The town of Leo is a real town.

This small town of only a few hundred people sits on a hillside in the plain south of Seville.

The town stretches out in a trapezoidal shape along the hillside in the direction of the city of Seville.

From the top of the highest hill, you can see almost all the rooftops in the town.

There are two trails that lead from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, one of which leads to the plain in the direction of Seville and the other from the back of the mountain to a forest.

The location of Leo Town is not very precarious, at least because of the years of peace, a barracks on the top of the hill where soldiers were once stationed has been abandoned and has since become a meeting place for the people of the town.

The fortification was reactivated as the Andalusian nobles suddenly rebelled out of nothing.

Several soldiers stood on the bunkers of the camp and looked out into the plain below, and the faint sound of artillery from the direction of the city of Seville in the distance was unsettling.

The soldiers were secretly glad that they had been able to survive the ongoing battle in Leotown, and while some of them wanted to get ahead, most of them hoped to survive the battle in peace.

A soldier jumped on the fence to unbutton his pants, but he did it more because he saw a few young women passing by in the gap in the house below.

As soon as he unbuckled his belt, the man suddenly let out a strange cry, and he beckoned his companions to point to the distance on the plain below the mountain to show them, but before his companions could come, his cry became louder.

"Someone is coming, there is an army!"

The soldier shouted as he tugged at his belt, and before his companions could see it, he jumped off the wall, grabbed a trombone poked in the corner, and blew it with all his might.

The sound of the horn immediately startled the wild birds in the nest on the roof of the town, but because the birds in the nest kept screaming, a large number of birds kept circling over the town.

"Looks like we've been discovered," Kulash pulled his saber from the saddle beside him a little helplessly, rubbed the blade against his greasy, shiny sleeve, and slashed hard in the air, "Take this town!" ”

With his order, the soldiers, who had not been marching fast, began to run, and as Kulash gave the order again, many of them threw down all sorts of messes they had brought with them as they ran.

"Throw away all the useless bottles and jars, and if I see any unlucky man with a pot or spoon, I'm going to hang him upside down in the town until it rots."

Kulash yelled at the soldiers, and when he heard the clanging sound of several of the running soldiers, he waved his saber unceremoniously, slicing the straps of one of them's heavy-looking backpacks.

"If I see you dare to pick up those rags, the next cut will be your neck."

Kurash's warning had apparently worked, and despite their anger, the soldiers had no choice but to throw down the pieces they were carrying, and follow the group towards the distant hill.

"Listen, I don't know why the queen had to take that town, but you know what will happen if you don't finish your work before dark."

Kurash's words startled the soldiers, and some of them involuntarily looked behind them.

"The gunners who killed a thousand knives will target us, and if you don't want to be chased by the shells, take the town before the cannons arrive."

Kulash kept pushing his subordinates, and at the same time urging himself.

Kuraš had fought the Ottomans in bloody battles and had fought the Poles under Grand Duke Stefan of Moldova, and he considered himself a veteran with a wealth of war experience.

However, since he arrived in the army of the Queen of Naples, he realized that although the wars he had participated in before were just as brutal, compared to the way the Neapolitan army fought, it seemed to be a game.

He never imagined that one day he would have to charge forward with his soldiers following the cannonballs.

He remembered the shock he had felt when he first saw the Neapolitan army do so in Siena, and after joining the Neapolitan army, he was even more impressed by the queen's almost frantic way of fighting.

So now Kurash only hoped to take the town before the artillery came into firing positions, otherwise they might have to be driven forward by the shells, as he said.

However, Kulash was not unaware of the importance of the town of Leo, and before he set out, the queen had summoned him and explained to him how important it was to the upcoming battle of Seville.

The town of Leo is located on the plain south of the city, and the terrain is so high that it chokes the main road to the south, and if the Andalusian nobles want to retreat south, they must pass near the town of Leo.

Especially after the royal army had blocked the Guadaville River's passage to the Atlantic Ocean, the plains south of the city became a necessary route for Andalusian nobles to escape Seville.

In Alexander's vision, he did not want to wipe out the Andalusian nobles to the city of Seville, which was not a good idea, and if he wanted to end the Castilian problem completely in the next short time, rather than plunging Iberia into a long civil war, killing all the nobles was the worst option.

However, for the siege of Seville, the capture of the town of Leo was also crucial.

When Kulash sent back to report that the town of Leo had been captured, news of the king's army happened to be in the hands of Jisha.

The spring flood caused the Guadaville River to become so turbulent that it caused a lot of trouble for the boats moving on the river, but it was a rare opportunity for the royal army to storm the city of Seville.

Rushing past the fortress on the banks of the Seville without giving the defenders of Seville a respite, the royal army quickly found a tidal flat and landed successfully, and then the royal army was clever enough not to hold on to the spot, but turned around and attacked the defenders together with the troops who were besieging the fortress on the riverbank.

The battle ended unexpectedly smoothly, and before noon, the two forts on the banks of the Guadaville River had been lost, and the ships carrying the royal soldiers began to advance down the river towards the city of Seville.

"Gonzalo is really not very easy to deal with," Alexander handed the report to a frowning Josha, and Alexander smiled lightly at her unhappy expression, "but isn't that what we need?" ”

"But you yourself said that Gonzalo was not easy to deal with."

Vissa's gaze lingered between the city of Seville and the red line to the east of the city, where the main force of the king's army was marked, and then she tapped the red line with her baton.

"He's waiting for our reaction, he hasn't used the Model Army so far, and it's clearly going to be used against us at the end."

"It's normal, like you're thinking about using grenadiers against him." Alexander smiled disapprovingly.

Now this situation reminded him of similar histories that had happened in later generations, and he couldn't help but sigh that the only lesson that mankind has learned is that it has never learned from the lesson.

"But will the Catalans be able to hold off Gonzalo's attack?"

Josa was a little worried that if Gonzalo captured Seville, it would be very bad for the Sicilian army.

As the largest city in the south of the Iberian Peninsula, Seville is not only rich in its many years, but also in the heart of Andalusia, no less important than Milan and Lombardy.

The occupation of Seville would not only provide adequate supplies, but would also mean nominally occupying all of Andalusia.

"Now we must trust Tiego," Alexander whispered in his ear to comfort her, while his gaze quickly swept over the generals not far away, "You are the queen, and you are the commander, and if you appear to be unconfident at this time, it may affect the entire army." ”

"I know," Josa replied, her hands behind her clasped hard against Alexander, her face as calm as possible, "but we're in a decisive battle with Ferdinand, if we lose......"

"Don't think about that, it's going to distract you, and then you're going to lose your cool because you're nervous."

The slight pain in his fingers made Alexander feel the tension from Josha, and he couldn't help but wonder if he would have been able to take over the command of the army if he had accepted Josha's suggestion to take over the command of the army, so that she would not be able to bear the pressure of this immense pressure.

But he immediately shook off the idea.

In the current situation, it was unrealistic for him to take direct command of the Sicilian army, and they might have lost before the war began.

"Listen, you are the queen of unified Sicily, and the future monarch of Aragon, and you may rule an empire in the future, everything now is just a test for you, calm down, and think more about how you commanded in Siena and San Gimignano before."

Originally a little short of breath, she gasped slowly, her chest gradually calmed down, because the nervous and depressed look slowly returned to nature.

"I'm sorry brother, I'm scared," Tsusha whispered, "You said that a strategic battle is a gamble on the fate of all of us, and I think I was really scared before." ”

"We are all afraid," Alexander secretly shook Josha's hand, "but this gamble is a must, you have to believe me, believe in yourself, you are my sister, and you are different from any woman, your wisdom and bravery cannot be compared even to men, and they are the army you have created, the most powerful armed force in the world today." ”

"No, you're wrong," Tsusha smiled mischievously, "they are indeed the most powerful, but they are your army, and I will personally lead them to establish your Alexander Empire." ”

Looking at Josha's face, which gradually regained self-confidence, Alexander's heart finally relaxed.

In fact, he would have come to Andalusia precisely because he was worried about Josa.

Despite having already experienced the war in Sicily, Alexandria, Alexander, knew that she was only a young girl after all.

She may have extraordinary talent than girls of her age, but she is undoubtedly under pressure that most of her peers can't imagine.

Even Isabella did not have the experience of being on the battlefield herself, let alone commanding a strategic decisive battle that could determine the fate of all of Europe for decades, if not centuries in the future.

If it were any one person, it would not be better than Jisha at this time.

Even Alexander had deep doubts that if he was now in command of this decisive battle, would he be able to perform better than Josha?

So when Kulash's men happened to send a report of the capture of the town, Alexander couldn't help but blurt out because of this timely good news: "Kulash can exchange this good news for Count Leo." ”

Unaware that the Duke had made a wish, Kurash did not stop after capturing the town of Leo, and quickly sent scouts to the plains, while beginning to speculate which of the Andalusian nobles would be the first unlucky to fall into the net.

The cannon fire in the direction of Seville became more intense, and Kurash rubbed his saber against the stone wall of the barracks.

In fact, he didn't use this knife at all during the attack on Leo Town, but Kulash knew that it might be useful soon after.

Gonzalo was also closely watching the movements of the Sicilian army, and when his men reported to him that the forward troops had captured the riverside fortress on the outskirts of the city, Gonzalo only casually responded.

All his attention was on the Sicilians, especially the grenadier regiment, which was said to have been commanded by the Queen of Sicily herself, which aroused Gonzalo's great interest.

"I heard that the queen trusted her grenadiers so much that she even gave them the title of royal family," said one of the generals next to her, "and I heard that they had defeated Caesar Borgia on the outskirts of Rome." ”

Gonzalo only smiled at his subordinates, he never regarded Alexander VI, the bastard son who seemed to him to be ineffective, as he had never regarded the Pope himself.

And Alexander is different.

"It's a pity that it's not the Roman army of Combrai that will be fighting me," Gonzalo said to his generals, "believe me, if it were his army, you might have to face a real test, but the Sicilians were not bad, at least they defeated the French." ”

Speaking of this, he added: "And those Aragonese." ”

There was a burst of laughter, and the Castilians, who had never spared any sarcasm of the Aragonese, were amused by the humor of their general, but watching Gonzalo's increasingly serious look, they also realized that he was serious.

"Don't underestimate the enemy generals, we have an army with rich combat experience in front of us, don't take it lightly because they obey a woman's orders, you must know that there is more than one general who has been defeated by that woman."

"Yes, sir."

Listening to the solemn response of his generals, Gonzalo nodded with satisfaction.

Gonzalo Córdoba was indeed a very arrogant man, but he was never arrogant.

On the contrary, on the battlefield, he does not despise any opponent, let alone the person opposite, who he thought a few years ago that he might one day compete with on the battlefield.

A group of royal soldiers advanced through the corpse-strewn streets.

The spears in the hands of the soldiers at the forefront peeked out from between the gaps in the shields erected by their companions, and the sun shone on the sharp spear tips with a blinding glow from time to time.

They stumbled under the feet of the corpses of the rebels who had not had time to escape and were shot, which forced them to slow down and regroup.

Although not a model army trained by Gonzalo himself, this royal army that only fought in the south was undoubtedly the elite of the Castilian army.

Compared to their counterparts, these armies were more disciplined, braver, and more resilient.

Therefore, after a little contact with these Wang troops who had just landed on the shore, the rebels who had the advantage of strength retreated one after another, giving these forwards, who were actually lone in the depths, a rare respite.

"Those cowards are gathering in front, what are they going to do, and are they still fighting us?"

A captain of the royal army shouted as he asked one of his men to come to the front to see what the rebels were doing at the end of the street that seemed to be pushing and shoving, but not attacking.

Soon, the soldier hurried back, his face full of excitement: "They seem to have a river behind them, I think it must be the Guadaville." ”

"Oh, they're out of luck then," the squad leader waved his sword into the air, "since God has arranged for them to die here, we'll help them go to hell." ”

This cry became the signal for the beginning of a massacre, and the feet of the soldiers of the Wang army gradually accelerated, rapid breathing, sweat like rain, and at this moment they just wanted to find an outlet for catharsis.

The enemy in the distance seemed to be in a commotion at the sight of the king's soldiers, and they crowded together, trying to point their weapons at the approaching enemy.

It's just that no matter how you look at it, it looks frightened and has no intention of fighting.

"Ready!"

The squad leader swept the sword in his hand and ordered loudly.

The streets were so narrow that the spearmen in the front row could only stab at the two or three people they saw, without making a big move.

Someone vaguely saw the muzzles of what seemed to be several black holes sticking out of the enemy, which caused a little uneasiness, but the few shields erected in front of them in time relieved them slightly.

He was so close that he could see the terrified faces of the enemy on the other side.

At the same time, he could faintly see the wide surface of the river behind the enemy.

However, to his surprise, there seemed to be a bridge behind the pair of enemies.

"Attack!"

By this time, the squad leader had no time to think about why the enemy did not flee the bridge, and a command shouted from his mouth, and he first strode towards the enemy.

Some of the rebels let out a cry of despair and fear, which made the royal army shout of victory in the shouts of victory before they could rush in front of them.

Then they heard shouts of slaughter with a distinctly Catalan accent, the sound of muskets, and the terrifying-sounding roar of close-range artillery that could only be so powerful when fired at close range.