The rest of the battle was easier than expected, and it was basically a one-sided slaughter, and the quick transition between attack and defense kept everyone from composure, and the hunters instantly became the prey of embattled rats.

The enemy's well-informed senior knights, judging the situation and giving up resistance, revealing their identity, happily becoming prisoners, and with a very gentlemanly promise to pay the full ransom, because they do not know the terrible opponent, and whether there is a purgatory-like flame that will never be forgotten, and they do not want to become liquid like their comrades who cannot distinguish the color on the ground.

Seeing that the proud knights were no longer struggling, the soldiers who knew each other also threw away their weapons and squatted on the spot, raising their hands to indicate their surrender, and the bull led people to surround the enemy soldiers to prevent them from escaping, and then took out a hammer and aimed it at the back of the head, leaving a neat wound with red and white brains, and sent them directly to God.

The terrible screams were endless, like the scene of the slaughter of pigs in the village before Christmas, and the enemies who tried to escape were all used as live targets for archers, or the objects of cavalry practice purana pursuit, and the dead bodies were everywhere along the path, and the hideous expressions on the faces were unbearable.

The filthy mud on the ground was still scorching hot, gurgling and bubbling with terrifying bubbles, much like the poison stirred by the legendary witch, and the black unidentified objects in several corners continued to burn, and even the leaves and weeds on both sides were roasted by the fire, and they drooped in despair.

The horse let me break the whip and refused to walk over the battlefield, its eyes widened in horror, its nostrils panted violently, it stood still, and it would rather die and fight against the taut reins than give in to its neck, I sighed, patted its bruised neck, and beckoned a soldier to come and lead the horse for me.

Bishop Gaiulius seemed to be stupefied by the scene of the battle just now, and he couldn't help this little white face of Italy, who had grown up in thick scriptures and had never experienced ups and downs, that war was just one of the most evil original sins of mankind, or just a few lines of text on an ancient parchment.

For the first time, he was forced into the carriage by someone else with a bright steel knife, and the scene of blood splashing outside was comparable to that of hell, so frightened that he did not dare to come out, and his pious prayer seemed to have lost the power of legend, God did not come to rescue his believers, perhaps the old man was too busy to find time to help him.

Anyway, when the cart with one wheel was in sight with the Bishop nailed with arrows and broken wheels, I had to stumble through the mountains of corpses on the ground, and every inch of ground under my feet was red with severed limbs, including the white robes of the Templars, a symbol of the purity of the faith.

What a ridiculous irony, I said to myself in my heart, with a look of concern on my face.

"How's the Bishop? Why didn't I see him? ”

Standing on the cleared ground, I shook off my boots in disgust with the stinking black stains, and looked left and right for the Bishop.

"Could it be that the adult is injured, why didn't he protect him?"

The clergyman closest to me waved his hands so busily that he was speechless, and the charge of poor protection was enough for him to spend his life in the penance room of the church.

"The Bishop is changing clothes in the carriage, and the battle just now was fierce, and the clothes of the Lord have been seriously defiled and damaged."

When he said this, I raised my eyebrows in confusion, leaned in front of the carriage, smelled some unspeakable strange smell with my nose, and immediately nodded understandingly, and found a clean place to sit down at a distance upwind, in fact, there was no clean place around at all, there was blood and mud everywhere, only a few shields were discarded indiscriminately in the bushes that could be used as chairs to sit on.

As far as the eye could see, almost every Templar was covered in color, the torn hem of the white robe was dyed with the blood and brains of the enemy in a terrifying color, and some of the little priests in charge of medical care were busy running around with medicine boxes in their hands, enduring the discomfort in their stomachs, and hurried to give medicine to the more seriously injured samurai, while the rest of the people silently stuck to their posts and guarded, letting the blood drip down the wound and not caring about it, like a predator made of King Kong, it was awe-inspiring.

Several priests stood beside the bodies of the victims who were about to be buried with Bibles in their hands, whispering God's teachings and making requiem masses for the souls of the dead.

With the smoke of gunpowder gradually dissipating in the sky, and the desolate chirping of crows flying all the way to the fishy smell, the sound of ethereal prayer for the Bible is extremely clear, the whole scene is solemn and depressing, and the joy of victory cannot be seen on everyone's face, and the soul of the deceased seems to stay in the gray sky, refusing to leave for a long time.

"I've kept you waiting, Lord Earl."

Bishop Gaiulius, who didn't know when to change his clothes, patted me on the shoulder and sighed softly: "Those who have passed away are God's most faithful servants, who defend the faith with their deeds, and the gates of heaven will surely be open to them." ”

I stood up and bowed slightly, and did the same as everyone else, clasped my hands together and prayed silently, winning the praise of the priests around me, and the bishop looked at me with satisfaction, like a parent who learned that his child had scored 100 points in the final exam, and the kindness and appreciation on his face could be seen by the obvious blind.

"It was a miracle from God, who unleashed his wrath and helped us defeat our enemies."

I turned to look at the Bishop, remembering the purgatory-like battlefield just now, and said with a still palpitating face: "Don't worry, Your Excellency, I will definitely investigate the murderer of this sneak attack to the end, and give you a satisfactory explanation, no matter who is behind the instructions, you must bear the responsibility for attacking God's spokesman!" ”

"God's spokesman?"

Bishop Gailius, though frightened by the horrors of the battlefield, has been immersed in the ups and downs of politics for many years, allowing him to quickly find the slightest change in my words.

"I don't quite understand what you mean, Lord Earl, only His Majesty the Pope is the only representative of God in the world, how dare idle people and others trespass."

"Please take a step to speak, Lord Bishop."

I stepped forward and took Bishop Gaiulius by the arm, and the two of us took two steps to the side, the attendants following us at a distance, keeping a certain distance from us, to ensure the privacy of the conversation.

"With all due respect, the oil used in battle to release the wrath of God was found by the alchemists of the court of Nijmegen under an old church, and I think it must have been the embodiment of the bones of a saint, the product of the purest spirit, why did God choose Nijmegen to obtain such a powerful weapon? Why do you walk with us? Why are there enemies sneaking up halfway? Is all this just a coincidence? ”

"In my mind, if I am as humble as I am and will not be able to gain God's favor, then it must be you, the noble lord, the messenger chosen by God, so he will let Nijmegen use the mysterious fire oil to help you save the day, otherwise in a situation like the one just now, even if the god of war is reincarnated, he will be helpless."

"Hehe......"

Bishop Gaiulius bowed his head in displeasure and muttered for a while, calmly and terrifyingly, and replied to me slowly: "You know that if you do not know that the Count of Nijmegen is so devout and devoted to God that he has reached the point of madness, you would have been judged a heretic who was disrespectful to God, and you would have been burned at the stake in shame, and the Count of Nijmegen would have been a small footnote that could not be found in the annals. ”

Started haggling? I sneered in my heart, but my face put on an eager look, like a wronged child, eager to prove my innocence:

"I can assure with my head that everything I say is true, and if it is for my own benefit to put the Bishop in danger, then ask the just God to send down the punishment and make me suffer the lesson I deserve."

After swearing the gambling curse, I peeked at the cloudy and uncertain sky, and I was really a little afraid, although I had already made countless poisonous oaths in my previous life, but it was the first time for a clergyman to say such an oath, so I was still a little bottomless, for fear that a word would come true!

Bishop Gailius looked at me from head to toe, like a shop selling goods in a lattice shop, and I couldn't even see the sign of your underwear, I pretended to look at him calmly, but a nuclear bomb exploded in my heart, and I began to be terrified.

"Why did you swear so much, how could I not believe the pious Count of Nijmegen?"

The protagonist stared at me with a fake look, as if I was willing to curse myself, and had nothing to do with his persecution, and my belly was terrible.

"As grateful for your love and support, the road to Rome is as you can see it, full of hidden mountains and pits, and dark and unpredictable fears."

"With devout faith and faithfulness to God, even thorns everywhere will become smooth paths."

I feel that I am like a stormtrooper who swears to make a fist and show his loyalty, and then he wears five bars and is almost like the captain.

"Nijmegen will always be on the same side as you, because we firmly believe that only a true spokesman of God can save this troubled world on the brink of destruction, and that the Vatican should have changed something at the turn of the millennium."

(End of chapter)