People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 487 Pursuit
Senmut is a typical Egyptian name. He was also born in Mamluk, the guard of Governor Ibn, and won the trust of the governor.

But Senmut always felt that he should not remain in such obscurity.

He should do something great, just like his ancestors who were recorded in the secret books and served the female pharaoh Hatshepsut, and his namesake General Senmut, who is the leader of the Luxor region. The obelisk still records the glory of his ancestors.

On the enemy's camp, archers relied on the walls of the camp to launch a counterattack.

The arrows shot were accurate and heavy. Even if they hit the strong breastplate, they could still knock down the elite Mamluks with one arrow.

"Fire arrows to suppress the enemy's archers!"

"Get the cupping ready!"

Senmut shouted orders.

There was also a hint of shock in my heart: "In just one day, they built a pontoon bridge, crossed the river, and built such a well-defended camp. This army under Marquis Lothar is really no small matter."

But he immediately calmed down and said through gritted teeth: "But no matter how extraordinary it is, there are only less than 5000 of you!"

And the Mamluk guards under his command alone numbered 8000 people. Counting the Cuman, Turk, Berber, and Nubian mercenaries, the number was as many as [-]. .

Such a large scale, well-equipped, and elite force without conscripts is the ultimate force that Governor Ibn can produce!
This battle must be won!
Senmut's eyes shone with ambition. As long as he approached the enemy's camp and threw the cup prepared in advance, the enemy's elite force would be buried in the sea of ​​​​fire before long.

"I will repeat your feat of burning Saladin's camp."

"Tonight, the banks of the Nile will turn into a sea of ​​fire!"

Nearly.

Getting closer and closer.

Many Mamluk cavalrymen have even taken off the fire jars hanging on their saddles, preparing to throw them into the enemy's camp after breaking into the enemy's camp. When they built the camp during the day, they must have piled up a lot of wood, which was just the right amount. Burn it down!

But at this moment, a chaotic sound of horse hooves sounded in the camp.

The camp was dragged to the ground by ropes.

The heavily armored knights were like steel sculptures in the darkness. Under the dark helmets, only a pair of scarlet eyes could be seen, staring at them in the darkness.

Senmut saw a female knight in silver armor and red horse, holding a helmet in her arms, with long golden curly hair, holding high a flag with fleur-de-lis on a white background, and without saying a word, she took the lead in charging towards her side. .

Following closely behind were the knights.

Heavy cavalry with human and horse equipment, like iron towers, hussars wearing only half plate armor with feathers on the back, and knights of the order wearing black or white smocks with a conspicuous cross embroidered on the front.

They were like the surging Nile not far from the camp, sweeping towards the Mamluks led by Senmut with a terrifying sense of oppression that overwhelmed everything.

boom--

Two torrents of steel collided together, and in the blink of an eye, people were tumbling on their backs, with screams, roars, and roars mixed together.

No one could withstand the sword or spear of the female knight.

The battle situation presented an overwhelming disadvantage from the beginning. The darkness did not seem to affect the sight of the cavalry on the opposite side. Every enemy was terrifyingly difficult to deal with.

boom--

An iron spear swept across, almost knocking Senmut off his horse.

Fortunately, he lowered himself in time, allowing the bodyguard behind him to take the heavy blow for him.

He turned around and saw only a figure wearing a horn-like helmet, wielding a solid iron spear that looked very heavy, slaughtering his men wantonly like a wild beast.

His soldiers were cut down in rows like wheat.

Not only did the enemy's armor become stronger, but the Mamluks were even more proud of their martial arts.

"I lost."

"Is this going to lose?"

Senmut couldn't understand the direction of the battle at all. They clearly had an absolute advantage in numbers, but they chose to do so in the middle of the night when the enemy was exhausted. How could their defeat be determined so quickly?

"Retreat, we must retreat!"

"Commander, blow the horn and order my cavalry to retreat with me!"

Senmut shouted loudly that the night attack had failed, and it also confirmed one thing: in the field, they were no match for the Crusaders, and they must gather enough troops to return to Damietta to garrison.

The secret medicine prevented them from scattering like headless flies.

Senmut took the opportunity to gather his troops and withdraw to the north - his idea was simple. There was a piece of silt in the north. Looking at it at night, it was impossible to tell the difference between it and the flat land. As long as the Crusaders were led there, this battle would be fought. There is still a chance to turn defeat into victory.

What he is worried about now is that the Crusaders will not pursue them.

However, it was clear that his worries were unnecessary.

Lothar first transported the main force across the river in order to set up a trap to lure the enemy to attack and annihilate the enemy's effective strength to the maximum extent. How could he allow so many enemies to evacuate?
Jeanne immediately waved the battle flag and led the cavalry to pursue her.

In the camp, Old God Lothar was sitting on the ground in charge of the central army. On the armor rack, the Holy Cross plate armor, which had been polished to a bright shine, lay there peacefully - he had never planned to lead the troops into battle personally from the beginning to the end.

Chelinina frowned: "My lord, there are many enemies. Are you really not going to go out and take a look?" "No need to look, with Jeanne and Hans here, even if there are twice as many enemies, I will believe them." Can win for me."

Killing these ordinary soldiers will give him little reward for upgrading. In addition, his talent "Charge" can only increase morale, unlike Jeanne's "Flower of Knights" and the "Equipment Lance" in Hans's hand, which can damage soldiers. They increase their actual combat effectiveness.

For his already highly motivated and well-trained elite, it doesn't make much difference whether he goes or not.

"The territory of Sinai cannot be abandoned like this, but if you want to give it to others as a fief, I am afraid that not only will you not be grateful, but you will also have to bear infamy."

Lothar read the information sent by the Dark Shadow carefully and frowned.

After the exploration of the Dark Shadow, Sinai discovered several copper mines and turquoise mines with rich reserves, as well as barely arable land in the coastal areas. In addition, Lothar also knew that there were many oil resources hidden under the Sinai, but now It's just impossible to mine with technology.

But the cost of reconstruction here is so high that it will be a huge burden no matter who is entrusted to it.

No one will invest large sums of money here for reconstruction, and the pilgrims who migrated from Europe will not be willing to settle here.

Only with the Tree of Life in his hand, he might be able to turn this place into a treasure, but who knows when he will get a sub-strain of the Tree of Life next?
"Forget it, let's just keep the Sinai Peninsula in our own hands first."

At this time.

The excited voice of the messenger came from outside.

"Sir, the Knight Commander has defeated the enemy's main force and is now pursuing them. The Knight Commander said that if the enemy dares to escape all the way back to Damietta Port, she plans to pursue them all the way back."

Lothar frowned.

Winning is normal.

But the battle situation was too smooth. No matter how pusy the enemy was, they would not be overwhelmed by a single encounter. Governor Ibn's Mamluks were also considered elite troops and should not have performed so poorly.

"Nina, you have to go there in person. Tell Jeanne for me not to take it lightly. After this battle, the enemy has lost all courage and morale. Even if they fight a siege, the losses will be reduced a lot. There is no need to be so crazy. Advance by leaps and bounds.”

Chelinina nodded slightly and then disappeared into the camp.

"Are you worried that something will happen to Jeanne?"

Prajna's cool voice sounded.

Lothar shook his head: "Jeanna has a very keen sense of smell on the battlefield. She should not fall into the enemy's trap. It is not that simple for the enemy to pretend to be a 'broken army'. Being chased and killed by Jeanna like this is... A fake ulcer may turn into a real ulcer.”

"Then why are you frowning?"

Lothar was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: "I don't know, maybe I am worried that there are some secret spellcasters hiding in the enemy's army. After all, we just fell down."

Prajna nodded. She held a black helmet in her hand, with black and purple lines all over it. It looked like some kind of hieroglyphics, but it was not systematic, and it looked like a product that was forcibly pieced together.

Lothar was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why did you bring this thing over?"

This is the relic of the blood knight he killed in the small world.

"It might work for me."

Prajna tapped his helmet lightly, and black energy slowly poured into it.

With a soft sound, a burly giant with a jackal's head slowly emerged. After a fleeting moment, a giant mummy with green skin and a white crown appeared.

Both flickered for a moment and then disappeared.

"Anubis and Osiris"

Although it was just a glimpse, he still deeply remembered the true appearance of these two phantoms. They were clearly Anubis, the god of death, and Osiris, the king of Hades in ancient Egyptian mythology.

Lothar's expression was solemn. Even if all the old gods of ancient Egypt had fallen, not all the scum would be left. Just half a year ago in Montreal, he had encountered a crocodile god.

"Don't be nervous. This helmet is just a patchwork of the divine materials they left behind. It is impossible for them to be reborn through this."

Prajna said.

"In this way, the vampire can indirectly leverage the power of the god of death, but unfortunately, this is not the right way."

She opened her hand, and a black ghost-faced shield slowly emerged.

The ghost's face was full of intoxication.

As a fragment of the Gate of Hell in yesterday's giant ship world, it itself possesses the divine power of death. Therefore, seeing this helmet that also possesses the divine power of death makes me salivate immediately.

"Can you give it to me?"

Lothar nodded: "Of course."

"Eat it."

The greedy ghost face immediately opened his big mouth and swallowed the helmet into his mouth.

The system prompts immediately: The artifact "Prajna Shield" in the hand of your six-star servant Prajna has swallowed a death artifact and is about to obtain new characteristics, with a countdown of 24 hours.

During this period, "Prajna Shield" will be unusable.

(End of this chapter)