The Castilian phalanx was like a huge tank, constantly crushing towards the Sicilian army's front line.

Their spears kept poking forward, while the musketeers hiding among the spearmen couldn't help but release their cold guns.

The Sicilians were obviously at a loss by this kind of hot and cold weapon, and the weapons that cooperated far and near.

Amid the panic and chaotic shouts, a battle lineup finally collapsed completely.

The soldiers retreated one after another, and some simply threw away their weapons and ran away desperately.

The Castileans instantly boosted their morale.

Under the leadership of various phalanx team officials, the phalanx wearing fish-mouthed helmets and half-armored square formation shouted and poured into the enemy's formation from the gap.

Seeing this scene, the officers around Ruosha became anxious. They either whispered in a low voice or kept issuing orders to ensure that the troops stabilize the front line.

But this didn't seem to have any effect. More and more Castile phalanxes were strangled with Sicily's horizontal infantry.

Frontline officers kept sending people to demand reinforcements one after another, and it seemed that the entire front could face collapse at any time.

"Your Majesty?" An officer whispered to Ruosha, "Why should you immediately let the right wing enter the battle?"

Hearing the officer's reminder, Ruosha held the commander's hand tightened secretly, but then she let go again.

“Wait a little longer.”

Ruosha's words made the officers around her secretly anxious, and her orders surprised them even more.

"Order the fifth and sixth grenade companies to enter the battlefield."

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

Almost at the same time, several voices rang out from all around, and after a brief look at each other, the oldest officer spoke.

"Your Majesty, those two grenade companies are the last reserves. If they can no longer block the Castians, it will mean failure for us."

"I'm right, but please remember that if any battle still has troops not played a role until the end of the battle, it is the commander's dereliction of duty," Ruosha said, looking at the officers around him. "I think you should know that this is the order of my brother, Duke of Romanthesia, in his book "Books with Generals". If there are still anyone among you who want to stand alone in the future, take a good look at that book."

As he said that, Ruosha waved the command staff in her hand down and ordered in an unquestionable tone: "Order the 5th and 6th Grenadier Company to participate in the battle!"

The Castile phalanx, which was attacking fiercely forward, suddenly suffered a head-on blow.

The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and the figure of the grenades who were moving forward with the drums appeared.

They stopped far away, quickly loaded ammunition with rigorously trained efficiency, and raised their muskets.

The sound of shooting once again overshadowed the clamor of killing the spear phalanx. This time, the surviving phalanx soldiers were stunned by the second round of shooting.

The dense and exotic shooting caught Gonzalo's attention.

When he looked at the rows of enemies who seemed to never shoot bullets, the officers at present sent someone to report that the depth of the enemy's muskets had reached a surprising thickness, Gonzalo was not only not surprised, but instead showed a look of joy.

"That's the Sicilian reserve team," Gonzalo clenched his fists hard, and looked at the knight named Sandro Don Decliar next to him. "I said, what do you think?"

"Have you sent a reserve team?" Sandro Don Decliar stroked his unusually smooth beard. "That means that the queen has decided to do anything?"

"Maybe," Gonzalo slapped one side of his thigh again, "But Gonbray did not appear. I think he should be on the right wing of the front line, which is why they deliberately highlighted the right wing, so I can't attack the right wing from the beginning."

Sandro Don Decliar glanced at Gonzalo with some strangeness.

He knew that the queen's favorite favorite general during her lifetime was indeed a military genius that was hard to reach for.

Because of this, no matter what ridiculous things he did, Isabella was extremely partial to him and favored him very much.

But after this famous Castile general knew that the arrival of the Duke of Roman Thesia, he seemed to have lost his previous calmness.

Whether it was arranging operations or making plans, he couldn't help but use the duke as his opponent, imagining what the Duke of Romanthesia would do and how he should deal with the various means that the other party might use.

This overcaution made Sandro Don Decliar wonder what kind of person the duke was, who could make Gonzalo de Cordova look like a big enemy and be cautious.

"The Sicilians seemed to be fighting back, and their men seemed to be trying to drive our square from that place," Don Decliar said with some uncertainty, and raised his hand and pointed to the distance. "Shouldn't they be firm in the front line at this time?"

"Yes, unless they have a reason to not fight back."

Gonzalo said as he looked back along the front line of the obviously elite Sicilian troops. Seeing a crowd of people not far away on the hillside, Gonzalo suddenly realized what he had discovered.

"It's the Queen of Sicily, that's the Queen's Guard."

Gonzalo suddenly became excited.

When the strange Castile King Flag appeared on the top of the Great Knight Castle, Gonzalo already knew that the Catalan mercenaries should be the helpers of the Sicilians.

His experience on the Italian battlefield made him very familiar with the Catalans.

Although not as "dedicated" as the Swiss barbarians, at least the Catalan mercenaries have a good reputation on the battlefield.

Compared with other mercenary groups that often escape at the last minute or simply turn against each other on the spot, the Catalans still have the credit for using money to do business.

Therefore, those Catalan mercenaries should not surrender at the last minute, at least they would not put down their weapons easily without a fierce battle.

Thinking about the fact that they had been stubbornly intercepting all the rebels and royal troops who tried to pass through the Guadavier River Bridge, the only explanation is that this Catalan mercenary was actually obeying the orders of the Queen of Sicily.

This also made Gonzalo despise Don Bavi. It was obvious that the dead old man was really confused and actually regarded the enemy as a life-saving straw.

However, considering the addition of Catalan mercenaries, Gonzalo has been paying attention to the movements on the battlefield from the beginning. Even though the cavalry attacking the enemy's left wing was severely injured and fled back in a panic, he did not easily use the few reserve forces at hand.

But I just ordered the cavalry captain to gather the heavily lost cavalry as soon as possible and prepare to launch a new attack.

And this time, he had confirmed that the Sicilians had put their main force into the center of the front.

This will be a key battle led by the most elite infantry on both sides, and Gonzalo is ready to put the cavalry into the most important position at any time.

At this moment, he found that the enemy's right wing suddenly launched an attack on him.

Almost as soon as the enemy appeared, Alexander's shadow flashed through Gonzalo's heart.

Even he didn't know why he suddenly thought of Alexander, but this thought was still lingering in his heart, but he had already issued a series of commands:

"Order the subsequent phalanx to move to the left, hit all the remaining artillery to shoot at the enemy's right wing, don't care about the center, don't care about where, right wing, I just need to defeat the Sicilian right wing!"

Gonzalo's order surprised the officers next to him, but they had become accustomed to the great trust in the general, which made them execute the orders without hesitation.

Ruosha also noticed the movements of the right wing at about the same time.

Looking at the seemingly shaking front, although everyone around him looked solemn, Ruosha was always calm and composed.

She still watched all this calmly, and she still did not easily interfere with her subordinates' command unless necessary.

The Castiles are using the price of bleeding every step they have to go forward in exchange for hand-to-hand combat after getting close to the enemy.

Although the Sicilian army seemed to be retreating continuously, the grenadiers always kept their positions tightly, and their left wings had begun to move closer to the center.

The key to victory or defeat depends on who can persist.

When the right wing began to advance towards the Castiles, Ruosha first smiled lightly and showed a satisfied expression.

This is exactly what she needs, and it is also the plan she made before with Alexander to study the battle situation all night long.

At critical moments, putting key forces into key positions is Ruosha’s trust in Alexander.

The most important thing about all this is to be absolutely trustworthy.

The party facing the enemy must absolutely believe that the companions can not only accurately grasp the ever-changing situation on the battlefield, but also believe that the other party can put the troops in their hands without hesitation.

Ruosha believed that only she would trust her destiny to Alexander.

And now, it is undoubtedly that critical moment.

Ruosha smiled slightly, but soon her face showed surprise and surprise.

"What's going on?" Ruosha stared at the flag in the moving right-wing team. "Is that... the king's flag?"

"Yes, your majesty," a sergeant replied with a gloomy face, "Please forgive your majesty, I know that you have a good relationship with His Highness, but the Duke of Romanthecia openly cast the King of Castile flag in the Sicilian army and command your army, which is very inappropriate. Others will think that you are obedient to him..."

"Shut up!"

Ruosha roared at the attendant officer angrily, and at this time she was like an angry lioness.

"Send someone to the right wing, and I want to know if my brother is still there."

Ruosha gave the order anxiously, and she had a premonition that Alexander was no longer on the position at this time.

Alexander clamped the horse's belly hard, and the reins in his hand were as relaxed as possible, which made Pagasus' head almost stretched toward the neck.

Alexander was carrying a special musket in his hand, which was specially made by Rusha and Agri's arsenal.

The exquisite workmanship and the precious materials used make the gun completely a work of art rather than a tool for killing.

When giving the musket to Alexander, Ruosha thought that this would probably make her brother like her more, and she never thought that Alexander would take this gun to the battlefield.

In fact, this musket, designed by Da Vinci, made by a watchmaker named Nagsel, is really a expensive gift.

At least dozens of various gems inlaid on it can make people salivate.

Alexander did not want to hide his intention to place the Catalans on the right wing of the front.

In fact, both sides placed heavy troops on the side of their front near the Kovones River.

Because only in this way can we ensure that we will not be defeated by the enemy and then take the opportunity to rush down the river.

So when the Catalans just entered the battlefield, they were immediately bombarded by Castile artillery.

Although most of the artillery had been concentratedly destroyed by Sicilian artillery, the remaining artillery still caused great casualties to the Catalans.
To be continued...