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Chapter 317 Attack, attack!(2/2)

With Scher's current wealth, even if he returns to the countryside to farm, he will be a landlord who will make the great nobles jealous.

So he understood what Scher said.

"Then don't go home," Alexander looked back at Sher. "Follow me to a brand new unknown world, where I want to build a brand new empire, and you can always follow me, and maybe one day follow my son."

Sher showed an excited look. He knew what Alexander was hinting at and who he was talking about the "son" he would be.

Now that he heard Alexander's personal promise, the Balkans seemed to have vaguely seen their future.

"Sheer, the world is very big," Alexander sat at the horse, spreading his arms, as if to embrace the entire battlefield and everything in the distance. "One day I will go to the new world, and I hope that many of you will continue to follow me at that time."

The war drums are like thunder, the sound of cannons is shaking the sky, and fighting is everywhere on the battlefield, and life is dying in the wilderness filled with smoke at any time and anywhere.

Finally, a chaos appeared on the left wing of the Aragonese team. This chaos was so abrupt that when the Castiles on the opposite side reacted, the Aragonese troops had already begun to retreat hurriedly.

"What happened?" Gonzalo asked unexpectedly.

"Sir, it seems... the Aragonese formation collapsed!"

An officer climbed up a tree and looked carefully at the distance, then stood on it and shouted excitedly to Gonzalo, "The enemy is running away, our people are chasing, God! I have chased, I have chased!"

Listening to the officer's words, Gonzalo also tried to stand up straight and looked into the distance on tiptoe, but he saw shaking figures and passing smoke.

"Go ahead." Gonzalo gave the order.

The Sicilian grenadiers stepped forward, and they used to glance at the right corner of their eyes, because the commanders of the grenadiers would be on the right side of the queue.

The commander blew the whistle, and the grenadiers took off their muskets from their shoulders.

Reload, tamp, raise the gun, aim.

The movements are neat and full of oppression.

Someone in the Castile soldier team licked his dry tongue, and at that moment someone remembered the scene when he was standing opposite these muzzles.

The sound of shooting rose and fell, and the smoke of gunpowder enveloped the open area between the two armies and blocked the bloody scenes.

Someone started to escape from the queue, and the retreating enemies were driven down to the platform, and the Aragonese formation gradually showed signs of collapse from scatteredness.

The signs of collapse became increasingly obvious, especially when the flag team, which was originally located in the center of the formation, was shaken. At that moment, even Ferdinand, who was far behind the front line and knew nothing about commanding and fighting, suddenly realized that the most critical moment of this battle had arrived.

But a scene that disappointed him soon appeared, and Ferdinand watched his flag team be attacked and defeated.

As the soldiers gradually retreated, the Aragons were shocked to find that their military flags were missing in the war!

The battle continued, but even the most optimistic people did not think that the Aragonese still had a chance to save the defeat.

Ferdinand's imperial camp began to move, and he was protected by a group of servants and hurriedly got onto the carriage. After taking a look at the battlefield that was already completely desperate, Ferdinand patted the roof with a pale complexion. The carriage drove along the rugged road towards the lower reaches of the Ebro River under the protection of the guards.

Shortly after leaving the king's imperial camp, the first defeated Aragonese troops arrived here.

When he saw the messy camp that was empty and thrown all over the ground with all kinds of discarded debris, the last hope in the hearts of the Aragonese people was immediately shattered.

The Aragonese army began a great retreat.

Listening to the sound of the Cassi coalition behind him, the Aragonese army ran faster.

At this time, the sky was gradually dimming, and the short daylight in late autumn became the best helper of the Aragonese.

On the battlefield gradually shrouded in darkness, there were trance figures flashing everywhere. The gunfire and fighting screams from time to time sounded so close, but so far.

Ferdinand's carriage was moving forward in the gradually falling night. His attendant had quietly ordered the king's flag to be put away. Although this really undermined the dignity of the king, safety was the most important at this time.

After all, in the darkness where almost no fingers can be reached, anything can happen, and sometimes your own people are even more terrible and dangerous.

I don't know how far I ran, but the carriage that had been driving had finally slowed down gradually. Under the guidance of the front guards, the team walked towards the direction of the city of Garel, which was lower than the Ebro River.

It is the last city leading to Zaragoza on the southern bank of the Ebro River. After passing through Gael, the road to Zaragoza is unobstructed.

A team of cavalry suddenly passed by a path near the guard, which immediately caused a commotion.

The captain of the guard stared at the uninvited guests nervously. When he realized that they did not seem to be malicious, he just passed by in a hurry. The captain of the guard signaled his subordinates to hide the muskets and crossbows that had been lit.

In the night, people hurriedly passed by the team from time to time. Perhaps the coalition forces had stopped pursuing one after another, and the retreating Aragonese army was no longer exhausted.

There were more and more retreat troops gathering around the team. Obviously, on such nights, people were more willing to gather together because of their instinctive fear of darkness.

As complaints came into the carriage, Ferdinand looked outside through the window.

Everything is blurry in the night, with countless figures shaking in the fields.

Someone lit the torch, which caused a wave of reprimand, but when it was discovered that the fire did not cause any danger, more and more people lit up the various lighting tools in their hands.

The stars in the wilderness are like the starry sky above your head. When the night wind blows, the "starlights" in the fields are sometimes disillusioned, and sometimes they are sometimes brightly flashing with phantom-like void lights.

This scene that should have been a very pleasant scene seemed to Ferdinand to see him as a silent irony, and the curses and complaints that could be heard made him feel as if there were invisible sharp blades piercing his heart.

"It's windy outside your Majesty," the attendant who was beside him reminded carefully, trying to pull up the baffle on the car window, but he was stopped by Ferdinand.

"You must keep Gael." Ferdinand said in a dull tone, "You will rush back to Zaragoza overnight today and let them mobilize all the troops they can use to support Gael, and you must not let Gaelle go further."

"But your Majesty, Valencia's rebellion has not been quelled yet, and we may not have so many breakthrough troops to support Gael." The attendant reminded carefully.

"Then mobilize Chen Fangjun from Zaragoza." Ferdinand said a little annoyed.

"But if that happens, Zaragoza will become an empty city," the attendant was worried. "If something happens..."

"But if that Gombree was cut off from the outside world at the city of Zaragoza, then what we will lose may not be one Zaragoza, but the entire Aragon."

The guards looked at Ferdinand's eyes full of melancholy in the darkness in surprise. This was the first time Ferdinand admitted that someone would threaten his throne.

"Garel, there will be the place where absolutely who I and Gumpray will be the winner."

Ferdinand's eyes were set in front of the night, his voice was low and full of loneliness.

"General, let our soldiers have a good rest and enjoy today's victory," Alexander was saying this to Gonzalo, "and wait until dawn we continue to move forward."

"Where is our goal?"
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