On the battlefield between the Varking Empire and the Third Reich of Lonisia.
A whole day passed, and the bloody battle reached dusk.
The two sides fought for another day today. Seeing that the sky was getting darker, the Varkings saw that the other party did not organize a new attack, and it seemed that they were preparing to withdraw their troops.
At this moment, on the side of the battlefield, a new armored cavalry suddenly rushed out. Under the cover of the magic cloud, everyone ignored the depression on the side.
The Varkings simply couldn't believe that someone would hide their cavalry regiment so close to the battlefield, and watch their infantry being trapped in a bitter battle, isolated and helpless, and even being massacred, and they were indifferent.
This cavalry became the key to turning the tide of the battle. The troops on both sides were no longer able to fight. The Varkings could only transfer the two light infantry regiments responsible for guarding in front of their camps into the battlefield.
On the mountain not far away, in a tent, a person that neither warring party expected appeared here.
At night, several tents were filled with a foreboding atmosphere. Soldiers in black spread out equipment on the table, and opened the heavy iron boxes they brought on the table.
Each box is filled with strange devices, and the densely packed magic runes on them make people dizzy.
Outside the tent, the soldiers set up a small power device to provide convenience for the staff inside. The power device was running at full speed at this moment, and those strange devices began to draw words on the paper.
Another group of officers were flipping through the code books under the lamp, interpreting the important information contained in them into words, and everything was going on in an orderly manner.
Occasionally, heavy breathing could be heard outside the tent. Several well-trained soldiers guarded the door. It seemed that no one would be able to get close to the tent unless they fell down.
"The infantry divisions on the Varking front have shown signs of fatigue in today's battle, and it seems they won't be able to hold on for much longer."
"The Monchi Legion of the Third Reich is already less than fifteen miles away from the front line of the battlefield."
"According to our intelligence team's investigation, the casualty rate of Vargin's Third Army and Fourth Army has exceeded 30%. The First Army suffered a devastating blow today and there is no need to rebuild at all."
"It seems that there is no suspense in this war." The middle-aged man turned over the information in one hand and held a cup of coffee in the other hand.
"Yes, Holy See." A female attendant next to her took the coffee pot from the table and poured new coffee for the man in front of her.
In this world, the only one who dares to call himself the Holy See is the one in the center of Feilengcui. Even the person in charge of the Varking Church does not dare to call himself the Holy See.
When it comes to the Pope, people always easily think of a kind-faced old man, but this man looks less than forty years old, and he doesn’t have a kind face at all. There is a gloomy and solemn look in his eyebrows. shudder.
The current Pope is Roderick Borgia, also known as Borgia II, also known as the "Iron Pope".
This man is far from the previous popes, and he is also the youngest pope so far. There is no doubt that there will be no one after him, but there is no doubt that there is no one before.
It is said that the current pope's religious attainments are poor to a certain extent, but his military ability is quite outstanding. His style of conduct is extremely iron-fisted. The well-known "Bloody July" was caused by this person.
If it were in other times, this kind of person would probably become a general, a butcher, and a conspirator, but it is absolutely impossible to become a pope.
But today's Papal State needs such people, and only such people can deal with the current complex and strange situation.
While they were talking, the fighting on the battlefield continued.
The Black Knights Regiment representing the Third Reich instantly cut through the white infantry square of the Valkings. Twenty thousand light infantrymen, except for a few lucky ones, nearly 18,000 people went into battle and were destroyed in less than twenty minutes. .
The light knights raised their hand crossbows and fired wildly at the light infantry phalanx on the opposite side, especially the officers in the middle of the team. The light cavalry were naturally the nemesis of the light infantry, and this time was no exception.
The moment the two sides were about to engage the enemy, they immediately dispersed, turned around and ran towards both sides of the battlefield.
At first, the Varkings thought that the other party had bombed the camp, or something unexpected happened, until they saw a long black line in the distance. It was not a line, but the arrival of the black heavy cavalry regiment.
But at this time, the Varking light infantry regiment had already opened a gap with the heavy infantry, and most of the officers suffered heavy casualties from the crossbow fire.
In a moment of hesitation, the two black and white lines of heavy cavalry and light infantry intertwined and turned blood red.
There is no doubt about the outcome of the war. The impact of the heavy cavalry rushed into the light infantry phalanx dominated by sabers and long swords. The consequences can be imagined.
Like tearing a piece of bread, the entire light infantry phalanx was submerged under the horses' hooves. Gradually, the white phalanx was dyed blood red.
If it hadn't been for the heavy infantry phalanx to raise their spears and re-stabilize the defense line, this battle might have ended a month earlier.
"Winnie, what do you think?" The Pope did not turn around to ask his staff, but instead asked his attendants.
Winnie shook her head and said nothing. She took the cup from the Pope's hand and spilled the cold coffee outside the tent. When she came back, she replaced the cup with warm coffee and handed it to the Pope again.
"I don't understand war. You can just ask me to do anything you need me to do." Winnie said while putting the coffee pot back in its place and turning her back to the Pope.
"You're too modest, Winnie, where is he now?" The staff in the tent all knew that the last part of the Pope's question must not have been about him, and they handled the matter at hand as if no one had heard.
"He just entered the territory of the Hunyadi family yesterday, and he should have arrived at the castle by now." Winnie didn't ask more about who "he" the Pope was referring to, and the two of them seemed to know it well.
"Didn't our people continue to follow?" The Pope seemed a little confused.
"Some accidents happened, and... the earl seems to have some attitude towards us now..."
"I understand, it's not your fault. No matter what, it's time for him to come back, and he has no choice but to come back."
"Yes, I know, this is his fate."
"I don't believe in fate. This is the path I arranged for him, and he can only take this path." The Pope patted his coat, stood up, opened the curtain and walked out.
"In that case, let's just go back to Feilengcui and wait for him."
