Smoke and dust rose from the sky around the battlefield, and with the whistling passing by from time to time, shells flew towards the enemy's position.

The artillery team officer's face turned red at this time, and he had already pushed almost all the artillery to the forefront of the position.

In the gap between the square arrays, the Castile artillery lined up in an incoherent manner, but compared with the artillery of any army, it was much denser.

Some artillery had even pushed to a distance not far from the Sicilian muskets, and then these artillery began to bombard the Sicilian army violently.

However, the depth of the line array of the Sicilian army is much thinner than that of the square array, which makes the damage caused by the shells even if they fall into the enemy array.

"Come on, let me see what you have!"

The artillery officer shouted at the Sicilians in the distance, jumped onto a baggage cart and looked at the opposite side, and then issued an order to launch a volley at some enemies in the center.

The soldiers in the front queue were hit by the oncoming shells. The live ammunition with bloodshots lifted up a grass slope and continued to roll forward. Then they plunged into the back queue, splashing a blur of flesh and blood.

At the same time, two square formations of hundreds of people began to squeeze towards the somewhat shaky Sicilian front.

The sharp spear formed the most terrifying weapon of the moving fortress. The heavy metal branches and crescent-shaped axes on the long-handled axe also shone with a cold light.

The weight of the spear itself and the heavy blow caused by wielding it, even if it does not directly stab the enemy, the force when it is smashed is enough to give the enemy a fatal blow.

At the same time, the musketeers following the shield kept firing.

From time to time, people were shot and fell down in the Sicilian front, while the Castile phalanx had crossed the center line between the two sides.

As the war drums gradually became more rapid, the team officials in the square started shouting loudly.

"Hold the spear~"

The commands of the team officials came one after another.

Following the order, the sharp jungle-like spears that had been erected were stretched forward one after another.

"Prepare to push the spear~"

Another shout was accompanied by the loud response of the soldiers in the Castile phalanx.

"Sir, we seem to win."

The Castile officers who were commanding the camp were relieved, knowing that as long as their phalanx approached the enemy, victory would belong to them.

Gonzalo looked at the movements on the battlefield calmly, and did not look relaxed because he seemed to have the upper hand.

From the beginning he felt a little strange, the performance of the Sicilian army was somewhat different from what he imagined.

Although he was quite surprised that he could still maintain his formation after being bombarded, the Sicilian army has not made any eye-catching moves since the war started.

Gonzalo had already passed the age of a passionate young man who was blinded by the spirit of chivalry, and what he hoped was to defeat the enemy.

So of course he didn't want to see that the Sicilians really had any unusual means of turning defeat into victory.

But now he was confused.

He vaguely felt that things should not go so smoothly.

The square formation continues to approach.

The Castile soldiers walking in the front could clearly see that the soldiers in the front of the Sicilian army raised their muskets.

At this time, even Gonzalo, far behind, could see the actions of the Sicilians.

He paused his hand on his legs at this moment before continuing to pat his thighs.

But this time he didn't hear the slight sound of his palm falling on his leg armor.

The gunshots sounded from the entire Sicily Front at the same time.

Almost in an instant, the Sicilians were completely surrounded by gunpowder all day long.

And the smoke directly sprayed towards the Castile's square formation.

The pungent smell spread throughout the battlefield in the wind, because when shooting almost at the same time, the violent sound instantly covered all the sounds on the battlefield.

Gonzalo's hand stopped, and he couldn't help but take a step forward, but then he realized that this and the movement were a bit out of place and stopped.

He could feel that the entire battlefield was still for a moment, and his troops, who were facing shooting, couldn't help but stop.

Gonzalo's lips were slightly tense, and he had thought of the mighty counterattacks that the Sicilians might have, and even considered that one or two square formations might be subjected to a devastating blow.

But when all this really happened, he was still a little incredible surprised by the terrible damage caused by the enemy's fierce firepower beyond his imagination.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and you could see a corpse in front of the Castile formation.

The two square arrays at the front even suffered heavy losses due to the larger number of fire shooting than theirs.

Almost all the two rows of soldiers in front of the square fell down, so that the people behind could not move in place because the corpses of their companions were lying horizontally on the ground.

But the nightmare has obviously just begun.

Musketeers began to fight back in the Castile phalanx, but what they received was the enemy's unexpected volley.

"So fast?"

Gonzalo finally showed a look of surprise on his face.

From the power shown by the first volley, Gonzalo quickly judged that the enemy's shallow and close line, which is different from the thick formation, should be shooting at the same time without reservation.

And only in this way can we exert such great power at once.

But the Sicilian's brief interruption in two shots surprised him.

This means that the enemy can use this volley more times to cause huge casualties to its own side.

The officers around Gonzalo were obviously aware of this unusual situation. Some of them immediately issued orders to the front line to approach the enemy as soon as possible, while others urged the artillery to strengthen the artillery, causing fatal casualties to the Sicilians.

Gonzalo said nothing but stared at the battlefield ahead.

Looking at the Sicilian formation that was completely unreasonable, he quickly understood the enemy's intentions.

There is no doubt that in today's era when the depth of formation is generally emphasized, even Gonzalo felt incomprehensible about the Sicilian line-type queues.

After all, once they approach, as long as they break through the formation, the only ones waiting for the Sicilians will be slaughtered by those who are divided and surrounded.

Even if some unknown method can make the musketeers' firing rate much higher than their opponents, such a close distance is still not enough to withstand the subsequent charges.

"Order the cavalry to be dispatched."

Gonzalo suddenly spoke.

Recognizing that the conspirator beside him seemed to be cast by a surprise, Gonzalo said in a deep voice: "Their queue is too shallow in depth, and it will be chaotic as long as you attack with cavalry. This is a good opportunity."

"Sir."

The messenger immediately turned around and prepared to leave. Just as he turned around, a dense and violent explosion suddenly sounded on the battlefield.

Accompanied by the explosion was a burst of exclamations from the people behind him.

The messenger couldn't help but look back. When he saw the smoke and dust rising everywhere on the artillery position and the fragments that were blown into pieces, the messenger couldn't help but stop because of his stunned silence.

"Go and give orders!"

Gonzalo's voice became a little impatient for the first time. He stared at the cannons on the position, and then suddenly looked up at the enemy's rear.

The doubts that always linger in my heart have answers at this moment.

Gonzalo had always been strangely Sicilian artillery that did not pose a threat to the Castile army, and at this moment he answered the question in his heart with fierce shooting.

“That’s it…”

Gonzalo spoke softly.

It was only then that he realized that the target of the Sicilian artillery was not his square formation, but aimed at his artillery position from the beginning.

Even the Sicilians attacked the Holy Army of Cares to attract his artillery to retaliate.

It just takes a high price to do so.

The Sicilian artillery, who risked the loss of being bombarded by the enemy, was waiting for an excellent opportunity.

And his artillery officer was successfully fooled by shooting enemy infantry.

While the artillery that was constantly pushed to the front line took the enemy infantry as the target of elimination, it had also become the target of others. Seeing the tragic scene of the artillery position being blown up, Gonzalo couldn't help but sigh dullly.

“Kumbray.”

Gonzalo stared at the artillery position that was ravaged by enemy artillery. Every loud noise indicated that the pitiful artillery on the artillery position was blown into piles of debris.

Seeing the heavy barrel of a cannon being hit and twisted into the pit next to him, Gonzalo turned around and raised his hand to an officer beside him.

"Go and prepare."

"It's an adult."

The officer responded and called on the two followers to support him and climb onto the horse.

The war horse stepped on the spot for a few steps, and then ran towards the several square formations that had been waiting for on the hillside under the urging of the knight.

That was the model army of Gonzalo.

“Some are too early.”

Gonzalo looked at the back of his subordinate who had gone away and said to himself. His tone was a little helpless, but then he threw the thought aside.

Although there is no such work as Alexander wrote in "The Book of the Generals", his rich experience makes Gonzalo know more than many people how important it is to make a quick decision when encountering unexpected setbacks on the battlefield.
To be continued...