People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

At this time, in the open space between the camps of the two armies.

Two large cavalry teams have entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat.

Flails, maces, armed swords, maces
Riding on horses dressed in various horse clothes, the Crusaders cavalry brandished a variety of secondary weapons and fought life and death with the enemy.

At this time, the role of plate armor is perfectly reflected.

In order to restrain the heavy chain mail commonly used in this era, whether it is the Frankish knight or the Saracens cavalry, most of the secondary weapons equipped are blunt weapons. Under the attack of this kind of weapon, the chain mail can only ensure that the soldiers die relatively whole.

But the plate armor is different. The plate armor with the lining as a buffer not only has excellent flexibility and defensive power, but also has the ability to resist blunt blows far beyond what chain mail and scale armor can match.

I don't know how many Mamluks with superb martial arts skills fell under the hammer of the Crusader knights.

Fulk narrowly avoided a mace from "Brother Christ" in front of him.

He knew very well that if he was hit by such a vicious weapon, it would not be as simple as a bruise.

He raised the straight sword in his hand and parried the enemy's sword, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart. In this kind of melee, how could he explain his identity clearly? With the Saracen-style armor on his body, he could It can only be regarded as an enemy by the Crusaders.

The enemy's attack is heavier than one.

Fulk lost the opportunity, and now even parrying has become extremely difficult.

At this time, the "enemy" in front of him suddenly fell off his mount. Looking back, he realized that Ivan took a gap in his busy schedule and pierced the "front armor" of the enemy's mount with a javelin, thus saving his life. own.

This time, it seemed that Fulk had been awakened.

He realized that in this life-and-death battlefield, there is no need to think about any superfluous things—nothing is more important than surviving!

The iron spear swept across.

In the hands of Lothar, this weapon made of iron from the outer space has displayed a terrifying combat power that is not inferior to Hans in the slightest.

It was as if the brave general who used heavy weapons at every turn in the deductive novel had come to reality.

Lothar completely used this iron spear as an iron rod. With the huge strength in his hand, he didn't need to consider the bearing capacity of the mount under his crotch. With a sweep, he could smash the enemy in heavy armor to the bone. Broken ribs.

With the eye-catching degree of his armor, there are countless enemies besieging him, but with the Prajna guards in the book, he only needs to consider the defense on the other side, and almost no enemy is his one-shot enemy.

The two rushed all the way like this, and even Lothar didn't know how many enemies died under his iron spear.

When Lothar was soaked in blood and pierced through the enemy's formation, he suddenly saw Saladin who was surrounded by layers of black armored cavalry. The opponent was wearing a golden armor, and a very handsome eagle stood on his shoulder.

At this time, the other party waved to him with a smile, as if welcoming him to be a guest, and also as if mocking him, obviously the distance is so close, but he will never be able to cross the sky.

Lothar took a deep breath, turned his horse back again, and led more than a dozen hussars who followed him all the way to charge, and charged towards the enemy's back again.

He didn't rush towards Saladin rashly, his intuition told him that there was an extremely terrifying danger lurking there.

Until now, Saladin's spellcasters and the giant dragon have not made a move. Lothar is very clear that they are still dormant, like rattlesnakes common in the desert, blending with the yellow sand, ready to spray deadly venom at any time .

The smile on Saladin's face was a little stiff.

He murmured in a low voice, "How many years has it been?"

How many years have you been unable to feel the emotion of fear?
He was a little at a loss. Could it be that he was really old?
Not only Saladin, but Mudriji who was not far away suddenly said to Shemail beside him: "Even I feel fear, do you know what kind of spell it is?"

Shamel was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Mudriji, who has always been taciturn, would take the initiative to talk to him.

He shook his head and said: "I don't know. If it is a mass fear technique, it is impossible that even you and I will be affected. The power of my Karelian fire dragon is not as breathtaking as his - maybe he is something Heir of the evil god?"

Mudrigi was silent for a moment, and said: "You should also make a move. At least let your giant dragon partner attack the enemy's camp first, so that we can see what cards the Frankish spellcaster has hidden."

Master Shemail considered for a while, nodded and said: "There seems to be no better choice. Your Excellency Mudrigi, I will attack the enemy camp with my dragon partner, and I will leave this Lothar to you. "

Mudriji frowned and said, "You have to be with it. As a high-level dragon, the Karelian Fire Dragon is completely capable of fighting independently."

Shamel shook his head and said: "But after all, he doesn't have the quick brain of a human spellcaster, and our ever-changing methods—Master Mudrigi, 'he' is my best friend, not my pet, I care about it very much." his safety."

Mudriji's face was not very good-looking, and he replied coldly: "It's up to you."

no longer speak.

On the high ground to watch the battle.

Prince Zaheer, who led hundreds of cavalry under his command, looked at the unstoppable figure covered in blood in the distance and looked like an unstoppable demon, and gritted his teeth - that man was the culprit for his fall into this situation.

He is stronger, and his minions are larger and more elite than when they fought against each other.

Could it be that he would never be able to defeat this nightmare in his heart and wash away the shame?
Prince Zahir's heart is full of depression. The man he regards as his old enemy is now a powerful party with an army of tens of thousands. Not only did he fail to take back the territory of Aleppo, but only a few hundred people remained famous cavalry.

How can you be content with such a situation?

"Your Highness, my king calls you over."

The tall Nubian slaves trotted all the way to report.

Zahir recognized him as his father's most trusted court eunuch.

"Ah, oh, good."

Zahir, who was caught off guard, couldn't believe it. Since that failure, Saladin has almost never summoned him again. Many people took this as a signal that he was completely excluded as the heir to the throne.

Now, he only has one guard Mamluk who is loyal to him, but because there is no fiefdom, even this few hundred cavalry are struggling to maintain.

Zahir followed the eunuch to Saladin, and said with some doubts, "Father."

"Do you have a task for me?"

Saladin nodded slightly: "Zahir, I want you to command the remaining Kasaji guards."

The total number of Saladin's Kasaji guards reached tens of thousands, but not all of them were brought to the battlefield.

The reason is the same as those order knights who stayed in the territory under Lothar's command.

As the king's guard Mamluks, many members of the Kasaji guards held important positions in the Ayyubid Dynasty, even the great officials of the border. This is why the Mamluks are called "the class disguised as an army".

Because they were born as slaves, they were trained by the monarch in a closed way since they were young, and they had little to do with the local princes and nobles. They were released to serve as officials, which can greatly reduce the risk of enemy rebellion.

It can be compared to the eunuchs of the Eastern Empire, except that they have never been castrated.

In addition, Saladin dispatched three thousands of Kasaji guards to serve under Takiddin's command, and there were less than [-] Kasaji guards left under him.

Zahir was stunned for a moment, wondering if he was hallucinating: "Are you serious?"

Saladin's voice was very gentle. He pressed Zahir's shoulder and said with a smile, "Of course, my son."

Zahir raised his head and looked at his father who was nearly fifty years old in front of him. He was indeed old, his beard was a little gray, and his face was full of wrinkles. It had been many years since he had looked at his father's appearance so seriously. ?

Saladin was still talking, his eyes full of love: "In addition to my guards, I will send another two thousand Nubian light cavalry to your command, Zahir, you were once defeated by Lothar, this time, Don't let me down, be sure to curb the charging momentum of the Frankish cavalry and cut them off!"

The Nubian light cavalry refers to the light-armored javelin cavalry sent by the lords who surrendered to Saladin in the Nubian region south of Egypt. Their combat effectiveness can only be said to be better than nothing.

Zahir said without hesitation: "Father, I will do my best until I die!"

"Son, after this battle, I will hand over Aleppo and northern Syria to you."

Salah al-Din looked solemn. He had actually thought about his funeral a long time ago. Damascus and the southern region were handed over to his eldest son, Egypt to his second son Aziz, and Aleppo and northern Syria to his third son.

If the Holy Land can be regained, the Holy Land will naturally be handed over to his brother Adil.

"Thank you father."

Zahir was full of surprises. He was fed up with living in no fixed place. A prince without a land would not get any respect.

He stood up, bowed respectfully to Saladin, and under Saladin's gaze, got on his horse and went to take over the army sent to him by Saladin.

Looking at the back of his son.

Saladin sighed softly.

Under the persecution of the enemy, he was forced to send the elite as a reserve team to the battlefield.

And the number of reserve teams in his hands is constantly decreasing, and one card after another is being played. It is difficult that in the end, he really has to count on those "Mutavias" (volunteers, referring to militias who voluntarily participate in jihad) to reverse the situation. Is it the battle?
"Shermail, Mudriji, when will you two make a move?"