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"Stop!"

"Rest where you are!"

The dusty Kurdish cavalry stopped in the desert. There was no leaf to shade them, so it was really not a good place to rest.

Abdullah raised his head solemnly and said, "That eagle has been hovering above us for a long time."

Above the team, an eagle circled back and forth.

It's been quite some time indeed.

Lothar asked: "Can you shoot it down?"

"No, this flat-haired beast is very cunning and can fly very high."

Abdullah picked up the bow and arrow hanging on the saddle bag, tried to take aim, and shook his head: "It seems that we will have a bloody battle next."

"Hopefully it's just a coincidence."

"No, Lothar, there is no word coincidence on the battlefield. If there is, treat it as the enemy's plan. And falconry is an Arab tradition."

"In this desert, except for specially trained falcons, there will be no raptors chasing the living people and circling overhead."

"I see."

Lothar followed the good example and immediately shouted the order: "Relax the team, change the mounts, and prepare to meet the enemy."

He is the nominal commander of this Kurdish cavalry unit, and he never hesitates to give orders.

Although he knew that as long as Abdullah gave an order, the cavalry would immediately abandon him as an empty commander and instead follow Abdullah's orders.

But he is still like a sponge squeezed dry, absorbing experience and lessons from this precious practical opportunity.

He hoped that he could understand as soon as possible how to serve as a qualified cavalry commander and how to fight in this desert.

Abdullah also knew this very well and had been teaching Lothar without reservation.

Of course, if Lothar was an arrogant and self-righteous Crusader nobleman, he would definitely not be treated like this.

If he dictates too much and gives random orders, he may even be killed by these nominal "subordinates" in this desert without hesitation.

Lothar took out the feed from the saddle bag and replenished his mount's strength.

After a lot of driving, this majestic Arabian war horse had a layer of sweat on its body, and even its mane was soaked. It was definitely no longer able to carry him for a charge.

Even if it is the one that transfers and does not carry people, its condition at this time is far from good.

"How should this tired army face the enemy?"

Lothar frowned and looked at the swallow-tail flag on the lance. With it, it would not be impossible to run desperately and get rid of the enemy.

But the question is, what should I do if I encounter the enemy again?

It’s not far from the heart of Ayyubid’s rule in Syria.

At this time, Lothar's expression suddenly changed slightly: "Sure enough, it's here."

All I could see was a dusty sky in the distance.

The heavy sound of horse hooves made the sand and gravel on the ground tremble slightly.

The system prompt sounds:

Activation Milestone: One Cavalry Can Count a Hundred (Single-handedly, successfully penetrated a cavalry team of more than 100 people).

Lothar secretly cursed in his heart: I can give you a ride for a hundred, do you really think that I am Lu Fengxian alive?

Abdullah stood next to Lothar and whispered in Gaulish: "As a general, you should not show joy, anger, sorrow, or fear. You must have confidence at all times."

Lothar was startled and realized his negligence.

More than a hundred cavalrymen, carrying rolling yellow sand, stopped not far away.

The armor is shining, and the swords and guns are like a forest.

Behind the cavalry, there was also a large camel team, slowly following along with the melodious sound of bells.

Obviously, this group of cavalry came on camels and changed to horses nearby.

In the desert, camels have far more endurance than war horses, and their loads are much higher, making them more suitable for long distances.

In other words, their mounts still have plenty of physical strength.

Lothar carefully observed the opponent's armor and equipment and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that most of them were in disarray.

Not as elite as the Mamluks.

The composition of this cavalry team is very complex, and the equipment is also diverse.

Short spear, hammer spear, scimitar, straight sword, compound bow.

Kite shield, buckler.

Golden armor, black scales, and earthy yellow cloth armor.

It is by no means an elite division like the Mamluks with uniform equipment and tactics.

But that doesn't mean they are easy to deal with.

Lothar looked back at everyone. Sure enough, the faces of these battle-experienced Kurdish cavalry were full of solemnity.

They knew very well that it was difficult for their exhausted army to compete with the enemies who were waiting for work and whose numbers were far greater than theirs.

It was obvious that the men under Kaukeb used falcons to notify this group of enemies to intercept them.

It's just that Lothar doesn't understand.

Why would anyone risk offending Saladin to intercept and kill their elite team in this border area between Sasanian and Ayyubid?

Input and output are not proportional at all!

"Holy fire, we are the cavalry under King Saladin. Who are you?"

Abdullah stepped forward on horseback, his loud voice echoing in the Gobi Desert.

The leader of the opponent, a man wearing golden armor, urged his mount and slowly walked forward.

He raised his riding crop and shouted angrily:

"Sure enough, you are a group of Saladin's lackeys. This is the imperial territory under the rule of the King of Kings. You rashly crossed the border and attacked and killed the imperial governor. It is an unforgivable crime. If the property you snatched from Kokob is taken away, Come out, and maybe I'll let you live."

Lothar urged his horse forward and shouted:

"Coward, do you dare to tell me your name? Not far ahead is Irbid, where Master Savoddin is personally stationed. If you dare to attack us, Master Savoddin will not forgive you."

Lothar completely gave up the idea of ​​​​escape, because once the mount's energy was exhausted, the entire cavalry team would no longer be able to fight back.

Moreover, this place is at least a hundred miles away from Irbid. They are not really Saladin's subordinates either.

But the enemy leader obviously didn't know this, and his expression was a little solemn.

The "Lord Savoddin" in Lothar's mouth is Saladin's nephew.

He was also the governor of Syria appointed by Saladin. Not long ago, he marched towards the former territory of the County of Edessa and overawed several Turkic princes.

In this area, it can be said to be famous.

"This poor Kurdish, are you a Frank? When did Saladin's army get a Mamluk to call the shots?"

The enemy leader said with contempt on his face.

The Franks are actually the Arabs' collective name for Gaul, Albion, and the Germans.

Lothar did not expect that her Kurdish language, which she had worked so hard to practice, would be immediately revealed to be lame.

As for the reason why the other party recognized themselves as Mamluks, it was because at this time, a large number of Mamluks under Saladin's command were Franks who had been trafficked.

Especially the poor crusaders, who have nothing but themselves.

Therefore, after being plundered by the Turkic cavalry entrenched in Asia Minor, they were often sold into slavery and sold to Sassanid, Ayyubid, and even some princes and nobles in North Africa.

Lothar stopped talking, exchanged a look with Abdullah, indicating to the other party to delay, and then retreated into the team.

The highest state of a lie is to make yourself believe the lie.

Lothar seemed to regard himself as a close subordinate of Savoddin at this moment, and his only goal was to delay time so that Savoddin could send an army to rescue him.

"Are you really determined to make an enemy of my lord?"

Abdullah took out the Damascus scimitar in his hand and said: "It only took us a quarter of an hour to capture the castle of Kaukeb. How long do you think it will take you to deal with us?"

The enemy leader frowned deeply.

He opened his hands.

A clear eagle call.

The falcon fell from the sky, its sharp claws clasping the leather armor on his arm.

Abdullah added fuel to the fire: "There are only so many of us, how much wealth can we take away? The truly valuable things are still left in Cocket's wooden castle."

"If you are a smart man, you should know how to make a decision now."

"Whether we attack the tough bones despite our small number, or eat the really plump fresh meat, it all depends on your choice."

The next moment, the Kurdish cavalrymen drew out their swords and spears and shouted something in Kurdish in unison.

He didn't look tired at all from traveling for days.

A sense of bravery made the enemies on the opposite side look at him with suspicion.