People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 424
In Saladin's camp.

Baron Fulk counted his equipment over and over again, including spears, bows and arrows, water bottles, and quiver. It was not until Ivan came to urge him that he hurriedly crossed himself on his chest, his face full of shame.

"Father above, I will be forced to serve the heathen. My Lord is merciful. Please know that I do not do this voluntarily. On the battlefield, I will wait for the opportunity to escape and try not to kill any Christian brothers. "

"Fulk, hurry up!"

Ivan’s urging voice sounded outside the tent.

Following Saladin's military order, the entire Saracens camp was like a hibernating beast, and quickly moved into action. They seemed to be chaotic, but they gathered in a very organized manner under the command of their own chiefs, and followed the instructions of the superior lord. Military orders gathered together.

...

"Go away, I am ordered by my lord to come and command these dragon beasts, open the gate!"

Ivan put on the iron gauntlet, stood at the most eye-catching enemy in his barracks, and looked at the swaying figure walking towards the animal pen, with an undisguised disgust on his face—it was Thorle, this Only man-eating beasts!

Not only Ivan hated him, but also a large number of bereaved soldiers hated him.

During this period of time, ordinary soldiers were buried in the jaws of man-eating beasts every day. The Saracens stepped up their guard, but for the huge army camp, it was just a drop in the bucket.

If sight could kill, Torle would have died at least a hundred times the moment he appeared in front of the Saracen soldiers.

Torle was dressed in black scale armor and a pointed chain armor helmet. Under the lifted mask, he revealed an insolent and wanton face. He had no fear of the glaring eyes of the crowd.

"The damn beast."

"Ivan, keep your voice down."

Fulk reminded.

Torle's footsteps paused slightly, his head suddenly turned around, and he looked at Ivan with a malicious smile on his face.

Immediately, he came to the animal pen without looking back, exerted force with his hands, and broke the iron railing as thick as his arm abruptly, causing a suppressed exclamation.

boom--

The ferocious tyrannosaur, in front of Torle, a dragon descendant with the blood of a real dragon, is extremely docile. It lowered its head, allowing Torle to step on his head and come to the place behind it. On the dragon saddle.

"Let's go, little one!"

He flicked his long whip and looked down at the soldiers who were watching.

It's not that he doesn't know the rumors circulating in the barracks, he just doesn't care.

To him, ordinary people are just a bunch of weak and lowly bugs.

That is to say, he has no hobby of cannibalism.

If there is, rumors will no longer be rumors.

The soldiers gave way one after another, allowing Torle to ride a tyrannical dragon, leading more than ten dragon beasts to follow him, and walked out of the camp together.

But Ivan didn't move.

He stood at the gate of the camp, staring at Torle on the dragon's back with a cold expression.

Fulk grabbed Ivan's arm, trying to tear him away, and said urgently, "Ivan, don't be stupid."

But Ivan still didn't move, his eyes were fixed on the dragon beast and the big stupid man behind it.

Torle looked at the only man who dared to stop him with great interest, and lightly patted the neck of the dire tyrannosaurus. It immediately lowered its head, and its mouth full of sharp teeth hung down in front of Ivan.

But Ivan still didn't move.

Fulk was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He could even smell the stench coming from the mouth of the dragon beast.

This is the first time he has had close contact with these giant beasts that are not in cages. He knows very well that they can swallow a sheep in one mouthful, and they can also swallow them in one mouthful.

It seems that after several days of feeding, the dire tyrannosaurus also remembered the smell of Ivan and Fulk, and what Fulk was worried about did not happen.

The dire dragon raised its head and stopped paying attention to the two little guys blocking the way. It raised its heavy paws and stepped over their heads—more than ten giant beasts drove out of the barracks one by one, and the dust they kicked up made everyone Everyone became ashamed.

Wait until the dragon group leaves for a while.

Someone shouted: "Abdullah! The great dragon tamer!"

"Abdullah the Fearless Warrior!"

Amidst the cheers, Fulk wiped his sweat: "Idiot, next time you want to die, can you not drag me?"

Ivan smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I've said it long ago, there's nothing scary about this big animal."

Amid the cheers of the people, he ordered loudly: "All Ghazi warriors, my king's military order has been issued, and it is time for a decisive battle with the barbaric Franks. Everyone, get on your mounts immediately and follow me to Taki Master Ding's banner!"

He issued a series of military orders loudly, and the morale of the troops under his command, which was originally depressed, was actually reawakened by Ivan's brave feat.

On the opposite hillside.

Square flags painted with crosses in various colors, private coats of arms of knights and nobles, and iris flags are fluttering in the wind.

The scorching sun illuminated the sweaty cheeks of each soldier, and they all squinted their eyes. The enemy's formation obviously took into account the backlight factor, so that the Crusaders had to face the scorching sun when they formed formation at this time.

Every insignificant factor on the battlefield, spread to tens of thousands of people, will become a crucial decisive factor.

Lothar looked at the leader of the Kurdish cavalry beside him, and said with a smile, "Abdullah, it's time for a decisive battle with your Kurdish heroes. How do you feel?"

Abdullah smiled bitterly: "My lord, the battle is imminent, do you still have the heart to joke?"

The Kurds can see how many people regard Saladin as a hero. The Mamluks under Saladin's command, the Kurds are not in the majority, but the Turks, Turkmen, and Kumans are the majority.

"Of course, because I know we're going to win."

Lothar clenched the whip in his hand, with a confident expression on his face.

As the commander-in-chief of an army, no matter what he thinks in his heart, he has to act like this.

Behind them, the hussars held a three-meter-long hollow lance in their right hand, and pressed their other hand on the saber on the saddle. The excellent armor allowed them to maximize their impact without holding a shield.

It's no wonder that they often ridicule the Varangian Guards for occupying the title of Earl's Guards. In every war, their hussars can still follow Lothar.

Behind the hussars, there are cavalry archers in armor. The number of Tiefutu is too small to form an army.

A dozen or so scattered people were also organized into the team of equipped cavalry, and the order knights appeared in each team as commanders, and they did not all gather to fight.

Further outside, there are the knights of the order and the armored cavalry of the other lords. A considerable part of them are equipped with simple horse armor or horse clothes to resist the bows and arrows of the Saracens.

The teams of Templar Knights and Hospital Knights are particularly eye-catching because of their large number and clear distinction.

From a distance, the cavalry of the Crusaders looked like a colorful steel barrier, stretching across the hillside.

As for the infantry, who account for the vast majority of the Crusaders, they are still gathering and sticking to their camps. Whether it is an offensive or defensive battle, the cavalry, which is the most mobile, has to leave the camp as soon as possible. Everything can change.

The Crusaders consisted of 8000 cavalry led by Lothar.

Among them are only a quarter of the knights, and the rest are cavalry composed of self-equipped equipment of the wealthy citizens, and professional heavy cavalry under Lothar.

The gold content of knights in this era is far lower than that of knights in the plate armor era. By the time of the Hundred Years War, the proportion of knights among the heavy cavalry had even shrunk to one-twentieth.

This can be seen from the disparity in the proportions of plate armor and chain mail used by the knights of the Kingdom of Jerusalem.

For some knights with only one bridge, mill, or small manor, plate armor is really a high-priced luxury.

Lightly armored or unarmored light cavalry were scattered in front of and behind the team. They were equipped with light cavalry spears, bows and arrows, and javelins. They were the eyes of Lothar's army, and they were also responsible for harassing and delaying the enemy's offensive.

Their combat power is limited, but they are also indispensable.

(End of this chapter)