People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 92
Scorching sun.

The battlefield is filled with the smell of blood.

The fallen horses and floating corpses attracted vultures circling in the sky, as if covering the sun with clouds.

Lothar said in Kurdish: "Eunuch, order them to stop for your master, otherwise, I will kill them all. I think you can also see that we have an absolute advantage on the battlefield!"

The eunuch looked indifferent, as if he didn't have much worry about being in such a dangerous situation.

He bowed his head respectfully and saluted: "You can do that."

"Because I have no right to order the prince's personal guards, and I have no obligation to help His Royal Highness save the only armed force under him that still supports him."

Zahir's expression changed drastically.

Indeed, Aleppo and northern Syria are now in the hands of his uncle Savudin.

He has already lost his source of troops, and if he loses this loyal Mamluk guard again, then he will completely become an empty prince.

At that time, not to mention going up to compete with his brothers for the right to inherit the throne, even getting back his original territory will become impossible.

He hurriedly shouted: "I will make them stop, the leader of the Franks, let's stop fighting and make peace immediately!"

Lothar sneered: "Stop fighting and make peace?"

"You are mistaken, what I want is unconditional surrender!"

Zahir said sharply: "No, it's impossible, don't think I don't know what you're up to, you want to execute my subordinates after they put down their weapons, this is done by you Franks Come out!"

Lothar said solemnly: "I swear in the name of King Baldwin that after you and your subordinates put down their weapons and surrender, your lives will not be harmed. As long as Saladin pays the ransom, I will send you back intact. "

At this time, the situation has completely turned to one's own side.

But the Mamluk guards under the command of Prince Zahir were indeed very brave. For every second of fighting with them, more soldiers of the Knights were killed.

If the fight continues like this, the Royal Knights' family, which is not very rich, will definitely suffer serious damage. In the next war, it is estimated that they will only be able to watch theatre.

"If you don't agree, I don't mind killing them all—after all, Tucun's blood debt still needs to be paid!"

Seeing that Zahir was still hesitating.

A sternness flashed in Lothar's eyes: "Ulm, tie up this son of Saladin for me, and the rest of you will continue to fight with me!"

The effect of the blood waterfall is not over yet.

He intends to have a good time!
It just so happened that he was about to upgrade.

Fuck benevolence, righteousness and morality, and don't care about killing prisoners.

It's really come to such a tragic battlefield.

He doesn't want to care about anything now, the hostility in his chest makes him wish to kill all the enemies in front of him immediately!
"No, no, I agree."

"I'll make them lay down their arms!"

Zahir's face was gray and defeated, and the arrogance in his heart had been completely lost.

Lothar took a long breath and forcibly suppressed the surging blood.

He restrained the "too late" that he wanted to blurt out instinctively, and said instead: "You should be glad that you made a correct choice."

Zahir said in a deep voice, "I hope you can do what you promised."

He shouted orders to his personal guards: "Order everyone to retreat, wait for my order on the mound over there, and stop fighting these Franks."

After he finished speaking, the surrounding Mamluk cavalry who wanted to rush up to rescue their master began to retreat in an orderly manner without hesitation.

Zahir reminded: "Franks, you should also order your own people to retreat. I swear on the sacred fire and the honor of Saladin's son that I will abide by the agreement and will not let them escape, but I don't want to My guards were slaughtered for no reason, lest your honor and mine be dishonored."

Lothar nodded.

If Zahir chooses to directly order the Mamluk cavalry under his command to lay down their weapons, those under the command of both sides who are already red-eyed will not hesitate about these orders.

Zahir said again: "Frank, you haven't told me your name yet?"

Lothar nodded slightly: "I am Lothar von Habsburg, a direct vassal of King Baldwin, lord of Jogrysburg, Grand Master of the Royal Knights."

Zahir thought for a while, and said honestly, "I haven't heard of it. But I will tell my father this way, you defeated and captured me."

"It's an honor to be known by your father by my name."

Lothar nodded, then turned and left.

Zahir looked at his personal eunuch who had always looked down on him in the past, and said with some regret: "I'm sorry, Harry, I treated you like that, and you were still advising me just now."

Obviously, the eunuch's previous sharp remarks were just to remind Zahir.

Harry smiled wryly: "You are a smart prince, your arrogance has destroyed your sanity, I hope this time, if we can go back alive, you can make a difference."

Zahir said in a deep voice, "I will, definitely will!"

With the sound of the horn.

The sporadic fighting between the two sides gradually ended.

The Mamluk cavalry withdrew in an orderly manner. On the contrary, some red-eyed knight cavalry still roared and wanted to charge, but they were exhausted after a while.

Napoleon once said that two Mamluk cavalry would outperform three Gallic cavalry, but a thousand Gallic cavalry would outperform fifteen hundred Mamluk cavalry.

This sentence is used to describe the individual martial arts of Mamluk cavalry, but the organization is low.

But in this day and age it's quite the opposite.

Compared with the well-trained Mamluk guards, the crusader knights under Lothar's command are superior in personal martial arts and morale, but their organization is not as good.

This is still the knights of the Royal Knights, who have already experienced some targeted training. If it were the rest of the Crusader knights, the situation would only be worse.

"Clean the battlefield and count the casualties."

Lothar said to Hans on the side: "Don't stand still, go and perform your duties as a commander."

"Prince Zahir, now you can order your subordinates to come and accept the surrender. I will restrain my subordinates so that they will not harass you."

Prince Zahir sighed, "Okay."

He put his index finger and thumb to his mouth, and blew a sharp whistle. The next moment, among the vultures circling in the sky, a magnificent falcon swooped down.

Zahir looked at the eunuch: "Harry, bring my pen and paper."

He paused slightly, and said to Lothar: "I will write two letters separately, one to my subordinates, ordering them to surrender, and the other to my father, begging him to pay the ransom, and take me and me together. Redeemed by his subordinates."

"It's written in Kurdish, and I'll read it after it's finished."

Lothar warned: "Don't play tricks, and don't think about letting your father send an army to encircle and suppress. I promise, before that, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Zahir smiled wryly and said, "My father is the greatest king in the Zoroastrian world. How could he send a large army into the enemy's territory to rescue a worthless son who fell into the enemy's hands?"

Lothar nodded, and said to Ulm and others beside him: "Ulm, you take three hussars and 'protect' our Prince Zahir at every step, and don't allow anyone to approach, even us. people."

Although there are relatively few fanatics in the Royal Knights, Lothar can't guarantee that there is no one like Leonard who would rather break his oath, give up the ransom, and kill the heretics.

This cannot be explained by simple "crazy".

After a war, the two sides have already had a deep hatred, and who doesn't have a few close friends and relatives who died at the hands of each other?

Next, the Royal Knights camped in an oasis near the village.

The battlefield has been cleaned up, and the sergeants of the Knights are wielding the shovel, intending to put their comrades in the ground.

Contrary to Lothar's expectations, he made peace with Prince Zahir and asked Saladin to pay ransom in exchange for captives, and no one expressed dissatisfaction.

On the one hand, it is the tradition of European land wars to exchange ransom in this form and end the war decently.

On the other hand, on the battlefield, Lothar led the team to personally charge and take the enemy's head. The final feat has also conquered all members of the Knights.

This point was fully reflected when he was patrolling the wounded barracks.

Many wounded soldiers, even though they had broken an arm, still tried to get up and salute Lothar.

"If only Uldin were here."

Lothar sighed inwardly.

Then he realized that even if Uldin was there, his mental strength would not be able to support him to save many people.

Seeing the behavior of a "priest accompanying the army", Lothar couldn't help but cursed: "He has lost too much blood, and you still want to cut his wound to bleed, do you think he didn't die fast enough?"

"I warn you, don't use that unreliable bloodletting therapy. Have you all forgotten the battlefield first aid taught by the hussars?"

"The water source is right next to it, take it and boil water for disinfection immediately!"

Lothar yelled at the "doctors" who were more like butchers, and lost his temper for a while before walking out of the wounded barracks.

Hans came in time, with a sad face.

Lothar's heart darkened: "The statistics are out?"

"Yes, my lord. We have killed 86 people in total, including 36 cavalrymen and [-] knights. If the fighting continues, this number will only increase."

Nearly half of the cavalry were killed.
Lothar was silent for a moment, then asked: "What about the hussars and Varangian guards? Are they also included?"

"Yes, my lord, the hussars lost four men, and the Varangian guards lost no one, but two were slightly injured."

Okay
Lothar sighed lightly.

War makes people despise life.

If it were the past, Lothar hated those who slaughtered the weak most.

But this time, he didn't think about paying blood in blood at all, even though Prince Zahir had just ordered a village to be washed with blood—perhaps because it wasn't his fiefdom.

But Lothar had to admit that compared with before, he had changed.

Hans lowered his voice and said, "Those slave cavalry probably came to surrender in accordance with their master's order—my lord, when shall we do it?"

Lothar said helplessly: "Hans, I'm not a breacher. At least, not this time."

what?
do not you?

There was a flash of shock in Hans' eyes, and then he said: "My lord, I understand your scruples. After all, we have lost so much, and we must get something to make up for."

"You can understand."

Lothar clenched his fist, then let it go.

He said calmly: "Let's go and talk to them."

"Sir, do you want to bring more people? The group of slave cavalry may also have my previous thoughts."

Lothar shook his head and said: "No, it's easier for us to escape. Moreover, they can't ignore the safety of their masters."

(End of this chapter)