Chucey personally brought a brigade of cavalry to the Spanish camp east of Cartaya.

Although he swears in front of Carlos IV, the enemy suddenly arrived in the dark, and the guards of the camp, the son of the hereditary count from the Castile region, joined the army at the age of fifteen, and almost participated in all European wars in Spain in the last fifteen years.

Although O'Neill's division also has a cavalry brigade, the Spanish cavalry brigade is completely different from Truchen. When there was no war, the cavalry of this brigade was stationed in various castles in the Castile area, and they were temporarily formed during wartime.

Moreover, they had no experience in night battles. Although they were equipped with flintlock guns and sabers, at this time, the cavalry had completely assisted troops on the European battlefield, such as attacking the enemy's food routes, chasing the fleeing enemy, and attacking the flanks during wars.

The era as the decisive force of a great war has passed - now it is the eighteenth century.

But the Truqins appeared in a grand manner at night!

Looking at the endless darkness and the darkness shrouded in the distance in the night, there seemed to be endless forests that were about to rush out to choose people and devour the ambush. O'Neill couldn't hesitate.

And for Chuchei, there is still no way to say it.

For the current Truchen cavalry, when they are preparing for field battles, they are actually not much better than the enemy. What is beneficial to them is that the musket range is farther and they can stop and shoot at a place far away from the enemy's camp. As for how much damage it will cause to the enemy, it depends on the will of heaven.

But he had to do it.

If the enemy dares to come out for a night battle, the Truchens still have the upper hand, because they are the only team in the world that has been trained at night, and their own rotary pistols have six bullets during the cavalry, rather than just a one-time deal like the Spanish.

If the enemy does not come out, his goal will be achieved.

According to the previous plan, it was to put pressure on Carlos IV to force Sorok from Huelva to send troops to support.

Huelva City is tall and strong, and there are also Sorok's 15,000 troops. If you stick to the city, it will not be very beneficial to the Truchens.

Although the Truqins nowadays have sufficient food and supplies, they are fighting in the enemy country, and after all, they are not as convenient as the other party. It would be better if they can fight quickly.

If the time is delayed, the Spaniards will start to mobilize in full, or if other European countries react, it will be even more unfavorable for Truchen.

As the artillery from O'Neal's camp began to be fired randomly, Chucey's troops gradually retreated, which further strengthened O'Neal's determination to stick to the camp, and Chucey's goal was achieved.

Not long after his detective cavalry discovered the incoming messenger flying out of Kartaya City. They pretended to intercept it and let it go.

Next is waiting.

Huelva City.

Sorok also fell into deep thought after receiving the order from Carlos IV. For him, Carlos IV's order was also a torment.

His family was a great nobleman of hereditary Andalusia, and his ancestors were also children of the Spanish royal family. Although he immediately surrendered to the Spanish royal family under the general trend and gained the status of the Moorish people who believed in Islam, this status is obviously unsustainable.

For the Spanish royal family, on the one hand, it was natural to follow the example of the Ottomans imposing tithes taxes on pagans to force them to convert, and on the other hand, it was a natural idea to completely take them under the royal family's own rule.

Since Carlos III carried out the political system and military reform, the rights of the nobles in various places have not been that great, because the new troops stationed in various places are directly controlled by the royal family, and they are only loyal to the royal family. For Sorok, because he still has a Moorish army, he is finally better than other nobles.

Now that the Moorish leader Rashid is to be named the Count of Cordoba, it means that he will lose his advantage in the future.

Of course, the most important thing is that all his family members are in Seville, and now they have become prisoners of the Truqins. If he goes out now, once the Truqins get angry, there will be an unpredictable disaster.

After thinking about it, he decided to pass the commands of Carlos IV to Rashid.

"Let the Moors go out, but my headquarters don't go out, it's also an explanation for the Truchens"

Rashid, a handsome man in his forties, looks no different from the current Spanish who claims to be "Europeans", but he is the only leader of the "shepherds" in the Spanish Kingdom nowadays.

Later generations, there were such shepherds everywhere in Spain. They would drive sheep and cattle to mountain pastures in summer and coastal pastures in winter. However, there were very few shepherds at that time, but now, in the mountains and in Andalucia, there are still a large number of shepherds.

Since they are shepherds, they are obviously excellent riders and excellent hunters. These people are the most common in Andalusia. In order to feed meat and help the horses, the kingdom tolerate their existence. The only thing they ask them to provide is a suitable war horse.

And Rashid is their leader.

Unlike Sorok, who has been completely Europeanized, Rashid still wears traditional Moorish costumes, a long black burqa, except for the bow and arrow on his back, it turns into muskets, which is exactly the same as hundreds of years ago.

Of course, the Moors are not interested in bows or muskets, but Moor scimitars!

Or it is more suitable to call it an Arabic scimitar, a cavalry special saber made of Damascus steel!

In the dark night, they rode on their own domesticated Arab horses, which were not mixed with blood, and put on a black burqa with only eyes exposed. As long as there were stars and moons, they seemed to be as unobstructed as the daytime when they raised the Arab scimitar.

This is a miracle to Europeans, but Truchen, who is also a nomadic background, fully understands the mystery.

A person who has been dealing with horses for a long time will be familiar with everything about horses. After reaching a certain level, both sides can become one. Since the horse's night vision is six times that of humans, it can naturally be unobstructed at night.

When a group of such people gather together, horses can naturally keep a certain distance so that they can exercise at night.

Of course, at this moment, the "primitive" ability of the Truchen cavalry has obviously greatly reduced. Although most of the cavalry are from herdsmen, their time on horseback is obviously not as much as they have passed, and their familiarity with the horses is mostly from later training, rather than long-term perception.

But this is also more powerful than all European cavalry, because European cavalry obviously does not do night training, and in their opinion it is simply murdering horses.

But for the Moors, they were eager to move at night, because they were not necessarily more powerful than European cavalry during the day, but they were crushing at night!

Therefore, Rashid was immediately excited when he learned that Carlos IV wanted to enthrone him as the Earl of Cordoba.

He lifted his hood back, revealing his handsome face completely.

"I'll set out now!"

His answer was firm, which made Soroc's heart twitch. He knew that Carlos III had won, at least he had won completely in the Andalusian harbor. From now on, his Soroc family will be an ordinary noble in Spain, an ordinary noble who needs to abide by the laws of the kingdom.

In the past, due to the existence of the Moors, the king had to think about it if he wanted to move himself.

However, Rashid didn't care about this anymore. He knelt on one knee and took the appointment edict with a gold ribbon from Sorok, gave a Moorish military salute to his old patron, and then got up and left with great strides.

Leaving without hesitation, leaving without looking back at all.

Left a Sorok who was covering his chest and causing a faint pain.

Huelva City under the night is completely shrouded in tranquility due to a curfew except for a few street lights, but Rashid, who was striding on the street with great enthusiasm, understood that things were far from that simple.

The burning of Seville made almost all the castles in Andalusia restless. If there were better places, they would not stay in the city.

Now, all the castles in Andalusia are actually volcanoes waiting for an outbreak. If one castle follows Sevilla's footsteps, it is completely conceivable that the military and civilians of other castles will escape on a large scale.

And my Moorish cavalry is the only army that can break this imagination.

None!

When he thought of this, his chest couldn't help but stand taller...

Until a person appeared in front of him.

He was dressed similarly to him and wore a black robe. There were still many Islamists in Spain, especially Andalusia. Although there were not many people, there were still more or less in the big city. Their main profession was to raise horses for the Spanish.

About thirties, with an ordinary face, such a person suddenly appeared on the streets of Huelva City where the curfew had been imposed, and obviously took risks.

"Osama? Do you know that if it weren't for me, you would have been hung on the top of the city?"

"I know, but I still came out under the instructions of Allah"

"Oh? But I still want to know a reason to convince me"

"I'm not a Moor"

"Oh?"

Seeing Rashid reacting as usual, this groom named Osama was also a little surprised.

"Are you Truchen's spy?"

In the night, the cold light in Rashid's eyes was bright.

“Yes”

"Tell me, you still have some time"

"Well, thank you for your forgiveness, my master lets me tell you that once you join Truchen, you can become the real master of Andalusia"

"Oh?" At this time, a hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of Rashid's mouth, and Osama obviously couldn't see it in the night.

"I know you don't believe it, but Sevilla's victory has shown this. The Truchens can achieve it as long as they are willing"

"This is not enough to impress me"

"Okay, do you know Gibraltar?"

"That's the British territory"

"Yes, but this name was taken by the Moors, and it was also the base for the Moors to capture the Iberian Peninsula in history. My master promises that as long as you are willing to join Truchen, you can become the lord of Gibraltar. The master will move a large number of Moors from Morocco, Algiers, and Tunisia"

"But I am a shepherd, and I can't stay in a port city"

Rashid obviously did not want himself to change from a shepherd leader to a pirate king. He naturally knew the power of the Truchens, and he knew this from the independence of various sultanate countries in North Africa.

"Then Mallorca, where there are ports and pastures..."

Before he finished speaking, a light flashed, and then Osama fell down.

Rashid wiped the scimitar with his sleeve and continued to strode forward.

He knew where his foundation was, and he knew that even if he became the lord of Gibraltar or Parma, he would not be able to do so.
Chapter completed!