The Republic's highland horses are very good, and if they are replaced by Turman's horses, they may already need to rest. But these tall horses live in extremely harsh conditions, and have excellent physical strength and strong physique, and the long journey is not a chore for them. On the frozen plateau, in order to maintain the temperature of their bodies, these highland war horses often run for most of the day, and only rest in a leeward grass nest at night.

Seeing that the team of horses in the distance was already visible, Marcus ordered everyone to open the safety bolts of the muskets, check the bullets, and clean the boring guns. He estimated the speed and time, and in thirty minutes at most he would be within the effective range of the musket. With an icy smile on his face, he asked for the heads of those men to sacrifice Brian's soul.

Suddenly, the horse under his seat lost its balance in the process of galloping, his eyes glared at the boss, and the moment he fell off the horse, he saw two javelins hidden in the grass, and a steel rope was tied between the javelins.

When people run fast, they often only need the slightest resistance, which interferes with the process of lifting their feet to landing their feet, and people will lose their balance and fall to the ground. This kind of interference does not need to be very strong, nor does it need to be of high intensity, as long as it can interfere to the slightest extent, it can make a difference.

The rope just pulled the front hooves of the war horse, and the center of gravity had moved forward with the run, but the front hooves could not step away.

In order to prevent Marcus from being trampled by the horse's hooves, the warriors behind him tightened their reins and bypassed that place. But the rope is not only one or two meters long, nor is there only one. A succession of horses fell to the ground in the sprint, and the knights were tossed high and swept out by a great inertia.

At this moment, the surrounding grass suddenly shook, and Marcus roared dizzily, "Enemy attack!"

Dozens of javelins burst out of the grass with a whining whistle, and the knights, who were still sitting on their horses, in disbelief, fell from their horses in disarray. Someone reacted quickly and avoided this round of javelin attacks. But there are always people who react slowly, and there are always people whose brains can't turn, and they are pierced through their bodies by one or two javelins and taken out.

The Templars were given the bonus of the Power Oath and became Hercules, and their javelins were thrown at lightning speed and force that they could not resist. Even if you block, you will be knocked off the horse head-on.

A second round of javelins flew at Marcus in his eyes, and he pounced on the warrior next to him. With two aggressive sounds, two slightly trembling javelins were already inserted in the place where the two of them were standing. Marcus's mind went blank for a moment, why the javelin? Why not bullets? How many years has the javelin been obsolete a long time ago? Since the invention of the fire [harmony] medicine weapon, the javelin and the bow and arrow have been swept into the dustbin of history.

Of course, it's not that no one continues to use it, but who in the regular army would use this kind of thing? It also had to do with the fact that he didn't ask about the situation in a fit of rage, all he knew was that a group of people besieged Brian in order to get the title, and then a small nobleman named Rosie snatched Brian's head.

If he knew that Rossi was a member of the Church, if he knew that Rossi was carrying a Templar, perhaps he would hesitate.

The power of the Church is not as weak as ordinary people think, and the Republic has been attacked by the Church assassination.

But it's too late to say that.

A third round of javelins flew out of the shaking grass, followed by fully armed and chainmail-clad Templars. They wore knightly helmets and could not see their faces clearly, but they all held two-handed swords in their hands, and several of them carried heavy one-handed weapons, warhammers.

In the face of the soldiers of the Republic who were only wearing cotton uniforms, they would absolutely not be able to resist the killing and damage of these weapons.

On the contrary, bullets do have lethal power on chain mail, but this lethality is not as great as imagined. If the angle is not suitable, the chain mail will bite these bullets, unless several guns are shooting at the same target at the same time, using the huge stopping effect and impact force to inflict internal injuries on the knight wearing the chain mail.

Marcus rolled over and raised the musket on his back, took a simple aim, and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew out in a burst of fire and a loud noise, swirling and burrowing into the chain mail of a knight who was still striding forward, but his body was stagnant. Before Marcus could rejoice, the knight used his strong waist to move his upper body back and continue to charge.

Hell, this is the most elite knight!

Strong body with a strong will!

The gray curtain hanging from his chest is embroidered with a white cross, this is the Templars of the Church of the Light?

Marcus gritted his teeth and roared loudly, "Shoot, shoot, shoot the fastest, back away, distance, don't fight them!"

The Golden Legion has a high ranking in the Republic and has always been the main army of Pyleus, making indelible contributions to Bilus's warlord path. With each expansion, the best soldiers are sent to the Golden Legion, a veritable powerhouse.

The soldiers were very obedient to orders, and as soon as Marcus said this, they began to retreat, shooting as they retreated. There were always a few lucky bullets that pierced through the chain mail, but they couldn't stop the Templars from having such a "holy son" as Rosie, whose healing skills played a key role, once a knight was wounded, he would run over with a dagger, and roughly dig out the bullet and perform a healing technique, these knights, who were supposed to be injured and incapacitated, once again jumped up alive.

Having lost their greatest support, Marcus's men had no choice but to retreat.

When the knights rushed to where Marcus had been, they drew their javelins from the ground and fired another round of projectiles.

One by one, their comrades fell on the grassland, and the piercing damage of the javelin did not make people die immediately for a while, but they were greeted by the severed heads.

In just ten minutes, there were only a dozen people left in the team of fifty people.

How can you fight like this?

Of course, this is not to say that the Templars could still be the protagonists of war, in fact, when the two armies faced each other, a dense salvo of artillery and muskets was enough to eliminate the Templars within range. But this is not a battlefield, there are no thousands of soldiers raising their guns to fire a volley, there is no artillery rage, and there is such an open presence as Rossi, which leads to a one-sided battle.

When Alexander rushed in front of Marcus, he was followed by only a dozen people. It has to be said that Marcus and his soldiers are indeed elite, even in the face of the Templars, they can still shoot calmly, and they do not collapse after a large number of casualties.

Alexander kicked Marcus, who was changing bullets, and stabbed his sword downward, stabbing him in the heart.

Looking at the tip of the sword that was getting closer and closer, Marcus's heart almost jumped out of his chest, and Marcus's whole body was paralyzed by fear, and he couldn't use his strength. He looked at Marcus's figure calmly, and his heart suddenly felt very peaceful.

I don't know if Brian ended up being the same as he is now, with no joy, no sorrow, only peace.

It's too arrogant, so many people go deep into the enemy's territory, there is no intelligence, no sentinels, they are blindly ambushed, and they are caught off guard.

If you were a little more careful...... , no, there was no way to be careful, there were not enough people, there was not enough knowledge of the enemy, and the battle was actually lost from the beginning.

Lost in the spirit of the will.

Why couldn't we just calm down in the first place? Just like we do now, think calmly instead of making decisions blindly?

A frighteningly young man walked into Marcus' dying vision, holding a bloodstained dagger in his hand, and his indifferent eyes made Marcus dare not meet his gaze.

Maybe they won't even leave their names for themselves in the country, and if they don't follow orders and kill so many soldiers, they will definitely not let themselves be martyrs, and they won't be heroes. The files of his life are shredded and flushed down the sewers, where they are accompanied by the stinky rats in the stinking gutters.

It was a short moment, but it was also a long time, and a huge force picked him up from the ground and threw him out, and after a few rolls, he gasped for breath as he watched one of his brothers be pinned to the ground by the greatsword's chest.

"Escape...... Escape back and get revenge!"

Marcus ran without looking back, mounted a war horse, and ran without daring to turn back, until he ran to the border line and crossed the border.

He looked at his hands covered in sweat, and asked himself in confusion, revenge...... Is it?