In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

One week later.

In the vast sea of ​​sand, a group of cavalry was marching slowly with the scorching sun above their heads.

In just a few days, from the outside, Lothar's skin had darkened.

If you wear a headscarf and a mask, there is almost no difference between you and a native Arab or Kurd.

During this period, they encountered many dangers. The most thrilling one was when they ran into Saladin's confidant and nephew, Savoddin, who was currently the governor of Syria, and his cavalry.

Fortunately, Abdullah was resourceful and managed to fool him.

Lothar took out the water bag, took a sip, and asked the Kurdish leader beside him: "Where are we now? Have we entered the Sassanid country?"

Abdullah was a little puzzled that the foreign young man in front of him could withstand the drought and heat of the desert so well: "Where is the border? Here, the lords and chiefdoms loyal to Saladin and the Sasanian king, It’s like the teeth in a dog’s mouth, intricately intertwined, or the grass on the Gobi desert falling with the wind.”

"I see."

The translation is "canine teeth barking each other" and "wall grass".

"So, if we select some lords who are determined to support the Sasanian king, or even openly oppose and resist Saladin, what will be the best effect?"

Lothar said after thinking.

When it came to acting, he couldn't guarantee that the Sasanian king would follow his script.

"Yes, I know that there is an oasis not far from here. It is the territory of Kokub. He was once a vassal loyal to King Nureddin. After Saladin usurped the throne, he took refuge with the Sassanid King. Here he openly provoked Saladin many times.”

Lothar was a little confused: "Don't they sound like they should be in the same camp as you?"

There was a trace of anger on Abdullah's face: "When Saladin led his army into Syria, we asked him for help, but he didn't even send half a soldier."

"Such a traitor dares to challenge Saladin in the name of the late king. This is an insult to us!"

Lothar nodded and decided on the lucky person: "Then choose them."

"Does this Kokob live in the oasis you mentioned?"

Abdullah nodded and said: "Of course, that is his base camp. All chiefdoms and tribes that are subordinate to him must come here on time to make sacrifices, including cattle and sheep."

"How's the defense?"

"There is a wooden fort. Although there are not many defenders in it, there are many cavalry teams scattered in the small oasis around this oasis. Once the defenders in the wooden fort ask for help, the surrounding armies will rush to help."

Lothar was thoughtful.

The number of people an oasis can carry is limited. If the limit is exceeded, the oasis will shrink rapidly.

This means that there must not be too many defenders in Cockett's wooden fort.

"It seems that we have to fight quickly. If Cockett's defenses are tight, we can't waste too much time again and have to change the target as soon as possible."

Lothar and Abdullah discussed strategies and urged the team to speed up.

Not long after, there were scouts galloping over.

He loudly said: "There is a team of about a hundred people in front, Bedouins under the command of Kokob. They are carrying tributes to Kokob, and they seem to be unprepared."

Lothar's eyes lit up: "The opportunity has come. We have to get rid of this group of Bedouins first! They are the key to our getting in."

Abdullah nodded and said, "I understand."

Then he raised his voice and shouted: "Everyone, prepare to fight."

A Kurdish cavalryman came over and handed Lothar a bag of horse feed. In addition to pasture, it was also mixed with cooked beans and wheat bran.

This kind of fine feed is a must for war horses before charging.

While replenishing his mount's nutrition, Lothar chatted with the cavalryman and said, "Haden, this is your first time participating in a battle. Are you nervous?"

Harden smiled gently: "Sir, I have already eaten today."

Lothar: "."

Okay, it's a chicken talking to a duck again.

Harden is the youngest member of the Kurdish cavalry, only sixteen years old this year.

“I thought I already spoke Kurdish.”

Lothar was a little helpless, and he touched Harden's head.

Handed the feed to Hans.

He held the riding whip in his hand and quickly climbed up a small hill in front of him.

In the distance, a long team can be seen, slowly marching this way.

Dromedary camel, war horse, pack animal, livestock.

This is a large team of nomads.

The leader, wearing a chainmail helmet with purple silk padding inside, walked at the front of the team.

He wore a pair of shining silver scales and chatted and laughed with his subordinates from time to time.

They indeed looked unprepared. They didn't even reveal their scouts. They seemed not to have expected to be attacked in the core area under Cockett's command.

Lothar turned around, waited for the cavalry to replenish their mounts with fine feed, and then got on the horse.

He ordered: "Get ready to take action."

Lothar covered his mouth and nose with a scarf, and his chainmail mask hung down over the scarf.

He took the swallow-tailed flag of the Hussar in his hand, and with a flick of it, it was replaced by a flag with three blazing flames, guarding a Saladin eagle.

"Always remember our identity, the loyal warriors under Saladin's command. I am the leader of you - Savoddin."

He raised the lance with the swallow-tail flag in his hand and said to the Kurdish cavalry behind him: "Kill all enemies who dare to take up arms to resist!"

"yes."

The cavalry immediately began to move.

They also fight in a very similar way to the European cavalry. They also use lances to charge, but when they get close, they will switch to scimitars for melee combat.

Abdullah and Hans followed closely beside Lothar.

Prajna and Fringilla were relatively far away. During this battle, Lothar ordered Prajna to give priority to protecting Fringilla, a legal profession.

Since I have a shared talent, I don't have to worry about falling into a dangerous situation in a short period of time. I can hold on until help arrives.

For some reason, the Kurdish cavalry felt that today's charge was as brisk as a divine help.

The horse under his crotch was galloping, a little faster than usual.

The iron hooves raised a lot of yellow dust.

The sound was as loud as thunder.

The group of Bedouins were extremely panicked when they discovered they were being attacked.

At the front, the cavalrymen in spacious white robes rushed towards the front of the team, trying to fend off the menacing enemy so as to buy time for the infantry to prepare for defense.

The leader of the Bedouin shouted in Arabic and Ku: "We are under the command of Lord Kokot. Who are you? Is there any misunderstanding?"

Abdullah shouted loudly: "The one we are looking for is Cockat. If you dare to insult my king Saladin, my master Savoddin will throw Cockat's head to the vultures in the desert to eat."

Tall Arabian horses tread the long loess soil.

Lothar felt the wind whistling in his ears, and his heart beat a little faster, but his mood was no longer as nervous as when he charged before.

He is experienced enough.

Tsk-

The lance penetrated the neck of a cavalryman in front.

This was a well-equipped cavalryman, but his scaled neck guard did nothing to stop the sharp spear point from tearing his throat.

Lothar used his shield to block the attack of a Bedouin cavalryman holding a flail in front of him, and felt a numbness in the hand holding the shield.

In the flash of lightning, he clearly saw the other party's ferocious face.

Immediately, they passed by each other.

It's like watching flowers on horseback.

The face of the last enemy was still in front of Lothar's eyes, and the lance had already penetrated the shield in the hand of the next enemy, knocking him away.

Lothar's figure was also almost knocked off the horse by the violent impact, but Hans who was beside him quickly helped him.

He sat down again and realized that the person he had just dealt with was actually the leader of this Bedouin group.

More than 40 cavalrymen cut through the enemy's formation with force.

This Bedouin cavalry team immediately fell apart, and the remaining few people fled in all directions, not daring to resist this devil cavalry that seemed to come from hell.

Lothar came to the end of the team, looked at the chaotic convoy, raised the flag in his hand, and said in Kurdish: "Collect the team, no pursuit!"

"Abdullah, go and persuade them to surrender. Those who lay down their weapons are free to leave."

After getting rid of the cavalry team, this Bedouin convoy can almost be declared destroyed.

But if we attack by force, not only it will take time, but we may also suffer more losses.

Abdullah thought for a moment, then shouted and ordered them to surrender in the few words he knew in Arabic.

But they were answered by Bedouin bows and arrows.

Lothar held up the lance in his hand that had become indestructible due to the hussar swallow-tail flag attached to it. It was still stained with bright red blood.

"Since they are determined to resist, let's continue, charge in groups, and eat them away bit by bit."

Lothar gave the order.

Half an hour later, the enemies who had been stubbornly resisting were cleared away.

"Abdallah, count the casualties."

"Six were injured and one died, none of them were seriously injured. The enemy was not strong and defenseless. Many of them were not even wearing armor. We fought a beautiful surprise battle."

"good."

Lothar nodded with satisfaction. With such a battle loss ratio, unless it was against a group of serf levies, it would be a great victory anywhere.

The eliteness of this group of Kurdish cavalry is no less than that of the cavalry under Baron Godfrey.

Someone came with a sad face holding a corpse and said something in Kurdish very fast.

Lothar looked at the corpse's familiar features and remained silent.

Harden is dead.

The sixteen-year-old boy who always smiled with two rows of white, straight teeth.

"Burn his body, and Haddon will return to the arms of Mithras."

Abdullah's face showed little sadness: "If the boy survives his first battle, he will transform into an eagle."

On the battlefield, the attrition rate of new recruits is the highest.

Only after surviving the first war can recruits transform into veterans.

It's a pity that Harden didn't survive.

Lothar took off her turban, held it in her hand, and prayed silently.

"Let's go before Kaukeb doesn't know about our arrival!"

He raised the flaming eagle flag in his hand high: "Bring this convoy, camels, and horses, we will disguise it as a convoy paying tribute to Cockett, and we must be fast!"

There are already vultures hovering in the sky, and sooner or later Cockett's soldiers will come to investigate.

We must seize the time.

After this battle, Lothar successfully rose to level three.

Attribute point Lothar has not been allocated yet.

After waiting for his intimacy with Fringilla to increase to friendly, he tried to use her bond talent, Blood Magic Specialization.

If it works well, he is considering whether to add attribute points to the mental aspect.