The disaster in the front row did not end there. When the gunfire sounds on the first floor stopped, the sergeant on the second floor began to order that almost more than 40 barrels of guns extended out of the windowsill and then opened fire until three rounds ended. At this time, the soldiers on the third floor also continued to fire under the orders of the sergeant.

A burst of gunfire sounded, hundreds of Spanish soldiers were knocked to the ground one after another, and the dead were relieved. The injured were moaning and struggling. Many wounded soldiers sank on the ground covered their wounds and tried their best to avoid excessive bleeding. While turning their heads slowly, trying to climb back to their positions and seek treatment. However, this action seriously affected the route of their comrades in the back row. Many Spanish soldiers had to stop to avoid trampling on their unfortunate injured companions.

At this time, the Spanish formation was completely disrupted. The horizontal line, which originally seemed to be a line, became curved, and some soldiers in the second row were even squeezed to the last row. The officers who lacked formal training seemed stunned. They ran out and shouted like crazy, pulling their soldiers back to their original position, but the result was counterproductive, and the entire queue became even more chaotic. The French riflemen who had always acted as snipers re-locked the target of their muzzles, and were the Spanish officers exposed to their conspicuous positions.

The Spanish soldiers were almost stagnant within about 80 meters from the city hall building. They avoided their wounded companions and had to obey the officer's orders and return to their positions, but could not dodge and pounce on their bullets. All the surviving soldiers were anxiously waiting for the officer to give the order to shoot, either continue to advance or retreat backwards.

But the Spanish officers who were busy on the battlefield obviously forgot the unified action. When they found that the team was losing more and more and more soldiers showed fear, they wanted to order the order to fight back immediately or continue to move forward. It was too late, and most of the commanders were shot and killed by French snipers one by one and fell in a pool of blood.

The members of the Interim Military Commission who were watching the battle on the position were shocked. They could not understand that their own side, who had superior forces, were beaten so embarrassed by the French. In fact, the reason was very simple. After the offensive and defensive momentum was changed, the Spanish army, which lacked qualified commanders and recruit battalions, could not win a real victory on the front battlefield when facing the well-trained French regular army.

Father Busto was obviously unwilling to accept the fate of failure. The clergyman in black robe took off his priest's coat. He picked up an abandoned saber from the ground, and called on several resistance officers and rushed to the front line with him.

As the actual leader of the resistance faction, Father Busto stayed on the position on weekdays, ate and lived with the soldiers, and fought bravely, so he was very popular with ordinary soldiers and was quite famous. The priest once led his troops to defend the martyrs' fort, killed hundreds of French soldiers during the days of being besieged by the enemy. After the battery finally fell, he led some people to break through to safety, becoming a legendary story of the first defense battle of Zaragoza. The arrival of Father Busto quickly reversed the unfavorable situation of the offensive team being passively beaten.

As the Spaniards stabilized their formation, it was the French's turn to accept the baptism of war. Father Busto, who had always advocated that morale was overwhelming, ordered that the soldiers of each row stood in place and were not allowed to avoid them, and fired in turn, and fought back against the enemy with fierce gunfire. More than 20 French soldiers could not dodge and were hit by bullets and fell to the ground, causing the first casualties.

After the first and second rows of soldiers reloaded the ammunition, Father Busto ordered the stop of shooting. He led the team to rush to the steps of the city hall 70 meters away. As for the formation and queues, it was no longer important. With the superior force and high morale, it was enough to kill all the French invaders under the bayonet.

At 7:55, when the war was in full swing, Candiola was still looking for another secret passage in the Cathedral of Our Lady. The deafening sound of gunfire and shouts of killing came from outside, which made the pseudo-Christian heart-wrenching, and sweat beads flowing down his wrinkled forehead, and it was too late to wipe it. The Jews knew very well that if the French defense line was broken, others might still survive, but they would definitely be torn to pieces by the angry Zaragoza people, which was the fate of all betrayers.

"Where, there?" Candiola shouted hysterically. A French soldier in charge of guarding the Jews was obviously commonplace. For two hours, the old Jewish lunatic had been like this. The soldier just quietly stopped at the entrance of the steps and continued to perform his guardianship duties.

After Candiola woke up again, he recalled what his ancestors once told him that the entrance to the secret passage was the hidden basement of the Virgin statue, but with the help of the five candlelights, Candiola saw that the 40-square-meter basement was empty. For hundreds of years, whenever a major event occurred, the Virgin statue puppets would be carried around by devout believers. The secret room under the base had long been known by priests and nuns. If there was a secret passage, it might have been discovered or blocked. The entire basement was neat and dry, and even the usual musty smell. The bricks and stones on the ground and the walls were very old, leaving traces of mottled time.

Candiola completely gave up his efforts. Exhausted, he collapsed on a protruding stone slab on the ground, perhaps in despair or unwillingness. His feet, which had been closed, stomping fiercely towards the wall bricks on both sides. It was purely coincidental that the protruding stone slabs and the wall bricks on both feet formed an equilateral triangle with an angle of 60 degrees.

Suddenly, a strange and strange sound rang out in the entire basement, creaking, feeling the friction sound of gears biting each other. Candiola, who was sitting on the stone slab, was frightened and jumped up. Soon, he found that the walls on both sides seemed to be pulled apart by some kind of mechanical arms, revealing...

Outside the city hall, the war suddenly changed.

Under the command of Father Busto, the Spanish soldiers rushed forward desperately and ran from 80 meters away from the Town Hall building to the steps of the main entrance. There, the French accumulated a large amount of debris, blocking the attackers' path forward. The seats, pianos, sofas, cabinets, and wooden railings removed from the Town Hall formed a simple barrier 2 meters high, surrounding the front and sides of the entire Town Hall building.

Climbing the unstable wooden barrier was obviously too difficult. Two Spanish soldiers who were trying this task were unstable, resulting in an imbalance in the center of gravity and fell heavily to the ground due to unstable feet.

"Move it away, just like it!" the soldiers shouted, throwing away the rifles in their hands, trying to remove the debris that blocked their way forward.

Unfortunately, the French would not give the enemy too much time to prepare. The French soldiers who had refilled had followed the orders of the sergeants and began to shoot freely. Within the range of more than 20 meters, facing the dense crowd of people, for the well-trained French soldiers, they were shot with perfect bullets. Bullets sent from various shooting holes could easily shoot every Spanish soldier. Many people were knocked to the ground as soon as they touched the obstacles.

The attacking soldiers panicked again, and they repeated the same thing, hiding behind the abandoned sofas that acted as barriers, seeking shelter; those who were more courageous would also shoot at the French.

"Arise, stand up! Children, don't stay, don't be afraid, the brave Zaragozas, hold your rifles tightly, and join me, and continue to rush forward, the Virgin Mary is watching us, waiting for us to kill the French with a bayonet!" Father Busto, who witnessed all this, began to shout loudly, trying to inspire the courage of his subordinates to be separated.

"Father, we can hide for a while and wait for reinforcements!" A soldier grabbed Father Busto's arm. The bullets swished past his head made the former's body shrink into a ball of drunk shrimp.

"No, child! There are no reinforcements, and love for the Virgin Mary is the only sustenance of our hearts!" Father Busto said in a conversation. He broke away from the soldiers' dissuasion, regardless of the bullets shot by the enemy, used his hands and feet together, and bravely climbed up the wooden barricade. The priest waved the saber in his hand and shouted at the Frenchman upstairs:

"Now, let you invaders see how the bravest priest in Zaragoza died in the battlefield, for the Virgin Mary, for His Majesty Ferdinand, for Spain, go forward!"

Father Busto's brave behavior once again boosted the morale of Spanish soldiers. Under his guidance, hundreds of soldiers slowly left the temporary shelter and began to climb the barricades one after another. Many people were killed on simple barricades, but they all smiled. On the side of the Cathedral of Our Lady on the left, the glory of the Virgin Mary guided their souls to heaven. How wonderful!
Chapter completed!