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Chapter 89 Knights, charge!

In the evening, Ulm and others rode their horses to the army that was camping behind a leeward mound.

The newly arrived hussars and Varangian guards performed their allegiance to Lothar one by one nervously, and they will be incorporated into his own guard by Lothar.

In this way, there were seventeen hussars under Lothar's command, and ten Varangian guards.

Early the next morning.

The army set off again.

Marching in the desert is so boring.

Everywhere is a dim scene.

The ruins of broken walls and ruins of ancient buildings stand on the ground, and the mottled traces of past civilizations can still be vaguely seen here.

Ahead, thick black smoke billowed and rolled, reaching the sky.

The vultures circling in mid-air seem to be ready to fall down at any time, feasting on them.

"There is a situation, prepare to fight!"

Lothar ordered loudly.

Two knight servants acted as scouts, and went forward with light clothes.

Under the service of the attendants, the knights began to wear the thick armor, and the sergeants gathered on the baggage cart, hurriedly putting on their helmets.

No one could march in such a climate in heavy armor.

As long as enough scouts are scattered, the chances of being attacked suddenly in the desert and even having time to put on their armor are not high.

"The weather seems to be uncharacteristically hot lately."

Inspector Andrew sighed while putting on his armor: "Although it was very hot in previous years, this year is especially hot. Look, those river valleys are all dry and cracked."

"Why don't you kill those Saracen bastards? Why not choose this horrible weather to invade the kingdom!"

Prajna assisted Lothar to fasten the buckle belt on the back of the plate armor.

Afterwards, Lothar turned to help Banruo put on the half-body armor made by Marles himself, with a high bulge on the chest.

"It looks like the legendary Joan of Arc."

Lothar praised.

Hannya nodded slightly, and put on the heavy iron helmet.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, wearing such a pair of iron armor can't show her exquisite figure. Mallos is a pragmatist and has limited emphasis on aesthetics.

However, it can still be seen that Marles is "attentive", otherwise, unless his chest is corseted, it will be difficult for Prajna to wear this armor.

Furingilla was wrapped in a black robe, with only a pair of eyes exposed from her whole body.

Vampires are not afraid of light, but it doesn't mean that Fringila likes sunlight. Jerusalem's terrible bright weather makes her want to hide in a dark palace every day.

Not long after, the scouts returned to report: "It's just a village that has been plundered, but the enemy has retreated."

Only then did the army begin to advance again.

The soldiers couldn't wait to take off the heavy armor, but Lothar just said: "The enemy may not have gone far, and the terrain here is very suitable for the enemy to hide their whereabouts."

Immediately, someone was sent to severely stop those soldiers who wanted to take off their armor.

His hussars of the personal guard patrolled back and forth before and after the team. Lothar didn't need to explain to the soldiers why they did this, just make them obey.

In the village, there are ruins everywhere.

In the center of the collapsed earthen walls that had been burnt black by flames were wooden houses and furniture that were burnt into charcoal, with sparks still radiating inside.

The air on the ruins was scorched and distorted.

"Looking for survivors."

"The enemy goes deep alone, and it is impossible to take prisoners."

Lothar said loudly.

"but."

A trace of worry flashed across Hans' face, and he didn't say a word.

Sure enough, when walking through an alley, Lothar saw that the ground was full of "Jingguan" piled up with human heads, and headless corpses criss-crossed and randomly discarded in front of the church in the village.

The cross was broken and thrown into the fire to burn.

On the wall, there is a line of big words written in blood - pay back the debt you have carried out in Jerusalem for 100 years!
The bloody characters caused many soldiers who had never seen such a scene to look terrified.

They couldn't understand the meaning of the words, but they thought it was a curse left by the pagans, and they became restless because of it.

"This is the curse of the heretics, damn it, we will be entangled!"

"Heavenly Father bless you, the evil spirits will disperse!"

"We should take a chaplain with us and pray for us at once!"

Lothar sighed lightly.

He raised his head and looked at the vultures circling in the sky, intending to order his subordinates to throw the corpses of the dead into the fire and burn them - they didn't have time to bury the corpses, and it would be better to just die in the flames than let the vultures gnaw beyond recognition.

At this time, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

The sun in the sky was too bright, so he didn't notice an incongruous shadow hidden among the vultures at first, but the more he looked at it now, the more he felt something was wrong.

It seemed that a bad wolf had mixed in with the huskies, which seemed incongruous no matter how you looked at it.

"Oops, there is a falcon hidden among the vultures, and someone is watching us!"

Lothar shouted: "Everyone, withdraw from the village and prepare for battle!"

It would be bad if they stayed in the village and were caught by the enemy.

The messenger took out the bull's horn, put it to his mouth, and issued a melodious sound.

Some unidentified sergeants and knights followed orders and withdrew from the village in an orderly manner.

At this time, the scouts who were dispatched again suddenly rushed back, and one of them was shot in the chest. They shouted: "The enemy has not gone far, it is a cavalry team of hundreds of people."

Lothar asked anxiously: "How many hundreds of people?"

The scout faltered and said, "I happened to bump into them when I turned over a small hillside. They were hiding in the shadow of the river ditch. We didn't have time to count them. We only knew that there were black scales of Saracens all over the place."

"It's a trap!"

Lothar clenched his fists. Fortunately, he discovered it in time. If the team took off their armor here, took a rest, or drank the water in the well in the village that was probably poisoned by the enemy, the whole team would suffer a catastrophe. .

It seems that he already knows that his opponent has discovered his existence.

The dense sound of horseshoes sounded, and a cavalry wearing uniform black Saracen-style armor galloped out of the upwardly extending river valley like a gust of wind.

In the sky, the falcon shot out like an arrow, broke away from the vulture group, and landed on the arm of a Saracen knight.

He looked at the army that had quickly spread out and prepared to face the enemy with surprise on his face, and said something to his companions beside him. Immediately, the entire cavalry team began to disperse and approached the knights.

Lothar took the lead, leading the hussars, and the knights from the headquarters to meet them.

The power brought by more than a hundred armored cavalry immediately made the cavalry commander of the opponent frown—this army is by no means a mob of some small lord.

Ryan yelled at the sergeants under his command, and placed the carriage loaded with luggage in front of him, acting as a roadblock and a fortress against shooting.

There are also some sergeants relying on the ruins of some villages that have not been destroyed for defense. The enemy is only cavalry. In the terrain of the village, it is difficult to use it.

The sergeants of the Royal Knights, armed with shields, were not afraid of the cavalry and shooting of the Saracens cavalry, but what they feared most was their devastating impact.

close.

Lothar has roughly counted the number of enemies.

three hundred!

Three hundred light and heavy cavalry!
This is definitely not a small force, but an elite force under Saladin's leading ministers or lords.

The officer who led them must also be a big man.

Seemingly realizing that this bone was not easy to chew, the Saracen cavalry stopped not far away, bowed their bows and set arrows, and shot towards this side.

The enemy leader looked contemptuous.

Even if there are a large number of sergeants on Lothar's side, in a field battle, two legs can never run with four legs.

The number of these Saracen cavalry is more than twice the number of cavalry on Lothar's side. They know very well that the exhausted knights under Lothar's command who have gone through a long march are absolutely impossible to be opponents of their own cavalry.

The enemy leader raised his hand, lowered it.

The sound of the bowstring being loosened sounded.

The arrow is like a locust.

An arrow was nailed to the kite shield in Lothar's hand, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly.

His face was a bit ugly, the enemy's cavalry was more numerous than his own, unless the cavalry was used to hold them back first, the sergeants in the rear would have no chance to perform.

"Flynn, we are going to use the mass blood waterfall. We have to charge a wave. We are always passively shot. The blow to morale is too serious."

A rain of arrows,
Except for one unlucky ghost who fell off the horse and broke his neck because of an arrow hitting the leg of his mount, Lothar's cavalry company did not suffer any casualties.

If it is said that the armor on the armored sergeants still has some moisture, but the armor worn by the cavalry is almost all excellent.

As long as it is not a critical hit, or a mount, there is no fear of the Saracens' riding and shooting.

This is why the Saracens have begun to innovate their tactics in recent years and turned to training Latin-style cavalry who charge with guns.

Lothar rode to the front of the team and shouted loudly: "These Saracen villains who just slaughtered our Christian brothers originally wanted to use conspiracy and tricks, like rats hiding in the gutter, waiting for the opportunity to attack us .

But why after they were discovered, not only did they not run away like mice exposed to the sun, but they dared to shoot at the cavalry of our Royal Knights without fear? "

"Because they are not afraid of us, they know that we are exhausted troops who have come from afar. In their view, we absolutely dare not attack them."

Lothar paused slightly, and shouted: "But are you really planning to obey the ideas of these despicable Saracens?"

"No!"

"We're going to attack and kill these Saracen lackeys!"

The cavalry roared.

Lothar shouted: "Yes, in the name of the father, in the name of the Royal Knights of Jerusalem, in the name of the Winged Cavalry, charge!"

(End of this chapter)