Many knights were caught in a scuffle with the enemy, but Nijmegen's main force still spread its wings in time, like geese with every feather, outflanking Kongwu's powerful wings from the weak side of the rebels' defenses.

The fate of this group of cannon fodder is basically a foregone conclusion, as if in the process of gradually tightening the fishing nets, the fat fish that keep jumping seem to be tossing and turning, but in fact, it is the end of the strong crossbow, and they will die in a moment when they leave the water.

"Where's the damn red hat!"

I gritted my teeth and cursed the missing heralds, nicknamed the red hats in order to tell them that most of them wore special red hats on the battlefield.

I avoided the big stick wielded by a ragged enemy soldier, or rather the metal thing with its head sticking up, which he couldn't tell should have been worn for a long time, his sleeves were worn bald, and his body was dirty, and I couldn't have distinguished him from the clods on the ground had it not been for the two angry eyes.

"Go to hell!"

Dressed like an enemy soldier named Hanako, he was not afraid that his opponent was a heavily armed knight, and it seemed that the fanaticism of religion had already caused him to lose his basic sanity and become an unreasonable monster, full of nervous killing, he ran a few steps to round the nail stick in his hand, and pounced with a whisper in his mouth.

I fought my sword against the opponent's attack, the collision of two weapons with a huge difference in strength, unexpectedly made a crisp sound of porcelain shattering, the metal tip of the nail rod broke in response, and the huge force made the enemy soldier staggered to the ground, he seemed to look at the scrapped weapon in his hand in disbelief, as if he was distressed about a damaged work of art, this thing was probably the only thing he could get his hands on bankruptcy.

I drove my horse sideways to my opponent, coldly observing the completely stunned enemy soldier, his dirty face tangled with puzzlement and confusion, and finally deep despair, I could not bear to see this scene again, clamped the horse's belly and slashed it, and ended his pain with a sharp end.

I didn't have time to wipe the blood stains on the sword, and the next unlucky guy who was looking for death came to me again, he was wielding the same toy-like ridiculous wooden stick, but he was as confident and proud as holding a legendary divine soldier, I couldn't help but look at the excited opponent, I didn't know what attitude to take to face his almost suicidal behavior.

The power of religion is mysterious and great, sometimes turning the humblest of the poor into the bravest of warriors, and sometimes it makes the seemingly most devout believers cautious, power-hungry, and demagogic to the innocent and waste their lives.

"God, please forgive these foolish souls!"

I gritted my teeth and roared despite the splashes of blood and corpses, until my whole face was dyed a strange scarlet, and my mouth was scolding and scolding.

"Those who instigate murderers in the name of God are not worthy of holiness, and those who eradicate evil spirits in the name of God are holy because they are holy!"

Yes, the killing of one's fellow citizens can turn a good person into a bloodthirsty demon, and any high-sounding reason will be dwarfed by it, and human beings will degenerate into beasts at the beginning of the wilderness, and the red line of reason can no longer restrain the rushing primitive desires, so I who boast of standing higher and looking farther than others also tear the seal of morality in my heart, sneering and bullying the weak, chopping their thin body bones into minced flesh, and satisfying my cruel desires.

"Your Excellency!"

A guard passed through the barriers, appeared from the sky, his helmet had long since gone, his messy forehead hair was clumped into locks of furrows by sticky blood, the war horse under his crotch trembled, the wound on the back of the hip had been blurred and scabbed, and he was in danger of dying at any time.

"Your Excellency!"

He walked with me, shouting again to get my attention.

"Your guards are all disorganized, there are still a few behind, you can come over to escort them in a while, the heavily damaged enemy has shrunk their forces to the halfway up the mountain, let our knights surround them, Lord Rollo is leading the undamaged formation to detour behind their flank, it is too dangerous here, please follow me out, go to a safe place to rest for a while."

I rubbed the corners of my eyes that were splashed with blood, and my vision was gray and red, and the heavens and the earth were mixed with the not-so-clear minds, and the guards who were anxiously talking to me were stirring, fermenting, and boiling together, and I couldn't even tell where I was at the moment, hell or heaven.

"Herald...... Where's the herald? ”

Holding back the sharp pain in my eyes, I half-grabbed my mount's neck and shouted, "Give it to me, damn herald, quick!" ”

The guard's reaction seemed to have missed a beat, and he helped me to lead the restless warhorse, leaned over and replied:

"Our co-herald has lost contact with us after rushing into the enemy formation, and no one can guarantee that he is still alive at this moment, my lord, come with me quickly!" After saying that, he grabbed the reins of his horse and wanted to lead me to break through.

"Can't go, stop, I order you to stop!"

The wounded eye was getting more and more painful and almost blind, and I tried to keep my only remaining eye wide open, as if I wanted to vent all the emotions in my heart, and repeated it like crazy.

"Go to the herald at once, and ask him to signal the ambushed Basel, the act of storming the hillside head-on with knights is tantamount to self-defeat, and the cooperation of the infantry must be obtained."

"But my duty is to protect your safety, Lord Duke, and nothing else is in mind!"

The guard also roared hysterically, frowning like a rapidly shrinking orange under the scorching sun, and he continued to drag my war horse out of his mouth despite the order, and muttered in his mouth:

"You can't stay here, everything has to wait until it's safe......"

The words came to an abrupt halt here, and I distinctly felt the strength of the reins suddenly stagnate, and the horse that had lost its traction stood still in confusion, a foul wave of breath erupted from its nostrils, and a low neighing of uneasiness.

My other eye was also filled with warm blood, and the pain of the foreign body piercing made it difficult to keep my balance, and I staggered and screamed as I clutched the wound, and the upside-down hairs clearly told me that the guard must have died, and I had fallen into the hands of the enemy, and became the trophy of some little people.

"I am the Duke of Nijmegen of the German Empire, the Count of Friesland and other Low Lands, the Guardian of all Denmark, the entrusted guardian of the Duke of Bavaria, Randy Adrian Hoffmann, the favorite of God......"

I straightened my back as much as I could, and counted the titles and titles that represented my identity in an emotionless tone, hoping to frighten the enemies on the other side.

“opater,annealiquascaelumhincireputandumest,sublimisanimasiterumquetardareverticorpora?”

Wrapped in a mouth that was difficult to describe the smell, I spat out a long list of Latin words that I didn't understand, and my heart instantly fluttered.

The Italian aristocracy tends to have some half-baked Frankish language, after knowing my identity, they will report their name according to the knightly demeanor and aristocratic etiquette, and then give the captives the treatment in line with their status, and the Latin language sprayed by the other party can only show that he is a vulgar mud leg, in the eyes of the untouchables, the captured knight is just a walking gold coin, and it is worthless to rob all the valuable things, I have heard a lot of rumors told as a joke after dinner, about a certain knight master let the mob be scalded like a dead pig scalded with boiling water, A story of the miserable corpse wilderness.

Despair?

That's right! Despair, what could be more frustrating to a nobleman than being planted in the hands of a pariah? What's more, my two eyes are still so painful that I can't open them, which is equivalent to sending this opportunity to make a fortune to the lucky one who caught me in vain.

"It's over, maybe it's really time to say goodbye......"

My messy mind pieced together such an idea, but my mouth was still stubborn: "I am the Duke of Nijmegen, and if you dare to hurt me, it is tantamount to killing yourself, as long as you offer a reasonable price, I am willing to raise money to redeem myself!" ”

“ubiestcena?”

“scintillamaterquintiest，quintumvocat,eummittitagrum！”

Two different voices that were obviously arguing made me feel more and more like falling into an ice cave, I thought that there was only one enemy, but now it seems that I was too naïve, how can these mud legs who have never seen the world have the courage to face the noble lord alone, and things become complicated, because there is another hand holding the reins of the war horse to prevent me from running away suddenly.

"Damn! Can't you understand what I'm saying? Get your dirty hands away! ”

Feeling insulted, I angrily searched for a long sword at my waist, but a clever fellow quickly blocked my movements with a wooden stick, and he shouted in a nasty country dialect, and kept stabbing me defiantly, and the people next to me seemed to be undecided, and they exchanged ideas with each other quickly, perhaps discussing how to distribute the spoils to everyone's satisfaction.

Things often turn out unexpectedly, just as I didn't even think that I would fall into the hands of a few untouchables, who should have come to an agreement, and there was not much time for small talk.

Two men came up and grabbed my legs to pull down, and the one who pulled the reins tried to control the frightened horse while pulling at my belt, and I used all my strength to break free, but to no avail.

“prohquamsapiens，illehoefi！”

At last the enemy soldiers who had pinned me to the ground let out a cheer of excitement, and even without looking at me I knew that their gaze was watching me hotly, and immediately a few hands began to untie the priceless chain mail and the pearl-encrusted belt.

The humiliation of being trampled in the soil was indescribable, my throat was hoarse, and my blood suddenly surged, and a few heroic tears squeezed out of the corners of my eyes.

It is said that tears are the purest crystallization of human beings, and I always didn't believe it before, but when the filth in the pupils really diluted the tears, and the vision blurred and reappeared, I had to thank these few drops of the purest crystals for coming in time.

The first thing that catches your eye is a head in a tattered felt hat, its owner's face resembling that of a donkey, and its arms covered with thick, black hair, like a sperm spider, reaching out for its tentacles and equally obscene companions next to it, fighting for a belt with pearls only in the buckle.

None of them noticed at the moment, and the loot lying motionless on the ground opened its eyelids slightly, and I roughly observed the number of enemies, and when I squinted, I found that the long sword was thrown not far from my left hand.

I carefully moved my fingers, slowly approaching the half-unsheathed hilt, seeing that victory was in sight, who knew that the two untouchables did not know why they fought, and the one who was squatting not far away let the other party push and stagger, and the soles of the feet that were duller than iron accurately stepped on my left hand, and rubbed off a slip of old skin!

"Hiss......"

I gasped softly, swallowed the pain in my stomach, straightened up and continued to pretend to be dead, the untouchables gradually evolved from two people's quarrels to several people's fights, this kind of sudden infighting on the battlefield is extremely rare, and the contradictions between the nobles are just silently withdrawing troops and quietly pitting teammates, and the quality of the rebels can't help but impress me.

"To run or not to run, where is the key to running?"

My heart was torn upside down, and the two little eyes that slowly returned to normal were dripping, and the enemy soldiers who twisted into a ball left me aside and fought happily, as if the loot they had worked so hard to knock down did not exist at all, and someone let out a cry like killing pigs, and it seemed that both sides were really moving, and I gritted my teeth and made up my mind.

"Don't run now, wait when!"

Said that it was too late, then fast, my bones came to a sharp carp to fight up, the upper body was just about to be straightened at the moment in front of the eyes of the horror black, a large piece of inexplicable shadow swished by, like an ultra-low-flying fighter, in an instant there was a terrified very scream of the enemy, high and low decibels, waiting for my fixed attention, the warrior riding the black horse had thrown off the blood on the long sword and rushed to this side.

"Your Excellency!"

One of my many guards jumped off his horse, and nervously put his arm on my shoulder to examine the wound, and said with great reproach:

"After you were separated from us, everyone was in a hurry, looking for your traces, thanks to God forbid, my lord, you have your own God's blessing, it's too dangerous here, please hurry up and get on your horse, Lord Luo Luo has just captured the enemy formation halfway up the mountain, and it is relatively safe there."

"Herald, did you see the herald on the way here?"

Frightened, I still thoughtfully pulled the guard and asked: "I order you to find him, immediately send a signal to the ambushed Basel, it is estimated that it will be too late later, the enemy's elite must be concentrated on protecting the Pope on the top of the mountain, those tired divisions under Luo Luo, I am afraid that they are not the enemy opponents who are waiting for work, go find the herald!" ”

The guard was dumbfounded by my barrage of words, but he was able to extract the general thrust of the problem and understand the urgency of the matter.

"You get on your horse first, we might run into a herald on the way back."

He helped me climb into the saddle, grabbed the reins and ran away: "The formation of the frontal sprint has collapsed, and everyone has lost care and contact with each other, but rest assured, the situation is under our control." ”

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