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Chapter 117 Attacking the Enemy Camp
In Saladin's imperial tent, chiefs of various ethnic groups and lords of all sizes gathered together.

Saladin was sitting on the most central throne, listening to the complaint of the chief below: "My king, most of the people who suffered heavy losses today are our people."

"Prince Zahir led our troops to go out, and lost half of the troops in just one round. This is due to the improper command of His Royal Highness, so I beg that I can lead my troops to fight in the next battle."

The chief from the chiefdom of Tunisia said sincerely.

He didn't want his cavalry to be used as cannon fodder anymore. What kind of "genius" idea was this to use the light cavalry to head-to-head with the elite heavy cavalry of the Franks?
In his heart, Zahir is a fool!
Spotted Hyenas Born From Lions!

Zahir said angrily: "What does this have to do with my misconduct? As long as your soldiers are one-third as brave as the Mamluks under my command, if you can entangle these Franks for a while, these Frankish cavalry will be killed." Surrounded by Adil's Mamluks who are following, wipe them all out!"

"you!"

The chief of Tunisia was full of anger: "Is it all the fault of my soldiers who don't wear armor and only carry bows and javelins, and it has nothing to do with you, the commander?"

Zahir was still somewhat dissatisfied.

But Saladin stopped him: "Shut up, Zahir!"

He said politely: "Chief of Tunisia, I will give you one-third of the spoils after taking Kaleburg as compensation. Now please forgive my son for offending you."

The Tunisian chief quickly lowered his head and put his hand on his shoulder: "Thank you for your generosity."

Below, another chief stood up, and he said: "My king, we can't continue to waste like this. We were called by you to participate in jihad. It has been delayed for too long. I received a call from Yemen today. The letter from the territory said that the neighboring chiefdom is about to move against my territory, and if this continues, I can only choose to withdraw."

Immediately someone responded: "That's right, my king, those Frankish cavalry are nothing to worry about, we just need to deploy a team of cavalry to intercept, we must win this battle as soon as possible."

Saladin was silent for a moment, nodded and said:

"Everyone, please rest assured that within three days at the latest, I will start a decisive battle with the Crusaders. By then, they must be exhausted."

Appease these chiefdom lords and send them away.

Saladin sat back on his throne with a dignified expression as he tapped the papyrus on the table with his fingers.

He was planning to fight a decisive battle with the Crusaders.

Moreover, from the perspective of paper strength, the army under his command is obviously more advantageous.

However, the tactics adopted by Baldwin IV were too steady. The high-spirited young monarch in the past seemed to be conservative and stubborn due to illness.

In Saladin's view, Baldwin IV adopted this method of warfare, which was tantamount to slow suicide!

But he also knew that if he wanted to attack this defensively focused army, he would have to pay huge losses.

You must know that although these chiefdoms are large in number, the soldiers they send are often only a few hundred, adding up to no more than 1, and many of them were lost in the siege battle.

The remaining [-] or so soldiers are almost all his troops, especially the [-] Mamluk cavalry. Once they suffer heavy losses, his rule over Syria and Egypt will be shaken.

In this land, too many forces against him are dormant.

So Saladin is also hesitating at this time, he is unwilling to retreat, because returning without success again will shake his prestige.

But he also didn't want the army under his command to suffer heavy losses, which would shake his prestige even more. Once a lion on the grassland lost its claws, it would even be swallowed by hyenas.

Although his kingdom has a vast territory, it is actually not as stable as it seems on the surface. In Syria, the remaining parties of the Zangi Dynasty are still dormant and secretly colluding; in Egypt, heretics who oppose him want to raise the banner of rebellion at any time. ; The chiefs of Hijaz and Yemen only surrendered to him in name.

And the Sasanian king!
The nominal ruler of the Zoroastrian world, who owns the most powerful empire in Central Asia, is like a sharp knife hanging over Saladin's head, making him sleepless day and night.

Saladin felt a little tired, he said casually: "Adil, how do you think we should win this battle?"

"My lord, the Frankish infantry is not as elite as we imagined. Most of them are temporarily recruited and armed pilgrims."

"As long as the enemy's main army is defeated, the wandering Frankish cavalry, no matter how brave they are, will not be able to set off a storm."

Adil paused slightly, and said again: "And as long as we get rid of the last elite that the Franks can gather here, more chiefdoms will be willing to participate in jihad and serve you."

The Kingdom of Jerusalem occupies the most elite part of the entire eastern Mediterranean coast, and the lords here are far richer than those poor relatives in Western Europe.

This is a piece of fat, enough to tempt those lords who planed food in the desert.

Saladin was silent for a moment, and called out, "Adil, my brother."

Adil looked puzzled: "My king?"

Saladin said in a deep voice: "I am only one step away from Jerusalem, help me to win this battle."

"I will do my best, my king."

Adil said respectfully.

At this time.

Adil vaguely heard, there were bursts of shouts coming from his ears, because the sound was a little far away, so he didn't react immediately.

Someone rushed to the entrance of the camp and was stopped by the Mamluk guards.

He panicked and shouted to Saladin: "My lord, the Franks are coming. I don't know how many of them are there. They rushed into our camp and killed everyone they saw."

"what?!"

The faces of the two changed dramatically.

...

10 minutes ago.

The sky was dark, and the sudden drop in temperature made Lothar feel like an ice can.

They had already crossed the camp of the Crusaders and came to a gentle slope. Below them was the camp of the Saracens. There were dots of bonfires stretching for tens of miles.

The knights rubbed their stiff hands, took out the lances and kite shields hanging from the saddles, and put them on, all of them let out bursts of air.

The low temperature in the desert is no less a disaster than the scorching sun for travelers who sleep out.

Lothar came to the front.

He urged his mount and ran in front of the knights.

Knights wearing different helmets raised their lances.

Lothar didn't speak, he just drew a sign of the cross in front of him, and people understood what he meant - we have to grant a miracle, and this battle will surely be won!

Eight hundred cavalry lined up in a row, the deterrent force brought to people is unimaginable.

Lothar saw many familiar figures, he nodded to them one by one, and then came to the front and the most central position.

The hussars sent out spontaneously and followed behind Lothar, forming a wedge-shaped cone.

Lothar raised the armed sword carefully crafted by the blacksmith Marles in his hand, and rushed to the Saracen barracks down the slope, where he couldn't see the side at a glance.

The sound of horseshoes shook the earth.

The knights lined up in a wedge formation, held high the lances with various flags, and followed Lothar in silence to charge.

The arrangement of the Saracens' barracks was so loose—at least, in the section where Lothar led the attack, there was not even a wooden wall for defense.

Perhaps it is because, in the desert, wood is too rare.

It is said that once, when the Crusaders attacked Kale Fort for the first time, the Zoroastrian army guarding here cut down the woods outside the city in advance, and the Crusaders could not even find the wood for building siege equipment.

In short.

The cavalry who charged bravely rushed into the enemy's camp like a gust of wind without encountering any obstacles.

In this camp, the troops from the Tunisian chieftain happened to live. They were suddenly awakened by the sound of horseshoes. They didn't even think that someone had launched a night attack on them.

Because for people in this era, the concept of "night attack" does not exist at all!
Even if someone uses this method, the results they can obtain are very limited, and even their own losses are even more serious. Over time, no one will use it.

A strange move, if it is not rare enough, how can it be said to be a strange move?

But if the strange trick is really easy to use, how can it be rare?
Lothar's blood-stained armed sword cut off the neck of a soldier who had just walked out of the tent and didn't even wear a helmet, and blood dripped down the blade.

The soldier held his throat, his face full of fear and disbelief.

Just by looking at his face, Lothar knew that the Saracen soldier he killed was a very young boy who could only be called a child in his original world.

Maybe not long into high school.

But now his mood is no longer affected by this. Instead, he is more concerned about how far away he is from reaching the seventh level.
Because he can recover his physical and mental strength, he must seize the right time to release a wave of big moves before leveling up.

The armored cavalry charged wantonly.

The ability of night vision is simply cheating.

Those Saracen soldiers who rushed out of the camp couldn't even tell who was the enemy and who was their own, so they could only fight on their own, and the counterattack was frighteningly low.

"Don't love to fight, follow me!"

"If you get separated from the main force, find the right time to disperse and retreat."

Lothar yelled.

This was just an insignificant corner of the Saracens camp. What he was looking for was the Saracens' stables and a place to store grain and grass.

Burning the stables would take away the strongest cavalry of the Saracens.

After burning the food and grass, they had to retreat immediately.

But the battlefield was so chaotic, and in the camp like a street fighting situation, there were too few people who could hear Lothar's words clearly.

Some knights wore barrel helmets with only a gap exposed, and after rushing for hundreds of meters, they realized that they were far away from the main force.

Fortunately, the enemy did not organize an effective defense at all. After they realized this, they also began to retreat and reunited with their comrades in arms.

With night vision, they will not run around like headless chickens.

Lothar asked, "Flynn, how long can the group night vision last?"

Flynn replied: "At most half an hour, you have to hurry up. Also, during this period of time, I can no longer use the mass blood waterfall to benefit you."

(End of this chapter)