In view of this situation, all the heavy muskets of the Sicilian army were still fired using a fuse.

The loading and firing rate of heavy muskets are extremely slow, but their huge power is the nightmare and hell of everyone standing in front of them.

The Knight who was hit by the musket did not feel pain because his helmet was instantly deformed, and the concave helmet face directly fell into his forehead that had been smashed by the huge impact.

The knight's body fell backwards and hit the ground, lifting up a small piece of turf.

The death of the knight caused a brief commotion, and the square soldiers he led seemed to have no idea what to do for a moment.

But it was only a moment. The panic caused by the subsequent continuous heavy musket shooting and the chaos caused by the subsequent counterattack quickly destroyed the traces left by this noble Castile Knight.

The scorching sun above my head makes my mouth dry, and the constant fighting has exhausted many soldiers.

The sound of cannons in the distance was still rumbling, and the grenadiers moved forward in their formation with exhausted steps.

The ground was filled with the bodies of soldiers on both sides. The Castile soldiers who were lucky enough to die of breath made weak moans and calls for help, but then the Sicilian soldiers who came to hear the sound were ruthlessly poked into a pool of blood with their spears.

The air was filled with disgusting smell of blood.

At this time, there is no kindness in this place.

A team of Castile soldiers in front were retreating in a hurry, their formation was chaotic and unruly. When they kept retreating, even the team flag slowly fell down.

"Prepare to charge," the team officer shouted at his subordinates with his hands, leaning on his sword in a hoarse voice. Seeing the soldiers pulling out long sting swords from their waists, the team officer looked up with his tired eyes and looked at the enemies who had escaped a little far away. "Catch up and kill them all!"

The officer's words attracted a burst of shouts, and the Sicilians cheered up and began to pursue the enemy, but they did not find that they were not far away from each other, and another group of enemies were running towards them.

On the other side, the two sides, which were originally evenly fighting with each other, changed due to the unexpected joining of more than a dozen grenades who were struck by the enemy.

The firepower of the grenadiers' concentrated shooting made a gap on the side of the enemy's formation, and the Sicilian army immediately rushed towards the enemy and launched a fierce battle.

In every corner of the battle line, people fall down and die at every moment.

Ruosha stepped forward and had already had a little black blood stain, and she was surrounded by a team of fully armed guard grenades.

These soldiers were not only equipped with the latest cast short-barrel hammer musket, but each was equipped with two short-bars and a special sword.

These swords are short and wide, but have sharp conical thorns that can pierce ordinary breastplate, making them a powerful tool for close combat.

Someone in the front team was shot and fell to the ground, which caused tension among the guards.

They surrounded the Queen tightly in the middle, staring vigilantly at the movements near the battlefield, ready to deal with the possible enemies.

The constant sound of cannons from the right wing made Ruosha feel heavy, but she knew that her position was here, in the center of the front line.

All she had to do was to keep putting pressure on Gonzalo on the opposite side. Even if she could not force him to mobilize the right wing troops to reinforce, she would never let him mobilize a soldier to the right wing.

"Start another attack."

Ruosha gave the order, and then he noticed the strange expressions of the officers around him.

"Your Majesty, our troops may not be able to hold on anymore, the soldiers are all too tired."

A blood-stained officer gasped and said to Ruosha that he had even taken off the armor he had originally regarded as pride. Now, except for a pair of wrinkled pants, the man had even pulled apart his shirt, revealing his chest that was blackened by the smoke of gunpowder.

"But the enemy is also very tired," Ruosha resisted the impulse of reaching out to wipe the sweat from her face, and scolded the people around her in a stern tone. "I want you to remember that any wavering after the battle begins is the culprit of failure. The only thing you have to do is to firmly execute the order. Now I want you to attack again!"

"As for your order."

The officers all responded, but the officer before stood there and looked hesitant, but in the end they gritted their teeth and turned around and left.

Ruosha looked at the troops moving slowly forward. She knew that at this time, she had almost reached the limit of the troops of both sides.

At this time, the front lines between the two sides were like two completely tight strings. With a little more force, they would break instantly!

"Brother, all I can do is this, and the rest is up to you."

Ruosha clenched her command staff with all her strength.

Pagasus was angry.

Or it feels offended.

Just now, a shell fell not far from it, and was hit by the gravel gravel that was lifted up and hit it like raindrops.

Its beautiful fur was beaten so hard that its hair flew away, and a sharp stone even cut off a piece of skin from its butt.

This made Pagasus furious in an instant.

It has never been so angry since the sad day that made it lose its happiness as a male forever.

So Pagasus rushed towards the enemy's position with a madness that made everyone dumbfounded.

Before Schell had time to catch up and when the Castile soldiers did not react, it had already rushed to a place very close to the enemy's position.

Alexander was also surprised, or was stunned by the scene in front of him.

But at this time he had no other choice. While the Castia opposite was at a loss for a moment because of his completely unexpected behavior, he raised the musket in his hand, and while aiming at the enemy without even aiming at the gun, he shouted loudly: "Come with me to hunt the guards and rush up!"

Alexander's roar caused the Balkans who were following him to roar like crazy. Amid the crazy shouts of "Follow the Master!", the Balkans charged towards the enemy in front of them.

Another shell fell down. Although it did not pose any threat, the sludge in the puddles splashed by the shells made a Catalan mercenary captain full of embarrassment.

This finally completely angered the Catalans.

Led by the captain, the Catalans rushed towards the enemy's artillery position regardless of their own.

Commander Castilla, who discovered this incident, immediately ordered the interception of the Catalans, but his order was disrupted by the probably people who suddenly rushed into his formation.

Following Alexander, or simply Pagasus' Balkan hunting guards rushed around the Castrea formation.

The enemy who is slightly far away will shoot with muskets, and the ones near will be chopped with a sabre. They come and go like the wind, and whenever the Castiles try to surround them, they can use their unexpected and coquettish moves to get rid of the enemy's siege.

The most important thing is that the Castiles found that the enemy seemed to be rushing around with no purpose at all, so sometimes they had just rushed over from a team of enemy troops, but before the enemy could breathe a sigh of relief, they suddenly rushed back inexplicably.

The chaos on the flanks made Gonzalo feel a little worried, and he guessed that it should be Alexander trying to break through his left wing.

Moreover, the sudden counterattack of the Queen of Sicily in front of her also proved this speculation.

"Sir, the Sicilians are attacking us. Nearly half of our people have been killed and killed. The front is almost unable to hold on," a knight rushed over, one of his arms hanging weakly, and there was a shocking dent on his shoulder armor, which seemed to have just been hit by something. "We need reinforcements."

"I don't have reinforcements." Gonzalo said calmly, "Go tell your captain, either win or sacrifice."

The knight looked at Gonzalo in shock, and then he let out a desperate sigh and turned his horse's head and ran towards the formation.

Looking at the knight running away, Gonzalo's expression became gloomy. He lowered his voice to the Knight Don Decliar beside him, "We must stabilize the front line, otherwise we will be done."

"Maybe some troops can be drawn from the left wing..."

"No, that's exactly what Gombrey wanted me to do." Gonzalo stubbornly rejected the suggestion of the Knights Don Decliar. "I have to admit that I underestimated the queen. I originally thought that Gombrey would be at the center of the front line, because this is the key to the decision of the victory or defeat."

"I'll go."

The Knight Don Decliar suddenly said, "I will go to the left to resist the Duke of Romanthesia, but sir, you must defeat the Queen's troops in the center, otherwise we will all be done."

Gonzalo glanced at the Knight Don Decliar for a while, then nodded slightly: "Sandro, this is our last strength. You know what this means to us if you can't block Gonbray."

“Yes, sir.”

The Knight Don Decliar responded and called the attendant to help him onto the mount.

"Either honor or death." The Knight Don Decliar waved his hand at Gonzalo immediately, and then took the lead in running towards the left wing where he was fighting fiercely.

On the opposite side of the front, Ruosha, who vaguely saw the movements in the enemy's position, suddenly felt nervous.
Chapter completed!