"Rotten wood, stupid." In the Papal Army, Cardinal Schwyzwüf gritted his teeth and cursed that although he hated Baron Randolph very much, he still decided to send troops to the rescue, and could not watch his own church knights being wiped out by the Normans.

"Warriors of God's grace,

Are you ready?

I see a bloody glint in your eyes! I see your captain's blades pointing at the battlefield not far away! The honor of the Christian Church leads you to the other side, where the autumn winds blow the earth golden. Look, hordes of prisoners of war are shaking there, their heads waiting to be swept away! Their fragile bodies are waiting to melt the frost off your swords with blood!

Warriors of whom God is proud! I know you're invincible, I know you're invincible. Remember that you are great Christian holy warriors, that you have grown up in the arms of the Lord, that your courage comes from God, and that your strength is given by God.

It is God, it is Christ, who makes your dream of domination of the world possible. Therefore, you exist for the continuation of God's glory, and all your conquests are for the expansion of Christ's authority in the world!

For you, the world is an altar, and your worship is a constant war! Let those who do not fear God be your best sacrifice!

Behold, in this land where you are rampant, the rotten wood that floats brings with it a swarm of ants, a swarm of ants who do not fear God. However, because they have not yet encountered true bravery, they dare to line up before you!

No! Under God's infinite authority, what bravery is there to boast about! We are just farmers who are really diligent in harvesting, so reap! Let the crops fall! Harvest it! Bring down hordes of enemies in the deep wilderness!

Now, hold on to your thirsty weapons, and let the field of offering to the gods tremble in your wrath! ”

Cardinal Schwyzwüf rode out and delivered a rousing pre-war speech in front of the elite Papal Guard.

The knights of the Papal Guard standing in front of Cardinal Schwyzwüff turned red, obviously they were encouraged by Cardinal Schwyzww's words, and they wanted to tear those pseudo-believers Normans to shreds immediately, it seems that the Holy See's brainwashing of its own elite is still quite strong.

"Knights of the Papal Guard, come with me to support the Knights of the Church!" Cardinal Schwyzwüfw turned his horse's head and rode his horse toward the left flank of the Normans with his sword raised, like an arrow from a string, and shouted: "The will of the Lord!" The Lord's will! ...”

Cardinal Schwyzwüf's shout, as if it were a signal, and all the more than 800 knights of the Papal Guard galloped on horseback, chanting incessantly:

"The Lord's will! The Lord's will! ...”

"The Lord's will! The Lord's will! ...”

"The Lord's will! The Lord's will! ...”

At this time, the knights of the Papal Guard were like berserkers, they had been completely aroused in their fervent for the faith, and they were not afraid of life and death.

It is not only the knights of the Papal Guard who have a strong desire to express themselves on the battlefield, the Papal Guard sent by the Holy See this time is as many as 3,000 people, and most of the good ones are dismounted knights or heavy infantry, and their combat ability is very strong.

These heavy infantry and dismounted knights were also cultivated by the Holy See, and their combat ability and equipment training were not inferior to those of the church knights, and even none of them were equipped with a horse so that they could quickly reach the battlefield, and they were no different from other church knights except for charging without horses.

Therefore, in the eyes of the Normans at this time, the Holy See was really wealthy, and even sent another 3,000 elite cavalry, and even their equipment was the same as Caesar's elite Norman knights.

"Haha, Mephistopheles. Sauron, look, reinforcements from our Holy See are coming, it's our most elite papal guard, but it's a full 3,000 men, and I see how you can resist it. "Randolph. Advance. Capuah laughed havoc and swung his sword to block Mephistopheles' sword, and Zemara opened the distance.

"So what, I'm going to capture you today, and you won't be able to escape this time!" Mephistopheles. Sauron rode up again, swinging his sword at Randolph.

"Hmph, tough guy!" Baron Landorff broke a mouthful, blocked Mephistopheles' long sword, and ordered the knights on the left and right: "Retreat, all retreat, Archbishop Schwyzwolf has come with the Papal Guard, let's not entangle with these Normans, retreat quickly." ”

Saying that, Baron Randolph took the lead, and began to beat his horses and retreat with his attendants.

"How could I have allowed you to succeed!" Mephistopheles. With a wave of his right hand, Sauron commanded in a loud voice: "Norman knights, follow me!" ”

"Yes!" The hundreds of Norman cavalry cavalry who followed him responded in unison.

Not only the Norman Guards Knight, to which Baron Mephistopheles belonged, but also Richard, who fought alongside him. Morality. Hengu also led the remaining two hundred Norman knights to pursue Randolph and them.

At the same time, Baron Grolde, who had arrived not far away, also began to pursue the fleeing Landorff with 1,200 Norman knights.

On the other side, 600 Norman knights from the 1st Brigade of Church Knights rode back and joined Baron Groelde.

"Let's crush these Italians and crush these Lombards! In the heart of the enemy's main forces, it is easiest for us to win the war quickly.

When our first cavalry snapped, their ranks would inevitably begin to falter, and the skeleton of the enemy formation would no longer be able to support its torso. This is when you use your courage to vent your familiar anger!

Normans, I Grolder. Morality. 'Umar begs you, take up your weapons! Whoever is wounded will fight back with the death of the enemy! Whoever has not yet put up the lottery will fill his hunger with the flesh and blood of his enemies! The victors will never be hit by the enemy, and those who die in battle will die anyway in peacetime.

This battlefield under your feet today has promised me such a glorious victory. Don't let me be discouraged by the passing of victory, but bring the head of the enemy's commander to me! ”

"Oh! Oh! Oh! The Norman knights cheered loudly, their swords held aloft.

"Let's make a difference! Charge the whole army! "Grold. Morality. Umar swung his sword and pointed forward, shouting.

In Grolle. Morality. Led by Umar, nearly 1,800 Norman knights launched an all-out charge, and even in the face of the outnumbered, seemingly elite Papal Guard, they were not afraid. 20110