People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

"It's finally time for a decisive battle."

Renault felt a little parched.

He didn't care about the fall of any holy land. Although he also converted to the so-called "orthodoxy", Lei Nuo only wanted better treatment after conversion.

"Brothers, follow me closely, no one is allowed to fall behind."

Wearing a black chain mail, he ordered.

"Look, boss!"

"The beast of the enemy!"

The Kurdish cavalry of the Sayo Department exclaimed.

The earth is shaking.

Accompanied by the roar of war drums.

More than a dozen giant beasts with a height of five meters and more burly than a war elephant walked with heavy steps, shattered the gate of the camp, and came to the frontal battlefield.

Rhinoceros-style iron rams were added to their heads, and several riders rode on dragon saddles behind them.

Torle stood on the back of the dire dragon at the front, holding a javelin in one hand and holding a helmet in the other, his eyes staring at him.

Behind these behemoths, the Saracen infantry formed several square formations also drove out of the camp and marched slowly.

"This guy is really crazy."

Veneto's face was full of disgust, and he clenched his fists: "I hate people who are more arrogant than me, Hans boy, let me wash away your shame."

"This is a battlefield, Veneto. It's not just the gangsters in the market fighting alone. Before leaving, the Lord told us to work together to get rid of this guy as soon as possible."

Hans did not follow Lothar, the Royal Knights led by him had to fulfill the duty of guarding the royal family in this battle.

Veneto was not included in the cavalry led by Lothar because he was not good at riding.

"understood."

Veneto replied with a lack of interest: "You always use an adult to suppress me, are you a child?"

Hans smiled and said nothing.

He was not a person with a strong personality, otherwise he would not be able to get along with Veneto's dog temper.

"Your Majesty, the enemy seems to be attacking our camp directly."

Raymond, who stayed in front of the king's car, wrapped himself tightly in a plate armor.

The princes and nobles in the Middle Ages all had the tradition of personally leading troops to fight. Kings who died on horseback and nobles abound. At critical moments, both Raymond and Baldwin IV were going to fight.

"After all, Saladin couldn't hold back first."

Baldwin IV had a confident smile on his face. No one can judge the direction of this war, but as far as the current situation of the Crusaders is concerned, it is already an advantage to be able to use the advantage of the camp to resist the enemy's charge. .

View from the sky.

The black-armored Saracen army slowly marched towards the Crusaders' camp like waves.

Saladin in golden armor, surrounded by thousands of elite Kasagi guards, looked far away at the crusader cavalry on the opposite hillside, occupying favorable terrain in advance.

"Takidin, my guard, I leave it to you."

Takidin said solemnly: "My king, I assure you that the Frankish cavalry will not be allowed to appear on the enemy side where they should not be."

"it is good!"

The melodious horn sounded.

Behind the Saracen army, four giant catapults that were originally used to attack the city were lifted off their hoods. This siege weapon has limited accuracy, but it can still exert its power in the face of the stationary Crusader camp. .

"put!"

General Saracen shouted.

The polished shell was thrown out with a whistling sound, only one of the four boulders hit the camp of the Crusaders, and the shell plowed the ground, grinding out a piece of blood and mud.

At this time, there is no ballistics to speak of. This kind of war machine, which takes a lot of time to reload and has a very limited accuracy, can only play a very limited role.

But it still dealt a huge blow to the morale of the Crusaders.

"The glory of the Father shines on us, Saint Michael is with us, Amen!"

The "True Cross" (referring to the imitation version), under the Archbishop of Tyre, prayed loudly: "All pagan devils will disappear in this holy place like ice and snow!"

The intention of the Saracens was obvious. A larger cavalry team confronted the Crusaders' cavalry, and then relied on the dire dragon to attack the Crusaders' camp head-on.

The crossbows of the Crusaders, the bows and arrows hit these big men, they couldn't pierce their strong scales at all, and could only bounce back weakly. As long as these giant beasts broke up the formation of the Crusaders, the Saracens' infantry would have an absolute advantage .

"What shall we do now?"

Jeanna, who was following Lothar, said, "Do you want me to lead a cavalry to copy the enemy's rear?"

Lothar looked at the Saracens cavalry on the opposite side, and shook his head: "The enemy is staring at us, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, these big guys, of course Flynn and the others will deal with them."

"Dragon hunting crossbow, get ready!"

In the Crusader camp, with the roar of Baron Godfrey, the ballista erected on the wall of the camp was aimed at the incoming dire dragon. Disaster.

A sharp heavy crossbow with the sound of howling wind.

The arrowheads made by the magic-resistant gold made them penetrate into the body of the dire dragon without any effort. No matter how strong the bodies of these giant beasts were, three dire dragons fell to the ground in an instant.

The remaining few dire dragons, on the contrary, aroused their viciousness. They are not creatures full of magic power like wizards, and the effect of anti-demon gold on them is smaller, which makes them still growl after being hit. rushed to the camp.

boom--

The wooden walls of the village were destroyed.

Soldiers riding on dragon saddles either bent their bows and set arrows, or threw spears and fire cans.

Torle was especially arrogant. He didn't even wear a helmet, his face was covered with scales, and with a spear in his hand, he immediately aimed at the heavily armored Ryan.

Ryan suddenly felt his heart tighten, and the terrifying coercion of the enemy made him unable to even have the slightest desire to resist for a while.

boom--

The spear was thrown.

But failed to hit Ryan.

"Knight Hans!"

He looked at Hans standing in front of him in surprise, wearing bright plate armor.

Hans didn't answer, and looked at the man on the dragon saddle.

The corners of Torle's mouth curled up slightly: "Meet you again."

boom--

The strong wind from behind made Torle subconsciously dodge to the side, but the iron throwing spear came at a very fast speed, hitting Torle's shoulder in a split second, knocking off the upper armor .

Veneto sneered: "I can deal with this kind of idiot by myself."

Hans frowned and said, "Don't forget your lord's order."

As soon as the voice fell, he rushed to Toorle first.

Veneto snorted coldly, "Don't take the head, you brat."

Torle on the dragon saddle was already burning with anger. He pulled out the throwing spear on his shoulder, regardless of the flesh and bones stained on it, his body quickly swelled to a height of more than two meters.

Unexpectedly, he cast a half-dragon form without any scruples and rushed towards Veneto.