Vol 7 Chapter 321: The new era is here

The "First Rangers of Castile" is fighting.
Uomoto took the "limited edition" musket cautiously and approached a cut-off wall. At this distance, he was actually safe. The continuous rain and wet weather made the bowstring of the crossbow loose and weak, and the musket was also because of gunpowder. Moisture cannot be used, so even if someone finds his trail, it is not easy to threaten him at such a distance.
Uomoto is to prevent him from being seen, the target he fancy will hide.
Although it is still messy, some people in the Aragonese army have noticed that some soldiers in the coalition army are very accurate. Their marksmanship is much better than ordinary soldiers, and they cause more harm.
Uomoto leaned against the wet broken wall, took out the tightly wrapped medicine bag from the leather bag hung on his belt, bit it open with his mouth, poured the gunpowder inside into the medicine pool, and then took it out of another bag A new flint replaced the old stone that had worn out. ,
Then the Musketeer kissed the cold barrel of the gun, turned and crouched on the gap in the broken wall, looking for the enemy opposite.
Uomoto is very patient. He has not been affected by the shouts that he thinks of from time to time. As for the scenes of fighting with the enemy with his spear, for the current "First Rangers of Castile", It seems to be a little far away.
Although it has only been a few days, these selected soldiers have become more or less accustomed to different fighting methods from the past. The important thing is that for them it is like a hunter-like game, which is completely beyond their past. The special methods of the battles they have participated in have given these soldiers unprecedented "fun".
It was almost dark that afternoon when the gap in the city wall was bombarded by heavy artillery, so Gonzalo had to temporarily stop the attack after launching a fierce attack.
But he still let the troops approach the gap as much as possible, trying to prevent the Aragonese from re-strengthening the wall in the dark.
So the mission of the "First Rangers of Castile" came.
Uomoto led his men to start a harassment war very close to the gap. As long as the Aragonese were trying to get close to the gap, they kept firing violently there.
However, because the size of the first guerrilla regiment was too small, Alexander deliberately ordered Uomoto to choose his own musketeers to enrich his small flag team.
But the purpose now is very simple, that is, the constant harassment prevents the workers of God from strengthening the wall smoothly in order to prepare for the decisive battle on the second day.
For the attack that had to be stopped because of darkness, Gonzalo was very unwilling.
He was worried that Ferdinand might take advantage of this night to escape Gail, but Alexander thought that Ferdinand would not do so.
"Ferdinand can't bear the siege of Zaragoza. He must let everyone see that his capital is impregnable. Only in this way can he continue his rebellion against Valencia, otherwise he will worry that the nobles will no longer listen. "His command," Alexander analyzed to Gonzalo. "The other thing is that he believes that Zaragoza's reinforcements will arrive in time. It would be too embarrassing for him to escape from Ghaal at this time."
"What about Zaragoza's reinforcements?" This is actually what Gonzalo is worried about. Alexander once told him not to worry about Zaragoza. Although this made him think that the regent should be dependent on it, it only takes one day. Without taking Gail, he would not be able to completely relax for one day.
"Believe me, everything will be fruitful tomorrow." Alexander promised his general.
In the city, he had moved his residence to Ferdinand not far from the dock, and he slept very restlessly that night.
His guard watched vigilantly the movement in the direction of the city wall all night. Several boats were ready on the dock, and once the situation was wrong, they would immediately send the king to the other side of the river.
Another reason why Ferdinand did not sleep well this night was that he suddenly thought of the past many years ago inexplicably.
Ferdinand has gone through too many things from the high spirits of adulthood to the cunning and old-fashioned in power for many years.
The combination with Isabella was once regarded by him as the most brilliant highlight on his path of power. At that time, he even faintly saw himself wearing the crown of Castile.
And even though he didn't get his wish, he still ruled the country side by side with Isabella for these years, he still did a lot of proud things.
But somehow, he suddenly fell into his current situation, and the roaring cannons during the day outside the city seemed to remind him at all times that how close he was to the crown of Castile back then is how far he is now.
A close attendant walked in and saw the king leaning against the bed in a daze. He picked up the jug from the cabinet and filled the empty cup.
"What are they doing?" Seeing the confusion on the face of the attendant, Ferdinand then asked, "I mean the enemy outside the city, you know?"
"It is said that some Castilian soldiers are shooting non-stop outside," the attendant reported helplessly. "As long as our people are close to the gap, they will shoot. They are preventing our people from strengthening the wall."
Ferdinand nodded silently, took a sip from the cup.
Somehow, he felt that today's wine tasted very bitter.
"Your Majesty, you should go to the other side of the river," the attendant once again persuaded Ferdinand. "This will not detract from your honor. You are a king or a general, let alone a knight. It is enough for you to win in the end, isn't it?"
"It's a pity, Juan, not everyone thinks like you," Ferdinand grinned bitterly. "Believe it, as soon as the news of me crossing the river spreads, the generals will have the idea of ​​retreating from Gahel. At that time, reinforcements arrived and everything was of no avail."
"But your Majesty, can the reinforcements arrive in time?"
Ferdinand paused for a while with the cup in his hand. He quickly thought about the road and distance from Zaragoza to Ghaal, and then nodded confidently: "Trust me, at most tomorrow will help. You can get there, it’s actually a bit late."
Ferdinand said that he looked at the dim night sky outside the window and shrugged helplessly. He knew that it was impossible for the army to march at night, so even if the reinforcements are not far away from Gail at this time, they still have to come after dawn. To arrive.
"As long as you hold on for the last half-day, everything will change." Ferdinand said to his attendant, this is comforting the other party, and it seems to be comforting himself.
When the sky was getting bright, the early morning mist made the walls of Gail in the distance look like a castle in the fairyland of mythology. This somewhat concealed the cruelty of the ruined walls after the cruel battle, but the shadows quickly emerged from the mist. Destroyed this temporary silence.
The coalition soldiers were sloppy and tired, and many of them looked weak at their feet.
The unsuccessful siege of the city for several consecutive days has had some impact on the morale of the coalition forces. Many people are beginning to worry that Gahir may be the end of the previous good luck. If so, there may be a long battle to be fought next.
The behemoth in front looked like a monster crouching on the ground. Seeing the artillery, the soldiers' mood became slightly better.
No one spoke, took a deep breath and exhaled a white breath. Some soldiers stomped lightly at their feet, holding their spears and rubbing their hands. The officers in the distance had begun to give orders, and the front team slowly approached the wall. , Led by their respective team officers in the rear into their respective positions.
Some shaking figures faintly appeared on the wall, and the Aragonese looked at the enemy below indifferently.
They have been given orders. Although the king said that if he insisted on it for a long time, he could wait until the reinforcements no longer sound so trustworthy, but the Aragonese still didn't want the Castilians to win easily.
The brief confrontation between the two sides made the atmosphere on the battlefield extremely heavy. Even ordinary soldiers realized that this was probably a crucial battle at this time.
Everyone became nervous. After all, it was those veterans who had taken life and death into consideration for so many battles. At this time, they felt their throats tighten, and they couldn't help but clenched their weapons because of tension.
The silhouette of the artillery slowly became clear in the mist. Even though the Aragonese soldiers were so far away, they could still see the eerie and huge muzzle. The terrifying live ammunition ejected from there impressed them before the destruction of the city wall. Profound, now this artillery is about to roar again.
Alexander and Gonzalo rode slowly to a place with a wide field of vision not far in front of the team. From here, you can clearly see the crumbling city wall.
The messenger looked at Gonzalo, but this time the general of Castile turned to Alexander to ask for instructions.
"Sure."
Alexander said softly, watching Gonzalo begin to deliver orders in an orderly manner, his gaze cast on the city wall.
The loud noise of artillery shooting sounded in Ghawell almost at the same time as the hooves of a man hurriedly entering the city.
The man was frightened by the terrible gunfire outside the city, but he desperately asked people about the whereabouts of the king, and at the same time kept shouting that he was a messenger from Zaragoza.
In this way, many soldiers immediately became enthusiastic. They gathered around and asked this man if the reinforcements for Zaragoza had arrived? Did this person come in advance to deliver the news?
The man didn't want to answer at all. After knowing the whereabouts of the king, he immediately rushed the horse to the king's residence on the bank of the river. He was so hurried that the guard almost shot the king's entourage because he did not stop him.
The man rushed forward lifelessly. When he fell from the horse, he struggled to get up as soon as he landed. With the help of the two guards, he hurriedly came to Feidi who heard the sound. South front.
"Have reinforcements come, where are they now?!"
Ferdinand finally no longer restrained, he grabbed the other person's collar and asked eagerly without waiting for the person to speak.
"Your Majesty has no reinforcements," an embarrassed attendant said panicked. "The archbishop said that he would defend Zaragoza, and he had declared that he would not be an enemy of the Pope, so he ordered the recall of the army to counter the rebellion in Valencia."
Ferdinand froze for a moment. He didn't seem to understand the man's words, so he asked again. When finally determined that he had not misheard, Ferdinand froze and turned and looked in the direction of Zaragoza.
"He betrayed me?" The tone of his sentence was not so much a questioning as it was more inexplicable, so that he continued to say "He betrayed me, but why is this? I trust him so much." , Why should he betray me?!"
Ferdinand’s voice was getting louder and louder. Later, the muscles on his face trembled and his body was trembling. He frightened the people around him like this. The attendants hurriedly helped him to walk into the house, but immediately Some were startled by the violent gunfire outside the city.
"We have to get out of here," a close attendant suddenly lowered his voice to the others. "Send Your Majesty to the other side of the river while no one knows about it. It will be bad if it is too late."
A group of attendants suddenly realized that they could not take care of obtaining Ferdinand’s permission and began to rush to pack things, and at this moment, it seemed that Ferdinand who suddenly woke up was a little excited and asked the man: "Where is my grandson? With Eleanor, how are they doing now?"
"Your Majesty, the prince and the princess are all very well. The archbishop has always placed them in the palace," the man stopped here, "at least they were safe when I left."
"My God," Ferdinand murmured, "I actually handed them over to a traitor, a conspirator and murderer, and they would die because of it."
"Your Majesty, please don't worry too much. Those who dare not murder the prince, now you are more important."
The waiter persuaded him to gesticulate to the people next to him, and soon a few soldiers hurried over, and before he could react, someone had put a dirty cloak on Ferdinand’s body. , And then these people were almost forced, dragging him towards the trail leading to the dock behind the house.
The boatmen waiting by the river were already a little impatient at this time. They didn't know who was going to cross the river, but someone had already given them a lot of money for the boat the night before, but listening to the rumbling cannons, the boatmen He was hesitating whether to leave immediately.
Seeing those rushing in, the boatmen shouted loudly. After they got on the boat in a hurry, the wooden boat pulled away from the river bank and swung along the slightly turbulent Ebro River towards the opposite bank downstream.
One after another, the roar of artillery came from large to small. It was the sound of the siege artillery and a few reusable field artillery firing at the same time. Among them, a few sounds that seemed to be coming from farther away were also faintly heard. The roar, it was the few artillery of the Aragonese army fighting back.
Ferdinand looked at the turbulent river flowing by his side, his eyes were a little dull, and then he had time to think about what happened.
But the result is that he is still a mess.
He doesn't understand why the Archbishop of Zarago betrayed him. Isn't the existence of Alexander VI just threatening the authority of the Archbishop?
In this case, why did the archbishop show his support, even his allegiance to Alexander VI?
Ferdinand couldn't understand what went wrong in this one, but he knew that his destiny had changed drastically at this time.
The moment the city wall was bombed, Gonzalo was obviously relieved, and the Zaragoza reinforcements he was still worried about did not appear until the last moment, which made him both gratified and faintly concealed with some strange guesses in his heart.
But he cleverly did not ask Alexander to verify these conjectures, but buried those questions deeply in his heart.
The coalition forces began to attack the city of Gail. In fact, by this time everyone knew that the victory or defeat of the siege was divided, or the moment they saw the huge siege artillery, both sides already knew about it. The end of the battle.
Alexander saw the banner of the "First Rangers of Castile". At this time, Uomoto was sitting with his men in several packed supply carts eating.
Seeing Alexander, these soldiers stood up and bowed.
"I heard that you are going to serve in the Sicilian army," Alexander on the horse looked down at Uomoto. "Have you changed your mind now?"
"His Royal Highness, I..." Uomoto didn't know how to answer for a while, and could only shrug his shoulders to express his confusion.
"Consider my suggestion. Maybe you can't be the commander of the Rangers, but I promise you will become a legend if you continue to stay."
After saying that Alexander made a "ha", his legs clamped the horse's belly hard, and the horse sprinted forward.
Uomoto looked blankly at the back of Alexander, who was surrounded by the guards and left, and even the few new companions next to him were surprised and enviously asking, "God, is the Prince Regent talking to you? ?" Did not notice.
There was a fierce fighting in the city, and the Aragonese army was still stubbornly resisting, which made Alexander somewhat helpless, but he was also relieved.
An army with a firm character and unwilling to surrender is a guarantee for the monarch to feel safe. Although this army does not belong to him now, he is still very happy to see that the Aragonese did not raise their hands so quickly to surrender.
It's just that he doesn't want this killing to continue, because it is "his" loss after all.
Zaragoza’s reinforcements did not appear, which let Alexander know that his huge plan has not only been fully launched, but also has received obvious results.
This plan started four years ago when he sent Thiago to Iberia, and even earlier, when he was in Rome with Gonzalo and Kotschacher, who was then the imperial palace. The plan was already in the making at the party.
Four years are fleeting. Although there are frustrations, the overall situation is smooth.
The point is that no one would ever think that in Italy, a young man who was just a little lord was brewing a huge plan.
This plan took almost all the powerful countries on the contemporary European continent into consideration, and as the situation continued to change, this plan included even the Ottoman Empire as far as the East.
Probably the only thing that surprised Alexander was his women.
Sophia, Barendi, and Lucrezia, these beloved women not only made him feel their different love, but also gave him even more unexpected help.
As for Ruosha's pregnancy, it seems to have complicated things, but now it does not seem to be a bad thing.
An unusually violent rushing sound came from the city, which awakened Alexander, who was thinking about it. He looked aside, and immediately a chasing guard rushed to the front. After a long time, the soldier ran back.
"Master, there seems to be a group of Aragonese trying to break through," the Balkans laughed and even said with a little gloat. "Then they were completely surrounded, as if they had been blocked in a house."
Alexander nodded. He realized that it was not the time to think about the mess, and the battle continued, so the contest between her and Ferdinand was not over yet.
"But it's coming soon," Alexander whispered to himself. He looked at the smoke-filled city and ordered the messenger to the side, "Go and tell General Gonzalo that he can start surrendering to the Aragonese."
The messenger who seemed to have been waiting for this order immediately rushed away.
At this point in the battle, Gonzalo's mission has almost been completed, and the next "performance" will be continued by Alexander.
There were still fierce fighting sounds from time to time in the city of Gail, but the sound was significantly smaller.
The resistance of the Aragonese gradually collapsed as the coalition forces announced their pardons. Finally, as some Aragonese generals responded, the Aragonese army began to lay down their weapons.
Alexander listened with satisfaction to the gradual calming down of the city. He was not in a hurry for people to find Ferdinand. He believed that his enemy should no longer be in the city at this time.
Gonzalo sent someone to ask when he would enter the city. UU read www.uukanshu.com, Alexander thought for a while, and then decided to give the honor to his general.
"The real important thing in the capture of Gail is not conquest, but a symbol." Alexander wrote in a letter to Rusha, "We all know what this means, and then I will really face the Aragonese King, so pray for me, dear sister, good luck to me."
On October 23, 1502, the Allied forces of Cassie captured the city of Gawell after several days of siege.
Then the next day, on October 24, the regent of Castile entered the city of Gahel under the greet of Gonzalo, commander of the coalition forces.
On the first day, in Madrid, Uliu hurriedly bid farewell to Alexander VI and rushed to Aragon.
This time he took not only the letter from the Pope to Alexander, but also several other letters to the Archbishop of Zarago and the Bishop of Valencia.
But these are still second, in addition to these tasks of sending letters, the imperial prefect has a more important task, that is the most important.
He will act as Alexandria's personal negotiator and will conduct direct formal negotiations with Ferdinand for the first time.