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Chapter 91 War!

The situation on the battlefield began to become chaotic.

For the vast majority of cavalry commanders, after ordering their cavalry to charge, the rest of the matter has nothing to do with them.

Because in this chaotic battlefield, it is impossible for the armored cavalry with a narrow field of vision to observe the military flag in the hands of the flag officer at any time.

Many knight cavalry holding lances with square flags and swallowtail flags rushed out of the battlefield and realized that they had crossed with the Saracen cavalry after their eyes suddenly opened up.

The square flag and swallowtail flag are the symbols used by Gallic knights to distinguish formal knights from attendants, so there is the etiquette of "cutting off the swallowtail" for the canonization of knights.

But for Germanic knights, there is no such emphasis.

Lothar had already pierced through the enemy formation at this time, blood dripped down the hilt of the sword, and the weapons worn by many knights were curled.

Only the hussars, their equipment is obviously better.

Before he had time to catch his breath, he saw behind the enemy, the enemy leader who was occupying a high ground to watch the battle, together with his personal guards, had already come towards him.

A trace of exhaustion emerged in Lothar's heart. In this kind of high-intensity combat, it seems that he will encounter enemies all the time, and the speed of human physical exertion is too fast.

He is not bad, his physical strength has already exceeded the range of ordinary people, and the condition of others will only be worse!
You know, before this, they had already gone through days of difficult marches, and their condition was not good.

He raised the armed sword in his hand and shouted: "It's just in time!"

"Flynn, mass blood waterfall!"

"Roger that!"

Fringira was covered under the robe, clasped her tender and slender hands together, and chanted the ancient Transylvanian spell in a low voice.

Lothar and the others, along with the somewhat tired mounts, began to flow blood in their bodies rapidly, and their hearts beat violently due to the high load.

Perhaps after the battle, they will all be weak for several days.

But now, they only feel that their energy is boundless.

"Charge with me!"

Lothar shouted, regardless of whether everyone heard it clearly, he took the lead again and rushed towards the enemy.

On the battlefield, actions communicate one's orders far more than voices.

Even the hussars whose feathers were stained with blood, and the rest of the crusader knights who rushed here with Lothar, shouted and followed Lothar to charge again.

As a crusader aristocrat and head of the Royal Knights, the best way to establish prestige is naturally to lead the charge!
The meaning of "charge with me" and "charge with me" are completely different!
At this moment, Lothar had no time to think about how much damage his side had suffered in the charge just now. This was a regular army battle, and the opponent was also an elite Mamluk, not a mob of desert bandits.

He could notice that several familiar faces were missing from the hussars, including a young guy who followed Ulm and became a hussar.

I must win this battle!
The distance from the enemy is getting closer.

Lothar and the knights under his command, like a group of wild beasts, crashed into the enemy's formation abruptly.

The sound of steel clashing.

The sound of a lance breaking.

The screams and roars of people are endless.

Blood splashes.

People turn their backs.

One after another cavalrymen in heavy armor fell to the ground, trampled to death by their horses.

The timing of the charge chosen by Ryan and Model is undoubtedly the most suitable.

They each led a small group of Varangian guards to serve as the vanguard, taking the lead and being unparalleled in courage, encouraging the morale of the ordinary sergeants behind them.

These heavy armored infantry wearing multiple layers of chain armor and holding two-handed axes cannot be hurt by Saracen's light cavalry bows at all.

Seeing that under the leadership of the Varangian guards, the armored sergeants were about to rush forward and surround the Mamluk heavy cavalry who had just fought with the Crusader knights.

These Saracen light cavalry originally wanted to rely on the suppression of bows and arrows to bankrupt the plan of the knight sergeants staying behind the camp, so they had to draw out their spears and straight swords and charged at the knight sergeants.

Their task is to delay the sergeant of the Knights before the Mamluk heavy cavalry eats the opponent's cavalry.

Even for this, sacrifice yourself.

This job should have been done by our own conscripts and armored infantry, but how could Zahir carry these cumbersome troops when he went deep into the enemy's territory?
"Go to hell, son of a bitch!"

Model saw the opportunity, avoided the spear of the Saracen light cavalry in front of him, and with a low body, rounded the two-handed ax in his hand, severely cutting off the legs of the mount.

In an instant, people turned on their backs.

As soon as the light cavalry fell to the ground, it was pierced into a sieve by the swarming crusaders with spears.

Another Varangian guard who wanted to follow his example was accidentally thrown to the ground by a spear, but got up from the ground cursing after a while.

He rubbed his shoulder, feeling that the arm was numb.

"Surround up, surround up, be sure to entangle the heavy cavalry of the Saracens, and don't give them a chance to charge!"

Ryan let out a hoarse growl.

"My lord needs our help, all the ax guards, the sergeants of the royal knights, for the sake of my lord, for the glory of the knights, come with me!"

Many crusaders also began to desperately.

They knew very well that, having lost their cavalry, they had no choice but to wait for death in front of Mamluk heavy cavalry, who were good at cavalry and shooting, and possessed devastating impact.

You must support your own cavalry!
Model screamed fiercely, tore off a Saracen light cavalry riding on a horse, swung his fist covered with a layer of chain armor gloves, and slammed it on his face.

He punched five or six times hard enough to smash this man beyond recognition.

His two-handed ax had been lost somewhere, so he directly picked up the iron staff in the cavalryman's hand, howled and rushed forward.

Behind him, the Varangian guards looked like land tanks.

They are proficient in fighting skills, cooperate with each other tacitly, and have heavy armor, which is simply not something that this group of Saracen light cavalry can deal with.

Those armored sergeants lined up in scattered small phalanxes, thrusting out like a forest of guns, and these Saracen light cavalry couldn't stop their charge at all.

Soon, the armored sergeants fought with the enemy's Mamluk heavy cavalry.

They used their spears to dismount the cavalrymen who had no room to maneuver. Immediately, a sergeant with a dagger held down the fallen cavalryman, tore off his helmet and stabbed it down severely.

A sergeant with a happy face had just put on the pointed helmet he had snatched from the Mamluk cavalry when he was pierced through the chest by a Mamluk cavalry who charged.

These well-trained Mamluk cavalry knew that they were being divided and surrounded by the Crusaders, and began to consciously retreat in groups.

As long as they are given a little chance, these elite slave cavalry are still not the existence that these armored sergeants mixed with a large number of hastily trained recruits can fight against.

In front.

Following Lothar's cavalry, they collided with Prince Zahir's personal guards.

One by one, the cavalrymen were stabbed and fell off their horses by the lances in the hands of the enemy.

At this time, we can see what advantages the hussars under Lothar have compared with the knights of this era.

The movements are more flexible and the combat skills are more skilled.

The speed at which they harvested the enemy's life even left a huge psychological shadow on some experienced Mamluk cavalry.

After this battle, they reported to Saladin in this way: "Those Frankish demons wearing feathers, they don't wear shields, and they can skillfully perform various difficult movements on horseback, as if they are the best at riding. like the Turkic nomads, but their armor, which is so bright that it looks like a mirror that reflects strong light, is so indestructible."

Gouging through, gouging through, gouging through!
The Mamluk guards couldn't imagine that this exhausted army could burst out with such terrifying power like a flash of light.

Lothar was covered in blood, and under the cover of Hans, Prajna and the hussars, he finally killed the enemy leader.

Seeing the astonished expression on the opponent's face, he slashed down with his sword. The power strengthened by the blood waterfall, combined with the sword made by Marles, abruptly cut off the straight sword inlaid with gems in the middle of his hand.

Sudden loss of strength, the enemy leader staggered and fell off his horse, rolling several times on the ground.

Several Mamluk guards tried desperately to rescue them, but Hans easily pierced their throats with a superb sword technique.

"Don't kill him, he is an honorable one!"

The eunuch's sharp voice rang out, and what he uttered was pure French with a Gaul court accent.

Lothar jumped off his horse, kicked Zahir over with one foot, put his armed sword in front of the opponent's throat, and said in Kurdish: "Tell your subordinates to stop resisting immediately, otherwise, I will cut off this 'noble man' 'neck!"

Zahir, who fell on the ground, was full of unwillingness and anger: "Impossible, kill as soon as you want! As the son of Saladin, I will never surrender to you despicable Frankish barbarians!"

He couldn't figure it out at all. He clearly had the upper hand when he competed with the court instructors. He was even honored as "the first Gazi in Aleppo" by many Mamluk cavalrymen under his command.

It is also rare to have the talent of a falconer who can communicate with the holy fire.

How could it be possible to lose so ridiculously like a child in front of the Frankish leader in front of him?

He didn't know that what he just faced was a terrifying force that was almost four times stronger than that of an adult male, and this strength was not even much worse than that of Hans under normal conditions.

In addition, Lothar was covered in blood, like a god of killing, killing whoever he saw.

All this way, the terrifying aura accumulated before reaching Zahir's face, has taken away his spirit first, so that he can't exert [-]% of his abilities, and it's no wonder if he doesn't lose.

Lothar was slightly stunned: "Saladin's son? Which one?"

The eunuch said: "It's Zahir, my king's favorite young son. You can exchange him for a high ransom, but please don't hurt him!"

Ding--

The system's notification tone sounded in response.

You are officially engaged in a kingdom battle between the Ayyub kingdom and the kingdom of Jerusalem.

The camp you belong to is: Kingdom of Jerusalem.

In this campaign, your current contribution is: 500, and you are currently ranked third, behind Earl Raymond in Tripoli and Earl Raynald in Transjordan.

After the battle is over, the rewards will be settled depending on whether the battle is won or not, and your contribution.

(End of this chapter)