The metal rod head of the commanding staff that Ruosha was holding in her hand tapped gently on the wooden table in front of her to make a rhythmic sound.

Her eyes flew across the entire battlefield at the foot of the mountain. Sometimes she would stop and give orders to the people around her, but most of the time, she just let her officers perform her duties step by step.

Ruosha will not forget the scenes and scenes of the future war that Alexander once described to her.

The soldiers' weapons will be sharper, the army's mobility will be faster, and the battlefield will be much wider than ever. As the army's troops continue to increase, the scale of the war will be unprecedentedly huge.

"The changes in war technology will cause unbearable scale of casualties on the battlefield, and by then the whole form of war will change."

Alexander held Ruosha's waist at that time, but said such unsightly words.

But during the tryst, I did not express my love to my beloved and talked about those romantic and sweet dreams, but talked about the topic full of blood, which is rare.

However, there were not many brothers who had a tryst with their sister. Ruosha felt better again after thinking about it.

"In that huge war, the power of a single person is limited after all. Even if you are too superstitious about a person, you can decide the situation of the war, which may destroy an army or even a country."

"So, establishing a complete system of officers and staff is the key. Just as Barenti likes to do, letting experts do things like experts. This is what I like most about her."

A dull roar suddenly rang a little further, interrupting Ruosha's somewhat unhappy memories later.

She ignored the blockade of several servants who rushed up immediately to press down on her body, and walked around the table and looked in the direction that was hit by the shell.

"Your Majesty, dangerous!"

The attendants were in a hurry to block Ruosha, which made her a little annoyed, so she simply pushed them away with her command staff.

"Does the Castileans still have artillery that can counterattack?"

She looked at the smoke slowly dissipating in front of her. The shell did not cause any loss, but she was concerned about whether the enemy's remaining artillery could still pose a threat.

"It shouldn't be much of your majesty," a staff attendant looked into the distance. "They may not even be able to do a full volley now."

Ruosha nodded and was about to say something, but suddenly she was attracted by a rapidly moving black dot on the battlefield.

"Is that Castile?"

She pointed to the right wing of the enemy's front with her command staff. When she saw the cavalry team rushing out of the rising smoke and dust, Ruosha's eyebrows suddenly tightened.

"They are going to rush to our flanks," a military officer warned loudly, "they are divided into several teams, which are to separate the troops surrounding us."

"Blow the trumpet and order the left wing to stop moving forward," Ruosha finally issued an order. This was the first time she ordered the front line directly after the war started, "battle infantry company to hold onto the position."

"As for your order, your Majesty, order the left wing to stop advancing, and the battle infantry company holds its position."

After the messenger repeatedly confirmed the order, he immediately jumped onto the war horse and ran towards the left wing.

At the same time, the Castiles were like sharp Ottoman scimitars, and they were already rushing towards the Sicilian battle line.

“The depth is too shallow.”

Gonzalo, who also watched this scene, finally breathed out. Although the cavalry had just rushed towards the enemy, he, who was experienced, seemed to have seen the next result.

"Sir, the Sicilians line up the formation in a row, which seems to be able to exert the power of firearms to a greater extent," an officer walked to Gonzalo, and the beautiful peacock feathers on his helmet fluttered in the wind, and even on the battlefield, his face was still covered with a thick layer of powder. "Maybe this method is worth learning from."

"Dear Sandro Don Decliar, if you spend only a little time on dressing up and put it in military affairs, you will have much more achievements than me."

I don't know if it was a pity, praise, or sarcastic words from Gonzalo, but the officer named Sandro Don Decliar just beat him up.

"Sir, it would be boring if life is completely occupied by blood and killing." The officer said, pushing his helmet that blocked his sight. "The Sicilians stopped, are they going to fight against the cavalry?"

"Then let's see how much they can do." Gonzalo raised his hand and waved it.

Seeing his actions, the messenger who had been waiting for him immediately raised a striking yellow flag.

The sound of war drums suddenly intensified, and the Castile formation on the right wing followed closely behind the cavalry and rushed towards the enemy's position.

The heavy single-edged sword and spear in the hands of the Castile cavalry became the sickle waved in the hands of the god of death.

They could clearly see the terrified and restless expression on the faces of the enemies ahead.

At the same time, you can also see the black muzzles raised by the enemy.

The gunshots attacked the enemy almost at the same time as the sword and the spear.

The cavalry that fell off their horses were immediately trampled into human form, regardless of life or death.

At the same time, the cavalry had rushed to the Sicilians.

The huge impact force of the war horses and the slashing of weapons instantly tear open several huge gaps in the Sicilian formation.

The too shallow depth did not even make the cavalry feel any pressure and it broke through the past.

A Castile Knight shouted excitedly.

He threw away the broken spear in his hand and pulled out the heavy riding sword from the saddle.

This terrible weapon, which originated from the Moorish Slash Sword, relies entirely on its own weight and the destructive power brought by the user when he waved it.

Unlike the traditional European knight sword, this heavy sword has only one blade, and the tip of the sword forms a cone that can be pierced.

When this weapon is exerted, even the bravest opponents will be scared of it.

Because of its attack, even a knight wearing armor may lead to death.

The knight swung his sword hard, and a dull roar came from his helmet that covered his face, and the sword in his hand slashed hard at an enemy who was trying to turn around and escape.

"Idiot, never expose your back to your opponent."

When he used a cavalry sword to tear a deep groove into the enemy's back, the knight did not forget to remind the enemy that he was about to be cut off by one.

At the same time, his war horse did not stop at all. With the fierce impact, the Castile cavalry rushed across the enemy's front and rushed directly to the rear of the Sicilians.

"It's very relaxing, right?" Gonzalo said with a smile to the entourage around him, but then he looked up and said, "But don't take it lightly, take advantage of the chaos of the enemy formation and let the phalanx not stop and push forward."

"It's an adult."

Another messenger left quickly, and at this moment everyone seemed to realize that perhaps the critical moment of this war was coming.

Seeing the enemy's flanks, Castilla began to gradually lean towards his right wing.

"Break through their left wing and this battle will be won!"

This is the resonance of all Castile officers at this moment.

Uomoto followed the formation and stepped forward, and the rigorous training of the Model Army was fully reflected at this moment.

Although nervous and people fall to the ground at any time, no one knows that the next person who is hit is not himself, the model army still sticks to the formation.

Two waves of people have been changed around me.

Uomoto glanced at another musketeer standing not far away from him.

But just now, Uomoto unexpectedly found that many people had been shot down by his side.

How can Sicilians be so fast?

Uomoto found it incredible.

He is the most experienced musketeer among the Model Army, and he has always been proud that no one is loading faster than him.

After all, being able to shoot once in a minute is already great for most musketeers, but he can do it twice.

But the Sicilian musketeers on the opposite side seemed to be able to do this easily.

In a brief brief moment after the two sides exchanged fire, the model army had been subjected to several rounds of fierce shootings from the enemy.

And Uomoto was surprised that the Sicilians were much more accurate than theirs, or the terrible scattered at the same time as the orders were deeply imprinted in their hearts.

That strange sound of command came from the opposite side again.

Although I don’t know what that sentence means, Uomoto guessed that it should be a password such as shooting.

Sure enough, the terrifying volley sound suddenly rang out, and Uomoto instinctively closed his eyes.

The screams and the sound of falling to the ground made Uomoto know that someone was shot again.

Miraculously, this time he actually avoided without any harm.

Uomoto opened his eyes, and did not bother to look at the casualties of the people next to him. He began to rush into the medicine pool, and then knocked on the flint to ignite the cut-off twist.

After clamping the medicine twist on the crack of the copper beak, the burning medicine twist brought out a pungent smell that made the eyes cry constantly.

Uomoto picked up his gun and pressed it against his shoulders, and carefully aimed at the enemy opposite him.

"Puchi~"

Just as the medicine was about to burn out, Uomoto heard a very slight sound. He felt like someone had hit him hard, as if something was making a sound through the flesh and sounded so terrible.

The gun in his hand couldn't help but tremble, and the muzzle was slightly tilted.

The gunshots, and a thick smoke blocks Uomoto's eyes.

He didn't know if he hit the enemy, but then Uomoto fell backwards.

His body hit the grass heavily, and a weed poked into his nostril by chance, which made Uomoto sneeze. He heard the familiar shouts of the team officer, and also heard the sound of gunfires and the vibration of the ground coming from the shells not far away.

Then, his vision gradually blurred and finally turned into darkness.

The joy of the cavalry charging and breaking through the enemy array has now turned into a fanatical pursuit of killing.

The captain of the leader swung his arms hard, and the heavy riding sword in his hand rolled up a wave of heat with the sound of wind. The enemy in front was already retreating backwards. As long as they continued to attack, they could completely tear them to pieces.

A violent drum sound suddenly came from the front, and another team of infantry appeared behind the Sicilian battle line. The cavalry captain raised his sword.
To be continued...