Just as Charlotte worried, the rebels led by Viscount Austin were in a desperate situation at this time.

On the battlefield, the rebel army, which had been successfully offensive, was divided into several pieces. The warriors of the Temple of Tyranny were like sharp knives, plunging into the rebels' abdomen. If you look down from the sky, you will find that the entire rebel army is like a cake that is divided and eaten, each fighting on its own, like a girl who has been stripped naked.

Countless lives are lost almost every minute and every second, and most of the believers in the Temple of Tyranny are careerists, tyrants, executioners, and mercenaries...... They are not the chaotic and chaotic killing nature of the Abyss Demons, but organized, organized, and rule-following violents.

When they decide that what they are doing is righteous and moral, these believers, who are able to restrain their violent tendencies in most cases, become the most fanatical warriors, slashing down those who dare to resist.

These Templar warriors, who had shown themselves extremely crazy in battle, far surpassed the resistance led by Viscount Austin in terms of experience, strength, and training. As a result, when they attacked from the belly and tail of the rebels, Viscount Austin's army was thrown into chaos almost instantly.

Viscount Austin, who was in the middle of the army, clenched the reins, and his entire knuckles were whitened with exertion. The cries of fear or despair were heard, and the eyes were seen in confusion, disarmed legions.

Guarded by squires, looking around from the high ground, there were black and oppressive heads everywhere. The slaughtered army was constantly compressing towards the high hills, and a team in the southwest tried to flee, but was dealt with by a charge from the paladins of the temple like a chicken slaughtering a dog. The battlefield was chaotic, and even Lawrence of Erosa was here, and he had to admit defeat in the face of defeat.

"Viscount!

Someone shouted in Viscount Austin's ear, but Austen couldn't really hear it. The voice was ethereal, as if it came from the depths of a dream, and he couldn't think.

He wondered how things had gotten to this point, as if one moment they were in the ascendancy, but the next they were irreparable.

He thought hard, and finally remembered the cause of everything. Originally, they still had an absolute advantage, and the storage base that had been attacked was about to fall. But at that time, he made a wrong judgment, he did not strictly implement the agreement with Charlotte, and retreated directly last night.

The idea of capturing the granary and gaining an advantage in the Battle of Arroor made Austin make the biggest mistake of his life. When the Templars led by Helrington entered, the rebels who had almost all of their forces on the battlefield were cut off without resistance, and the storage base, which had been suppressed, took the opportunity to start a counterattack, so that everything became irreparable.

"Viscount!! can't hesitate any longer!"

Someone grabbed Austin's collar, and Austin fell into remorse and pain. After a while, the ghost in front of me turned into a real image.

That's Hoyle!

At this moment, the young knight's armor, which was beloved by Austen, was stained with blood, and the tips of his brown hair were covered in sweat and stains. His face was black and gray, his expression was agitated, and he had an arrow stuck in his shoulder armor.

"We must break through!Viscount!" Hoyle yelled, "we have failed!"

Yes!

Viscount Austin's chapped lips pulled into an ugly smile as he glanced at the guards around him, everyone waiting for his answer.

"You are the leader!" continued Hoyle, "and there is no room for hesitation!"

- Yes!

Previously, Austin believed that Hoyle needed to be trained enough to be able to dominate the army on his own. But now it seems that this young man whose military literacy is not top-notch is actually far more suitable for being a leader than himself, right?

- So, it's time to make your own decisions!

Let's rewind the clock to ten minutes ago, before Viscount Austin could make his decision, two uninvited guests were welcomed to the edge of the battlefield.

Two men in cloaks rode their horses, one after the other, up a high ground. Horses raise their front legs and neigh on the edge of a cliff in the highlands. One of the men in front pulled his hood, revealing an ordinary face.

His red pupils quickly swept across the battlefield, and his ordinary face was serious, faintly revealing a murderous aura.

"It's—"

The other man behind him also pulled back his hood, his bronzed skin and resolute appearance giving him a masculinity. He also quickly checked the battlefield, as if it were providence, allowing him to lock on to one person in an instant.

It was a man in white armor, his long brown hair was tied into a flowing single ponytail, and he held a sharp sword like a divine weapon, setting off a bloody storm everywhere he passed.

He was covered in a silver void flame, and no matter how he attacked, he couldn't break through that thin layer of void flame, and he would even be turned to ashes by the void silver flame. The sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and the illusory silver flame is indestructible, and it can slaughter the rebel soldiers in front of them almost with every move.

When the pressure waned, he no longer activated the silver flame with supreme power, but charged forward like a normal warrior. He caught a rebel's spear under his arm, and with a single arm, he threw the warrior who dared to challenge him into the air.

Then he raised his left arm and threw his spear forward, and the spear was like lightning, instantly piercing the enemy line in front of him. At the same time, the god-of-war man lifted his knees and slammed them into the back of the warrior who had fallen from the air. In an instant, the poor warrior was bent into an inverted V-shape.

That guy is several times more brutal and powerful than Vivien Leigh, and even comparable to the angry Lawrence in memory!

"Sue the dead—Helrington!" Nell said the man's name through gritted teeth!

As soon as he turned his horse's head, he wanted to rush from the gentle slope to the battlefield. However, an invisible force field surged, and the horses neighed and kicked in place in panic.

"Come back!" Charlotte snorted coldly, "what do you want to do?!, going to die?"

"I didn't!" Nell said through gritted teeth, pleading again, "I know I'm no match for the butcher, but we have to do something! That's the warriors of Locente, and I can't watch them slaughtered!"

Charlotte looked at him with her crimson pupils, and her tone softened, "Trust me, you can't do anything." So do I. ”

Nell gritted her teeth, her gums bloodshot as if she hated her own powerlessness.

"We're late. Charlotte looked at the battlefield again, "No one can change the result......

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"Hoyle!"

At the same time, at the command post of the battlefield, Viscount Austin made his own decision!

"Yes!" Hoyle looked up and held his chest high, and Locent's military salute was meticulously made.

"I order you to lead the remnants of the army to break through!"

"Yes, General!" Hoyle replied loudly, and then quickly showed a look of astonishment, "but...... What about you?!"

Viscount Austin rolled over and dismounted, silently raising the flag from the flag bearer's hand. He slowly stroked the military flag in the earth-shattering sound of fighting, revealing an old expression on his face in a trance, as if recalling the day of his first battle.

With a look of fortitude returned, Austin replied with the air of a leader.

"As you say, I am the leader!" he smiled at Hoyle, "if I retreat, the morale of the army will be completely broken! I must be here to show everyone who is still fighting that I have no unique spirit! Only then will you have a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough." ”

"......"

"Hoyle......" Viscount Austin explained to Hoyle as gently as an old man on the verge of death, "this is the last lesson I can teach you." If one day you can lead the army alone, remember one thing, Ci is not in charge of the army! No matter against the enemy, against his subordinates, or even against himself! As long as you can achieve the greatest results, then everything can be sacrificed!"

Hoyle shouted, "Teacher......"

"Let's go!" Viscount Austin smirked, "this is the decision I must make, and if the next time it's your turn, remember, just like you just scolded me - don't hesitate——!!

Silently saluting the old man, Hoyle wiped away his tears, turned his horse's head, and shouted in a choked voice, "Noble officers and cavalry regiments obey ——!orders!

On the originally chaotic battlefield, a force began to coalesce.