The Sun Never Sets In Spain

Everyone was tense, and there was only the sound of horseshoes and the rustling of leaves in the huge forest.

"It's too quiet, it's too quiet..." Pablo, who was walking on the outside, couldn't bear the tension. He couldn't help but proposed: "Let's go back first. Bring more people and let the big troops. be prepared."

Lucio was already sweating at this time. After listening to his proposal, he hesitated: "Well, although the enemy is not seen, there must be a problem here. The safety of His Highness Alfonso is the top priority... "

Alfonso's attention was not on their conversation. With his superhuman vision, he felt something gleaming two or three hundred meters away from just now, and now it's a little closer to confirm that it is the luster of metal! It's the barrel!

"There's an enemy in the northeast! Get out!" He yelled frantically, took out his revolver and fired two shots at that side, "Boom! Boom!"

Of course he couldn't hit such a long distance, but his original intention was to warn the enemy and remind the scouts.

"Retreat! Retreat! Don't use the rifle!" Lucio hurriedly followed Alfonso's words and commanded loudly.

Everyone reacted swiftly. After all, it was a professional army trained every day. Although it came from the corrupt Spanish royal court, it was also regarded as the elite of the elite in this era.

The Spanish specialty Andalusian horses have a quick temperament and cooperate with the equestrian skills of the guards. In just 10 seconds, the whole team turned around.

Everyone is fighting for survival, but the ambushers are unwilling to let go of their prey so easily. Seeing that the sneak attack fails, they directly rushed forward!

"Damn it, it's the Basques!!" The person who came was the Basques from the Basque Autonomous Region, who was very different from the Castilians, the main ethnic group in Spain, and had a strong folk tradition.

"Chuck, Chuck, Chuck." The Basque yelled at the team in a language that no one understood.

Alfonso's heart sank. At a glance, the number of opponents was no less than 20, and there were obviously many troops behind him, but they couldn't expand because of the terrain.

The scouts ran desperately, and the attackers desperately chased them, but the opponent's horses and riding skills were obviously not as good as their own. After the initial panic, the distance had re-extended to more than 100 meters.

Everyone was about to be rejoicing for escaping into the sky, and suddenly another team popped out in front of them!

It turned out that it was the horses and horses who were ambushing in the forest on the left side of the road. When they saw them entering the forest, they made a circle and blocked their retreat!

"Shoot with a rifle, protect Your Highness, and drag it to a large army!" Lucio's voice was angry and decisive. He knew that they were bad luck, but at least he must protect Alfonso.

The big army has an agreement with them that if there is no one at the specified time, they will bring the army to check it, as long as it is delayed until then.

"..." Alfonso was very upset in his heart. If he strongly requested that he walk outside, he wouldn't be dumped anyway.

Everyone slowed down and formed a circle to protect Alfonso inside.

All the scouts had a decision in their hearts. They picked up the Peabody rifle strapped to the horse. This was a single-shot post-loading rifle that Spain purchased from a US company last year. The accuracy and power were good, but the rate of fire was slow.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" For a time there was a loud gunfire, and the cavalry confronted each other. At Peabody's reloading speed, they could only shoot one shot, but the opponent lost three and two horses.

The Basques were not equipped with rifles, and could only be passively beaten in the shooting just now, but now the two sides have met hand-to-hand, it all depends on the revolver and the saber!

At this time, the opponent's number advantage is fully reflected. On average, a scout has to deal with 6 enemies!

Of course, only two or three people need to be fought at the same time for reasons of engagement, but this is also a desperate crisis, because they have to be careful of the cold guns fired by the enemy!

Alfonso gritted his teeth, the more he had to stay calm at this kind of moment, he drew his saber to meet a Basque man who had leaked over, and he could even see the ferocious and fanatical smile on his face!

The other party obviously didn't see him in his eyes. The 1.5-meter-tall child was still tightly protected, and most of it was considered a noble brother who came to experience life (it is true).

It seems that the other party still has the idea of ​​catching it alive, the big man's first knife is slightly downward, and he is ready to slap Alfonso's knife off first and then chop off the horse's head.

He was declared dead when he had this thought. When the two blades collided, feeling the tremendous power from the knife, the look on the big man's face changed from cruelty to panic.

This distorted look only lasted for a moment, and Alfonso used the power of his potential to slap the big man's knife crooked, almost shaking him off his hand.

Afterwards, he changed the position of the sword and easily cut off the head of the big man, making his expression frozen forever. When the big man's head fell to the ground, his eyes still conveyed incredible: "Why is this kid so strong!?"

The prince lost a ride in a second when he met, shocked everyone, and his morale was obviously higher. If the prince had this combat power, he might really be able to hold it!

Alfonso was also excited at this time, and it was his first murder after two lives! Unexpectedly, he didn't feel any fear, nausea, or guilt, he only had the pleasure of killing the enemy!

He felt so happy, smelling the smell of blood wafting on the battlefield, and only felt that every muscle in his body exuded a desire for war!

"Ah!!" he roared, carrying the knife and rushing towards another Basque cavalry.

Obviously he was only an eleven-year-old boy, but the enemy was actually stunned by his roar, and he actually had the urge to drop the knife and escape!

This cavalry was besieging a scout with two other people. Alfonso was too close to change direction. He only felt his vision suddenly rise and saw his back!

Double kill! Alfonso beheaded one more person!

He did not stop, and immediately fell into a hand-to-hand battle with other Basques.

This time it was not so easy to kill, and the other party was not stupid. There were three people around Alfonso and the other scouts could only watch the prince being besieged.

Time goes by in the **** battle...

Alfonso swung his knife to open an enemy's attack. He took out the revolver with his left hand and didn't even look at it. It was a shot. "Bang", and a Basque fell.

Although he made another contribution, his heart gradually became anxious. In the long battle, the only seven people besides him were Lucio and Raul, and all the others had died in battle!

And his own situation is not optimistic, blood is bleeding from several wounds on his left arm and waist.

His stamina has also been exhausted, he is almost about to hold the knife unsteadily, and the six bullets of the revolver have all been shot. In this case, he cannot get a chance to reload.

"The agreed time has arrived, but it will take a while for them to get here... Am I going to die here... It's only a month..." Do not live in the heart sighed.

"Your Royal Highness! His Royal Highness Alfonso!" Suddenly shouts from many people in the distance, accompanied by the sound of a slight tremor of the earth.

It's a large force led by Diego! He had camped in the distance and made a little trim.

Although it was not yet the agreed time, considering the forest ahead and worried about the safety of His Royal Highness, he left most of the team to guard the camp and brought dozens of riders to look for Alfonso.

Now it happens to save the two Alfonso who are running out of ammunition and food!