People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 473 Nilfgaardians

On a high ground a few kilometers away from El-Arish.

Yasar raised an arm, and in the sky, a falcon quickly landed on the wristband on his arm like an arrow.

He looked down at the Crusader cavalry who were encamped beside the ruins of the town and couldn't help but admire: "They are all equipped with armor, men and horses, uniforms, neat military appearance, and strict discipline. Those must be Lothar's Praetorian Guards, right?" ?”

"Yes, sir."

The guard beside him said respectfully.

Yassar's eyes were full of envy: "It looks like it is even more elite than King Saladin's Kasaji Guards. If I could have such a Mamluk Guard, how could I only be a gatekeeper until now?" Hound?"

"My lord, the burning of Arish this time is enough to prove your loyalty. Governor Adil must also see it. In the future, sooner or later, you will take charge of the whole party."

"hope so."

Yasar was silent for a moment and then said: "Send the people from the Mor tribe to attack."

"But these Franks seem to be well prepared."

"An excellent hunter, no matter how well prepared his prey is, there will still be flaws to be found."

Yasar smiled and added: "I believe that the outstanding warriors of the Mor tribe can definitely complete this arduous task - for the eternal holy fire, for King Saladin, and for more fertile pastures."

He raised his glass, a hint of gloom flashing across his smile.

"Give this golden goblet to Chief More and tell him that if he burns the Franks' baggage trains, when he returns to Cairo, I will decide to grant him a lush pasture that can support a tribe of 3 people. "

"Yes!"

Derem and his cavalry were walking a little tiredly in the desert.

The carriage behind him made a creaking sound as it walked. It was loaded with grain, grass, and water cans.

This was Derem's first mission after joining the heavy cavalry company. It was neither a frontal fight nor a surprise attack on the enemy's rear. It was just a cool job of escorting food, grass and baggage.

But hard work doesn't mean it's unimportant.

Derem knows better than anyone how important the baggage team is when marching in the desert.

"Man, I heard that you are also a knight personally conferred by the Marquis, right?"

A middle-aged knight stepped forward to talk.

"Then you must have experienced miracles, right."

"miracle?"

"It's the knowledge that appears in your head out of thin air, as if you are a soldier who has experienced hundreds of battles - but in fact, you know very well what we were like before."

"You too?"

"Of course, this is God's blessing given to us through the hands of the Marquis."

Derem smiled and crossed himself.

At this time.

A dark cloud flashed overhead.

He subconsciously raised his head and immediately saw the shadow of an eagle, fleeting among the clouds.

"It's the pagan falcon!"

He immediately reached for the lance hanging on the saddle.

"Take it easy, man."

The knight smiled and raised the wine bag filled with wine: "The innkeeper said it was fine wine produced in Provence. Would you like some?"

Derem shook his head anxiously: "Didn't you see those falcons? The Saracens have noticed us, and you still have the heart to drink? Don't you know how important the supplies we are escorting are? "

The knight burped: "Come on, if it's really important, how could the higher ups only arrange for us, the new recruits, to be escorted?"

"Camel boy, don't think of yourself as a uniquely smart person. The Marquis is not a fool."

The middle-aged knight grabbed his greasy beard and said, "Just wait and see, if those pagan brats really think that we are just a defenseless food transport team, they will definitely suffer a big loss."

Derem's tense body gradually relaxed.

Like the middle-aged knight, he also had an unconditional sense of trust in Lothar like a god: "I have to admit that what you said makes sense. But brother, did you drink too much? This is against the rules. Military discipline."

"what!"

The middle-aged knight threw the wine bag over. Derem lowered his head and smelled it. He found that there was no smell of wine. It was clearly a bag of water.Facing Derem's puzzled eyes, he smiled and said: "You are right about one thing. Escorting military supplies is an important job. Fortunately, you didn't think about taking a bite just now, otherwise I would have sent you to the baggage officer. Let me let you take the whip."

Derim muttered something in Kurdish. He really didn't expect that he would almost step into the trap of this honest-looking guy.

"Hey, I know you're scolding me, but this is my job."

He patted his chest, which had a special coat of arms on it: "See, the inspector's logo - don't look at me with that look. Outsiders often misunderstand us, thinking that we are all a group of people who like to inform and sell out. My friend. The last time the company captain of the Fifth Infantry Brigade withheld food from the soldiers, it was us who solved the problem. We not only maintain military discipline, but also protect you big-headed soldiers from being easily beaten and scolded by your superiors and withheld military pay."

Derem was silent for a moment and nodded: "I understand, don't forget, I am also a knight of the Order. Although I am still a new soldier, I know as much as you do."

"Ha, that's right."

At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and it was no longer as hot as it was at noon. Derem, who was riding on horseback, couldn't help but feel sleepy and tired. This long and boring march finally ended. It can easily make people feel sleepy.

"Wake up!"

The sound frightened Derim so much that he almost fell off his horse.

"Stop saying anything. Have you seen the mountain col ahead? If the enemy wants to sneak attack us, that's the best choice."

"why?"

"Because we are about to arrive near El-Arish, which is where the army is stationed. There are sentries everywhere, and our falcons come out and circle from time to time. The enemy has no chance to attack."

Derem cheered up: "Okay, I understand, I will wear armor immediately."

Soon, the entire grain escort team was properly dressed in armor.

"Derem, let's go to the front and take a look!"

The inspector knight looked at the silent mountain col and frowned.

At this time.

A loud hawk's call resounded through the sky, and it was a falcon that was flying above the clouds and had never been seen. It was bigger than any falcon that Derem had seen before, and it swooped down towards the mountain col.

next moment.

Shouting and killing.

Countless Bedouin cavalry were like a white wave, flooding towards the grain escort team that was swaying like a boat. There were those on horseback, some on camels, some without armor, those with javelins, those with heavy armor, and those holding lances. of.
"By God!"

Derem's eyes widened: "How on earth did the enemy hide such a large cavalry team under our noses?"

The inspector knight laughed and said: "What else can we rely on? The falcon above our head."

Derem said angrily: "It's already this time, but you still have the heart to laugh."

The knight looked strangely and said, "Have you forgotten what I told you before?"

"Where are our reinforcements?"

Derem looked around, but except for where the enemy came from, there were plains on three sides. Is there any place where reinforcements could be hidden?
"Lord Iron Knight!"

A hint of surprise suddenly appeared on the Inspector Knight's face.

I saw a woman dressed in white and snowy, like walking out of a painting, slowly getting off the carriage. She frowned and looked at the Bedouin cavalry, who roughly counted at least hundreds of them, with a flash in her eyes. A trace of impatience.

The bait was dropped and these people got hooked?

Any less and there would be no need for her to take action.

If there were more, she wouldn't feel unworthy of taking action.

They just happened to be some insignificant Bedouins.

However, the matter has come to this, and being upset is of no use.

Prajna took out a quill pen and wrote a string of Latin letters in the void. The next moment, hundreds of black-clothed men from the world of demon hunters, wearing black armor and flying-wing helmets, appeared. The cavalry, like a torrent, rushed towards the Bedouin cavalry on the opposite side.

They were all wrapped in black plate armor. They held up their lances and held high the yellow sun flag with a black background. They were silent, like a steel cavalry without any emotion, crashing into the enemy's team.

Derem stammered and pointed at the black cavalry in front of him, and looked at his companions. He wanted to seek answers, but he never thought that the other party's eyes were more shocking than his.

"Where did your lord come from with such an elite cavalry?"

"How did they get out?"

"Is it the invisibility technique? But why didn't I hear any movement?"

Derem looked at the familiar costumes of these black-armored cavalry, suddenly remembered something, and said in disbelief: "The Nilfgaardians are the Nilfgaardians described in The Witcher! They actually exist, And working for the Marquis?!"

(End of this chapter)