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The screams of death, the sound of blades slicing through flesh, and steel shattering bones echoed all around, but as the charge unfolded, a loud rumble filled the eardrums, isolating all the rest. If you listen carefully, you can distinguish the sound of horses' hooves as countless cavalry charge, and this loud sound even makes the earth tremble!

The earth roared, the roar of the charging cavalry pierced the sky, the stones on the ground jumped wildly, and the sound of smoke and dust rolled in all directions.

Gehr took the lead, and more than fifty riders formed a cone-shaped shock formation, and he was the sharpest arrow.

All distractions had vanished, and in front of him were only enemy cavalry that was rapidly growing in view.

In the head-to-head confrontation between the two sides, in the eyes of the other party, they are like fast-moving meteors, and the speed has even surpassed thinking, but in an instant, the vision of Gehr at the forefront has been completely occupied by the enemy horse.

Rumble!

In the next moment, Gehr had already crashed into the enemy with one man and one horse, and the three enemies who were in front of Gehr were instantly lifted up and flew away from the horse.

Lowering his body and leaning his chest against the horse's back, Gehr swung Epheros, drawing countless silver trajectories in the air in an instant, blocking the long and short weapons that came from all directions, and using his precise use of space to slash several enemies in a row.

"Be careful, protect the horses!"

With Gehr's roar, the cavalry that followed him collided with the enemy's steel jungle, and then Gehr rushed deep into the enemy formation.

Blades fought, flesh and blood collided. The soldiers of the two armies continued to fall with blood splattered, and the ownerless horses fled in panic. The moment the two cavalry collided, it was as if time had stood still.

Rush behind enemy lines. It was as if all the senses had lost their function, screams, shouts, and horses neighed together, and the surrounding environment seemed to spin, like a grinding wheel that consumed life.

Suddenly, Gehr felt that everything around him had turned gray and white, except for the golden sky and the red earth, grim and dazzling, and he himself seemed to have turned into a marionette, wielding his sword mechanically and numbly. Bright red blood and gray-white human bodies scattered in all directions with the path of the sword, as ridiculous and oppressive as pantomime.

But in the eyes of the Templars, Gehr was the terrible demon described in the canon, and there was hardly a single man in front of him, and even the most valiant knights in front of him would be cut down one by one, and a cold and slippery feeling filled their bodies and minds, and fear and anger drove them to keep rushing towards Gehr, and then fell to Gehr's sword one by one.

Suddenly, a shivering sensation spread throughout Geer's body. Then he felt a sharp sound of breaking wind rushing towards the door, and the fierce wind pressure hit him like a boulder, and the excited Gehr's eyes had to be narrowed to the extreme.

It was a spear that stabbed at him like a viper.

In an instant, Gehr's breath was unconsciously held. The body instinctively leaned to the left, trying to dodge the blow, but the direction of the spear tip changed direction at an incredible speed. Piercing Gel's chest again.

Gehr hurriedly changed his center of gravity, leaning his body to the right. With his left hand, he loosened the reins and used the round shield tied to his left wrist to move towards the left front. A heavy force rushed down his wrist to Gehr, nearly knocking him off his horse, but he managed to block the blow.

Enemies of the knight's ranks!

The superb skills and fierce murderous aura made Geer secretly frightened, and tilted his head slightly, wanting to see the appearance of this fierce opponent, what kind of person is he?

It's just that the war horses of the two sides are staggered for just a moment, and Geer only sees the vague appearance of a middle-aged man, and the high-speed charge of the war horses has already made the two of them pass closely.

The waves of emotions were like a fountain thrown into a stone, and Gehr immediately left his emotions behind, and when he staggered by, Epheros, who had already recovered, slashed back with force, hitting the man's back.

It's a pity that this person's skills are also very sensitive, and the spear has blocked Epheros's path when he twists his body, and with a soft sound of the bell, although Epheros is still moving forward, the trajectory has changed, and finally in a steel cutting sound like Epheros's angry roar, only a deep mark was left on this person's steel armor.

Murphyr felt sorry for the futility of this blow, and three more cavalrymen who rushed straight ahead appeared, and immediately manipulated their bodies to lie down, dodging the attacking sharp weapons, Epheros cut out horizontally along the fan, and blood splashed all over his body, as if a bright red circle of light surrounded the young knight, the sword was still unstoppable, slashing back and forth left and right, and the enemy troops on both sides suddenly screamed in surprise that they were knocked off their horses.

Among the ten thousand armies, where one man and one horse passes, it is like walking on the ground.

At this time, Gehr no longer seemed to feel tired, as if the heavens and the earth had disappeared, and in his eyes there was only an endless stream of prey in front of him, only a sword in his heart and hand and the desire to kill the enemy in front of him, and he instinctively carried out endless slashing, and his cloak and armor were full of dazzling red colors, and even hung with fleshy stumps, which were the color of hell.

Suddenly, there was silence in front of him, the scorching blood and crazy howls had been left behind, the cool wind blew on his cheeks, and his breath was suddenly refreshing.

Gehr had already penetrated the enemy lines.

The hedging time between the two sides is actually very short, but the effect on the senses is as if it has been infinitely extended, as if the time of the battle is endless.

Warm blood and scrap of flesh sprayed on his robes and began to become cold and slimy.

Gehr looked down at himself, and found that the heavy knight's armor was already crisscrossed with scars, and there was some pain in his left arm and waist, it turned out that he didn't know when, he had been scratched by a sharp weapon from nowhere, and he didn't realize it until now, and his right hand was trembling, and he could barely hold Epheros, which was caused by the continuous manipulation of the long sword and the collision with other weapons in a short period of time, even with his physique that was far beyond ordinary people, he was almost unbearable.

Looking back to the left and right, there were only about thirty cavalry left who had followed him out of the enemy formation, and all of them were wounded. Everyone seems to be stained with blood all over their bodies, both of them have their own. There are also other people's.

But they still didn't change their faces, and followed Gehr with their weapons in hand. The reverent gaze they looked at Gehr showed their trust in Gehr.

As the arrow that bears the heaviest pressure, Gehr almost single-handedly resisted the impact of the enemy cavalry directly in front, relieving a lot of pressure on the cavalry following behind, so that the people behind can follow him through the enemy formation. He behaved like the mythical god of war, Greis, invincible, and his bravery gave great confidence to those who followed him, and his sword pointed in the direction of victory.

The cavalrymen had completely surrendered to Gehr.

Some of them were cavalrymen belonging to the regular Order, some were veterans of the war, and some were mercenaries for money, although they were gathered under the banner of Geer because of the threat of invaders. But more reason is just the support of Sylvia, the orthodox heir to the royal family. They had seen all kinds of commanders, some brave, some wise, some thoughtful, greedy and fearful of death, and some incompetent, but they had never seen such a commander who dared to charge at the forefront and face the strongest attack point in his hand, and Gehr did it. And it worked.

In the face of the Templar charge, although they were also full of courage, it was more of a pride in facing death and hatred for invaders, fighting for the right to live. They didn't think about victory, after all, the strength of the two sides was there, and the outcome of the head-to-head hedge was easy to speculate.

But Gehr did it. And told them with the facts, just follow him. Victory is ahead, it's that easy.

It's so exciting.

At this time. There was no longer any need for verbal encouragement, Gehr made a forward gesture, and the cavalry immediately shouted indulgently, forming a black torrent and rolling forward, as if no one knew how tired he was, followed him in a small circle, adjusted the direction, without pause, and charged again!

"Cavalry, follow me and attack!"

"Attack!"

There were dozens of people, but the sound was like a tsunami from a mountain.

Onward, onward!

Accelerate, keep accelerating!

No one had the energy to think about anything else, and it was as if all their energy was being used to generate adrenaline, their pupils dilated, and they gasped heavily, as if they were going to drag their enemies down to hell even if they had exhausted their last lives.

To hell with the intruders!

They looked up at the figure still at the forefront, and at his long sword, as if they saw the sword he held leading a door.

Behind that gate, it leads to victory.

The enemy's cavalry did the same, and the knight should always die on the way to the charge, thinking that the other party would also be conscious.

Like the cavalry led by Gehr, the Templars had also lost a lot of troops, and although it was impossible to say the exact number, from the formation that Gehr had seen in his eyes, which had become much more sparse, it was clear that these knights from the island had not taken advantage of the last hedge.

More importantly, the fact that they had been swept through the formation had dealt a major blow to the proud knights, and although their charge was still fierce and their numbers still superior, Gehr saw them waver.

......

Baines's face turned pale, and although he tried to maintain a calm expression, calmly commanding his subordinates to reorganize their formation and continue to attack, a trace of confusion still lingered in his eyes.

The advantages of equipment, training and numbers made him very confident that he would wipe out this group of cavalry gathered by stragglers before charging, not to mention that in order to resist the pressure of the church soldiers, this cavalry also divided a part to help the friendly side, and he clearly recognized that it was the cavalry of the regular knights, which reduced a large part of the combat effectiveness of the enemy cavalry that was about to be faced.

But what could be the result?

The deputy knight captain touched the hole behind his back that had pierced through the armor and cut through the linen clothes underneath, as if he felt a chill that was almost suffocating for that moment. Looking around, there are many fewer familiar faces, the formation is also a lot sparse, and more than half of the casualties are lost, which is the most optimistic estimate.

Looking up, Baines saw the figure again, still at the forefront of the charging formation, red, as if it was a burning flame, burning his skin with a faint pain.

As the speed of the charge reached the extreme, the "flame" seemed to swell, and instantly filled the entire vision of Baines!

In an instant, Baines's pupils turned red!

The spear in his hand was pointed directly at Gehr.

"Kill him!" (to be continued......)