The complexity of the battle is beyond my imagination, and this inconspicuous-looking hill covered with rubble is like a spinning Rubik's cube, constantly changing its angle and appearance.

A lovely green lawn, a few clusters of low bushes, and bare weathered rocks were rolled up with a slight amount of dust, and the enemy relied on the terrain advantage to resist step by step, and the knights who attacked upwards had to follow the mountain to cut their formations, losing each other's care and cooperation, and fighting each other, resulting in a tug-of-war scene between you and me.

The path we chose, completely broken at the end of the path that the shepherds had trodden out, the chessboard-like flat hilltops, ravaged by the sun and torrential rains all year round, were not very suitable for growing juicy pastures, and in fact there was nothing but dry moss clinging to the gravel, and the playful and good climbing goats might like to chew on this kind of vegetation with little oil and water, but the sheep that can produce both milk and hair, are not so easy to serve, and they are more accustomed to gnawing on fresh grass effortlessly. So the wise shepherd only goes here and does not go up.

I glanced hurriedly at the corpses lying in the greenery, they were all friends and enemies, some of them were missing arms and legs, and the disgusting minced flesh and organs hung from the yellow branches of the bushes, like dried sausages in the kitchen of a castle in winter, but the fainting smell it gave off broke my association, the sun reluctantly set from the highest point in the sky, and the battle was fought for most of the day, and the iron body could not support it.

"This is God guiding us to see the evil of war."

I suddenly said for no reason: "Killing and being killed, attacking and resisting, you can't escape your fate, and compared with the private fighting between lords, the horror of national war is often indescribable, and can only rely on the personal experience of the people who are fighting." ”

"My lord, isn't this God's test for us? We're fighting for justice! The guard turned to look at me and replied in a righteous manner.

"Yes, justice, God's manifestation of justice will be done in the world, you and I are pawns to realize God's will, piety and obedience are the only way to salvation."

I shrugged disapprovingly, and the words of justice popped out on my lips and teeth, but the guard, who turned to continue leading the way, did not hear my next mutter, and he would never have heard it.

"Justice is nothing but a cheap gimmick peddled by swindlers, like the Jewish traffickers who always boast about their resold, some trade in goods and credit, others buy and sell life and dignity, and everyone takes what they need. Compared to the two, the Jewish traders were more pure, at least they always had the real goods to pay for, and what did the sanctimonious lords and clergy have? Only deception, * naked empty gloves white wolf. ”

If the shouts of killing from afar and near, from time to time through the air into the pinna, remind me of where I am and what I want to do, the guards carefully choose the path and try to avoid the crowd that is still fighting.

He is focused on fulfilling his duty to protect the lord, and I am worried that I will not be able to catch the distant pope, he is the key to the success of this battle, and he will never be able to contact the Basel led by Luka, if they outflank from the weak side according to the plan, Rao is the Pope's own God, and he will not be able to fly!

"You'll have to pick up your speed, squire." I put my hands on the pergola and observed the fierce fight above, and said with a little anxiety.

"It's just ahead...... Wait, my lord, there's one of us. The squire took the reins and stopped the horse, and several knights gathered around me in a whirlwind.

"Lord Duke, if we find you, we're going crazy!"

The knight at the head looks familiar, he may have been seen at a banquet in Nijmegen, but he is not my direct knight, he is supposed to be a local knight who was annexed to Friesland.

"Did you come just in time to attack the mountain?"

I nodded at them in turn, and asked impatiently, "How's the war going?" ”

The Frisian knight beckoned to everyone and ordered them to stand and protect me to safety.

"Only gnaw a hard bone in the frontal position, those diehards are all loyal recruits, I don't know what devil bewitched, the wolves die of hunger in the battle, when our knights rushed to the position halfway up the mountain, almost half of them lost their horses and fought on foot, and they were at a disadvantage in numbers, so that they suffered a little at first, and the enemy's recruits almost single-handedly reversed the decline of the rout of friendly forces, if it weren't for Rollo leading people to outflank their unshielded rear, I'm afraid we won't be able to push the front any further to the hill near the top. ”

Before I could finish his sentence, I immediately interrupted rudely: "What about the Basel people who were ambushed on the other side as agreed, didn't they go to war?" ”

"Basel? Those mud legs that can't even wear pants? The knight still seems to have a disdain for the mountain people who had saved him from the city of Kolico.

"At least I didn't even see a shadow of them until I was ordered to come out looking for you, a bunch of damned cowards!"

"Damn it!"

I gritted my teeth and squeezed out the word angrily, causing the knights to look at each other in shock: "Don't say much, knight, how many more people can you find?" ”

"It's just the five of us, Lord Duke, and everyone else is fighting, and our battle lines are too scattered."

The knight from Friesland spread his hands helplessly: "Even if you count the squires who stayed in place to guard the equipment, there are only a dozen people, how many do you need?" ”

Seeing the opportunity slipping away, I decided I had to act.

"Two things at the moment! First, lend me your shawl......"

As I spoke, I tore off the dark red shawl that the other party was wrapping around his shoulders, and it seemed to feel good, and I threw it into the arms of the guards in a mess in the eyes of everyone.

"Find some pole and unfold it, it's the pre-agreed pinching signal, and shake it vigorously in the most prominent position for me until you see the first Basel man in view, understand, squire?"

He nodded hurriedly, and just as he was about to leave, he hesitated and asked, "But my duty is to keep you safe, my lord, I can't leave ......"

"Does a small squire dare to doubt the bravery and loyalty of a knight?"

I lashed out at him with angry eyes, and the latter, whose eyes flickered for a moment, ran away with the red cloth in his arms, and I withdrew my gaze to the knights on standby, who more or less sensed the importance of the mission they were about to undertake.

"Now it's your turn, my most trusted warrior, and it's time for all of Europe to worship the heroism of the knights of Nijmegen."

I deliberately paused to observe their solemn expressions: "Someone who has taken the Pope's neon power hostage in vain to do wrong, as the sword of God and the noble power to defend the fairness and justice of Christendom, set out with me, Knight Nijmegen!" ”

"For God!" The knights drew their swords passionately and followed me with joy.

Regarding the choice of the direction of pursuit, I purely follow my own subconscious judgment, the Nijmegen cavalry surrounded half of the mountain so much that even a fly wanted to fly out, not to mention that the sparing Sylvester II must bring sufficient guards, his large group of people, as soon as the road is definitely a key blow, the Pope Ni is not so stupid, and there is no awareness that the most dangerous place is the safest place, so the direction of Sanyin that is not attacked for the time being has become his only choice.

According to the scout's pre-battle reconnaissance, there was a path to the northeast of the hill that led to the ferry, and that would be the place where we would meet each other and put an end to the whole story of the Thousand Miles Run.

The pain in your eyes has gradually improved, and even your tired muscles and bones seem to be recharged, and when you are concentrating on another thing, this little trouble for your body is not a big deal.

The goddess of victory teasingly peels off the tempting fruit and places it in a position close at hand, you just have to lean down slightly and open your mouth to bite it, but the problem is that you don't know how big and hard the core of the fruit is, and if you break your teeth through gluttony, the goddess of victory will laugh at your embarrassed appearance of broken lips and cracked teeth, and ruthlessly take the fruit, and finally end up with a funny end of nothing.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder twice from the depths of my soul, and the whole person instantly woke up, as if I had just chewed two pieces of refreshing mints, and I was crispy and numb from head to toe.

I looked at the five men who followed me, and they could not find any impurities in their eyes except the persistence and fanaticism of faith, which made such iron-willed warriors, but also left irreparable shortcomings.

The best gift God has given to everyone is the brain, and if you are accustomed to the blind obedience of others, will you not fail the love of creation?

For those who want to enslave you, the highest state of enslavement is to make the poor puppet think that he has chosen his own destiny, and this choice coincides with God's justice and the demands of the public, so everything that follows is logical, he implants an invisible virus into your brain, subtly uses you, destroys you, and the funny thing is that you still call this bastard thing faith and public knowledge, and know what it is like to be sold and help count the money? Do you hear the screeching sound of money counting?

"Let's go and create an immortal legend!"

I broke the capsule containing the virus and dissolved it in warm water, smiled and handed it to everyone's mouth.

"You will attain the highest glory imaginable, and the great deeds of the descendants of Deyin, and those who come after will say: Behold, these great warriors who have saved the faith!"

"God bless Nijmegen!" The knights roared impassionedly.

"No, God bless you!" I replied.

I can't remember where I first heard this phrase chicken soup for the soul......

Everyone in the world is an apple that God has bitten into, all of them are flawed, and some people are more flawed, because God loves his fragrance very much, and when I was still worried and scared, and could not keep up with the pace of the pope's escape, the chariot faintly visible in the dust dispelled all doubts, and people could not help but praise God's miracles and gifts, and then the words on it appeared in my mind and hovered for a long time.

What was that bite that God gave me?

I've thought about my flaws more than once, and when it comes to this, there are so many weaknesses that I can complain about, and if I had to pick the one that I struggled with the most at the moment, it would be that I couldn't learn to control this body.

A ** that is both familiar and unfamiliar, the strange and embarrassing thing about the soul is this:

You have the soul of the previous life, but you can't get the memory of the original owner, the body you possess is strong and toned, but it is like the first machine that has always been difficult for neurons to match perfectly, I don't know when it will suddenly go berserk, and when it will stop instantly.

I have crashed on the battlefield more than once, as if there is some kind of obstacle between the two, so that the excited soul and the congested ** lose contact, and always miss the best time to attack, making people feel the helplessness of fate.

What were the flaws of the exalted Sylvester II, Pope Gerbert, known as Aurillard? I think his sorrow lies in sitting in the wrong place at the wrong time, carrying unrealistic dreams and responsibilities, and pitifully and tragically embarking on the road of no return.

Born in the small town of Auillac, France, in the small town of Aurillac, the poor boy of a humble peasant family can be regarded as an inspiring and inspirational drama, and he was gifted with the ability to study grammar, arithmetic and music in his early years.

During his studies in the monastery of Santa Maria de Ripal in Spain, he was guided by Bishop Atto of Vichy, and made great progress in all aspects of his studies, eventually becoming a grandmaster, and was greatly respected by Otto the Great, and was appointed to teach the prince, and from then on he was able to approach the highest echelons of German power, and he, like those clergy who were obsessed with faith, longed to put the power of the pope above the worldly power, and became the sole master representing God in the world.

He worked diligently, struggled diligently, and marched forward day after day, strictly restraining his words and deeds like a saint, but he was wise enough to forget that faith alone could not build an empire.

The cause of Christianity was strengthened and ascension only after Constantine the Great recognized its legitimacy and the Carolingian sword aided it, otherwise it would have remained a heresy hiding in the slums, and by the time Sylvester came to his senses, it was too late, and his idea of developing a military order was doomed, because there was another monster with great ambition in the way.

Duke of Nijmegen, Randy Adrian Hoffman, me!

"O enemy of fate, Ni Majesty."

As I gazed at the increasingly disorganized convoy apparently after discovering the pursuers, the shadows of the long-deceased Emperor Otto III and his cousin, Pope Gregory V, flashed before me, muttering to myself.

"Enemy of Fate......

The cavalry who caught up with their target were extremely excited, and the fanaticism of faith made their eyes full of killing and dedication, and even the mounts felt the unusual restlessness of their owners on their backs, and the low hissing of restlessness.

"There aren't many enemy guards, my lord, let's rush forward!" The knight from Friesland shouted at me, his voice as loudly as his name, Sonor, meant.

I watched the carriage growing in my line of sight, and several of the horsemen who were behind turned their horses to meet them, ready to sacrifice their sacrifices to buy time for the Pope to escape.

"Your weakness turned out to be here!"

I slowly drew my sword, and the knights of Nijmegen drew their weapons as well.

"Even if you run away, you are reluctant to leave that ridiculous shelf, and you actually choose to take a carriage, has God really abandoned you?"