The Model Army is the most important bargaining chip in Gonzalo's hands. It can be said that this army is not only the key to his victory on the battlefield, but also the last resort he relies on to protect himself.

However, when he found that the situation was wrong, Gonzalo immediately decisively issued the decision to dispatch the model army.

The gunfire in front of him was constantly intense, which made Uomoto, who had been waiting in the queue for a long time, feel a little anxious.

Of course he was not in a hurry to rush forward and die, but this kind of uneasy feeling is very uncomfortable because he can't see what happened ahead.

Uomoto, who had no idea how many times it was to check the weapons in his hand, finally heard the familiar drum beats.

Uomoto was immediately revived.

Like him, his companions who were also somewhat impatient for waiting for too long seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at this moment.

Unlike the King of Castile's military formation, the front of the model military formation is larger.

The distance between the first row of soldiers, composed entirely of spear soldiers, is extremely close, and at both ends of the square array, there is a smaller square array to protect the main array.

Uomoto is in one of the small squares.

His mission is to use muskets to cause casualties to the enemy at a long distance. Then, when he was in close contact with the enemy, the musketeers quickly retreated to the rear of the phalanx and continued to fight with the enemy with the firepower far and near.

Uomoto and his companions hurried to the front of the square formation to the left side, from which he could see the front and left wing of the entire square formation.

"Bless Santa Boracondo," a musketeer hurriedly kissed the statue of the saint hanging on his chest, and then he kindly waved to Uomoto and shouted loudly, "Bless Santa Boracondo!"

"May Santa Boracondo bless."

Uomoto responded, rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants, and then moved the horn can hanging on his side in front of him.

Uomoto's mouth was a little bitter. His teeth were already black because of tearing the gunpowder bag for many years, and even his gums were a little ulcerated. Even so, he still didn't like the disgusting feeling of gunpowder in his mouth.

The team officials shouted loudly, and cavalry ran back and forth between the square formations, and the huge square formation gradually unfolded on the battlefield with the orders.

Uomoto stuffed the projectile into the barrel and tamped it with a strip. Then he skillfully poured the gunpowder from the horn can into the gun groove, then used his mouth to tear the medicine bag, and poured another portion of the gunpowder into the pot that needed to be ignited.

The whole process is skillful and rapid.

"Be careful, don't pour too much!"

There were team officials in the distance who kept reminding me that every time I fought, there were always people who were unable to grasp the amount of medicine.

But Uomoto doesn't have to worry about these things. He is the most experienced veteran and cleverly marks the gun so that there will be no accidents due to negligence.

The military flag began to move, and the entire square formation followed.

Uomoto took a deep breath, and he touched his chest like his companion, but he did not wear any holy objects except a half-body armor.

“Blessed by Santa Boracondo.”

Uomoto whispered to himself in a low voice, then took a deep breath and carried the musket.

"Uomoto, haven't you received a talisman from the priest yet?" the companion next to you asked as he walked.

"No, I haven't received it since the last time that Santa Borakondo was like blocking a shrapnel for me," Uomoto shook his head. "This is probably what God means. God has given me more life. Everything depends on God's arrangement."

"Then you have to pray more, God will protect..."

"Bang bang bang ~"

A dense gunshot suddenly came, and the roar of the projectile pierced the air was as terrifying as the roar of a devil in his ears.

Uomoto felt his ears suddenly become hot, and a wet hot stream flowed down his neck.

He instinctively raised his hand and stroked it, and immediately a piercing pain made his voice sound. At the same time, he felt that he could not hear the words of his companions next to him, nor could he hear other sounds on one side.

He turned his head a little confused and looked at it, and saw the team officer yelling loudly towards the somewhat chaotic queue a little far away.

But Uomoto couldn't hear what he was calling, and at the same time he saw the companion who had not had time to finish his words.

But at this time, the companion was crawling on the ground, and it didn't seem like he was still alive no matter how he looked like he was still alive.

Uomoto turned his head silently and followed the team quietly and continued to move forward.

At this time, he saw a unit dressed in a very eye-catching manner across the street from afar.
Chapter completed!