the Sicilian army. Many soldiers also knelt down and prayed. At this moment, the front line on the battlefield, which was about to break out, suddenly became quiet.

Ruosha made a cross on her chest, then kissed a pendant hanging on her chest.

The pendant is a cross made of gold, but in the middle is a buckle that can be opened.

Open the buckle and you can see a small stroke of red hair hidden inside. This is Ruosha's little secret.

Then she stared at the protruding diamond-shaped square array between the two armies in the distance without blinking.

"It seems very powerful," Ruosha's eyes showed interest, and then she asked the person beside her and gave an order. "Then let's see how powerful they are, and order the artillery to freely scatter the protruding enemy after the prayer."

The messenger immediately heard the sound after confirming the order, while Ruosha smiled at the people around her: "Please remember everyone, we respect every opponent who deserves respect, but they have to pay the corresponding price."

When the pastor's last near-perfect tremolo burst out from his throat, he was moved himself.

He felt that this was the most commendable sermon of his career, and while he was still savoring the feeling that the tremolo brought him, a harsh whistling bounced past not far above his head.

Then, behind him, there were terrifying sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground and something seemed to have been torn apart.

A shrill scream came from behind him instantly. The priest slowly turned around and saw a terrible gap formed by broken limbs and blood and bones.

In just the first shot, the prismatic formation of the Holy Army of Carresse was shot deep in blood by a solid shell that was almost flat.

Another shell roared, but this time it seemed that it was not aiming. The shell landed on the ground not far from the plastic surgery in advance, and then jumped forward.

After smashing two shallow pits on the ground, the shells rolled over the edge of the left corner of the formation, and at the same time took away some parts of the bodies of several soldiers. The blood splashed all over the soldiers.

There was a riot in the formation of the Careseth Saint Army. The soldiers held their weapons tightly and looked at each other in fear. Many people began to pray loudly.

The pastor let out a loud cry, and he stood in front of the Holy Cross of Guadalupe with his hands, and then walked forward with firm steps.

The visual action affected the soldiers behind them. They gradually calmed down and dragged their dead and wounded companions aside. The Kareseth Army formation began to follow the priest and advance forward.

As if the calm water suddenly waves were ripped, the entire Castile's front began to move.

"That priest is so brave." Omo stood at a high place and looked at the enemy formation below. The whole thing he saw made him admire not only the priest's actions.

"That's because he knew that others wouldn't take him and the cross as targets," Kurash said disapprovingly, standing next to the horse's back just about the same height as Omo. "If it were in Moldova, he would have lost his life long ago."

"This is not fighting the pagans, brother," Omo reminded, "the queen would not give such cruel orders."

Kurash was silent after hearing his brother's words. He crossed his legs and his butt fell on the horse's back.

Then he looked up and asked his younger brother on the high place, "I said Omo, is it okay for you to be a job with the Queen?"

"It's great," Omo replied casually while observing the enemy in the distance, "The Queen appreciates me very much."

"Then let's do it well," Kurash murmured in a low voice, "Our family depends entirely on you. You are so smart and will decide to be more promising than me in the future, but..."

"What are you going to say, Kurash?"

Finally noticed the strangeness in his brother's tone, Omo looked at Kurash.

"I'm just reminding you," Kurash looked at his brother with a puzzled look. "Don't just make decisions for the queen, that's not a qualified subordinate."

Omo was going to say something, but before he could speak, the sound of cannons in the distance attracted his attention, and he immediately looked up to look away.

Then Kurash saw the incredible surprise on his younger brother's face.

Feeling that something might have happened, Kurash jumped up and stood on the horse's back quickly, and then his mouth opened.

In front of the positions of both sides, a few thick smoke was rising from the formation of the Careseth Holy Army. The entire Careseth Holy Army formation was like a piece of cheese that had just been smashed with a hammer and was filled with bumpy cheese.

But what overflowed from those smashed places was not yellow milk, but bright red flesh.

But this is not really surprising. What makes everyone on the battlefield seem to be stagnant is that the Holy Cross of Guadalupe, who was originally walking in the front of the queue, has disappeared.

In front of the team, there was only a vague flesh and blood that could barely be seen as the human limbs scattered on the ground, and the Holy Cross of Guadalupe, which once greatly boosted the morale of the Castile soldiers, could no longer be found.

"Queen……"

Omo looked at the brother next to him in a daze.

"So I said you, just be a good job." Kurash said in a faint tone, then looked around. "It seems that there will be a bad battle next."

In the Sicily command camp, when he saw several shells falling into the enemy formation at the same time, and one of them was torn apart by the people who protected the cross in front and then jumped into the crowd behind, he fell into a dead silence for a while.

Everyone looked at Ruosha in a daze and uneasy, and the artillery commander's crazy shouting came from a distance.

Ruosha seemed a little stunned. She slowly turned her head and looked in the direction of the artillery position. When she saw the artillery commander who was riding a horse and running towards her, she turned her head silently and looked at the enemy position.

"Your Majesty~"

It was still far away, and the shouts of the artillery commander had already come. Seeing the complex expressions of people throwing at him, the artillery commander's face became unspeakable and ugly.

"Back to your position," Ruosha's eyes kept staring at the distance. She noticed that although the Castile army seemed to pause due to the accident of the Saint Army of Carresez and the Holy Cross of Guadalupe, they quickly resumed their progress under the leadership of the commander.

This made Ruosha feel a new understanding of the enemy.

"It's all just the prelude, and the real battle begins."

Ruosha picked up the command staff on the small table beside her and asked to the artillery commander who was still standing aside, "Who is the one who commands you now?"

"It's my deputy, Your Majesty, please listen to my explanation..."

Ruosha gently waved the command staff in the air, interrupting the anxious commander.

"Then let him continue to command," Ruosha stared at the Castile army in the middle of the plains, and said with a expressionless expression on her face, "As the chief officer, your task is to firmly execute the orders, but you disappoint me very much."

As she said that, she no longer paid attention to the artillery officer standing aside and looked panicked, but raised her command staff and said softly to herself: "It's started."

Alexander gently stroked the mount's back. Under the tense skin, he could feel the mount's pulse vigorously beating. The war horse seemed to be extremely excited because of the temporary tension of the war.

"Stay steady, keep steady."

Alexander bent down and whispered softly in his mount's ear.

Sher rubbed the saber hard on the saddle, stroked the sharp blade with his fingers, and a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

Starting from the Sicilian right wing, the gradually approaching Castile army launched an attack on the Sicilian army.
To be continued...