Inexplicably, the soldiers who were following Gabriel suddenly felt that fatigue was leaving their bodies, and a special current of heat was raging in their bodies, clearing out the negative influences. The sword and shield in his hand also became lighter, and the slightest swing could bring a howl of wind that tore through the air.

They looked at Gabriel's broad back, and suddenly a different kind of light appeared in their eyes.

Gabriel's mind was also blank, he looked at the swarming enemies in front of him, a flash of light flashed in his mind like a meteor, he jerked his left foot, exaggeratedly raised his knee to the level of his chin, and then stomped down hard.

The air flow around him suddenly converged on him, and the moment the soles of his feet came into contact with the ground, the air currents dispersed in an instant. More than a dozen cracks cracked in the moist earth, and a circle of fan-shaped ripples suddenly swayed, and people turned on their backs wherever they went. Looking at the frightened looks of those Jetters, Gabriel's heart was extraordinarily calm. He clenched the two-handed sword in his hand and roared, "Kill!"

The soldiers who followed him were so demoralized that they responded and charged into the enemy line with him.

Whether it is a legion battle or an ordinary hand-to-hand battle, as long as it is a cold weapon war, the victory or defeat often depends on the handful of people who are at the forefront of the enemy. As long as there is a 10% battle loss rate, the elite team that has always been in the Cold Weapon Era can be defeated. Weaker teams with low morale often have an unstoppable rout with a 5% battle loss rate.

Gabriel was like a deadly nail that was driven directly into the heart of the other party.

The first man turned and fled, alarming the hesitant people in the back row, and looking at the Yeruts who were getting closer and closer, they also turned and ran away without any military regulations.

The crowding and lack of effective means to convey orders made the Jetters in the rear unaware of what was happening, and they could only see the soldiers in front of them squeezing towards them desperately.

People are strange creatures, they like to be greedy for small gains, greedy for life and afraid of death, and often selfish. Faced with the scene at this moment, many people's first thought is not to go up, but to run first, and must not fall behind.

The first person to flee was like the first domino to be pushed into the domino, which immediately triggered a chain reaction, and the rout of one phalanx led to the rout of the entire flank, and the rout of the flank affected the determination of the Chinese army.

When Commander Jettel was a little distraught by this sudden change, it was precisely because he did not react in the first place that more soldiers lost the courage to confront the Jeruts.

Forty or fifty thousand people were embarrassed by a small group of Jeruts who were pushed by the back of the ass for more than ten miles, and threw them into Jettle's face, which also greatly increased the prestige of Yelut.

After the war, the commander of the thousand men found Gabriel and asked him to meet with the generals, and it is said that he also found many people.

Gabriel gasped for breath and trotted to the rear of the group, not even having time to change his clothes. He was wearing armor with several holes poked on his body, and his exposed skin was covered with dark red and dry blood, and thick blood was still slowly dripping from the cracks of the heavy armor.

The general stood up as soon as he saw him and greeted him directly.

"How's it going, are you hurt, my hero!", the general laughed, and in front of the commander and the commander, he put his arm around Gabriel's shoulders affectionately, and rubbed his bright blonde hair vigorously. "I saw the end from the beginning, you are the first to take the lead in this war, and I will fight for you to get the promotion order. ”

Gabriel was not accustomed to the intimacy of this general, who had no friendship on weekdays and seemed a little strange at this time, he laughed awkwardly twice, hiding the vagaries in his heart, "I suffered a small injury, but fortunately, with the help of Pastor Olma, my wound has healed." He lifted his clothes, revealing three penetrating wounds on his waist and abdomen, the pink muscles like some kind of efficient adhesive, sticking the two sides of the wound tightly together.

The general took a closer look, nodded slightly, and showed a look of appreciation in his eyes, "Yes, there is no scar on the back except for the wound that penetrates it." ”

In normal battles, most of the wounded areas are concentrated in the front, unless someone behind them defects, or flees from the battle, a qualified warrior should not have any direct scars on his back.

After speaking, the general was still unsatisfied, "He is indeed a good soldier." ”

After he finished speaking, he returned to his exclusive position, and it was okay to mingle with his soldiers, but more often than not, he needed to keep a certain distance. Distance can produce a sense of strangeness, but it can also produce awe. These blood-licking warriors with the goal of killing will never be in awe of a general who has no fight, and that will not only not convince them, but will only provoke their ambition to replace them.

"Can you tell me, and everyone in this room, what happened in the end?"

His expression became serious, and he watched the battle on a slightly undulating slope, and he found that at the last critical moment, Gabriel was even more courageous, tearing apart the opposing legions in an impossible manner, and struck the opponent with fear, thus triggering the rout of the Jettels.

Gabriel thought for a long time and shook his head, "I don't know it myself, it's just that suddenly there are some more things in my head, and then I put these things into reality, that's all!"

In the corner of the tent, an inconspicuous man in a white cloak stepped forward and lifted his hood, revealing the face of an ordinary middle-aged man. He looked Bai Jialie up and down, and after a while, he smiled and said, "This is a gift from the Father, you have comprehended the battle qi, congratulations!"

Fighting spirit?

The general was slightly stunned, and the man seemed to see the general's doubts, and explained to him: "War spirit is a special power that God the Father has given to his people, and this power has an unrivaled prospect, and the purer and more pious the faith, the greater the power. You know the leader of Michael, and he also has the spirit of war. ”

Speaking of Michael, almost everyone gasped.

More than 2,000 people wiped out each other's close to three legions, and it was no longer possible to simply embellish it with strength. Nearly every knight of the Knights of Light had killed more than ten enemies, and if it weren't for the fact that the Jettels were too few in number and retreated too decisively in that battle, perhaps that number would have been even more exaggerated.

After a blink of an eye, there was a kind of intention in everyone's eyes.

There is no reason why Gabriel, a big man who can't even read a few words, can master this magnificent power, and these elites can't master it.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the priest, who smiled and sat down on the floor with his skirt up, "I'll tell you first, what is the Father!"

The constant mastery of the battle spirit in successive battles made the war more pleasant, and Tostai invited a cardinal to accompany the army.

The Ten Heads of Good were no longer the only ten cardinals, and the addition of Mira brought about a beneficial change within the Church, and the first apostles united and formed a group, and Mira and others also formed a denomination. Mira is only an archbishop, in order to balance the forces within the church, and also for the church to be more stable at this stage, Rossi deliberately released two places, and promoted two new cardinals from the apostles, so that they can unite around Mira.

This time, he came with the army, one of the cardinals at Mira's side.

Tostai had two very different attitudes and emotions towards the awakening of the soldiers in the army, one was ecstatic, and it was a great encouragement for him as a mortal to be able to master the power that only a god could grasp without the blessing of the gods themselves. The second is the fear that these soldiers, after they have power, will they be content with the status quo, or will they want to change something, or even oppose his decision.

The cardinal taught Tostai a good lesson, solving the problems that plagued him, but at the same time brought him new ones.

He finally realized the terrible nature of the Church, and if the cardinal's words could make these soldiers, who had become unfathomable in Tostoy's eyes, willing to bow down to his commands, what if their pope made these people stand up against him Tostai?

These people are like a poison, knowing that it is highly poisonous, but it makes people want to stop.

Strong combat power and those bizarre group abilities are simply born for war.

As a commander who aspires to the entire Southern Regions, this is a temptation he can't refuse.

Since there is no way to refuse, it is better to sink yourself into it.

This is Tostai's solution.

It's stupid, but it works.

That is, of course, if he can climb high enough in the church.