On the battlefield between the Varking Empire and the Third Reich of Lonnesia.

A whole day passed, and the bloody battle lasted until dusk.

The two sides had another day of fighting today, and seeing that the sky was getting dark, the Varkings saw that the other side had not organized a new attack, and it seemed that they were preparing to withdraw their troops.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of violent horses' hooves on the hillside on the side of the battlefield, and the Varkings panicked, where did the cavalry come from?

Due to the geographical reasons, the Varking people have many mountains in the country, and there is little flat land, so it is not cost-effective to form a large-scale cavalry force, and because of the lack of grasslands, it is also very difficult to domesticate horses.

Their elite legions are all mountain infantry wearing leather armor who can cross mountains and mountains and appear unexpectedly in a corner of the battlefield, holding two-handed swords, and running at an astonishing speed.

Their opponent, the Third Reich of Lonnesia, was the same, except that the main force was a phalanx of heavy infantry wearing heavy armor, wrapped in iron armor, and holding a spear of about two meters.

The countries on the continent with cavalry as the main force, except for the group of barbarians on the easternmost steppe, are only ......

A whole group of well-trained white-clothed cavalry rushed out of the hillside, and under the cover of the magical clouds, everyone ignored the side slope.

Everyone on the battlefield was stunned, there had never been such a crazy tactic in the known battle examples. The cavalry had apparently been lying in ambush on the side of the hill for a long time, and at this moment they were rushing down the near-vertical slope with their horses.

This white light cavalry legion, from head to toe, even the horses are pure white, there is no doubt that this kind of light cavalry can be used as a standard guard of honor in other countries, and there is only one one, that is, the gathering place of continental wealth, the Pope State.

The Vartins could not believe that someone would hide their cavalry regiment so close to the battlefield, and be indifferent to the sight of their infantry being locked in a bitter battle, isolated, and even slaughtered in large areas.

This cavalry became the key to turning the tide of the battle, and the forces on both sides were no longer able to fight, and the Vargents had to transfer the two light infantry regiments that were responsible for guarding in front of their tents into the battlefield.

On a nearby hill, in a tent, a man who was not expected by both warring sides appeared here.

At night, several tents were filled with a solemn atmosphere, and the soldiers in black spread out their equipment on the table, and opened the heavy iron box they had brought with them.

Each chest was filled with strange contraptions, densely packed with magical runes that made people dizzy.

Outside the tent, the soldiers set up a small power unit to facilitate the staff officers inside, and at this moment the power unit was running at full speed, and those strange devices began to sketch words on the paper.

Another group of officers flipped through the codebooks under the lamp, interpreting the important information contained in them into words, and everything went on in an orderly manner.

There was the occasional sound of heavy breathing outside the tent, and several well-trained soldiers guarded the door, and it seemed that no one wanted to get any closer to the tent unless they fell.

"The infantry divisions on the Varking front are already showing fatigue in today's engagement, and it seems that they will not be able to hold out for long."

"The Monchi Legion of the Third Reich is already less than fifteen miles from the front line of the battlefield."

"According to our spy team, the casualties rate of the Third and Fourth Vargents have exceeded 30 percent. The First Army has suffered a devastating blow today, and there is no need to rebuild it at all. ”

"It seems that there is no suspense in this war." The middle-aged man flipped through the information in his hand with one hand and held a cup of coffee in the other.

"Yes, Holy See." A female attendant next to her took the coffee pot from the table and poured new coffee for the man in front of her.

In this world, the only one who dares to call it the Holy See is the one in the center of the city of Philemerald, and even the person in charge of the Varking Church does not dare to call himself the Holy See.

When it comes to the Pope, it is always easy to think of a kind old man, but this man does not look more than forty years old, and he does not have a kind face at all, and his eyebrows and eyes reveal a gloomy and solemn appearance, which makes people shudder.

The current Pope, Roderick Borgia, also known as Borgia II, is also known as the "Iron Pope".

This man is far from the previous popes, and he is also the youngest pope so far.

It is said that the current pope is said to be poor in religious attainments, but his military ability is quite outstanding, and his style of conduct is extremely iron-fisted, and it is known as the "Bloody July" from this person.

In any other era, such a person would probably have become a general, a butcher, a conspirator, but he would never have become a pope.

But today's papal state needs such people, and only such people, can cope with the complex and strange situation now.

While we were talking, the fighting on the battlefield continued.

The light cavalry legions of the Papal States did not carry the standard knightly sword, or knightly spears like the heavy cavalry, but pulled out a crossbow from behind them.

The light knights raised their crossbows and fired wildly at the opposing phalanx of light infantry, especially the officers in the middle of the ranks, the light cavalry was born to be the nemesis of light infantry, and this time was no exception.

At the moment when the two sides were about to engage the enemy, they immediately scattered, turned around and rushed to both sides of the battlefield.

At first, the Vargents thought that the camp had been bombed, or that something else had happened, until they saw a long black line in the distance, which was not a line, but a black heavy cavalry corps.

However, at this time, the Varking light infantry corps had already opened a gap with the heavy infantry, and most of the officers were hit by crossbow arrows and suffered heavy casualties.

In a moment of hesitation, the two black and white lines of the heavy cavalry and the light infantry intertwined and turned blood red.

The outcome of the war was undoubted, and the consequences of rushing into the phalanx of light infantry, dominated by sabers, two-handed swords, with the impact of heavy cavalry, could be imagined.

Like tearing a piece of bread, the entire phalanx of light infantry was submerged under the horse's hooves, and the knights were more like a sharp knife, cutting through the infantry phalanx of the Varkings in an instant, and the twenty thousand light infantry, except for a few lucky ones, nearly eighteen thousand people went from battle to destruction, in less than twenty minutes.

If it weren't for the heavy infantry phalanx raising their spears to re-stabilize the defensive line, the battle would have ended a month early.

"What do you think, Winnie?" The Pope did not turn to his staff, but to his attendants.

Winnie shook her head, did not speak, took the cup from the Pope's hand, spilled the cold coffee inside the outside of the tent, and returned to replace the cup with warm coffee and handed it back to the Pope.

"I don't understand war, what do you need me to do, you can tell me." Winnie said as she put the coffee pot back in place and turned her back to the Pope.

"You're too modest, Winnie, where is he now?" The staff officers in the tent knew that the Pope's face must not be asking him, as if everyone had not heard it.

"He just entered the territory of the Hunyadi family yesterday, and he should have arrived at the castle by now." Winnie didn't ask much who the Pope was referring to as "he", and the two seemed to know each other.

"Didn't our people continue to follow?" The Pope seemed to have some doubts.

"There were some accidents, and there were ...... The Count seems to be a little ...... towards us now"

"I see, it's not your fault, no matter what, he should come back, and he can only come back."

"Yes, I know, it's his fate."

"I don't believe in fate, this is the path I arranged for him, and he can only take this road." The Pope patted his coat and stood up, lifted the curtain and walked out.

"In that case, let's go back to Fei Lengcui and wait for him."