The first thousand three hundred and twenty-seventh chapter war five scum
When the 500,000 Semitic army commanded by Orlandini had just arrived at the city of Vizi, six thousand miles away from the city of Vizi in the west, there were also two murderous forces under the city of Rotgaron, the capital of the Kingdom of Akid.
The soaring army is in the midst of a confrontation.
Amidst a loud sound of bugles, the newly appointed king of the Kingdom of Casmonlia and the commander of the Semitic Western Front Army, King Maschinot, rushed up to a hillock and suddenly reined in his horse.
The war horse roared violently, then stood up and kicked its front hooves several times in the air.
Maschinnott sat firmly on the horse, as if taking root, and the broad cloak behind him spread out like an eagle's wings, fluttering in the wind.
When the guards nearby saw this, they couldn't help but let out a loud shout and cheered loudly.
Maschinault just smiled faintly, then leaned down and patted the war horse's neck affectionately - this Aberdeen war horse was indeed extraordinary and handsome.
At this time, a guard came behind him holding a big flag high, and then threw it hard, and only heard a 'bang' sound. The big flag had been firmly inserted into the soil.
In the autumn wind, the big flag flutters in the wind and there is a sound of hunting.
Maschinault sat up straight on his horse and stared north.
A few miles away, there is a green-grey city wall that stretches far away. There is the majestic capital of the Kingdom of Ajid, Rotgaron.
It is also the target that the Semitic army will attack this time.
At this moment, more than 100,000 troops gathered under the city walls of Rotgaron.
The dark entrance extends for several miles from the city wall, with swords like a forest and flags covering the sun.
The most conspicuous among them is a large flag erected on the wall of Rotgaron. The broad flag swings slowly in the wind.
There is a golden cross painted on the white flag.
It shows the affiliation of these soldiers under the city. They are the Knights of the Holy See.
There are also various flags representing different troops under the city, but most of them are the pure and white Holy See cross flag.
Priests in white robes could be seen from a distance, running back and forth among the soldiers, shouting and shouting.
A few miles away from this huge Holy See army was an army of almost the same size.
However, their flags are very mixed. The patterns on the flags are of various colors, including flowers, trees, animals, and various monsters from myths and legends.
It's almost like an encyclopedia of flags.
However, these people are obviously of the same type. It can be distinguished from the military flags above their heads that they belong to different countries or nobles.
But in the middle, which is also the largest and most eye-catching thing, is a blue and gold tulip flag, indicating their identity.
This was the symbol of the newly established De Rossi empire.
Since the empire had just been established, everything was created hastily. Therefore, the huge flag was also hastily made. The embroidery on it was extremely... extremely crude. It was like a post-modern abstract oil painting.
Same.
Under this artistic flag is a huge phalanx composed of tens of thousands of soldiers from the De Rossi Empire.
Although there were many of them, those troops really gave me a somewhat unsightly feeling.
Their clothes are as diverse as their flags, and their weapons are all kinds of. They don't look like they are here to fight at all, but just a bunch of beggars.
The soldiers of the De Rossi Empire were slightly better. Except for the Royal Guards, although the remaining soldiers did not have standard equipment, most of them had a simple chainmail armor, a helmet, and a spear.
Or a sword.
As for the rest, they are all mixed.
Some of the knights were wearing full armor and looked majestic, while some looked like peasants recruited temporarily, with nothing but a cheap military uniform and a long spear.
But at this moment, they all obeyed one flag—the Semitic golden lightning flag.
These are the local puppet troops organized by the Semites. They are recruited by the Semitic nobles who have defected to the Semites.
During the process of compilation, there was a strange phenomenon that made the Semitic nobles disdainful and puzzled.
They discovered that the more fattened the nobles were, the faster they surrendered and the more ruthlessly they suppressed their own people.
When those poor and skinny die-hards saw the Semitic army passing by, they would either say nothing and look at them with malicious eyes, or they would turn around and run away. It seemed that the Semitic elders would take a fancy to them.
Like broken things.
Maschinot looked at the human vassal army that stretched for several miles in front of his horse and showed a proud smile.
Using human beings to break into human beings is really something that makes them feel happy.
Especially when the vassal nobles saw him, they immediately became like lapdogs, running over, wagging their tails desperately, and eager to rush up and lick his feet to show their strength.
loyalty.
Thinking of this, Maschinault looked around, and as expected, he found that His Majesty Emperor De Rossi had appeared beside him. Maschinault laughed secretly in his heart and said to himself: "I'll let you dog eat dog first."
De Rossi felt Maschinault's gaze, turned his head and smiled politely, saying: "General...oh, no, His Majesty the King, let's see if we can win today?"
Maschinault raised his eyebrows, feeling secretly annoyed and cursing secretly: "Who do you think you are? You are just a pet dog of the high priest. You still dare to show off your power in front of me."
However, there was still a polite smile on his face. Even if he looked down on Emperor De Rossi, he still had to be polite on the surface, because he was now a confidant of the high priest. When he had nothing to do, he often asked the high priest.
The summons was extremely graceful.
"We will definitely win." Maschinault said confidently.
De Rossi nodded solemnly and said: "I hope so, borrowing your ancient words."
Maschinault looked up and saw that it would be noon in a little while, then waved his hand and said: "Get ready to attack. After the battle, we might be able to have lunch in the city of Rote-Garonne."
Drums and trumpets sounded in the Semitic army formation, and the generals of the various vassal armies shouted "attack" and ordered the soldiers to rush towards the Knights of the Holy See in front of them.
At this time, the Holy See Army on the opposite side also sounded the "dong dong dong" military drum.
An old and thin cardinal stood at the top of the city of Rotgaron, staring at the enemies approaching from the west, his face solemn.
Behind him was the commander of the Holy See Army who led more than a dozen legions to come to the aid of Rotegaron.
"The situation is not optimistic." The cardinal in a dark red robe said solemnly: "Gentlemen, in the brutal killings of the enemy, we lost Saint Mary of Oloron, we lost Langde, and we lost Nelak
.
We cannot lose Rote Gallon again. Behind us is Deron, and behind Deron..."
The cardinal glanced at the Vatican general beside him and said seriously: "It's Fantino~!
Millions of knights who have responded to your Majesty's call are on their way. No matter what the cost, we must defend Rotgaron today."
"Yes," a dozen generals of different ages roared impassionedly, with high morale.
The cardinal raised his hand slightly and said: "The light is with you, go, warriors of the Holy See, to slay the sacred mission given to us as Templar Knights by the God of Evil."
The generals of the Holy See Legion hit their chests hard with their fists, their armors colliding with each other making a crisp clicking sound, then turned around and walked down the wall of Rotgaron.
A few minutes later, a deafening shout erupted from the camp of the Temple Guard Knights.
"For the God of Light."
"God is with us."
The legion commanders standing on their war horses pointed their long swords at the human vassals on the ground and shouted loudly: "Attack~!"
"Attack~!"
Accompanied by the majestic sound of drums and trumpets, hundreds of thousands of Holy See legions faced almost the same number of enemies on the ten-mile battlefield surrounding the city of Rotgaron.
Ten minutes later, the distance between the two armies was only more than one mile, and the flags of the opposite army were clearly visible.
The Holy See knights who were walking at the front raised their weapons and faced the enemy, accompanied by a loud shout: "Charge~!"
The knights guarding the palace clamped their horses' bellies with all their strength and charged towards the enemy with shouts.
Compared with the uneven vassal-like army on the opposite side, the knights of the Temple Guard Legion are undoubtedly better equipped and have more war horses.
The Holy See's strong financial resources are enough to equip them with standard armor and weapons, and many Templar Knights come from wealthy families and are willing to spend money on equipment.
As for the cavalry alone, the Templar Knights were at an absolute advantage.
Most of these puppet armies that vassal the Semitic people are surrendered human soldiers, or ordinary soldiers heavily armed by surrendered nobles.
Tens of thousands of knights galloped, and the earth trembled with the rumble of horse hooves.
The morale of these vassal troops was not very high to begin with. When they faced the Holy See knights, they charged forward with great courage. However, they were already frightened before they even got close.
Especially when you see a wall of armored knights rushing towards you.
Their tall horses and bright armor clearly told the infantry that this was not something their weak bodies could handle.
The consequence of being trampled by a war horse can only be death.
Only regular troops who have undergone repeated training can be calm and calm in the face of a knight's charge.
Before the Holy See cavalry could rush forward, the vassal troops at the front were already frightened. They ignored military orders and turned around and ran back.
The vassal Semitic army collapsed before the war started~!
The fleeing behavior of the soldiers in the front immediately caused the army in the rear to follow suit.
After thousands of years of teaching by the Holy See, the common people of the tribe have feared the God of Light to the core. The reason why they joined the army was just to make a living, or they were directly dragged in by the strong men.
Their combat power is not even five, and they are truly fighting against five scum.
During normal times, there are quite a few bold brats who become deserters.
At this moment when facing the test of life and death, no one is willing to go up and die, especially if they have to die for the undead.
But the Holy See's Temple Guard Knights would not let them go just because they escaped. They especially hated these people who betrayed humanity and took refuge in the demons. The Temple Guard Knights with firm faith especially hated them.
Traitors who betray humanity are more hateful than invaders.
The knights rushed into the fleeing group without hesitation, raised their weapons and killed them with all their might, not showing mercy at all because they were also human beings.
If you drop these into the world, even the God of Light will praise you.
When those vassal soldiers heard the terrifying screams behind them, their last bit of courage was frightened away, and they ran even harder.
They all knew in their hearts that they might not be able to outrun the knights of the Holy See, but as long as they could outrun their companions, the knights of the Holy See would always be exhausted.
No matter how much the generals and officers of the vassal army shouted and tried to stop them, the soldiers retreated like water and paid no attention to them at all.
What's more, the deserters would directly chop up the officers who tried to stop them, and then spit heavily on their corpses.
They are afraid of the knights of the Holy See, but not these officers who pretend to be powerful.
These human vassal armies are composed of nobles who are greedy for life and fear of death, or opportunists who are greedy for power. The character of these vassals can be imagined.
Many people are originally despised and reviled gangsters, villains who bring trouble to their hometowns, and gangsters who do not do their job properly.
They all trembled immediately after taking refuge with the demons.
Positions with some power and wealth are all controlled by their cronies or relatives, who use power for personal gain and profit, and the internal atmosphere is full of chaos.
These soldiers who were forcibly recruited by them were like pigs and dogs in their eyes, being manipulated and oppressed at will.
The consequences were immediately apparent on the battlefield, as the resentful soldiers slaughtered them without hesitation.
The vassal army was defeated for several miles. It took them half an hour to get from the starting point to the battlefield, but it only took five minutes to escape from the battlefield and return to the starting point.
Even the Holy See knights charging on horseback are not as fast as them.
Emperor De Rossi's face was as black as pig liver, and his expression became very ugly, as if he had been constipated for more than half a month.
The elite soldiers he had always been proud of - the brave soldiers of the De Rossi Empire, collapsed before they could engage in battle.
The emperor valued his loyal army very much. If he, a human emperor, wanted to make a difference among a group of Semitic tribesmen, he had to have a strong fist. He relied on his 100,000 troops, which were among the Semitic tribes. Clan, this is also a not weak force.
To this end, De Rossi made many promises, granted him official posts, paid bonuses, and paid soldiers a salary of fourteen months a year.
De Rossi had always thought that his imperial soldiers were not much worse than the Semites. After all, when they went to the countryside to collect food, they were very capable of fighting against the poor and unruly common people, and each of them was very powerful. The thugs who were beaten were howling and screaming.
Unexpectedly, his true colors were suddenly revealed on the battlefield, and he was a bunch of cowards.
Emperor De Rossi gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely: "A bunch of idiots, trash, bastards..."
Maschinot sneered and laughed in front of De Rossi. He didn't care about the nobles next to him and laughed loudly: "This is called an army. It is not as brave as the dogs I raise."
The Semitic generals behind him laughed in unison, mercilessly mocking these human nobles.
"Maybe we can form an army out of dogs, and maybe we can win against humans."
"Hey, tens of thousands of dogs are easy to find. Where can you find tens of thousands of dogs?"
"That's true."
"..."
Listening to the Semitic people's unscrupulous laughter and ridicule, Emperor De Rossi could only straighten his face, saying nothing like a wooden person.
The human nobles next to him also had pig liver-like faces, but none of them dared to say a word.
At this time, the defeated soldiers were already running towards them like water, and were about to run in front of them. At this time, many people were frowning and thinking about a major issue-should this be the time?
Escaped?
It seems like I can't run if I don't run anymore.
Some nobles turned their horses' heads in an extremely fragile manner and began to flee with their cronies. If they were not afraid of death, they would not seek refuge with the demons.
Next to him, a close minister of De Rossi whispered to the young emperor: "Your Majesty, is it time to move in?"
Emperor De Rossi hesitated for a moment. The tens of thousands of Holy See troops on the opposite side were not far away from them. Normally, it would be time to escape at this time. Oh no, he turned in.
However, seeing that all the Semitic generals nearby were indifferent, Emperor De Rossi also hesitated a little. He knew that these Semites were haunted by ghosts and would have run away if they were in danger. Judging from their fearless appearance, there must be ghosts.
Maschinault looked at him with a smile and said: "Your Majesty, won't you leave?"
Emperor De Rossi rolled his eyes, and his expression suddenly became firm again, saying: "No, even if there is only one person left, I will persist until the end."
"Oh, tut tut..." Maschinault shook his head and murmured in a low voice: "What a pity."
Then he turned to his subordinates and ordered: "Write down the name of the person who escaped. His Majesty the God has specially told you."
Emperor De Rossi suddenly shuddered. Of course he knew the coldness contained in these words. For these human nobles who fled the battle, the high priest would not let them go: the heads of these human beings would soon be destroyed.
Hang it on the city gate.
If he hadn't hesitated just now, I'm afraid this emperor would have come to an end.
Maschinault stretched his body on horseback, squinted at the white-and-gold Holy See flag at the top of Rote-Garonne, and said: "Send the signal, it's our turn to appear."
Behind him, a dark mage wrapped in a black robe raised his hand and shot a spell into the air, and the gorgeous spell exploded in mid-air.
The fleeing soldiers blocked the battlefield at this moment, and the Holy See's army was slowed down by their obstruction, but the victory was already theirs.
The golden tulip banner of the De Rossi Empire caught the attention of the Templar Knights. It was the symbol of the human traitor De Rossi. It seemed that he was still under the flag. This was a big fish.
"Catch him~!" With this in mind, the knights of the Holy See guard the palace and killed in the direction of De Rossi. It was a great achievement to catch this number one in prison.
At this time, on the eastern horizon of Rotgaron, behind the entire battlefield, a group of black figures appeared, rushing towards Rotgaron quickly.
The head of Rotegaron City was suddenly shrouded in an unknown shadow.
When the cardinal on top of the city raised his head, in the sky above his head was a war fortress that covered the sky.