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"Attack! Attack!"

In a hurry, the leader of the Mamluks raised his spear and shouted: "Their retreat has been blocked, and they are seeking their own death!"

"The sacred fire burns forever, the highest and the greatest, and the time to wash away the shame has come!"

Wearing black scale armor, the Mamluks raised their spears, and suddenly began to speed up in the posture of charging with their guns learned from the Franks.

In the sky, a huge black falcon looked down on the ground.

The silver-gray wave and the black wave clashed fiercely in the canyon.

Otto was panting heavily, and the face-covered helmet only exposed his eyes, so that he had no time to observe the surrounding situation.

When he passed the first enemy, the spear in his hand broke with a click.

The spearhead was probably broken in the opponent's rib.

Without the slightest hesitation, he smoothly took off the armor-piercing hammer attached to the saddle, ducked short to avoid the short javelin thrown by the enemy, and propped up the kite shield to block the enemy's attack.

When he came into contact with the second enemy, he slammed the armor-piercing hammer on the opposite Mamluk's helmet with his backhand.

Immediately, the opponent's mouth and nose splashed with dirty blood, and fell directly to the horse.

"A group of Saracen bastards, I can't beat Lothar, and I can't beat you?"

In Otto's heart, he couldn't help but feel a sense of elation. He had been suppressed and beaten by Lothar in knight training since he was a child, but it didn't mean that he was a clerk who could only write.

Keng——

The huge force from the iron spear thrusting out from the opposite side almost knocked Otto off his horse. He could even hear the sound of metal deformation. The tip of the spear broke and was embedded in his belly armor.

boom--

Ulm, holding a warhammer, passed in front of him, easily knocking an enemy to the ground.

Although Zahn's Mamluk is considered elite, it cannot be compared with Saladin or even Zahir's Mamluk at all. In terms of personal fighting skills, it is completely crushed.

boom--

Something hit Otto on the back of the head, and the loud noise from the iron helmet made his head buzz, but the mount kept moving forward, carrying him forward.

Finally, the eyes suddenly opened up.

The number of enemies is not much, and he has successfully penetrated the opponent's formation.

Otto was panting heavily in his chest, and the silk shirt lining was completely soaked in sweat, but he didn't dare to take off his helmet for fear of being shot through the back of the head by an enemy arrow.

has been running far away.

Only then did he stop.

Looking back, the hussars were following behind him in embarrassment, some of them had their feathers cut off, and everyone's armor was scarred and dentted.

There was even a hatchet embedded in the gap of the shoulder armor of a hussar.

The hussar took off the axe, and the blood spurted out immediately, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

Ulm reined in the reins and shouted, "No one rushed out."

"Speedy Robert, Little John, and Jackson."

The hussars said in a hurry, their expressions were a little sad.

There are so many enemies, it is impossible for them to turn back and rescue their companions.

Ulm breathed a sigh of relief.

Only three people were lost, which was already the best result.

If they were shot and killed by this group of Mamluks holding bows in an open area, they would definitely lose a lot.

"They died for righteousness and righteousness, and the heavenly father will surely bless them to ascend to the kingdom of heaven."

Ulm said without hesitation: "Now, the enemy's footsteps have been delayed by us, retreat immediately and return to the nearest fortress!"

A line of hussars continued to run towards the other end of the canyon.

The Mamluk leader looked angrily at the wounded and corpses lying on the ground.

Some of them just broke their legs, or were knocked off their horses, and the Mamluks who were trampled by their mounts were enduring the severe pain and howling.

He looked at the hussars going away with hatred on his face.It is very clear that it is impossible to pursue it at this time.

He ordered: "Look at the corpses they dropped."

After a while, a Mamluk stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Faris, only one of them died, and the other two were knocked unconscious and fell off their horses."

"That is to say, we killed or injured more than a dozen people, and only changed the opposite person?"

The leader's face became more and more ugly, as if he had been slapped hard on the face.

"Don't hurt their lives, this is our trophy."

At this time, the dense sound of horseshoes sounded.

The other Mamluk cavalry who came across from the bread, just rushed to the battlefield at this time. Seeing the mess on the ground, they fell silent for a while.

Chasing ten enemies with fifty, not only failed to catch them, but was immediately and severely beaten by the enemy.

This is simply a disgrace.

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on the hill.

Zayn listened to the leader's shameful report, but there was not much dissatisfaction on his face.

He even felt a little taken for granted.

After all, in Alandre that day, the hussars led by Jeanne enjoyed her halo bonus, which was much stronger than the hussars led by Ulm.

He helped the Mamluk leader kneeling on the ground: "It's not your fault. I heard that some Bedouin tribesmen can rely on tattoos on their bodies to gain more power."

"These Frankish barbarians have evil wizards, and their cavalry have naturally been infused with evil power. It is already a remarkable achievement for you to capture two people alive."

"Bring them back, let the doctor heal their wounds, and treat them well. If you can torture them and find out the secret of training them, that would be great."

The Mamluk leader was slightly startled, and respectfully accepted the order.

He was very surprised by the change of his own adult, from the original greedy short-sighted, irritable and irritable, to the present approachable and broad-minded, it was like a different person.

If my lord can keep doing this, even if we don't regain the lost ground, we will surely be able to rebuild our foundation, right?

The leader thought so.

Port Ella.

Jeanne strode into the room with her sword in her arms.

Looking at Lothar who was sleeping soundly on the bed, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "Why are you still asleep?"

Prajna said in a flat tone: "My lord said that you are appointed as the chief knight of Port Aila, and all military affairs will be entrusted to you alone, and there is no need to ask him for instructions."

Jeanna rolled her eyes: "I know, but today is different from the past. The current adult has the most powerful group attack spell among us."

"If the enemies line up in a dense square formation, and a breath of dragon sweeps across, the power is even more terrifying than the artillery of our era."

Prajna asked: "How many times have the enemy come? If the army is overwhelming, the enemy has heavy equipment, siege weapons, and light and heavy infantry. I don't know how much time it will take on the road, and this is not bad."

"If it's just a small group of enemies, you can solve them yourself, there is no need to wake up the adults."

Jeanne couldn't help but look sideways.

What the girl from the ghost clan said seemed quite reasonable.

Coors stood aside and made a suggestion respectfully: "Ms. Jeanne, as I remember, my lord has always looked forward to that neighbor who can take the initiative to provoke a war."

Jeanna frowned her heroic eyebrows: "So, do you want to show your weakness to the enemy?

But those civilians on the border, are they going to give up like this? "

Coors said in a low voice: "This is where our servants should solve your worries and problems."

"Oh, vampire, it really is just a vampire."

Jeanna snorted coldly.

Coors looked at her blankly and stopped talking.

Furingilla was a little annoyed: "Coors also had good intentions."

Jeanna said coldly: "But his kindness violated my creed."

"Give me an order to immediately gather all the Hussars and set off with me. The Black Eagle Banner and the Earl's Guard are temporarily ready to defend the city. Outside the city walls, all the rest set off under the leadership of Hans Knight."

Hans frowned and said, "Is it too few peasants and soldiers to leave only one centurion?"

"At the very least, the Earl's personal guard should be left in Port Ayla, right?"

"There are militias in Ella Port. If there is a large group of enemies sneaking in, it is enough to recruit them to defend the city. If it is only a small group of enemies, it is enough to have you."

Rang Na looked solemn, wearing a black dragon scale armor, with a gray cloak fluttering.She nodded slightly to Banruo and Fulingira: "I will leave the safety of my lord to you two."

Then, he left without looking back.