A flag that looked familiar but quite unfamiliar appeared in front of them.

Someone began to announce loudly to the Castile soldiers: "In the name of the Duke of Roman Thescia, the heir of His Majesty Enrique IV, and Prince Castile, I will order you to put down your weapons and stop resisting immediately."

The soldiers looked at each other in a daze. Many people didn't know who the prince suddenly appeared, but the next words of those who announced the order made the soldiers feel a little relieved.

"You are all brave soldiers of Castile. The prince will forgive your sins. You can choose to serve the prince or go home. Your honor has not been insulted. You have already fulfilled your duties as soldiers."

The Castile soldiers listened blankly, they didn't know if what the prince said was true, and they didn't know if the prince had the right to pardon them.

But they knew that they could survive.

Once someone throws away the weapons in his hands, more people follow suit.

Watching the Sicilian army walk past them coldly, the Castian soldiers stared at the corpses all over the mountains in a daze, and finally someone let out an uncontrollable wail.

Gonzalo retreated towards Seville under the protection of the guards. When he looked at the battlefield again, he saw that the driven Castile army had completely lost control.

Gonzalo sighed softly, and then got off the horse at the urge of the servant.

"Go back to Sevilla, at least we can still rethink the next battle there."

Gonzalo gave orders to those around him, and then he remembered something and ordered a servant beside him: "Stay here and wait until the battle is over to meet the Queen and the Duke of Roman Thesia as a messenger. I hope to know the whereabouts of the Knight Don Decliar."

The attendant nodded respectfully, but before this, he needed to hide himself first, otherwise he might become a Sicilian soldier's gun-hitting ghost before the battle ended.

After looking back, Gonzalo shook his head helplessly.

The entire Castile front collapsed, and the final resistance of the Castile army had been declared defeated. Now they can do not retreat, but escape.

"Go to Seville."

Gonzalo finally left the battlefield and he did not look back.

On the plain outside Leo Town, Omo squatted in front of the dead war horse's body and showed his god slightly.

Seeing his brother coming, he raised his head and looked at Kurash helplessly.

"We seem to have done nothing in this battle."

Hearing his brother's complaint with loss, Kurash just smiled. He walked to Omo and squatted down and stroked his body, which was still warm with his body, shook his head and sighed: "This is a good horse. If it is in our hometown, it will be a precious thing."

Omo nodded. He knew that his brother had always been determined to be a landlord, but this wish would probably never come true.

"We did nothing, but if we hadn't occupied the town, the Castiles would have occupied the highland, and then they might have pushed us directly into the swamp behind."

Omo listened silently, and chuckled as his brother raised his hand to pat his shoulder: "You said it well, Kurash, it's not bad, but it's still a bit regretful."

"What's the regret?" Kurash stood up and looked at the entire battlefield. Here they could see the scene on almost the entire plain. Looking at the plains that were still filled with smoke, listening to the sporadic gunshots that sounded from time to time, Kurash sighed softly, "It should be me who really regrets. Look at this battle. The knights are useless on the battlefield in the future. The war will be yours."

Omo also stood up and looked side by side with Kulash in the distance. At this moment, he felt that his brother was right.

Ruosha sat on a chair that was temporarily changed with a saddle. The female servant who had just arrived from behind was helping her comb her hair with clean water.

Her face had been washed in a hurry, but if you look closely, you can still see some light stains.

One by one, the officers rushed to report to her about the progress on the battlefield.

The Castiles have completely withdrawn from the battle.

They had been preparing to fight back in a village not far away, but before they could reorganize the troops, the Catalans led by the duke had arrived.

The Castile army had to continue to retreat, and then this last chance finally failed with the complete collapse of the troops.

The Castiles retreated into the southern suburbs of Seville.

The Catalans continued to pursue.

The Castiles then tried to cross the Guadavile River.

Then, the explosion happened at that time.

“Has the Guadavile River Bridge exploded?”

When he heard the news, Ruosha was stunned for a moment and then continued to listen.

By this time, everyone knew that the Castile royal army had completely failed.

Gonzalo, who is desperate, is facing the danger of being completely wiped out by the Guadavile River.

His only choice at this time was to retreat upstream or downstream before the Sicilian army formed an encirclement.

No matter where he chose to retreat, it meant that he gave up Sevilla.

"Then he should retreat upstream," Ruosha said slowly. "We have blocked the harbor, and it is impossible for him to escape from the sea."

The Queen's analysis was unanimously agreed by the attendants around her, but when they began to discuss fiercely whether to continue chasing, they found that the Queen seemed a little absent-minded.

"Where is my brother?"

Ruosha finally couldn't help asking.

"The Duke is taking the Catalans to pursue Gonzalo for the last time," the officer who reported said excitedly, "maybe we will be back soon."

"Soon, how long will it take?"

Ruosha frowned unawarely, and she stood up and walked back and forth. At this time, she looked less calm than when the battle was in full swing.

"Send someone to find my brother, I want to see him as soon as possible."

The officers around the queen looked at each other secretly, while some showed meaningful expressions.

Whenever the Duke of Roman Thesia is mentioned, the queen's somewhat strange appearance is not something that no one can see, but many people have never, or they dare not think about whether there is anything wrong with this.

However, this battle showed some clues.

The Queen did not hesitate to invest all the troops for the Duke, and even went to the battlefield in person. The Duke exchanged a nearly crazy attack for the battle.

This is a pair of brothers and sisters who have a deep relationship and can even sacrifice for each other. This makes many people wonder how these brothers and sisters face the future of the two kingdoms once the war is over.

A cavalry rushed over, and was still far away, and he shouted: "Duke, the Duke is back!"

Ruosha, who was paced back and forth, suddenly stopped. She raised her head and looked into the distance, and then saw Alexander who was racing towards her on a white horse.

He was covered in smoke, his breastplate looked torn and blood was overflowing from a piece of cloth held on his forehead.

Looking at Alexander who had come to the front and rolled over and dismounted, Ruosha's hands couldn't help but hold them tightly together.

"I'm back."

Alexander laughed, then spread his arms.

Ruosha's feet moved, her body rushed forward and crashed into Alexander's arms!

"I love you, my dear sister."
Chapter completed!