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Gellze's horse galloped across the battlefield, his sword Epheros flew in the air with the whistling of the wind, cutting down the soldiers who stood in his way one by one, and then the horse's hooves, with great inertia, would trample the soldiers struggling on the ground and the land they were on into a mess of mud that could no longer distinguish each other.

The cavalry that followed quickly followed, further expanding the chaos, turning hatred and resentment into calamity, using weapons as a carrier to vent on the invaders' heads.

At this moment, the terrible wails and painful moans were incessant, and the eyes turned into a hell, of course, it was only for these believers from the island, for the natives of Hayth, this was only a prelude to their revenge.

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From the moment Manstantin led the team out of Merzai, the confrontation between the two sides had already begun.

In front of the hunters who grew in this sea of trees, Manstantin's army could not escape their sharp hateful gaze for a moment, and they did a good job of delaying Manstantin's march, so that when Gehr arrived with the eight hundred cavalry of the newly formed Knights of the Holy Sword, Manstantin's army was still struggling to march in the sea of trees.

What followed was a fierce battle between the scouts on both sides.

On the one hand, they have a numerical advantage, on the other hand, they are very familiar with the terrain, on the other hand, they are not afraid of death because of their faith, and on the other hand, they do not hesitate to sacrifice because of their hatred for their family and country.

The battle between the two sides was unusually fierce, and the two sides with heavy casualties were tied, but overall it was Geer's side that had the advantage. Because for every day of delay, Sylvia's strength was stronger. Manstantin's side was correspondingly weaker.

Until yesterday, a five-hundred-man hunting force consisting entirely of elite hunters arrived. The scales between the two sides finally began to tilt towards Gehr's side.

But Gehr never revealed the arrival of his main force, and the cavalry hid from a safe distance, slowly following Manstantin, relying only on the hunter and the other party to engage in a seemingly endless entanglement, like a lion before a hunt, patiently waiting for the opportunity to attack.

Now, the time has come.

After several days of entanglement, although the hunters on Geer's side suffered many casualties, the scouts on Manstantin's side also suffered heavy casualties. In order to ensure the integrity of the surrounding surveillance network. Manstantin had to dilute the density of the original scout arrangement and trade thickness for integrity, making the first line of defense extremely vulnerable.

When the shield that protected the outermost part of the Slark army was stretched to the limit, Gehr seized the opportunity and launched the fiercest attack in the darkness of the night.

Gather all the most elite hunters as the lead, break into a corner of the Scout area of the Slark Army, and forcibly strangle all the Slark Scouts in the area.

This is the most critical first step, and there must be no mistakes. If this step is successful, it will temporarily disappear the area from the Slark's "view", creating a gap before they can react. Achieve the effect of battlefield masking.

Under the siege of hunters who were several times larger than the Scouts of the Slarkna Army, those scouts were cleared out before they could send a message back, allowing the Knights led by Gehr to approach the camp of the Slarkna Army without a sound and get the best chance of assault.

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Click, click!

The sound of bones shattering without pause came from the body of the body in front of him flying upside down.

Under the action of the huge momentum of the war horse. The human body was easily lifted away, and at the same time, the sword light flashed, and the human head moved away from the body in the other direction. Gehr could see that moment. His pupils dilated, and there was incredulity and fear in them.

Another one. The reddened sharpness reflected by the firelight easily pierced into the chest, and the impact of the war horse was perfectly matched, and the murder weapon made of steel cut through the armor and stomach without hindrance, penetrating deep into the skin and flesh, and instantly staggered past, leaving the splattered blood droplets behind him.

Then, with an instinctive shift of his body, the long sword in his hand stabbed out again, and once again slashed a passing cavalryman off his horse.

The splashes of blood, the scorching flames, and the galloping knights formed a magnificent picture, making the blood of every Haysting warrior who threw himself into it begin to boil, and gave birth to his own fighting spirit to the highest point.

Unlike his men's fierce battles, Gehr, as the commander, still maintained an almost icy composure. No matter how many lives were lost under his sword, he remained expressionless, as if nothing could move him, and if anyone could see Geer's face at this time, they would involuntarily shudder.

Apathy, dead silence.

Those eyes as deep as an endless abyss reveal a clear and cold coldness, a disregard for everything, as if they are not like human beings.

As for Gehr himself, he felt like he was in a wonderful state.

His body instinctively rode and slashed, and his consciousness seemed to be withdrawn from his body, looking down at the battle situation from the sky, thinking of every most suitable choice like an emotionless machine, and then feeding it back into his body, and then turning this choice into reality.

It's as if you're in control of everything.

A realization instantly surged into his heart.

Each warrior has a unique perception of his or her own path, but no matter which path it is, it can be summed up in one term - rhythm.

Whether it is strength, speed, martial arts, or even blood flow rate, muscle response, breathing rate, etc., it can be regarded as a kind of rhythm. Fighting against others is not so much a confrontation of martial arts and physical abilities, a change in attack and defense, but a cognition and interpretation of various rhythms such as offense and defense, techniques, etc., and those who can see the rhythm of others and control or destroy it, while not letting their own rhythm be controlled by others, are the winners.

For Gehr, he was well aware of the importance of rhythm from the beginning, and in each battle, the greatest advantage that the biological brain brought him was the interpretation of the enemy's rhythm and his understanding of himself. Once you know the rhythm of the other person, you can find a way to deal with it, even if the other person is stronger than you. It's not that there is no chance of victory, and knowing oneself is the only way to better control one's own rhythm. Making the enemy unbreakable is the fundamental reason why he has improved by leaps and bounds in martial arts.

Right now. Gehr suddenly felt that the feeling of being in control of the battle situation and the control of the rhythm of martial arts seemed to coincide, as if each of his cavalry was like an extension of his own siblings, operating with his will, ensuring his own rhythm, destroying the opponent's organization, this sense of exhilaration.

This feeling had already been felt in the last war with Baines, but it was a little vague due to the fierce fighting at the time, but after completely controlling the situation today, this time the feeling was suddenly very clear.

Not only for the command of the army. Even his own understanding of martial arts has been correspondingly enhanced.

Suddenly, after penetrating the enemy line once more and crushing some of the Slark soldiers who were trying to regain their organization, Glema came to a standstill, and for a moment the place where he was in a state of silence.

With his sword in one hand, he looked around calmly, finally fixing his gaze in the direction that had just touched him. There, groups of Slarkna cavalry began to assemble rapidly, unaffected by the confusion of friendly forces here, and once there were friendly troops fleeing in confusion, they rushed to the front in a panic with the intention of breaking up the formation. They will be slashed mercilessly, preventing chaos from spreading to the entire Slark army.

"It's an elite. ”

Gehr's gaze swept over the middle-aged knight who had led the Slark army and had quickly begun to calm the chaos, and had already organized his cavalry and was ready to intervene in the battle. There is no longer a chance for Zhilu Dao to expand the results of the battle, and now is not the right time to fight to the death, and the disadvantages of his own forces will be exposed if he continues to be entangled. He didn't delay any longer, and calmly took out a horn. It began to blow.

The desolate sound of the horn quickly spread in all directions, and the cavalry of Haysting immediately put down the battle in their hands. Gather behind Gehr.

Raising his hand and making a gesture, Glema turned, and the entire cavalry army began to withdraw under his leadership in an instant, and soon left the battlefield and entered the darkness.

Only the remains of the ground were left and the cavalry who had just arrived but had lost their fighting opportunity.

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"The wind is so strong today, it's really not a good weather to rush. ”

Manstantin covered his brow with his left hand, looked up at the gloomy sky, and muttered to himself.

The air is dry and the winds are very strong these days. The road connecting Melzai and Elibrock had been in a state of turmoil, and the sun had seen through the film of dust that looked like an ancient yellow jewel, with an ominous hue.

This ominous color also affected the Waynese on the march, and the atmosphere of the invaders who believed in the god Slark was very dull.

The atmosphere was not just because of the unpleasant weather, which had only deepened the morale of the army after that nightmarish night.

Thinking of this, the tip of Manstantin's nose seemed to smell the scorched earth and blood again.

On the night three days earlier, Gehr's assault had burned most of the grain and grass and brought about 300 casualties, and the Slarkna army, facing the danger of losing supplies, had to turn back and embark on the road back to Merzai.

It's just that compared to when they came, the way back is not easy to walk, those elusive hunters are still tormenting the nerves of the Wayne, and when it is even more terrifying, the terrifying cavalry has been following far behind, not close or far away, flickering, silent like a beast about to erupt, the heavy pressure is transmitted to the Wayne people without hindrance.

Manstantin once tried to concentrate his army to fight the cavalry, but as soon as he saw an army approaching, the cavalry would quickly withdraw, using his familiarity with the terrain to easily get rid of Manstantin, and then continue to appear when Manstantin returned with his army.

For the commander of the cavalry, who looked like a maggot on a tarsal bone, Manstantin remembered most about the deep, cold eyes. He knew that the other party was waiting, waiting for the moment when the Waynese collapsed. (To be continued......)