A Guide to Becoming a God Starting from a Monastery

The reason for this is probably that this Polei was too inconspicuous before.

On the surface, because he is a relative of the Grand Duke and has noble blood, he can enter and leave any place including the palace.

But in fact, in most occasions, he is treated as a transparent and invisible person.

He has a background and bloodline, but no power, no money, and no status!

This feeling was actually quite uncomfortable. Now he was obviously anxious to make a good impression and leave a lasting impression in front of the Grand Duke.

This feeling is easy to understand, so he will definitely complete this plan at all costs.

No matter how powerful the national defense is, it only has the ability to protect a small country!

Thomas sighed. That was all the information he had.

Although Wolf's Nest tried hard to find out, it was clearly still lacking in this matter.

All we can say is that Thomas was convinced of something else.

The organization of Night Wolves probably has its den in more than just Kiev.

One could even say that this organization is a secret intelligence agency with ties to multiple countries, but it's trying hard to conceal its existence, which is why it's not well-known.

In this way, although there are dangers, if everything goes well and Thomas is promoted from the position of station chief, he will have a good secret information channel.

This is not just true for Ross itself, but also for other countries.

I'm afraid the Knights didn't expect this kind of situation.

Chapter 85: Protecting the Nation 6

The next morning, Thomas was awakened by the sound of a horn.

Someone blew a horn to summon the knights, and all the knight commanders and their men quickly gathered at the training ground.

There are a total of twenty-seven Knight Commanders. It is estimated that the Knights have summoned all the knights they can from the surrounding areas.

The number of subordinates varies from knight commander to knight commander, with Thomas having the least, only seven.

There was no way, these seven were the sergeants of the Knights Templar - Thomas had already brought all the men here, and no one could say anything to him.

Once everyone gathers together, you will know what is going on... Special Envoy Polei arrived at the Knights' headquarters.

This person is obviously here to lead someone.

The previous messenger couldn't carry it, so I had to come here myself.

But it doesn't mean taking everyone away as mentioned before.

The knights and sergeants below were all whispering to each other. Thomas soon heard that this time they were going to take away three groups of people, that is, three knight commanders.

This shows that the Knights also resisted through their connections with the upper echelons. The Knights were not cannon fodder to be dispatched at will.

Of course, it is not possible not to send someone, as that would be disrespecting the Grand Duke of Kiev.

In other words...select three knight commanders?

Logically speaking, we should choose the team with the largest number of people and the strongest appearance.

Thomas's team was the smallest. Thomas looked back at his own team and didn't feel that his team was very strong at all.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be selected.

Did you really think too much?

A little further away, Polei looked grim. He had a wound on his face, but he couldn't explain why.

The Knights were a valuable fighting force, as almost all of their members started out as mid-level officers. In a regular army, they would be more than capable of serving as mid- to lower-level officers.

Among the Knight Commanders, a small number of them are elite.

The higher ones are even more powerful, such as squad leaders and group leaders, who are basically elite and can fight against a hundred people alone.

However, he could not easily mobilize such a powerful army and could only mobilize three of them.

Beside him was a branch leader.

The team leader looked calm, even with a slight smile on his face.

"Lord Polei, which knight commander's team do you want?"

Polei immediately pointed to the knight commander who had the largest number of people in the team.

There were more than thirty people in total, including the Knight Commander, knights and sergeants.

The detachment leader tilted his head and signaled a messenger beside him to go down and pass on the message.

Polei looked for a long time and noticed that there was a group of knights with a particularly neat formation and a large number of people, so he chose them.

The branch leader's mouth twitched. Family members know their own business. This Polei really has good judgment.

As far as the Knight Commander is concerned, this team can be said to be the strongest team in the Knights Templar.

Polei is still searching, but the captain has given up. He knows there's a good chance these knights won't return.

The Knights did not want to bear such unnecessary losses.

"Lord Polei, let me recommend a team to you." He pointed at Thomas' team.

They had the fewest men and their formation looked disorganized. Furthermore, he remembered that the Knight Commander was named Thomas, a key figure.

Polei's face became even uglier. Before he could say anything, the division commander had already given orders to the people around him.

After the order was announced, the other knight commanders dispersed and went back to their homes and mothers.

Three teams stayed behind, including Thomas's team.

He simply announced the order and asked the three teams to take their equipment and follow Polei to accept his command.

The troops mobilized this time were not limited to the Knights. Polei had not been able to obtain sufficient manpower from the Knights, so he naturally wanted to mobilize as many people as possible from wherever he could.

Hundreds of people were mobilized this time, and with those from the previous few days, there is no problem in mobilizing thousands of people.

If we pile up head-on, we can kill a national defender!

In the past two or three days, the weather has improved and the temperature has risen.

In the woods, the knee-deep snow had thinned down a lot, now only reaching the ankles.

Groups of people were scattered in the woods, moving slowly towards the depths of the forest.

These people were divided into groups of five, each carrying at least one gun, and they kept moving deeper into the woods.

Among the front group of people, Polei held a shield in each hand and moved forward cautiously.

He was accompanied by the two Knight Commanders of the Order, and beside the Knight Commanders were naturally many members of the Order.

Compared to ordinary soldiers, all the members of the Knights are elite soldiers, and the two knight commanders are even more elite warriors.

Therefore, after getting the command, Polei immediately arranged them by his side.

After a while, Polei stopped and looked at the familiar figure that appeared in front of him again.

"Darisha, you are still here... You are waiting for the person to pick you up, right?" The envoy was overjoyed.

After repeated attempts over the past few days, I was finally convinced that the other party was waiting for someone here.

Won't leave easily.

Thomas in the crowd also saw this legendary protector of the country for the first time.

The woman named Darisa was younger than expected, with short hair that reached her shoulders, long eyebrows, and eyes that curved at the corners as if she was always smiling.

But she sighed and threw a javelin over.

To be honest, there is no threat in the throwing action alone. It is not particularly fast or powerful.

But the javelin exploded in the air with a sharp sound.

It penetrated a soldier who was hundreds of steps away, and the remaining force sent him flying.

"Come on! Everyone, come on!" Polei yelled.

However, the scene just now did have the effect of grabbing people's attention, and everyone around him seemed hesitant.

"Capture her and you'll be rewarded 3,000 florins! Commoners will be knighted immediately!"

"Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy!"

Polei shouted fiercely.

There will be heavy rewards for advancing and severe punishments for retreating!

Under coercion and inducement, the soldiers rushed towards that direction one by one.

The soldiers in the front charged forward, shielded by round shields, while those in the rear provided cover with bows, crossbows, and muskets.

However, Thomas was prepared for this from the beginning. He and all his men were equipped with muskets.

After firing a gun, staying in place to reload...that's normal.

So even though they were in the front at the beginning, when the battle started, the team members stopped to reload bullets, and naturally fell behind.

Thomas was very slow in pretending, his attention almost entirely on the woman.

This is a rare opportunity for him to see what it is like to protect the country.

Too bad it's not a safe auditorium.

Darissa was very fast, and in the woods, she used the trees for cover to avoid bullets and arrows, while throwing javelins one by one.

It can only be said that under the effect of some kind of supernatural power, these javelins exerted terrible lethality.

Even a shield couldn't stop it. After penetrating a shield, it could still penetrate a person, with the remaining force still able to pin them to the ground.

After throwing five or six javelins, she took out five or six more javelins from somewhere.

From beginning to end, the screams never stopped.

The gap in strength is really huge.

Chapter 86: Protecting the Nation 7

A javelin flew past Thomas and struck an archer.

Thomas went forward to try to save the man, but realized he was overthinking it. The spear had pierced his chest. In Thomas's previous life, this injury wouldn't have required an ICU visit; he would have been sent directly to the morgue.

This era is doomed.

But... Thomas noticed that the tip of the javelin was made of wood.

It is called a javelin, but in fact it is just a sharpened hardwood stick.

But those javelins at the beginning were real, at least you could see the reflection of the metal gun tips from a long distance away.

"Kill them! Kill those who cowardly!" Polei's roar echoed in the forest.

Under his urging, everyone had to move forward.

A moment later, corpses and seriously injured people were lying all over the forest.

At least dozens or hundreds of people died.

However, Darissa's javelins were also used up.

She must have hidden javelins in various locations throughout the forest, so she could replenish them after throwing them. But now, even the ones she had hidden, the improvised hardwood sticks she had carved out, were all gone.

The continuous throwing also consumed a lot of her energy, and she was obviously out of breath.

On the other side, Polei continued to urge teams of people to charge forward, but faced with such a situation, everyone's morale was low and their actions were naturally slow.

On the contrary, long-range attack units, especially musketeers, still have a very fast firing speed.

Bullets were fired from time to time, forcing Darissa to hide behind tree trunks from time to time.

She no longer had a javelin, but had a stone instead.

It turned out to be a sling. Or rather, a sling.

Stones flew over one after another, and the hit rate decreased, but as long as they hit, the person would still be either dead or injured.

Among the new group of people, several leaders were killed and the rest hesitated to move forward.

Polei was furious, waving the scimitar in his hand, "Come on, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"