I frowned and probably counted the black-pressed enemies in front of me, and the horses in heavy vests alone were like a sturdy mobile barricade, blocking most of the arrows that were slanted and slanted.

The heavy cavalry hiding behind did not care about the archers' shooting at all, and the crowded horse herds made our troops unable to extend their strength, and were often forced to fight one-on-one, unable to form an effective cooperation with their comrades-in-arms, and our soldiers who were inferior in equipment and individual combat ability were basically not opponents of the enemy, and within a few rounds they became cold corpses, falling to the ground horizontally and vertically, and each enemy was eliminated, at least five or six people had to be paid.

"Withdrawing the soldiers is completely consuming their own strength, and it is a tactic to add fuel to the taboo of soldiers."

I shouted at the bull, and the stars flew all over the sky with anxious spitting, and as I spoke, several soldiers fell in pools of blood, still struggling to crawl out from under the enemy's butcher's knife, and their faces were so bloody that I almost fell off my horse:

"The shield soldiers advance, meet the retreating soldiers, and the heavy cavalry all dismount and form a defensive formation!"

With my order, with Hans, Bull, and Jensen as the core, the three different teams operated in an orderly manner, although messy, and the heavy cavalry disembarked from their horses almost in unison, bringing the horses together from end to end, forming a thick wall of flesh to prevent the possibility of being impacted by the enemy, and the heavy infantry raised their shields next to the cavalry to prevent the scattering of enemy archers from falling from the sky, which often caused minor injuries, and the people who were hit by the arrows could not move, but their heart-rending moans disturbed the morale of the army.

The experienced mercenaries lined up on both sides of the line, and they knew that hiding behind their shields and piling up in a ball would often become a live target for a rain of arrows, which happened to be on the fan of the attack range, and the chances of surviving were far less than those in the front.

Seeing our changes, the enemy's heavy cavalry also adjusted their lineup accordingly, drove most of the war horses together, blocked the road that was not wide, and put the main forces into the battle behind, joining the strangulation of the Templars.

"Friend hiding in the shadows, since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust!"

I subconsciously looked at the small clay vase dangling from the mercenary's waist, its sleek shape stretched out a chic pot lug, used to tie the rope to the belt for easy carrying, but forever hiding in the dark secret room full of colorful green bottles and jars, tinkering with strange experiments of Lagunias's masterpiece, when he came to me to sell, he patted his chest and assured that this kind of fire oil that can burn almost any creature to ashes, even water can't extinguish the mysterious flame!

And this thing has a peculiar name, which is called God's Fury.

When I set out, I asked the mercenaries to bring a lot of them to prevent them from being used to turn things around in the event of an emergency, and maybe this thing could help me save the day, as he said.

"Originally, I was going to use these chemical agents on the infidels, but I didn't think that there was a way in heaven for you not to go, and there was no way for hell to break in, try my secret weapon in advance!"

I gritted my teeth and made a decision, and commanded Tingsen, who was patrolling the battle line, "It's time to show these dirt buns to the world, let them see the power of chemistry, and order everyone to retreat to a safe distance to prevent themselves from being set on fire!" ”

Tinson hesitated for a moment, staring at me in disbelief, his eyes full of puzzlement and doubt, he was also present during Lagunias's experiment, and he was deeply aware of the power of this thing, a big mouse that was alive and kicking, and in an instant it was burned to the point that there were no bones left, and when used on an evil heretic, it would certainly prove the omnipresent majesty of God, but he had never thought of using such a terrible weapon on his fellow disciples of the same faith, so he could not believe his ears and hesitated for the first time about my command.

I understand the entanglement in his heart, but at this moment, every second counts, and a momentary delay will take the life of one of his own soldiers, which God also does not want to see, which is more important than simple arithmetic, I believe he can still figure it out.

"Do you have a better idea?" I asked, shrugging and frowning.

"I don't think so, although I am reluctant to admit it, but the little gluttonous cat is indeed the only choice, and immediately reverse the current deadlock."

Jensen nodded helplessly, after many years of career in the green forest, he has long forged a personality like iron and stone, and he is completely ruthless to the enemy like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, but the knightly principle of pious belief in God and respect for life is that he adheres to the same principle of life, from this point of view, Jensen is more like an idealistic knight, and his noble thoughts are far beyond this dirty and ugly era, but he is destined to be bruised all over his body.

The mercenaries received the order, neatly took off the tattered clay pot that hung on their waists, and threw it at the enemy they didn't like to see, and countless UFOs appeared in the sky in an instant, spectacular like a meteor shower, one by one in a beautiful arc, smashed into the enemy cavalry who couldn't figure out the situation, and a few were broken by the spears that poked out, and the rain spilled out the fire oil inside, and the sticky black liquid was very attached, no matter how they wiped it, they couldn't completely erase it.

In fact, even if you are scrambling to retreat, it is already late, and time seems especially naughty at this moment, and you run fast with a swish.

With the help of his attendants, Jensen lit the tarpaulin tied to the arrowhead, and the small orange flame flickered in the pupils of every panicked enemy, like a living dragon, spraying monstrous flames with teeth and claws.

"Launch!"

I jerked down my arm as Jensen loosened his tight bowstring and let the arrow out of his hand, falling at an irresistible speed as the soldiers on both sides watched with bated breath, striking accurately into a puddle of blackened oil that froze everyone's heartbeat.

The flames shook in the wind, and like a child, they clung to the cracks in the windows, carefully observing the outside world, and shyly climbed up the painted arrows, emitting bursts of black smoke.

An enemy cavalryman rushed over on all fours, laboriously pulling his feet out of the viscous oil, and now even a fool understands the strategy we have to use, he desperately wants to extinguish the flames that may bring destruction, but he chooses the most brainless method, only to see him raise his legs high and stomp on the flames that are gradually gaining momentum!

The eyes were blinded instantly, and the light of the flames erupted even more than the scorching sun, followed by a scorching air current, like a pair of invisible big hands, pushing everyone to involuntarily bow their heads and retreat, although they had been separated by a considerable distance, but some of the soldiers on the far side were still stained by the splashing oil, and immediately burned into fire people, rolling on the ground in pain, and the soldiers around them tried their best to extinguish the ghostly beating flames, and watched in vain as their comrades curled into carbon-colored black balls, turning into dust and smoke with the wind.

The boiling heat wave made me feel like a steamed bun in the upper drawer, my blood was full of explosive heat, the moisture on my body was sucked clean, the long sword in my hand became a red-hot soldering iron, and I reflexively threw it on the ground.

When I was a little used to the harsh light, I only dared to narrow my eyes into a narrow slit, and the long eyelashes that I was proud of through the characters fell off with the fluttering of the corners of my eyes, crushing into dust in the air, but I didn't notice, because the scene in front of me was like a magnet that pulled everyone's attention.

Maybe this is hell!

The legend is full of deadly flames and choking smoke, the little red devil, holding a steel fork to roast the human flesh on the fire, stirring the eyes and scalp that are still trembling in the sea of corpses and blood, ** into mud, and black dirt and indescribable remorse, little by little slowly precipitated, accumulated into a thick grudge, the air is filled with scorching heat, every breath is scorching the thin paper-thin respiratory tract, and the throat is dry as if it is about to burst into fire.

There were no more standing creatures in front of us, horses and warriors, along with their expensive ironclad weapons, turned into porridge-like fluids that could not distinguish each other, the ground that had been dried by the fire was no longer lifeless, even the white water vapor evaporated into the invisible, a few black objects that were still burning, vaguely recognizable as a certain organ on the human body, the disgusting pungent smell seeped through every open pore, and the people who could not withstand the pressure seemed to be drained of their souls, The walking corpse let filthy vomit flow from the corners of his mouth, and he was as motionless as a wooden chicken.

"Devil!"

Jensen stared at all this with wide eyes, and muttered to himself: "I unleashed the flames of Satan with my own hands, and in a moment I took the lives of countless people......"

The bull was next to him and was speechless in shock, and he didn't even feel the tomahawk in his hand smashing on his feet, and the frightened war horse instinctively scurried around, knocking over many stunned soldiers, Hans's chest was hit hard, and the falling horse's hooves almost crushed the ribs, but he just subconsciously gave way to the side, still staring intently ahead.

The enemies strangled by the Templars were also frightened by the sights of hell that only occur in the stories of the village elders scaring the children at night, forgetting that they had slashed each other, and the timid even threw away their weapons and hugged their heads, and their nervous screams echoed in the quiet of the battlefield.

"This is the wrath of God, we will be victorious, kill!"

I couldn't find my sword to the left or right, so I simply waved my clenched fists and shouted in the hope of waking my soldiers.

"Warrior of God, forward!"

(End of chapter)