After sending cavalry to support the left wing, Gonzalo's full attention was focused on the front.

For him, all the results were in front of the front line that was less than half a law.

So he was not surprised when he saw the flag of the Queen of Sicily also appearing at the very close front.

Even when there were sword and shield soldiers resisting stray bullets that came by chance for him, Gonzalo was not shaken by such danger.

At this time, the sun was slightly westward, and the soldiers on both sides who had been fighting for a whole day were exhausted.

Even though many people are very close, they can only look at the enemy opposite with weapons blankly.

Some of them were simply sitting on the grass, and they looked around blankly, as if they had completely forgotten that they were on the battlefield.

Ruosha's lips were dry and painful, and she felt that every drop of water on her body had evaporated.

Her beautiful blonde hair was pressed against her face, and her face was covered with sticky sizzlings. Sweat mixed with mud stains rushed out of black and white marks on her face.

She had almost sent her to various troops to supervise the battle or replace the officers who had died.

Ruosha stood behind a short tree, and her breastplate guards were surrounded by muskets. This guard with less than 100 people was the only force she could mobilize now.

Their task is to use their bodies to defend the Queen when necessary.

The battle reached this point, not only could it be impossible to distinguish the front line, but the organization of their respective troops had been interrupted early.

Ruosha saw an enemy army in the distance that seemed to be able to maintain its formation.

She raised her hand hard and greeted a follower to take a closer look at the number of enemy troops.

Just as she was wondering whether she should organize an attack to disperse the enemy as soon as possible, the attendant rushed back in a hurry and even ran back in a panic.

"Your Majesty, Gonzalo, that's Gonzalo!" The attendant was so tired that he couldn't stand when he ran to Ruosha, but he still shouted words that made everyone feel refreshed.

"Is it Gonzalo?"

After a moment of silence, Ruosha issued an order: "Line and move forward!"

The guards of the breastplate immediately formed a close formation, and they stared at the enemy not far away from the opposite side.

The two sides were slightly stalemate between about a few dozen meters away, and then after a brief moment, a fierce roar broke out almost at the same time.

Gonzalo also saw the elite troops opposite, which were obviously the enemy, and then he unexpectedly noticed the other party's flag.

"King Banner?"

Gonzalo blurted out in surprise. He never expected that he would meet the Royal Guard of the Queen of Sicily on the battlefield!

Almost without thinking, Gonzalo swung the sword in his hand towards the enemy and issued an order to attack.

But the Castiles seemed to be slowing down a little.

It was this momentary difference that gave the Sicilian army the opportunity to shoot first.

"Bang bang bang ~"

A burst of gunfire covered everyone's ears in an instant, smoke gushed, sparks splashed everywhere, and screams immediately rang out.

The Castile soldiers who were hit fell to the ground one after another, and the attack that was originally about to be launched was completely interrupted.

It’s just that the distance between the two sides is too close and there is no chance to perform the second round of shooting.

But just as the gunshots were still echoing, Gonzalo seemed to hear the loud shout of a young woman coming from the opposite side: "Grenadier, get a bayonet!"

Gonzalo admitted that at that moment, he was slightly confused.

Although he had participated in countless battles, he had never seen a woman on the battlefield.

And now he heard the voice of a young woman.

What she shouted was something that made him so incredible.

And this is exactly the order he wants to give.

It's just that he's a little late.

The first shot allowed the Sicilians to seize precious moments.

Just as the smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated and the Castiles had not yet awakened from the sudden blow, the guards in the chest had already rushed towards the enemy with a musket with a bayonet!

The whole row of shiny lights seemed so gloomy and terrifying even during the day. The long bayonet, which was almost the same length as the gun body, looked like a monster's fangs, suddenly rushed out of the smoke and bit towards the Castiles.

The Castiles who were suddenly attacked couldn't help but retreat one after another. Some of their spearmen didn't even have time to approach and line up their bulky spears in a row, and were washed away by the enemy.

Looking at this scene, the muscles on Gonzalo's face trembled slightly.

The sudden rushing enemy did not panic him, but somehow, he felt that he had lost a rare opportunity.

The fierce horn sounded from the vicinity of the Sicily King's Banner, followed by dense drum beats.

The guards in the chest plate lined up in dense formations with the sound of the horns and drums, and kept poking forward.

The sound of horns and war drums immediately spread around, and the cheers of Sicilians were remembered on the battlefield.

"Come on, don't retreat," Gonzalo pulled out his sword. He knew that the most critical time was "Everyone goes up and let us prove ourselves!"

Gonzalo said as he took a step forward, but then suddenly stopped and turned his head to look to the left.

Although the battlefield was in chaos, you could still vaguely see a rising dust.

Gonzalo stood there and looked at his left wing motionlessly. He knew that if it was the army of the Knights Don Decliar, he should have appeared in the front and approached the enemy's flank.

But now, that unit is moving towards the side of its central front!

“Kumbray.”

Gonzalo muttered to himself softly.

At this moment, Gonzalo finally wavered.

Sprint, move forward, keep sprinting, and keep moving forward!

The guards in the breastplate gasped and moved forward with exhausted steps.

The enemy opposite them is also shaking, as if he will fall to the ground the next moment.

When did the Castile troops retreated one after another.

First, it was a small strand, and then it gradually increased.

At first, they fought and retreated, but later they gradually gave up resistance.

The guards of the breastplate had stopped because they heard the command voyage coming from behind that stopped advancing.

A staff officer on a horse rushed to the line of guards in the breastplate. Before the blood on his face could be wiped away, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant because of excitement: "Stop moving forward, guards, you have completed your mission. Your Majesty wants me to tell you that she is proud of having soldiers like you!"

No one responded. The guards who stopped stood there stood blankly for a while, and then they sat down to the ground.

Ruosha was still standing in front of the short tree. There were only a few people beside her now, but she was not worried.

Because the Castiles have begun to retreat.

When the Catalans finally appeared on the left, Gonzalo issued an order to retreat without delaying a little.

At that moment he already knew that the battle had failed.

Although he had invested his last strength, he did not defeat the enemy on the critical front line as he wished.

On the contrary, the Sicilians pressed on his front line and pressed them step by step.

The appearance of the Catalans completely shattered his last hope.

Obviously, the reinforcements of the Knights Don Decliar to the left have failed, and the Knight himself should be in danger.

At this time, failure is only a matter of time.

Gonzalo hopes to get his troops out before the situation gets worse.

Both sides have reached the point where they cannot continue to fight. At this time, as long as he can escape from the battle as soon as possible, he can at least preserve some of his strength.

He still has a large number of troops in Seville City, which is enough to ensure that even if he loses, he still has the possibility of a battle.

Gonzalo's consideration was rational. He did not think about preserving the troops when the situation was so decayed that it was uncontrollable. Instead, he made a quick decision when he saw the situation was critical.

But his orders were not conveyed to his subordinates in time.

When Alexander led the Catalans to appear on the enemy's left wing, he saw a pot of porridge that was completely unmatched and could not tell who was.

Many troops have long been unable to maintain their most basic formation, and even the system has been completely chaotic.

In this case, the Catalans joined not only became the key to the defeat of the Caslian army, but also completely failed Gonzalo's retreat plan.

The Catalans began to expel the Castiles on the battlefield, and then more and more Sicilian troops joined the expulsion battle.

The orderly retreat was disrupted from the beginning.

The Castiles began to defeat, and more and more troops gave up their resistance, but retreated purely to the rear.

Once this situation is formed, it will never be able to be cured.

The Sicilian army began to form a formation and force towards the retreating enemy under the guidance of the horns and the commanders who were galloping back and forth.

Although they were still thirsty, hungry and exhausted, even the least knowledgeable soldiers knew that they had won the battle.

Many Castile soldiers who had not had time to escape gathered together. They made their last tenacious resistance. Looking at the approaching enemy, many soldiers shouted desperately while praying.
To be continued...