Looking at the temporary positions set up by the enemy on the high ground, Baines felt a little headache, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally caught!

The past few days of chasing and racing have been an unpleasant march for the Templar Order's lieutenant commander, with unfamiliar jungles, complex environments, and jungle hunters skilled in assassination, all of which have caused a lot of trouble for the army led by Baines.

What's more important is to follow Gehr and his party into the old forest, causing them to enter the primeval jungle where there is no hope for the rear, and the customary local requisition skills are useless at all, to this day, the supplies they brought with Baines are almost consumed, and if they can't catch up, they can only go home, otherwise there is no telling how many people can return to Eeriblock, which will not be very good for the end of Baines himself.

But today is the end of it.

As an experienced commander, he did not directly let the soldiers who were a little tired from the rush directly attack, but let them rest first, eat something to recuperate, and he himself found a relatively high place to carefully inspect the site that was about to become a battlefield.

Observing the terrain of the battlefield, Baines soon discovered a big problem - the venue for the final battle chosen by the prey he was tracking was too bad for those of them from the Wayne Islands.

Because of the environment and the fact that they have been fighting in the tropical jungle of the island all year round, most of the soldiers in the church are short and thin in size, which has a good advantage in the complex terrain environment of the jungle. But if you fight head-on, then the power will be greatly reduced.

Gehr's chosen high ground sits right in the middle of a sunken valley, dividing the valley into two flatlands that are not connected to the left and right. The valley was flanked on both sides by towering cliffs, and if Bynes tried to make a detour from the side, he would inevitably be subjected to a condescending onslaught from the cavalry from above the heights, which would be a disaster for any marching team.

So climb over the ridges on the side, and go around the rear of the highlands without passing through the valleys?

Baines looked at the height of the mountain walls on both sides and shook his head, who knows how much time it will take to climb the road, and what he lacks most now is time.

That's only the positive hard coming.

Observed the state of the defenses above the high ground. It can be seen that although it seems a little simple because of the rush of time, it is still very orderly, and the location has been used to the limit under limited conditions. Bynes thinks that if it were him, he would probably be able to do this.

But according to the intelligence, these enemies are just a combination of villagers and scattered mercenaries, how can they show such a level?

Could it be that the intelligence was wrong, or was there a regular army joining them?

As a qualified general. Bynes never believed in flukes. He immediately guessed that it might be the remnants of the Haysting's regular army that had been scattered before, and some of them might have joined them, and there might even be high-ranking officers.

Baines immediately ordered all the scouts to be released and searched all along the high ground to make sure that there would be no surprise enemy from the flanks.

After careful examination by the scouts sent by Baines except for the highlands, Baines was finally sure that his enemies were only those on the highlands.

"The whole team!"

The soldiers, who had been resting for a while, immediately took up their weapons and came to the bottom of the high ground, roughly forming a formation.

Bynes looked at his five hundred or so soldiers, and then at the generally gray heads behind the low walls on the high ground, and suddenly his confidence overflowed his chest.

What if the location is advantageous? The soldiers of the Church of Slarkna have always been fanatical and fearless. Under the oppression of absolute superiority, the winner of this battle must be my Lord Bynes!

The deputy head of the Knights Templar thought. He is also convinced of this.

Of course, the casualties of those soldiers had been subconsciously ignored by him. In the Slarkna Church, this kind of low-level soldiers are not carefully selected and cultivated members of the Knights, they are always just consumables, and the significance to the upper echelons of the church is only the size of the number, anyway, no matter how much they lose and then run to the territory covered by the church, as soon as they are gathered, they will spring up like mushrooms after a rain.

......

As the disorganized Church soldiers began to prepare for the attack, Gehr, as the commander of the group, rode his horse to the front of the line, a command that was strictly forbidden in the non-commissioned officer course gave great courage to those who had been civilians only a few days ago.

"Tell the distance!" asked the hunter hiding in the observation post as the church soldiers began to attack.

"100 meters!"

"Steady!" shouted Gehr, riding his horse back and forth at the front of the formation so that everyone could see him, his absolute confidence in himself made him not care that he was the target of those enemies, and this seemingly reckless heroism made the recruits feel less nervous.

"80 meters!"

"Ready to shoot!" Gel held the shield in his left hand, and Epheros in his right hand tapped the shield hard. "The militia help raise their shields to defend, don't be pinned by stray arrows!"

"50 meters!" the third number was announced, which was also the sound of the battle.

"Shoot!

Puff puff......

The dense arrows pierced the air and rained down on the heads of the church soldiers who had already begun to charge, and the church soldiers who were running in front of them flipped on their backs, and more than a dozen church soldiers immediately fell to the ground, but the other church soldiers were not affected in any way, and continued to pounce without hesitation, and the short distance of fifty meters did not delay much time at all.

Gehr shot the fastest church soldiers, and Lerma came behind the first line of defense, "Hunter back and start firing freely!"

The hunters began to retreat, and after a certain distance, they began to stick arrows into the ground in front of them—so that they could take their arrows more quickly.

"Lay down the spear!"

The village chief from Blue Leaf Village, as the commander-in-chief of the militia team, gave the order and brandished his sword to inspire the militiamen: "Lower your body. As you have learned, bow your head and hold your weapons tightly. Don't hesitate, don't be afraid, stab the garbage when you see it coming up, and remember, it's for your family!"

The encouraged militiamen leaned out from behind the low wall, their long weapons stretched out, their hateful eyes fixed on the approaching church soldiers.

"Twenty meters!" the hunter at the outpost also ran out of his hiding spot. Trotting all the way to the back of the team, it also means the arrival of an all-out close-quarters engagement.

"Never retreat!" shouted Geer.

"Kill!"

"For the sake of the family!"

The next moment. Steel and flesh collided, and the sound pierced the sky.

......

Seeing his first-row soldiers easily stabbed to the ground, Baines was not in the slightest, if these enemies could not even do this. It wouldn't have been with him for so many days. As for the losses......

Is this a loss?

Because of the year-round stay on the island, the humid weather there is not conducive to the maintenance of long-range weapons such as bows and arrows, and the soldiers of the Church of Bow and Arrow are better at using blowguns, so there are very few soldiers in the team who have bows and arrows, and they cannot fight each other in terms of long-range attacks.

However, Baines never thought about who could shoot the distance accurately.

Sure enough, he soon saw the result he wanted—as if they were not afraid of life and death, the church soldiers rushed forward one after another, and when a row of people died, they went up another row. It went on like a raging tide, and finally after ten minutes of fighting. The militiamen began to retreat unsupportively.

"Almost. Baines muttered to himself. The deputy head of the Order waved his hand and made a gesture, and the one hundred and fifty knights of the Knights Templar, who had not moved since the beginning of the battle, began to move, and the sound of the hooves of a man and a horse was still clearly audible amid the earth-shattering shouts of killing.

This is the ultimate decisive battle.

Bynes never put the hope of victory on the lowly soldiers, in his eyes, these church soldiers are just bait to lure the other party to show their flaws, and whenever he finds the opportunity, he will use the thunderous attack to deal the opponent with a fatal blow and reap the final fruits of victory.

Suddenly, the church soldiers at the front fell to the ground one after another, and a small cavalry team shouted high slogans and cut into the battlefield from the side, and the invincible slashed the church soldiers who rushed to the front to the ground, like a sharp blade that splits the flow of water, sharp and unstoppable.

Suddenly, the high ground resounded with the excited cheers of the refugees.

Faced with his own unfavorable situation, Baines showed a smug smile, and his gesture changed, pointing forward, and the entire knights began to speed up!

......

From the very beginning of the battle, Gehr waited with his cavalry in the flanks and rear of the battlefield.

He knew very well that the most threatening enemy was not the death-defying church soldiers in front of him, but the enemy cavalry who stayed quietly high underground, but the murderous aura was strong enough to affect the senses.

At this time, Gehr and Baines had exactly the same thoughts, and both regarded each other as the biggest opponent in the fight. In the face of prey, Gehr can also maintain patience, like a seasoned hunter waiting for the moment when his prey makes a mistake.

Unfortunately, in the end, he had to make a change.

Because the militia couldn't hold on.

In terms of combat effectiveness, the generally trained militiamen are no worse than these indiscriminate native soldiers, who have no point of protrusion except for courage; in terms of fighting spirit, these native soldiers are ferocious and not afraid of death, but they are also full of hatred and will to protect their families, and they will never be inferior to these invaders; in terms of geographical advantage and organization, they have also brought into full play to what they can do, and they will not fall behind in the face of attacks by superior numbers.

But, after all, the militia is generally too old and has passed the best period of physiology.

At this time, the effect of the Slarkna Church killing the young adults in the control area was reflected, but for more than ten minutes, the physical strength of the militia could no longer hold on, not that they wanted to retreat, but that they had to retreat, and the simple low wall had been broken out of several gaps by the church soldiers, and it was getting bigger and bigger, even if those hunters who had finished shooting arrows picked up their weapons and joined in, they couldn't stop the more and more obvious decline.

"Mankic, you take twenty people to rush from the side and give them a hard blow!"

"Yes, sir. Mankizi swung his spear and slammed the reins of his horse. "Brothers, follow me!"

In the sound of horses' hooves, but the charge of twenty men brought the momentum of thousands of horses, and this cavalry squad was like a sharp sword piercing the enemy's heart from the side, and for a time the church soldiers in the front row overturned, and the militia once again regained most of the defensive circle of the low wall.

Amid the cheers of the militia, Gehr's face was solemn, and Epheros pointed straight ahead, leading the only remaining fifty cavalry behind him to step into the battlefield.

Standing on the edge of the high ground, Gehr looked down at the Knights Templar, who began to slowly accelerate like a tide, and when they looked to the side, the cavalry such as Mankizi, who had been attacking smoothly before, had slowed down, and the church soldiers who reacted were not afraid to die, making them gradually lose their impact.

At this time, Gehr suddenly spoke: "Actually, I know that some of you in private talk do not think that you should not fight these almost invincible enemies for the sake of these civilians, and with your skills, there is a good hope that you will escape from this place and survive this war, rather than fall here." The voice was low, but piercing enough for the cavalry behind him to hear clearly.

For a moment, the place seemed to have been separated from the battlefield, and it was unusually quiet.

"I don't want to say that we are some savior, in fact we are not, you and I are just ordinary people, I just want everyone to do their part to defend your own homeland, like a man, not a coward who has lost his courage. ”

Gelema turned around and faced the cavalrymen under his command, showing a bright smile: "Maybe we will die silently in this battle, maybe we will survive in the end, and when we are old, we can proudly brag to our sons and grandsons about this proud battle, and then pat their chests and say that we are today, right here, just like a man who fought for his relatives, for his homeland, for freedom, just like those ancestors who expanded this country!"

"I'll give you the last chance, and if you leave now, I won't call you a traitor, because it's human nature. Gehr held up Epheros and said with a smile, "If you are willing to die with me, take two steps forward." ”

More than fifty horsemen rode forward two steps at the same time, looking at the shining sword and the young man with the sword, the young, mature, weathered face was full of determination and fanaticism.

"I'm honored to die with you!" Gel folded his sword across his chest and saluted the warriors. "After my death, the first squad leader will take command, and when he dies, the second will take over until we die!"

"Fight! "Death!" shouted the cavalrymen.

Gell turned and looked directly at the cavalry that began to charge below.

"Forward!Charge!" (To be continued......)