When the Knights Templar began to retreat from the battlefield in a regular manner, the rebel generals and several nobles saw that the army on Wren's side had a clear retreat, but they were not too sure that Wren was the best at seizing opportunities and creating them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Suppressing the throbbing in their hearts, they continued to direct the army to encircle and encroach on the Templar Order that had not yet had time to break away from the battlefield.

With a clear numerical superiority, soldiers of the Tails family continued to fall, and Templars were stabbed to death. Especially after the knight group left the battlefield, it lost its effective mobile force to assist the rebels from the side, and the small infantry group that Wren had immediately doubled the pressure. The rebel knights ran, knocking and stabbing from the edge with the force of inertia, forcing the Templars' defensive circle to shrink smaller and smaller.

By this time, the Templars who had left the battlefield still had no desire to turn back, and Wren actually began to turn his horse's head, as if ready to flee at any moment. Having lost hope of victory and besieged into an island by a flood of enemies, the Templars shrank into a circle, struggling to resist attacks from all sides. People are constantly injured, dragged into the circle by the people behind, and the strength of resistance is getting weaker and weaker, and I don't know when they will be broken through the defenses and completely overwhelmed by the tide.

Seeing that Wren was about to escape, Sico commanded the cavalry to take the lead in highlighting his own camp and chased after Wren's flank. He rode his horse to the front of the center, and his crazy face had melted a trace of calm. Wren brought him too much hatred and shame, and Wren was like a clever hunter who toyed with them and was led around the jungle by Wren's nose. The gap brought about by this kind of IQ is more uncomfortable than being slapped by others, and being slapped by others is at most because you are not strong enough, as long as you exercise seriously, there will always be a strong day.

However, the gap in IQ is far from being able to make up for the defects by exercising the day after tomorrow.

He was the wounded beast, and now, the hunter had carelessly lost his hand, and it was his turn to start playing with his might.

Watching the cavalry rush out of the military formation, Kazari was only stunned for a moment, he gritted his teeth, and kept urging the soldiers to keep pressing forward, and even rushed to the front of the military formation himself. The deeds of those in high positions will always be an example to those who are lowly, and the morale of the rebels reached its peak in an instant, and waves rushed like a tidal wave on the tightly defended Templar Order. The Templars were unanimous in their outward movements, holding their irises aloft, and when completely surrounded by enemy forces, they seemed to have lost their desire to win, thinking only of defense rather than attack.

At this moment, if you look at the ground from the air, you can clearly see that the entire rebel army has been torn apart by the advance of Siko and Kazari, and it is no longer possible to maintain tactical unity.

Wren, who was on a horse in the distance, smiled slightly, and he raised his hand to point at Sico, who was in hot pursuit.

Sico was paying attention to Wren's movements all the time, he was stunned at first, and then angry, to such a point, what do you still want to do? Scare me? Sico's face was motled with crazy killing intent, and there was still a little inexplicable pleasure and regret in his eyes, maybe this is the mentality of a victor? Raising his thumb down, he made a throat-cutting motion, raised the long sword in his hand, twisted his wrist and slapped the sword on the horse's buttocks, and the war horse jumped forward in pain, three points faster.

At this moment, Sarcomo, who was far behind the rebels as a mobile force, also put down his mask, and the knights behind him moved in unison, and they looked like elite knights. Sarcomo raised his hand to the battlefield, and a faint word "kill" burst out, and the two knights beside him raised their spears and galloped on their horses. With these two people as the tips, the entire group of knights formed a triangular chiseling formation and rushed to the battlefield in an instant.

Wren's raised hand slowly lowered, and the retreating Templars drew a semicircle not far in front of him, with Thor and the other two Templars as the core, forming a standard chiseled charge formation, charging towards the battlefield again.

Sico shouted arrogantly, "Fight to the death? This trick is useless to us, brothers work harder, everyone will be rewarded for defeating them!"

The two cavalry clusters collided violently, and in an instant, the Knights Templar led by Thor were like a red-hot butter knife, easily inserting into the rebels' knightly cluster along the center line he was aiming at. All kinds of powerful auras covered the entire battlefield uncontrollably, and the Templars, who originally seemed to be vulnerable, were as hard as a wall, instantly breaking away the knight clusters that had chiseled through the rebels. This sudden change did not give Sicoe even time to react, and he was greeted by a knight's spear. The tip of the gun had a faint whistle, and before it could poke his body, the wind pressure ruffled his hair.

The smugness and arrogance in his eyes still lingered on the cornea, and fear grew from the depths of his pupils. He panicked and wanted to use his sword to block, but he was not a high-ranking knight after all, nor was he a swordsman. The blade of the sword shattered when it touched the tip of the spear, and the tip of the spear, which was slightly off-angle, stabbed into his shoulder. He only heard a bang, and the tiger's mouth holding the sword was shattered, and blood immediately gushed out, wetting the palm of his hand. The slippery and numb palm could no longer hold the long sword, and the long sword fell to the ground in response. His whole body was also stabbed upside down and flew out, and the body of the spear that pierced through the shoulder had a huge force, provoking him high.

He could even see the cold eyes of the knight less than five meters away from him, who sat on horseback and stood up violently with his feet on his feet, the tip of his spear hanging downward, and he thrust it into the ground. The sheer force made the tip of the spear pierce the ground in an instant, but at the same time, the power of the return caused the knight's spear to expand and explode directly from it, and Sico screamed and was crucified to the ground. The inflated body of the gun burst into his shoulder socket, half of his shoulder was blown out of a large hole, and even the lobes of his lungs in his broken chest could be seen shrinking.

In a matter of seconds, the Templars passed by him, and in a very short period of time, the cluster of knights led by Sicoe became a big joke.

At the same time, Sarcomo's chiseled formation was like a sharp scalpel, piercing the entire rebel formation in the panic and angry curses and inexplicable eyes of the rebels. These elite knights possess a fighting will and quality that is not weaker than that of the Templars, and they are all real elites who use money to pile up one in a hundred, and they are the most terrifying tactical force on the battlefield.

Uvel turned back in horror and looked at the arrogant figure standing in front of the camp, his mind blank.

At this point, if he still doesn't understand what happened, he can really die. The corners of his mouth were whitish spit, he raised his long sword high, and roared loudly, "Fight back! Fight back! Sarcomo has defected!", Kazari was also like being doused with ice water on his face, his face instantly turned pale, he urged the soldiers to turn around the formation to defend against the gouge from behind, but he didn't expect that the Templars, who were almost unable to hold out in his eyes, suddenly seemed to be possessed by gods.

A fat man jumped high from the circle, and Kazari looked at the figure in horror, the sun was behind him, and he was like a god of war falling from the sky. The fat man held two huge war hammers in his hands, and the cold light in his eyes was more dazzling than the sun, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

With a bang, the "God of War" jumped out of the circle formation and landed in the formation of the rebels, the huge impact force made the ground crack inch by inch, and the rebels around him staggered as if they were drunk, unable to stand on their feet, and fell to the ground. The "God of War" wielded the war hammer in his hand almost unstoppable, and every time he swung the war hammer, whether it was blocked or not, the rebel soldiers would be smashed out with their weapons, twisted into a strange angle in mid-air, coughing up blood and falling to the ground convulsively. The Templars also erupted at once, singing hymns one by one, fearless of life and death as they swept the battlefield like a meat grinder.

The rebels who had been disrupted by the distance and the formation switched between attack and defense in the blink of an eye, and they didn't even have time to react.

In just ten minutes, it seems like a year has passed on the battlefield. As Thor wielded his sword bloodied and split the last enemy in front of him in half, he saw Sarcomo. Nodding slightly, he pulled the reins and led the knights to turn around again, raising his sword obliquely like a horn, and the whole group was actually inserted into the entire rebel camp again, once again running through the entire battlefield!

The situation changed so quickly that the rebels didn't understand what was going on, and they were stunned for a moment. On the battlefield, a second of distraction often means death! Two elite cavalry kept rushing back and forth, and the rebel army of more than 20,000 people immediately collapsed, running around like headless flies. There were shouts and shouts on all sides, a symphony of death, and they didn't know where the road was, where to go.

"So you're here!", the sweaty "God of War" brightened his eyes, raised his war hammer and threw it at Kazari, who rolled and crawled to avoid the vital point, but couldn't dodge his legs. Both legs were smashed to pieces under the hammer of the war hammer, hanging from his body like two bloody cloth bands. He crawled into the distance with his hands propped up, trying to escape from the demonic fat man.

Wren smiled and looked at the entire battlefield as if he were watching a grand opera, his eyes flashing with a hint of red, and his chin raised arrogantly.

Sarcomo laughed triumphantly as he looked at the rebels, who had been completely divided and constantly being strangled by the Templars.

The laughter was full of pride, full of excitement.

It is said that once the success will be ten thousand bones, without the death and bloodshed of these people, how can a merchant transform into a noble glorious status?

A businessman is a businessman after all, how can he become a nobleman without earth-shattering achievements?

Let this blood crown him!(To be continued.) )