Lithuania, West Oli Grassland.

Wielding scimitars, the breezy steppe light cavalry rushed into the chaotic, scattered ranks of peasants and soldiers, and human heads flew up like cut wheat.

Viscous plasma flows along the ravines on the surface.

These poor people, who could not afford to buy indulgences and hoped to atone for their sins by joining the Crusades, fell in a foreign land.

The cavalry laughed heartily, laughing at the weakness and incompetence of the Germanic people who had come from afar.

By this time, a coalition of Lithuanians, Samogitians, and Smicans had driven the Livonian Order of the Sword to a desperate end.

The Allied cavalry separated the Crusader knights, who were evacuating Lithuania, from their own servants.

Under the blows of slings and bows, they are stepping into a desperate situation.

Defeat is like a mountain!

But the knights had no idea of surrendering to these barbaric polytheistic heretics.

They formed a dense formation, shoulder to shoulder with their comrades, and raised their rifles in high to launch a decisive charge.

At this moment, someone in the cavalry ranks of the Lithuanian coalition army suddenly let out a frightened roar.

People followed his gaze, their pupils dilated, and deep despair welled up in their hearts.

Even the mounts, dressed in white smocks, and the knights in chain mail appeared in a neat line on the other side of the hill.

They wore a black cross on a white background on their chests, and they wore bull-like helmets with two sinuous horns.

This is the Teutonic Order of Prussia.

They were silent, facing away from the sun, arrayed in a dense charging formation, their bodies rendered by light and shadow as demons.

Then, with the sound of a high-pitched trumpet, the Teutonic knights poured down in a torrential manner.

On their flanks, spearmen and light infantry, also dressed in white robes, formed a phalanx, following the knights' charge.

The knights of the sword let out a hearty laugh and rushed towards the Lithuanian coalition from the other side of the battlefield.

The resentment of the fiasco for days was poured out at this moment.

After a charge, the knights discarded their spears in favour of a monstrous mace.

As soon as the hammer fell, it was like smashing a watermelon, and the chain mail and the leather armor lined with it could not stop the power of this murder weapon.

The tide turned in an instant.

The shouts of killing rang out from afternoon to dusk, and then it became a naked massacre.

Tens of thousands of elite soldiers of the Lithuanian coalition died in this steppe.

The members of the two major knights, who were in the minority, also suffered heavy casualties, and of course, most of the dead were peasant soldiers and servants.

These untrained, faith-based low-level soldiers are like weak lambs to the slaughter when faced with the enemy.

"The enemy is very strong. ”

The slave in the golden collar ran eagerly like a hound, to the horse of the Count of Iskar, and fell to his knees.

Count Iskar stepped on his back and jumped off his horse, and he was the leader of this Teutonic knights.

Today, the Grand Master of the Teutonic Knights is Albrecht of the Hohenzollern House in Brandenburg, and the main force of the Teutonic Knights is still in Prussia.

This is just a detachment of his troops.

Kissing the blood-soaked ground with a look of intoxication, the Count of Iskar exclaimed: "We have won another victory for God." ”

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"Brothers, you will get all the spoils, and I, too, will take nothing. ”

The knights also shouted praises for his kindness and generosity.

And Count Iskar sneered in his heart: "Devil, give me your power, and a third of your soul here will belong to you." ”

After leading more than a dozen knights and hundreds of cavalry to join the Teutonic Order, this Bohemian nobleman immediately became the leader of the Bohemian branch of the Order.

Moreover, he will soon be able to annex the Knights of the Sword of Livonia and become their leader, expanding his military power and territory.

Because, in the previous Battle of Soule, the Grand Master of the Knights of the Sword had already died at the hands of the coalition forces.

At this time, there was no one in the ranks of the crusaders who had a more prominent title and status than him.

"At least half. ”

An icy voice sounded, with a strong sense of greed.

Count Iskar coldly refused: "No, the Teutonic Knights are the armed forces of God, and no one knows better than you where the heretical souls they slaughtered will go, right?"

"Cutting off a third of the beard to you is already a considerable risk for me, and you should know that we are all grasshoppers on a rope. If I were discovered, who would be able to offer you so many sweet souls?"

A red dragon is depicted in front of his left placket, and in the center is a black cross on a white background, the emblem of the Teutonic Knights.

Few nobles would have a dragon as their family crest, but the Iskar family has always worshipped these legendary beasts of supreme power.

As long as you have enough power, what does it matter if you are good or evil?

The Inquisition would not dare to attack a powerful earl like him because of such a trivial matter.

"Deal!"

"I will give you the strength to have the strength of a thousand people, but you must also promise me that you will give me a hundred thousand delicious souls in the future. ”

Count Iskar said impatiently: "Demon, when I become the Grand Master of the Teutonic Knights, I will be crowned king after casting my own Iron Throne in Lithuania." Then I will answer all your prayers, but before that, you need to be sincere. ”

"Pray?"

The cold voice turned ridiculous.

Count Iskar snorted coldly.

The demon immediately changed its words, and for the first time it said in a respectful tone: "Yes, Great Earl, please remember my prayer and your promise. ”

Count Iskar subconsciously welled up with a hint of complacency.

Behold, even the devil, who is so secretive and fearful, will kneel at my feet at this moment, and I am the Monarch of Destiny.

I will take the position of Grand Master of the Teutonic Knights from that coward in Brandenburg, establish a state here, and be crowned king.

I will also take the throne of the HRE, France, England and Spain, and the whole world of God will be worshipped at my feet.

And then, what was Duke Otto of Bavaria?

That cold, arrogant middle-aged man is only worthy of kissing my iron boots.

As for Kalulena, my dear wife, I want you to kneel down and ask for my forgiveness.

I'm going to hang your lover on the gallows, and let the crows and night owls eat his flesh, and you can only watch.

A hint of resentment flashed in Count Iskar's eyes, and the abundant magic began to take root and grow within him, making his aura more and more majestic.