No one can resist where the Scarlet Gryphon Knights pass, and the red iron rods are inserted into the snow in the winter, quickly retreating and fleeing.

Even on the entire continent, the Temple Infantry, who can deserve to be called an elite, can no longer afford to resist at all.

"Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!" Pope Rosa shouted loudly, his old voice echoed, but he just stayed in a small space.

Defeated like a mountain, even if he was a god, he could not stop the trend of complete defeat. He had a lot of influence on the temple infantry that constituted the Chinese army, but even so, he still failed to prevent all of this from happening.

As for the left-wing army, they were already smearing their feet. Without even the slightest hesitation, they left behind Pope Rosa and the warriors who were entangled on the front line.

The noble lords and kings hurriedly left this battlefield with their faithful entourage, leaving the killing field full of death and ruining their power at the same time.

Lost, chaos, and all over, these kings are heartbroken, and all of them are heartbroken.

Stop loss in time is the best way, they can't let themselves be buried here.

"Good job!" Earl Jolar had just moved closer to the army of the Earl of Pushton, and was suddenly relieved of the pressure. At the same time, he was surprised to find that the enemy had been defeated, and he couldn't help but let out a bold cheer.

"Go on boys! Get rid of those **** bugs! Take out their intestines and stuff them into their sex! Break their necks like a chicken, go go! Everything you get is yours! "

Earl Cholar did not retain any power, and after giving the order of the whole army to pursue it, he personally led a dozen soldiers next to him to rush out.

"Knights come with me!" Earl Jolar laughed and said, "Let's get back the previous debt fiercely!"

He is still in his thirties this year. He was already violent and was suppressed by the enemy. The anger was already suppressed in his heart. The squeezed anger can only be washed away with the enemy's blood.

The entire left wing began to counterattack.

Without Rainer's command, these vassals have a relatively large degree of freedom.

Although Lena's orders were strictly implemented just now, the situation is now set, and the first thing to do is to cut your head on the battlefield.

What's more, they don't feel that their great and wise and martial emperor will not allow themselves to pursue them.

A large number of active forces that kill and wound the enemy are necessary to prevent the enemy from regrouping and posing a threat.

What's more, 10% of the trophies on the battlefield have recently fallen into the hands of His Majesty the Emperor, and doing so by himself is entirely to make money for His Majesty.

The lords changed their previous descent aggressively, and rushed out like a rainbow in an instant.

The left-wing lords had more than five hundred knights under their command. After a long battle, there are still more than four hundred left. The pursuit of these four hundred people caused huge casualties to the enemy.

This group of well-trained elite knights are like entering an uninhabited state, riding horses galloping, and seeing the escaped enemy is just a sword at hand.

The pursuit was so hearty, Earl Choral yelled excitedly on horseback, and there were no fewer than twenty enemies dead in his hands.

If you are fighting head-on, it is almost impossible to kill twenty people. Even the most elite knight, armed with the sharpest weapon and wearing the best armor, can't do this.

Even the Scarlet Gryphon Rider under Rainer's command would be almost impossible to kill twenty people in one battle.

But in such a hunting battle, it seems reasonable to kill 20 people, and even if one wishes, it is not impossible to kill a hundred people.

"Mianxia! Let's go!" The general next to Pope Rosa hurriedly yelled to him. He didn't want his religious leader, but also his own ruler, to die on this battlefield.

"No! I want to give my soul to the Father in heaven first! The Father will see me! I am willing to give everything for the Father!"

At this time, Pope Rosa was mad. He was a true fanatic. He was a believer who truly believed in the existence of the Father, rather than treating the Father as a tool for power and wealth.

He has no children. His family is still a landlord in the countryside. He is willing to dedicate everything, including body and soul, to his faith.

As a Rosa saint, he is very qualified, even most people are inferior to him.

But as a religious leader, a leader of the church, he is undoubtedly not very competent. He is willing to do everything for the restoration of Rosa Church, but obviously he would rather not do it.

"Hurry up! If you have any accident, our Rosa church will fall apart immediately! The archbishops have unpredictability, and you must personally choose the next pope, otherwise everything is over!"

The general worked hard to persuade Pope Rosa, and many bishops who controlled the major dioceses were recognized by the local secular kings.

Except for some countries that allow churches to maintain their own land, other dioceses have actually begun to pay taxes to the secular kings instead of the pope. The Rosa Church, which has been in such a crisis, cannot lose a pope at this time.

Hearing what the general said, Pope Rosa woke up. He took a look at the **** and embarrassing battlefield ahead, and left with the general.

The vassals on the grassland were happily. Their army was not too effective in fighting positions before. Now they are pursuing them. That is their old line.

More than 2,000 prairie cavalry survived the war, galloping back and forth like this, reaping the enemy's life mercilessly with their sabers.

Volunteers from the Northern Territory also started chasing. Although their formation was very scattered, the enemy could no longer resist. Even a group of old farmers could chase the courageous group of soldiers with nowhere to escape.

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The glory of Tillihan is naturally the king who protects himself.

His arrival in time smoothly put Lena out of danger. Mekasha dropped the cavalry and hurriedly left. The rest of the cavalry also left. Lena's entourage quickly pursued them. He returned to his side, only to lose the few hapless cavalry who were left behind.

"Don't worry about me! Get me back the one who ran away!" Reiner grabbed his left wrist and ordered Tirihan, pointing in the direction where Mekatha was escaping.

Tilihan looked at Lena's left arm anxiously, and finally chose to obey his majesty's order, and chased after him with his light cavalry.

By Mekasha's side, there were more than a hundred cavalrymen, who were sacked and injured in the previous battle. Only more than one hundred people were left behind to keep pace with her.

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