The shells first fell down not far from the Sicily queue, smashing a large area of ​​soil.

Before the smoke and dust fell, the solid shells that followed rolled and fell into the Sicilian army's ranks.

Facing the oncoming shadow, a soldier was blown away by the flying shells before he could close his eyes.

The shell wrapped in minced meat continued to move forward. After breaking the legs of another soldier, it hit a stone and rebounded backwards. It plowed a lot of blood in the crowd, and finally stopped rolling on the ground.

At this time, other parts of the front were also attacked by Castile artillery fire.

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

The Castile's officer, who was standing near a cannon, kept shouting, his collar was torn apart, and his face, which was blackened by the smoke, could only be seen with his eyes and yellow teeth.

A pungent smoke blew towards the wind, and the team officer fanned randomly. Although the smoke made his eyes hurt, he still stared at the formation of Sicily in the distance.

"It's a pity that their formation is too thin, otherwise the lethality will be greater," the team officer complained a little annoyed, and then he urged loudly to push the artillery behind to the front as much as possible. "Line in a row, be faster, I'll use shells to open a road for our soldiers."

When the gunners and auxiliary soldiers heard the orders immediately started to work in a hurry. They dragged the cannons mounted on the heavy artillery car forward, and then shouted and moved the cannons over.

Others began to use shovels to desperately consolidate the land and build artillery embankments on the ground, preparing for the placement of artillery positions.

Gonzalo stood in front of the woods, his eyes patrolling the entire battlefield. Although the two sides have only fired each other through artillery so far, he still felt the faint threat from the enemy opposite him.

He placed his hand on the side of his thigh and patted it gently. Seeing his movement, the followers who were familiar with his habits couldn't help but look serious.

"What is that Kumbrey going to do?"

Gonzalo muttered to himself in a tone that no one could hear. His eyes gradually approached the enemy's formation as he had passed the empty and flat ground between the two sides.

The distance between the left wing and the Sicilians' recent failure to read is less than 300 steps, and Gonzalo's eyes narrowed slightly.

The enemies on the opposite side had already raised their muskets, but Gonzalo was not worried because the oncoming enemy was not more numerous than his troops.

The gunshots rang out, and this was the first real exchange of fire since the Battle of Leo!

However, what surprised Gonzalo was that the first thing that fired was not the enemy on the front, but the left wing closer to the rear in the queue.

And when the gunshots sounded, Gonzalo's eyes narrowed in an instant, and his cheeks couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Neat! Dense!

More importantly, as gunfire sounds erupt, Gonzalo was shocked to find that the enemy's firepower covered almost directly covering his entire square formation.

Even behind, Gonzalo saw that when the first round of gunfire was fired, a group of soldiers had already fallen in the phalanx.

This makes the progressing square even stagnate!

However, immediately afterwards, the square formation began to approach the enemy under the shouts of the team officers. At the same time, there were also rows of gunfire sounds in the square formation.

Gonzalo looked at the square formation with a serious expression. Although it was not his model army, it was also the elite in the Castile army.

If it were in the past, after seeing the formation still remained unchanged after suffering such a severe injury, Gonzalo would have believed that this square formation had already gained the upper hand in the battle with the enemy.

Because as long as the enemy enters within the range of his musketeers, with the cooperation of weapons near and far, he can quickly force the enemy to become in chaos.

But now Gonzalo can't draw conclusions so quickly.

Several violent roars of artillery shocked the battlefield. As the shells fell into the enemy's army formation, the not-so-deep front immediately broke out several eye-catching gaps.

The Sicilian Front seemed a little shaken.

Gonzalo breathed a little relieved.

Just now, for some reason, I seemed to feel an indescribable depression that made him unable to breathe.

Just then, Gonzalo saw a scene that made his heart suddenly tighten.

Several Sicili soldiers in the back row of the queue quickly walked forward, filling the gap that had just been smashed by the shells. At the same time, the entire queue was still moving forward slowly and firmly with the sound of the drums.

Finally, the Sicilians stopped.

Raise your gun, aim, follow your orders, and shoot!
Chapter completed!