Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

War is the fiercest and final form of any political act. This has been ruined by countless people many years later.

Then some people made this statement simple and clear, all truth is only within the range of the cannon.

There is a simpler and simpler saying: the one with the biggest fist is the man.

But whether it is the political continuation of the tall university or fist theory, Alexander is not so completely in agreement.

Although power determines everything is the basic criterion in this world, some things may not be solved by power alone.

Looking at the auxiliary bishop kneeling in front of Alexander VI, Alexander thought about this very serious question silently.

He will suddenly think of these serious topics that are close to philosophy at this time, because the pope is arranging the auxiliary bishop clearly.

"You have blinded your eyes with greed, God will guide the lost lamb, but will not forgive the betrayal, so you have to ask yourself whether you are a tempted lamb or a follower of Satan, remember everything is in God There is no way to hide in front."

The pope's tone was not harsh, even with a persuasive persuasion, but it was clear that the assisting bishop had failed the pope's good intentions, which was evident from his panic and trembling.

"Your Majesty, I need to confess," the assistant bishop argued desperately. He seemed to feel that he could rescue him, so he was lying on the ground and holding some dirty robe of Alexander VI. He couldn't stop kissing. "I would like to listen to you all 'S command, I am willing to be your slave."

Alexander noticed that the corner of the mouth of the old man shivered slightly, and only those who knew him well would know that he was smiling at this time.

"Your piety really touched me, but it is up to you to decide whether you can be forgiven by God."

The pope's voice remained as usual, he even stingy to reach out and touch the person kneeling in front of his eyes, so he only looked down at the back of the assistant bishop's head.

But this sentence was enough to make the assistant bishop’s already scared, muddled brain suddenly become smart. He looked up at the tall pope and said carefully: "Your Majesty, I am willing to show all my property. , And my territory."

If it were before, Alexander VI would very generously accept this gift.

Now he just shook his head slightly, watching the assistant bishop's expression look cold.

"What you want is God's forgiveness, not mine, so you should think about how to do it. If you don't understand, only a fair trial is waiting for you."

The assistant bishop looked at the pope in a daze. He had long heard of the greed of the pope's lord, and originally thought that everything he gave should have a chance, but now it seems that this is not the case.

He turned back involuntarily and glanced at Alexander standing behind, and then he suddenly realized that he had indeed made a mistake.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to declare the identity of Prince Castilla, Duke of Thesia, as the auxiliary bishop of Andalusia."

The assistant bishop, who suddenly became smart, said hurriedly that the diligent look could not help making people feel that if they opposed the Duke, he would jump first and who was anxious.

"Bishop, did you make this decision because of your present situation?" Alexander VI seemed unimpressed. "It's easy to know that your present situation is suspected of being coerced, so that your words may be considered in Compelled to compromise in desperation."

"Your Majesty, I am sincere," the auxiliary bishop quickly defended his sincerity. "It is God’s will that made me see everything. Yes, this is God’s revelation. I swear that there is nothing more sacred than this revelation. Yes."

The Pope looked at the auxiliary bishop with a scrutiny, and then nodded as if to understand clearly: "This is good, I am pleased with your piety. This is indeed a commendable decision. Let me bless you my child. ."

The assistant bishop immediately knelt respectfully, his hands together silently chanting something in the mouth of the pope.

For a while, it seemed that some of them were really inspired by God.

Alexander stood by and watched the scene.

Looking at the assistant bishop's panic from the beginning to the enlightenment afterwards, and then his face gradually showed a twisted look because of the excitement, Alexander can only lament that in this era, sometimes it is really not only fists that can solve the problem.

The Archbishop of Andalusia has been missing since the beginning of the rebellion. There is still no news, and it is estimated that it is already a lot of evil.

And now it seems that no one really cares about the whereabouts of the archbishop.

At least the assistant bishop doesn't care, so Alexander will let James stay with Seville and seize him to his side.

I just watched the auxiliary bishop who had stood up and respectfully listened to the Pope’s instructions, and from time to time his face was radiant. Although this result was arranged by himself, Alexander still had a kind of want to slap him to the ground. Stepped on another foot, making him impulsive forever.

Shear hurriedly ran, his face anxious, stopped standing far away and pulled off the hat on his head and bowed to the master.

"what happened?"

Alexander walked past and asked slightly strangely.

"Master, that Don Bavi, he is dead."

Shell’s words left Alexander amazed. He had already thought that Don Bavi would not let himself fall into the hands of Gonzalo, not only because of his pride, but more of what he did was doomed to not get pardon.

So instead of being the capital of others to show off their merits before being died, or being sent to Ferdinand to be humiliated, and eventually being hanged or even humiliated, it is better to be like Buhalan who is always proud of himself. The survivors died in honor.

It's just that Alexander didn't think that things would be so fast, and he thought that coming to Don Bavi should not be so easy to admit.

How could it be so easy for this person to give up together so long?

"What about that Sister Alft?" Alexander suddenly remembered the woman.

"I haven’t heard that the messengers only said that the Castilians intercepted Don Bavi’s team, but the knights of Don Bavi were really brave. They rushed towards the enemy under the Duke’s banner, as if Just to tell the enemy that they are there."

Shelman admired to Alexander the story of the Duke's men until Alexander was suddenly interrupted by raising his hand.

"Don Bavey's people charged under Buhalanse's flag?"

"Yes lord!"

"They rushed directly into Wang Jun's team?"

"Yes, lord."

"Then they all died there?"

"Yes...Master?"

Watching Sher gradually change from agitated to suspicious, Alexander's own expression gradually dimmed.

"Master, don't you think the Duke is not dead?"

Schell tentatively asked, he didn't think he could think of so many things in his mind.

"No, there are too many people who know Don Bavey, unless he also likes to train Shadow Knights."

Seeing Schell's face blank, Alexander waved his hand at random: "You don't need to know this."

"Oh." Sher nodded honestly.

If Don Bawei is not known, Alexander may think that he did this to protect his dignity at the last moment.

But because he was so familiar with the duke, Alexander did not believe that Don Bavi would be stupid to that point.

Perhaps he will choose to die with dignity at the last moment of no retreat, but as long as there is a line of life, this person will not lose his life for the illusory honor.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have planned for so long, just to wait for that Alfred to take the throne.

So why is he doing this?

Alexander couldn't help frowning, he thought carefully about Don Bavey's behavior, and for a moment he felt as if he had grasped the key, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"Isn't that Sister Alft?"

He asked softly again, and saw that Sher, who was standing aside, just shook his head silently, his brows gradually condensing together.

In Don Bavey’s rebellion, Sister Alft was the key to everything.

Her existence determines the legality of Don Bavey’s rebellion. Although it seems worthwhile to refute, as long as he has the blood descendants of the Astamala family in hand, it is enough to make him invincible. Too.

Did Don Bavi hide the woman again?

This thought lingered in Alexander's heart, but for a time it was not certain.

For Don Bavi, Sister Alft was the trump card in his hand, but that at least had to keep him alive.

If he gave his life, this **** that he cultivated painstakingly would most likely fall into the hands of others.

So, why did Don Bavey use that fierce way to protect Sister Alft?

Alexander has determined that Tang Bawei's fanfare is to attract Wang Jun.

After all, for Castile, he is the biggest rebel leader.

No matter if he escaped or died in battle, he can firmly attract Gonzalo and his army.

Then this is enough to give some people the opportunity to escape.

And it seemed that only Sister Alft could make Don Bavey pay such a price.

It's just that he would make such a sacrifice for that woman?

Alexander expressed deep suspicion.

There must be some reason, a reason enough for Don Bavey to protect the woman without sacrificing himself, so that he can make such a fierce move.

Alexander has a feeling that what Don Bavey’s actions may cause in the future.

It's just that they don't care about it now.

It is conceivable that with the death of Don Bavi and the fall of the Doge’s Palace, the battle in the north of Seville has gradually come to an end.

At this time probably Gonzalo had also noticed that he was facing a very troublesome situation.

In addition to the model army in hand, there are obviously not many troops that Gonzalo can mobilize.

But the Sicilian army can quickly invest in fighting against the Castilians, but at least a lot more than the model army.

2500 to 1800.

Model Army vs. Grenadier Regiment.

In addition to the elite troops that are not very different in strength, Gonzalo can now mobilize much less than Rosa.

A horn sounded from the front of the barracks, and successive horns passed to the distance.

Alexander saw several officers rushing towards the king's tent in a hurry. At the same time, he also saw some artillery who originally followed the company dragged their artillery and hung the piggyback rack.

Alexander hurriedly said goodbye to the Pope, who was still teaching the auxiliary bishop, and followed the officers to the king's account.

When he came outside the king's tent, he was hearing Ruosha's voice coming from inside.

"My generals, please remember that any battle is cruel. The war determines the fate of each of us, so I want you to invest in every soldier. Any army that still does nothing after the battle is stupid."

"But your majesty, if that happens we may not have enough reserves."

A young voice that sounded familiar was reminded from the side.

Alexander walked into the tent and saw a young man in the military uniform of the staff standing next to Rusha.

"The reserve team is a must. I believe even a company officer will try to leave a little strength in his hand as a guarantee," Alexander glanced at the staff servant, who recognized the young man as Omo. "But if one After a battle, an officer still has soldiers who are not in combat. That only shows that being a commander is unqualified."

Alexander's words made Ruosha smile, and she knew that her brother would definitely support her, because she used the theory in the book "The Generals" written by Alexander.

"I remind you again that we are going to fight Gonzalo," Ruosha's eyes shone, and she was not so excited even when fighting the French King Louis in Siena. "This battle will be decided. It is the fate of several kingdoms, maybe even the fate of Europa."

Ruosha's words made the Sicilian officers breathe quickly. They looked at each other, and they saw the same excitement, tension, and faint fear in the eyes of others.

"The Castilian army may regroup after dark," Omar warned with a little concern.

"This is inevitable. Gonzalo should have discovered our intentions, but things may not be as he wished," Ruosha said, picking up the baton and drawing a long line along the Guadalville River on the map. Straight line "Once any army is deployed, it will be difficult to gather it back quickly, as will the Castilians, they are too scattered."

"But we can't attack at night, then they will remobilize the army overnight."

Omo still has a dignified look. He has not been discouraged because he was refuted by the duke and sibling at the same time. On the contrary, he still seems to want to prove himself.

Looking at the servant chief of staff, according to reason, Alexander was not annoyed that Omo always retorted. He felt that this young man was very similar to Aufrei, and even some places were more suitable as staff.

After all, Aufrei is sometimes too accustomed to follow orders and lacks opinion.

"If you are just on the battlefield, your concerns are still right, but this is in the city, in Seville. For the Castilians, seizing Seville means the rebellion subsides, so no matter Is it Gonzalo or no one will easily give up those places that have been occupied."

Alexander said with a smile on his face. He knew that his reason sounded a bit too taken for granted. If he really made a plan according to this, it would be even more risky.

Even he knew that Gonzalo must have been aware of this problem, but even so, he would still not give up those places that had been occupied.

This is not Gonzalo's problem, but he must do it.

As a testimony to quelling the rebellion, the occupation of the north of Seville is a sign of the victory of the Castilian army.

If the north of the city was occupied by Sicilian troops, even if the Sicilian flag was erected briefly in a small area, it would be intolerable to the Castilians.

Therefore, they must firmly control the city opposite the Guadalville River in their hands.

This is undoubtedly a helpless decision, but Gonzalo Cordova must do so.

Even centuries later, decisions that had to be compromised on the battlefield for reasons outside the battlefield still abound.

It is always political rather than purely military issues that determines war.

Ferdinand may tolerate Gonzalo's arrogance and arrogance and arrogance, but he must not tolerate his willingness to give up the places he has occupied.

Even if it is only a short time.

Because it is related to his reign as Castilian and King of Aragon, and the rule of this land with another monarch who is also the Astamala family.

Listening to Alexander's analysis and watching her brother's Ruosha smile, she thinks that her brother at this time is the most charming.

Maybe at other times he was either gentle, unrestrained, or a little bad, but in front of the map, behind the desk, or on the battlefield, he always made Ruo Sha's favorite.

"So let's see how many enemies we have to face." Ruo Sha tapped the baton on the map.

"The Castilian's strength is about 6000," Omo immediately reported in time. "In addition to the model army, Wang Jun's strength is about 3500, but..."

"But now they obviously cannot mobilize so many troops."

An officer went on with excitement and said that although Gonzalo still had great vigilance, with the analysis of the Queen's siblings, the Sicilian officers gradually gained confidence.

"So how many troops can they gather together?"

Another officer also questioned him. He looked at Omo. Seeing that the attendant staff seemed unable to give an accurate number for a time, he looked at Alexander involuntarily. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

But it was Rusha who answered him.

"If he wants to guard the entire north bank of the Guadalville River, and also wants to destroy the rebel nobles who are trying to escape, then at least one regiment might be necessary."

"How many people are there?"

An officer whispered to his companion.

"If there is no wrong guess, he needs 1,000 to 1500 people to complete this task." Alexander said, looking towards Luo Sha.

He met a pair of eyes that were also looking at him.

"That is to say, Gonzalo can fight us with a force of about 5000 or less," Ruo Sha's eyes remained on Alexander's face, and her voice gradually became heated. "Prepare my generals, Let us meet the battle that determines the destiny of all people!"

"Long live the queen!"

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