People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 558 Devastated

"How on earth did those Franks get here!"

"Where's our falcon?"

Governor Mahri's frightened and off-key voice suddenly sounded: "Those damn falconers who are derelict in their duties, I will hang them all on the gate of Semanud City!"

The staff member Kemeier urged in a hurried tone: "My Lord Governor, now is the time for you to make a decision. Should we retreat or face the enemy?"

"Idiots, a bunch of idiots, you messed up everything."

Governor Mahli roared angrily.

With red eyes, he pointed at the Crusader knights who were sweeping in like the flood of the Nile: "The flag of the double-headed eagle, the cavalry with wings on their backs, that is the army of the demon Lothar. Now it is no longer possible to retreat if you want to." It’s time.”

At this time, he could no longer care about the stupid idea of ​​preserving his strength, and shouted to his close guards: "My guards, for the sake of the holy fire, for your master, go and kill those who do not believe in the scriptures." By."

"call!"

The Mamluks roared in unison.

Hundreds of heavily armored Mamluks took the lead in mobilizing their war horses and launched a countercharge against the enemy behind them. The remaining ordinary Mamluks who received the order acted as support on both sides and followed.

They screamed at the top of their lungs, trying their best to cover up the fear in their hearts.

His eyes were about to burst, and his face was filled with disbelief.

"Crucian devils, the holy fire will purify all sin."

"The holy fire burns forever, supreme and great!"

Like butter cut with a hot knife.

The enemy knights still lined up calmly and neatly. There was no battle cry or violent momentum, but only a heart-stopping feeling of indifference and depression.

They are not the ownerless Mamluks who have become mercenaries. As a private army trained by Governor Mahri, their status is like that of the personal guards in the late Ming Dynasty. They are the most loyal and powerful fighting force under Governor Mahri. .

Perhaps due to excessive fear, each Saracen cavalry felt a deep sense of fatigue, and even the weapons in their hands seemed to be several times heavier than usual.

however.

Especially the tall knight at the head wearing a golden mask. The dragon-headed cloak behind him seemed to have transformed into a lifelike black dragon in the wind and sand, entrenched in the dark abyss and watching them coldly.

It seemed like just the blink of an eye.

Then, there was a rout like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

"This is impossible!"

Face their counterattack.

immediately.

The flanks, rear guards, together with the cavalry and infantry of the formation, together may not have lasted for a quarter of an hour, and they were reduced to scattered troops fleeing in all directions, abandoning their helmets and armor, and could no longer raise the slightest resistance. will.

The Mamluk elites, who were shouting and fighting fiercely, collided with the Crusaders' vanguard team - the heavy armored cavalry who were also equipped with horses and horses, and even their mounts were armed to the teeth.

The vanguard of the Saracens, the cavalrymen wearing brown, black, and white scarves and hoods, disappeared like gravel thrown into the sea.

Governor Mahri just watched the army he had built with so much money disappear like snowflakes, unable to even delay enough time to escape from the battlefield.

"This is absolutely impossible!"

He devoted countless efforts and wealth to cultivate the Mamluk Guards from an early age. He considered himself to be an elite force of the same size, even King Saladin's Kasaji Guards were not inferior to him.

How could he be like cannon fodder and be destroyed by just one encounter?

Could it be that his years of keeping a low profile, his suppressed ambitions, his desire and planning for a higher position, and his investment of huge sums of money over the years were simply the wishful thinking of a stupid and ignorant person like himself?

"Ha ha ha ha."

He laughed maniacally, tears welling up in his eyes, as if he was the absolute butt of the joke.

"Kemal, I am a self-righteous fool. I am returning to the city of Semanud without a face. From now on, the governor's seal will be entrusted to you. Whether you plan to dedicate the city to the Franks or continue to hold on. , it’s up to you.”

The staff member looked anxious. He knew that the master he was loyal to was stupid, arrogant, greedy, and stingy, but his loyalty had already been engraved in his mind, and he held on to Governor Mahli's arm tightly. "Sir, we still have a chance. Lord Adil is about to arrive in Buhaira Province. As long as we stay closed and guard the city gate, we will be able to hold on until the moment Lord Adil leads his army to help."

Mahri looked at his loyal servant blankly and shook his head expressionlessly: "No, Kemael, I have lost my glory and my most elite army. The city of Semanud will not be destroyed in any way. Maybe he can defend it, but even if he can - Adil will never allow an incompetent person like me to occupy a high position again. He will execute me to show his authority. If I die on the battlefield, I can barely survive. Decent.”

He raised the riding whip fiercely and whipped it on the staff's mount: "Go, Kemael, live according to your own wishes, and tell people that Machri died at the hands of the Franks and the Christian demon king Lothar."

...

The old mage, who was as dry as a dead tree, was nervously clutching the staff in his hand at this moment, without the high spirits he had shown when he cast a spell to summon hundreds of thousands of headless cavalry.

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"How could it be such a coincidence?"

"Are all these Saracen falcons blind?"

He didn't want to be an enemy of Lothar's level at all, but the worst thing was that he seemed to have no room to escape at the moment. The enemy came too suddenly, and he was not one of those rich people who could easily take out a portable The teleportation guy.

"They must be stopped!"

"While there are still many corpses available right now, the energy of death will be the most abundant."

"Damn it, all the materials I have collected for so long are wasted today?"

"Can't you sit down and talk?"

He was muttering in a language that the Saracen guards on the side could not understand at all, and the black mist surrounding him quickly expanded.

After a while.

A dense army of undead emerged from the black mist again. Some of them had only white bones left, and some still had rotten and shriveled flesh hanging on their bodies. There were cavalrymen riding mounts, and there were also skeletons without even rags or weapons.

They were not the Saracen troops who had just died in the battle and were resurrected.

Instead, the mage Alam used the death energy of the deceased to sacrifice their souls, and briefly embodied the ghosts who had died on this land for thousands of years. They were originally incorporeal and unable to cause harm to others. , as if separated from the material world by a deep barrier.

But now, they are coming from behind the barrier.

this moment.

Even though Lothar's cavalry team had high morale and extraordinary strength, they could not help but feel a little frightened.

The war horses stopped uneasily, walked around, and even threw the knight behind them off the horse.

Eclipse let out a high-pitched, disdainful neigh.

Lothar tightened the reins and said in a relaxed tone: "You are not the only one who has the army of the dead."

"Prajna, wild hunting!"

As Lothar finished speaking.

The temperature, which had already plummeted due to the army of dead people summoned by Alam, dropped a lot again.

Shocking flying frost floated in the air.

The black ink turned into black armor for each wearer, riding a skeleton horse, and the cavalry were surrounded by a cold air. Under their helmets, two cold fires were burning, and they were passed on with Prajna's silent command. .

These Wild Hunting Cavalrymen drove their mounts in unison and charged towards the enemy.

Compared with the black cavalry of Nilfgaard that have appeared before, these wild hunting cavalry are obviously more terrifying.

Because they already exist in the mythological system of this world. The Nordics regard them as Odin's hounds, and the Germanic people regard them as the minions of the God of Death. As for Albion and Celtic mythology, King Arthur and the demigod Gwen Other legendary figures are considered to have become members of the Wild Hunt after death.

(End of this chapter)