Line up, attack, fight.

Soldiers fell on the battlefield, and they were lives one by one.

The shouts of killing Lian Tian were loudly heard, and the rumbling cannons rang out across the sky on the battlefield.

People in the town of Rome have never seen such a hellish scene on earth.

They hid at home in fear or fled to the farmlands far away, and listened to the terrible sounds from afar, and from time to time they could see small groups of troops passing by in a hurry.

Musketeer Uomoto slightly helped himself down and hid behind a sloping carriage without being discovered.

Next to him, several of his small teams of soldiers were also carefully arching their bodies and waiting for his orders.

Soldiers familiar with Uomoto all hope to be his subordinates, because it means they can live longer.

Uomoto was very clever, which made him much luckier than others on the battlefield.

During head-on confrontation, Uomoto would choose to squat down or lower his waist. This small action allowed him to avoid many bullet arrows. In addition, because he loaded faster, he always had more opportunities to discover possible threats.

Once separated from the brigade, Uomoto will find a safer place to hide, and then shoot at the enemy with good shooting skills.

More importantly, Uomoto would not let his subordinates die easily. He would always rush to the defeated enemy to grab the spoils after he was very sure, rather than putting himself in danger for money and life.

Not far ahead were several Aragonese soldiers leaning closely together and staring at the surroundings with vigilance.

The battle had lasted for a long time, and Uomoto didn't know how it was on the entire battlefield, but he had seen more than a large number of Aragon troops retreating to the distance.

Uomoto was an experienced soldier. Although he was young, he spent much more time on the battlefield than farming in the countryside, so he could tell the difference between an orderly retreat and a completely panicked escape.

The Aragonese troops were running away. Although they had not even thrown away their lives, they were obviously scared, so even if someone saw them, they were not interested in causing trouble.

Uomoto would target those soldiers because he found that some of them had clothes that were torn and dirty, but they could still see that the clothes were expensive and they were a big shot.

More importantly, the man was holding a spear wrapped in cloth in his hand.

No one on the battlefield would wrap the spear so carefully, so Uomoto immediately guessed that it should be a rolled-up flag.

Although it was far away, the occasional reflection of the sun shone on the rolled flag when the man walked around, making Uomoto realize that it should be the light of the golden silk on the flag.

Uomoto licked his lips nervously, and seized a military flag. This was definitely a coveted honor for a soldier.

And those people were obviously left alone, and they were looking for companions, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Follow me," Uomoto whispered, and he checked the musket in his hand again and pulled the sword out and stuck it on the ground aside. After the first round of shooting at this distance, he could only fight with one hand. "Listen, if you are lucky, we might get the reward from Lord Gonzalo."

Uomoto said, lifting the musket gently, reaching out from the gaps in the wheels, aiming at the people passing by near the carriage.

"Bang bang bang ~"

Several muskets fired almost at the same time, and the choking smoke instantly filled my eyes.

"Kill!"

As soon as the gunshot fell, Uomoto had thrown away the musket, pulled out the sword next to him and rushed forward shouting!

As soon as the gunshots rang, some of the Aragonese had been shot and fell to the ground, among which the nobles guarding the flag.

The Aragonese screamed in panic. They tried their best to pull the man up. The tall Aragonese soldiers carried the wounded noble on their shoulders desperately. The other person struggled to grab the flag thrown on the ground and ran away desperately under the cover of their companions.

"You can't escape even if you run to the horizon!"

Seeing the spoils slipping away, Uomoto shouted angrily while running forward with a lifeless life. He didn't even care about the enemies who had been shot down and ran directly past them.

The Aragonese were obviously confused because of panic. They ran to a dry ditch in a panic. Seeing the pursuers chasing behind, the big soldier shouted something to his companion, and then jumped out of the ditch with his companion holding the military flags.

The remaining few people did not jump down, and they turned around and held their weapons and stared at Uomoto and his people who were catching up with him.

Not only did this not make Uomoto feel nervous but was extremely excited. He knew that he was not wrong. The injured noble must have a high status, and the military flag must be very important.

Looking at the Aragonese opposite, Uomoto suddenly showed a cunning smile.

He stopped at the foot, and almost at the same time a soldier following him picked up the musket that had just lit the medicine twist.

This is Uomoto's cunning. Every time he shoots, he keeps one or two of his subordinates' muskets with ammunition in it, doing so to prevent enemies that may suddenly appear.

The burning spark of the convex gun and the spear turned into a symbol of death at this moment. The Aragons hesitated a little and then rushed up desperately.

The two sides immediately launched a fierce close contact.

But no one in Aragon can compare with Uomoto's people,

With a muffled "bang", the mezzanine almost shot against the chest of an Aragonese.

A charred piece appeared on the man's shirt on his chest, and a stream of blood gushed out.

The Aragonese seemed to be frightened by the gun. The courage just now disappeared instantly. They couldn't help but be stunned. Uomoto took the opportunity to put the sword on the neck of an enemy opposite and shouted loudly to the others.

The Aragons threw away their weapons one after another. Our courage had actually been wiped out in the previous battles. Now we are suffering from this sudden attack, and the last bit of courage also disappeared with the gunshot.

"Go and chase those two!" Uomoto grabbed the sword of the Aragonist opposite and ran towards the ditch. He didn't want the spoil he had obtained to disappear.

However, when they ran to the edge of the ditch, they found that the nobleman was lying in the ditch. Judging from his twisted body, he should have lost his anger. The two men were trying to light the military flag with flints.

"Don't even think about it!"

Uomoto angrily threw a sword in his hand towards the two men, and the hilt hit one of the men's back, and also shocked the flint in his hand and flew out of his hand.

The two soldiers were protecting the military flag tightly, staring at the Castiles standing on top and looking down at them unwillingly. However, after a brief confrontation between the two sides, the two men finally put the military flag gently on the ground.

Uomoto immediately jumped out of the ditch. While taking care of his companions, he stared at the two people, while hurriedly picked up the military flag and pulled it away.

A bright yellow and red striped flag appeared in front of Uomoto. Seeing the two swords in the middle of the flag crossing each other on the pattern of a crown-blessing shield, Uomoto was stunned at first, and then his body trembled due to excitement.

His eyes were on the nobleman who had already swallowed his breath, and in a trembling voice, the two soldiers: "Who is he?"

"His Majesty the King's Flag Master." The big soldier replied in a depressed voice, "I am the entourage of the flag Master."

"Of course," said in a sigh of relief, Uomoto then laughed out loud, "Look at what we have made a fortune this time. This is the military flag of Aragon, the military flag second only to the king's flag."

The captain's words made the Castile soldiers excited and the glory of seizing the enemy's flag was enough to exchange them for a large bounty.

Uomoto ordered his companions to take the soldiers away, and he squatted down and plundered the dead flag-holder.

A gold ring, an ivory amulet of Virgin Mary, and a coat that was still very good even though it was ragged, as well as a belt and a pair of well-made boots, these are all his trophys.

With these things, he no longer cared about the captive property.

In fact, the military flag was his greatest gain, and he had even seen the bounty given to him by Lord Gonzalo.

Of course, this money was not owned by him alone, but even so, it was enough for him to make a fortune.

The battle continued, and you could hear the continuous shooting sounds from artillery positions not far from the bank of the Ebro River.

Before, the Aragonese army tried to seize the artillery positions of the coalition forces. Their cavalry repeatedly launched attacks on the coalition forces along the river bank, but were blocked by the Sicilians who had been prepared near the rocky shallows.

The musketeers in Sicily exerted their unique power at that time. With the favorable terrain of large areas of pebbles everywhere on the river beach that were not conducive to the rapid approach of the cavalry, the musketeers kept leaning towards the enemy opposite, as rain-like projectiles.

At the same time, the Castiles began to move forward to meet the Aragonese army opposite.

However, before the enemy confronted head-on, the Aragonese army was first hit by fierce bombardment from coalition artillery.

Although the caliber is not very large, the artillery that is quickly transported to the battlefield by carriages and manpower on wheels became the nightmare of the Aragonese army.

The shells roared or swept over the head or came towards them. The person who was hit immediately broke his bones and had broken bones and blood. What's even more terrifying is that no one knows whether the next shell will fall on their heads.

This huge fear enveloped the hearts of the Aragonese soldiers, and what made them helpless was that because the army was gathering too hasty, the Aragonese could pull onto the battlefield with a pitiful few artillery numbers.

The result was that the Aragons had to endure the fierce shooting of the enemy's flank artillery and approached the enemy little by little.

It was not without the Aragonian generals who wanted to take down those annoying artillery artillery, but they soon discovered the intention of the coalition to deploy artillery positions near the river bank.

A large area of ​​rocky land became the best protection for the coalition forces. The Sicilians kept shooting behind the difficult-to-pass area with their sharp firearms, harvesting the Aragons who were trying to rush through this death zone.

The pace of the battle was not fast. Unlike the Aragonese army's eagerness to fight the enemy, the coalition forces were steadily guarding their positions. Gonzalo even made people pile up some chopped trees and a large number of temporary branches in front of the positions in advance.

Although this seemed to be of little use, when the Aragons rushed to the front of these obstacles, they had to stop and pass slowly because of the obstacles.

It was at this time that the coalition forces began to shoot fiercely at the Aragonese army.

In addition to muskets, the crossbow also exerted great power at this moment.

The Aragons, who were blocked by obstacles, fell to the ground like the French in Agincourt.

But unlike the French, the Aragonese still retreated in an orderly manner.

They wanted to retreat beyond the range of the enemy's weapons and then attack, but Gonzalo obviously didn't want to give them this opportunity.

When the Aragon cavalry, who had not been able to capture the artillery position, began to retreat, the musket troops that had been guarding the position began to launch a counterattack.

At the same time, Sicilian grenades who had been gathering on the platform higher than the town of Rome, advanced forward in neat steps amid the sound of war drums.

“Gonzalo de Cordoba.”

Standing on a horse and looking at the battlefield below, Alexander sighed slightly and said softly.

Next to him, Schell breathed rapidly and his face was full of excitement.

In the past, because of being in a battle, the tension and danger at every moment made people feel unconscious of other things.

Now he could see the entire battlefield like a bystander, which made Schell completely shocked by the scenes in front of him.

"Master, if I were asked to go back to the countryside to farm now, I think I would be suffocated to death." Sher suddenly said this without thinking.

His words made Alexander smile.
To be continued...