Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Line up, attack, fight.

Soldiers fell on the battlefield one by one, life after life.

The sound of gunfire was loudly shouted, and the rumble of cannons resounded across the sky on the battlefield.

The people in Rome have never seen such a hellish scene on earth.

They hid in fear at home, or fled to the farmland in the distance, listening to the terrible sounds from a distance, and from time to time they would see sporadic small groups of troops passing by.

Musketeer Uomoto helped him down slightly, hiding himself behind a dumped carriage and not being noticed.

Beside him, several of his squad soldiers also bowed cautiously, waiting for his order.

Soldiers who are familiar with Uomoto hope to be his subordinates, because this means they can live longer.

Uomoto is very clever, which makes him luckier than others on the battlefield.

In a head-on confrontation, Uomoto will choose to squat down or cat down. This small action allows him to avoid an unknown number of bullets and arrows. In addition, because he reloads faster, he always has more Opportunity to discover possible threats.

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

More importantly, Uomoto will not let his subordinates die easily. He always rushes to the defeated enemy to **** the spoils after he has a lot of confidence, instead of putting himself in danger for money. in.

A few Aragonese soldiers leaned close to each other not far ahead, staring at the surroundings vigilantly.

The battle has been going on for a long time, Uomoto doesn't know how the whole battlefield is going, but he has seen more than a large number of Aragonese troops retreat into the distance.

Uomoto is an experienced soldier. Although young, he spends more time on the battlefield than farming in the countryside, so he can tell the difference between an orderly retreat and a panic escape. the difference.

Those Aragonese troops are fleeing. Although they have not even thrown away their life-saving weapons, they are obviously scared, so even if someone sees them, they are not interested in causing trouble.

Uomoto would stare at the soldiers because he found that one of them, although his clothes were in tatters and dirty, he could still see that the clothes were expensive and he was a big man.

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

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, when the person walked around, the occasional reflections caused by the sunlight on the rolled up flag made Uomoto realize that it should be the light of the golden silk on the flag.

Uomoto licked his lips nervously and seized a flag, which is definitely a dream honor for a soldier.

And those people are obviously left alone, they are looking for a companion, this is a golden opportunity.

"Follow me," Uomoto ordered in a low voice. He checked the musket in his hand again and then pulled out the sword and inserted it on the ground. At this distance, he could only fight hand-to-hand after the first round of shooting. Now, if we are lucky, we might be rewarded by Lord Gonzalo."

As Uomoto said, he gently raised the musket, protruding from the gap between the wheels, and aimed at the people passing by near the carriage.

"Boom boom~"

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

"Kill!"

As soon as the gunfire fell, Uomoto had already thrown away the gun, pulled out the sword beside him and rushed up!

As soon as the gunfire sounded, some of the Aragonese had been shot and fell to the ground. Among them was the nobleman who was guarding the flag.

The Aragonese screamed in panic. They desperately pulled the man up, one tall Aragonese soldier desperately carried the wounded nobleman on his shoulders, and the other struggled to grab the flag thrown on the ground. Under the cover of his companions, he flees lifelessly.

"You don't even want to run away even if you run to the horizon!"

Seeing that the spoils were about to slip away, Uomoto screamed angrily while rushing forward desperately. He didn't even care about the enemies that had been shot down, and ran directly past them.

Those Aragonese were obviously panicked because of panic. They ran to the dry river in a panic, and saw the chasing soldiers behind. The big soldier yelled something to his companions, and then they held the opposite. The companion of the military flag jumped down the ditch.

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

This not only didn't make Uomoto feel nervous but was very excited. He knew that he had not guessed wrong, that the injured nobleman must have a very high status, and the flag must also be very important.

Looking at the Aragonese on the opposite side, Uomoto suddenly showed a sly smile.

He stopped under his feet, and at almost the same time a soldier behind him picked up the musket that had just ignited the twist.

This is Uomoto's cunning, every time he shoots, he will keep one or two of his guns with ammunition in it, this is to prevent enemies that may suddenly appear.

At this moment, the twinkling sparks of matchlock guns became a symbol of death, and the few Aragonese hesitated and rushed up desperately.

The two sides immediately launched a tragic short-handed encounter.

But neither the number nor the morale of Aragonese can be compared with the people of Uomoto.

Accompanied by a muffled sound of "bang", the matchlock almost shot against the chest of an Aragonese.

A piece of scorched black appeared on the blouse on the man's chest, and at the same time a stream of blood poured out.

The Aragonese seem to be frightened by this shot. The courage they had just disappeared instantly. They couldn't help but froze there. Uomoto took the opportunity to put the sword on the neck of an enemy opposite, and shouted at the others. With.

The Aragonese threw away their weapons one after another. Our courage has actually been wiped out in the previous battle. Now that we have suffered this sudden attack, the last bit of bravery has also disappeared with the gunshot.

"Go chasing those two people!" Uomoto took the sword of the Aragonese opposite and ran towards the side of the ditch. He didn't want the trophies he got so missing.

However, when they ran to the side of the ditch, they found that the nobleman was lying in the ditch. From the twisted appearance of his body, he should have lost his life, and the two men were trying to light the flag with flint.

"Don't even think about it!"

Uomoto angrily threw a sword in his hand towards the two men, the hilt of the sword hit one of them on the back, and the flint in his hand flew out of his hand.

The two soldiers guarded the flag tightly and stared unwillingly at the Castilians who stood on it and looked down at them, but after a brief confrontation between the two sides, the two men finally held the flag lightly. Put it on the ground.

Uomoto immediately jumped into the ditch. While taking care of his companions and staring at the two men, he hurriedly picked up the flag and hurriedly tossed it away.

A bright flag with yellow and red stripes appeared in front of Uomoto, watching the pattern of two swords crossing each other on a shield with a crown and blessing in the middle of the flag, Uomoto was taken aback at first, and then he couldn't help being excited. Tremble.

He cast his gaze on the nobleman who fell to the ground and had suffocated, and with a trembling voice the two soldiers: "Who is he?"

"His Majesty the King's flag officer." The big soldier replied dullly, "I am a follower of the banner officer."

"Of course," he said in a disappointed or relieved voice, Uomoto then laughed and laughed. "Look, we are rich this time. This is the flag of Aragon, second only to the flag of the king. The army flag."

The captain's words immediately made the Castilian soldiers jump for joy, and the honor of capturing the enemy's flag was enough to exchange them for a large bounty.

Uomoto ordered his companions to **** the soldiers away, while he knelt down and searched the dead flag officer.

A gold ring, an ivory Madonna amulet, and a coat that is still very good even though it is tattered to be patched, as well as a belt and a pair of well-made boots, these are his trophies.

This is enough, as for the prisoners' belongings, he no longer cares about them.

In fact, that flag is already his biggest gain, and he has even seen the bounty given to him by Lord Gonzalo.

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

The battle continued, and the continuous shooting from the artillery position not far from the Ebro River could be heard.

Previously, the Aragonese army tried to seize the artillery positions of the coalition forces. Their cavalry repeatedly attacked the coalition forces along the river bank, but they were blocked by the well-prepared Sicilians near the rocky shoal.

The Sicilian musketeers exerted their unique power at that time. With the favorable terrain of the large pebbles that were not conducive to the rapid approach of the cavalry, the musketeers kept leaning rainy projectiles towards the enemy on the opposite side. .

At the same time, the Castilians started to face the Aragonese army on the opposite side to form a team.

But before the enemy faced off head-on, the Aragonese army first suffered heavy bombardment from coalition artillery.

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

The cannonballs roared or swept over the head, or came oncoming. The person who was hit was immediately broken and bloody. What's more terrifying is that no one knows whether the next cannonball will fall on his head.

This huge fear enveloped the hearts of the Aragonese soldiers, and what made them helpless was that because the army was assembled too hastily, the Aragonese had so few artillery that they could pull onto the battlefield.

As a result, the Aragonese had to endure the fierce fire from the enemy's flanking artillery, and gradually approached the opposite enemy.

It was not that the Aragonese generals wanted to take down those pesky artillery, but they soon discovered the coalition's cunning intention to deploy artillery positions near the river bank.

A large rocky area became the best protection for the coalition forces. The Sicilians kept firing with their sharp firearms behind the hard-to-pass area, harvesting those Aragonese who tried to rush through this dead zone.

The pace of the battle is not fast. Unlike the Aragonese army, which is eager to fight the enemy decisively, the coalition forces are steadily guarding their positions. Gonzalo even made people pile up some felled trees in front of the positions and temporarily bundle them together. Large number of branches.

Although this seems to have no effect, when the Aragonese rushed in front of these obstacles, they had to stop one after another because they were obstructed and passed slowly.

It was at this time that the coalition began to fire violently at the Aragonese army.

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

The Aragonese who were blocked by obstacles fell to the ground just like the French in Agincourt.

But unlike the French, the Aragonese began to retreat in an orderly manner.

They wanted to retreat beyond the enemy’s weapon range to attack, but Gonzalo clearly did not want to give them this opportunity.

When the Aragonese cavalry who had not been able to capture the artillery position began to retreat, the musketeers who had been holding the position began to counterattack.

At the same time, the Sicilian grenadiers, who had been gathering on the plateau higher in the town of Rome, marched forward in neat steps amidst the sound of war drums.

"Gonzalo de Cordoba."

Standing on a horse and looking at the battlefield below, Alexander whispered to himself with a slight sigh.

Beside him, Schell was breathing fast and excited.

In the past, because of being in battle, the tension and danger of every moment made people not in the mood to care about other things.

Now he could survey the entire battlefield like a bystander, which made Schell couldn't help being completely shocked by the scenes before him.

"Master, if I were to go back to the country to farm now, I think I would be suffocated alive." Sher said this sentence suddenly without thinking.

His words made Alexander smile slightly.

With Eschel's current wealth, even if he returned to the countryside to farm, he would be a landlord who made the great aristocrats jealous.

So he understood the meaning of Shell's words.

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

Schell showed excitement. He knew what Alexander was suggesting, and he knew who the "son" he was talking about would be.

Now hearing Alexander’s personal promise, the Balkans seem to have vaguely seen their future.

"Schel, the world is big," Alexander sat on the horse with his arms outstretched, as if to embrace the entire battlefield and everything in the distance. "One day I will go to the new world. I hope that many of you will continue to follow. I."

The drums of war thunder, the sound of artillery shook the sky, the battlefield was full of fights, and there were lives perishing in the smoke-filled wilderness anytime and anywhere.

Finally, there was chaos on the left wing of the Aragonese team, and the chaos was so abrupt, that when the Castilians on the opposite side reacted, the Aragonese troops had already begun to retreat in a hurry.

"What happened?" Gonzalo asked somewhat unexpectedly.

"My lord, it seems... the Aragonese formation has collapsed!"

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

Listening to the officer's words, Gonzalo also tried his best to straighten up and tiptoe to look into the distance, but he saw swaying figures and smog passing by.

"Go forward." Gonzalo gave the order.

The Sicilian grenadiers stepped forward, they used to glance to the right from the corner of their eyes, because the commander of the grenadier line would be on the right side of the line.

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

Load, compact, raise the gun, aim.

The movements are neat and full of pressure.

Someone from the Castilian soldiers on the side licked their dry tongue, and at that moment someone remembered the scene when they were standing opposite these gunpoints.

The sound of shooting went up and down, gun smoke enveloped the open area between the two armies, and also blocked the scenes of blood.

At first some people fled from the queue, and the retreating enemies were driven to retreat to the ground. The Aragonese formation gradually showed signs of collapse from being scattered.

The signs of disintegration became more and more obvious, especially when the flag team that was originally located in the center of the formation was found to be shaken. At that moment, even if it was far behind the line and knew nothing about commanding operations, Ferdinand suddenly realized that this The most critical moment of the battle has arrived.

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

As the soldiers gradually retreated, the Aragonese were shocked to discover that their flag had disappeared during the war!

The battle continues, but even the most optimistic people don’t think the Aragonese have a chance to recover from the defeat.

Ferdinand’s imperial battalion began to move, and a group of attendants hurriedly got into the carriage. After taking a look at the battlefield that had been completely desperate, Ferdinand patted the roof of the car with a green face. The carriage was protected by the guard. Drive along the bumpy road towards the lower reaches of the Ebro River.

Shortly after the king’s imperial camp left, the first defeated Aragonese troops came here.

After seeing the empty camp, thrown all over the ground with all kinds of discarded debris, the last hope in the hearts of the supporters of the Aragonese was shattered.

The Aragonese army began a major retreat.

Listening to the chasing and killing sounds of the Allied forces behind Cassie, the Aragonese army ran faster.

At this time, the sky has gradually dimmed, and the short daylight in late autumn has become the best helper of the Aragonese.

On the battlefield that was gradually shrouded in darkness, there were flickering and tranced figures everywhere, and the gunshots and fighting shouts that came from time to time sounded so close, but so far away.

Ferdinand's carriage was moving forward in the gradual darkness, and his attendant had quietly ordered to put away the king's flag. Although this was really detrimental to the king's dignity, safety was the most important thing at this time.

After all, everything can happen in the darkness where you can barely reach out your fingers and can cover up all evils, and sometimes you are even more terrifying and dangerous.

Not knowing how far it ran, the horse-drawn carriage that had been sprinting finally slowly slowed down. Under the guidance of the guards in front of the head, the team walked towards the direction of the city of Ghaal in the lower reaches of the Ebro River.

It is the last city on the south bank of the Ebro River to Zaragoza, and after passing by Gail, the road to Zaragoza is unimpeded.

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

The captain of the guard stared at the uninvited guests nervously, and when he realized that they didn't seem to be malicious, only after passing by in a hurry, the captain of the guard motioned to his men to hide the musket and crossbow that were about to be ignited.

In the night, people hurried past the team from time to time. Perhaps the coalition forces have stopped pursuing them one after another, and the Aragonese army that is retreating is not exhausted.

More and more retreating troops gathered around the team. Obviously, on such a night, people were more willing to gather together because of the instinctive fear of darkness.

A loud complaint passed into the carriage, and Ferdinand looked out through the window.

Everything is vague in the night, only countless figures are shaking in the fields.

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

In the entire wilderness, the stars nodded like the starry sky above. When the night breeze blows, the "starlight" in those fields will be disillusioned from time to time, and from time to time bright flashes of phantom-like phantom light.

This supposedly pleasant scene seemed to Ferdinand as a silent satire to him, and the vaguely audible curses and complaints made him feel as if he was being pierced by an invisible sharp blade. heart.

"Your Majesty, it's windy outside," the attendant who accompanied him carefully reminded him, trying to close the baffle on the window, but Ferdinand stopped him.

"You must hold Gael." Ferdinand said dullly. "You will rush back to Zaragoza overnight and ask them to mobilize all available forces to support Gael. You must not let that Gombray move forward. "

"But your Majesty, the rebellion in Valencia has not been calmed down. We may not have so many breakthrough troops to support Gahel." The attendant reminded carefully.

"Then mobilize Chen Fangjun in Zaragoza. UU reading www.uukánshu.com" Ferdinand said with some annoyance.

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

"But if the Gombre were to cut off contact with the outside world under the city of Zaragoza, then what we will lose may not be one Zaragoza, but the entire Aragon."

The guard looked at Ferdinand’s melancholy eyes in the dark in surprise. This was the first time Ferdinand admitted that someone would threaten his throne.

"Gahel, there will be the place where Gombray or I will be the winner."

Ferdinand cast his gaze to the front of the night, and his voice was low and full of loneliness.

"General, let our soldiers rest and enjoy today's victory," Alexander was saying to Gonzalo at this time. "Then wait until dawn and we continue on."

"Where is our goal?"

"Gahel!"