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

Looking down at the earth from a high altitude, two huge legions slowly stretched out their bodies like ancient ferocious beasts awakening.

Derem, who was born as a Kurdish tribesman, is now a genuine Knight of the Order. He rides on the back of a strong horse and leads a group of Kurdish light cavalry to gallop through the wilderness.

His current position is the captain of the Third Scout Cavalry Flag, responsible for exploring the layout of the enemy's military formation before the battle.

The middle of the two huge military formations has now become a meat grinding ground for the scouts to fight each other. As the two military formations slowly approach, the gap between them is becoming smaller and smaller, and the battles between the scouts are becoming more frequent. .

"Boss, here comes the Saracen falcon."

"Juno, shoot that beast."

"exist!"

Derem shouted, and a cavalryman responded immediately. He rode up to the team and took off the long bow hanging from the saddle that was nearly a person tall and made of branches and vines of the Tree of Life.

He bent his bow and arrow, aiming at the eagle in the sky. He was shocked when he heard a clang, and the falcon hovering in the sky was shot down by an arrow.

A series of cheers immediately erupted from the team.

Derem also praised: "What a eagle shooter, no worse than those prairie cavalry in the trial!"

The trial mentioned here is the battle of Ming Yuan.

"Boss, according to the Saracens' style, if we kill their falcons, they will probably send out those black-skinned cavalry to double-team us soon."

When it comes to the Nubian cavalry, the Kurdish cavalry can't help but feel a little frightened. It's not that they are timid elites who dare to follow Abdullah and rebel in Syria. In fact, many of the Nubians are Everybody knows magic.

Previously, a scout cavalry flag team was besieged by the legion of the living dead summoned by the Nubians, and the entire army was almost annihilated.

Even Drim himself suffered from vomiting and diarrhea after chopping up a puppet carried by a Nubian cavalryman. He drank a bowl of herbs from the Order of Saint Lazarus and suffered from vomiting and diarrhea. I vomited a lot, and the vomit was full of dense red bugs, which makes my scalp numb just thinking about it.

"No hurry, just wait!"

Derem came to a hillside with a good view and looked far into the distance. He quickly took out a piece of paper and drew several flags flying over the opposite military formation on it. While drawing, he said: "I know that scorpion flag." What does it mean?"

"The Saracens do not allow animal worship. The scorpion flag should be the Sand Scorpion Legion composed of Copts. This shows that the defense of the enemy's left wing is very weak."

He muttered nonchalantly and quickly sketched a few strokes with his hand.

"Egyptians have never been good at fighting. After the Greeks conquered Egypt, the Ptolemaic dynasty's army was almost all Greeks and foreign mercenaries. The same was true later. This was a herbivorous ethnic group. The Saracens used these Egyptian The fact that people are acting as flanks shows that their so-called army of 100,000 people is very high-quality!”

"Boss, you know so much!"

Derem finished scribbling a few strokes and breathed a sigh of relief: "These are all gifts from adults. Otherwise, if I don't know a single word, how would I know these things?"

After that, he added: "Our mission is completed, retreat immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen dark-skinned Nubian cavalry jumped out from under a low slope ahead. Some of them were still wearing human bone necklaces around their necks and were not wearing armor. They rushed up with strange screams.

Derem had no intention of entangled with these people and shouted: "Leave them alone and retreat immediately!"

As he spoke, he took off his riding bow and turned around to shoot the enemy.

He was not afraid of these Nubians originally, but after that encounter, he really didn't want to engage in close combat with these dark-skinned cavalry.

Fortunately, there were many Kurdish veterans in this team of cavalry, with outstanding riding skills and amazing shooting skills. Those Nubian light cavalry did not like to wear armor, so many of them were shot off their horses soon, and they did not dare to pursue them again.

But at this moment, there was smoke and dust billowing on the two wings in front, and a loud eagle call came from the sky. It turned out that two teams of Nubian cavalry were outflanking them from both wings.

"No, boss, we are going to be double-teamed!"

"Shut up, I'm not stupid!"

Derem cursed secretly, calculating the speed of the enemy and us in his mind, and realized that there was no chance of escaping. He gave the sketch he had drawn before directly to the Condor Shooter Juno: "We will create opportunities for you later to entangle the enemy. From now on, you run away immediately!”

Juno nodded quickly without hesitation. For a scout, information is undoubtedly more important than life.

Derem took off his lance and loudly encouraged his companions: "Guys, it's time to fight a tough battle. Don't be afraid of those Nubians. Apart from getting their hands dirty once or twice, their combat effectiveness is not worth mentioning. !”

As he spoke, he freed up his hand to raise the cross hanging on his chest: "God is watching us. It's time to show the enemy the courage of us Kurds!"

"For God!"

"Long live God!"

A group of cavalrymen screamed strangely. They, who were still considerate of their horse power, clamped their horses' bellies tightly. They took a look at the Nubian cavalrymen who were outflanking them and launched a desperate charge.

The distance between the two sides quickly narrowed. Derem and the other cavalry archers with amazing eyesight were so far apart that they could even see the sweat beads on the other party's dark skin. The Nubian cavalry leader, who looked like A black iron tower, shirtless, with a ring of human heads that had been dried and shrunk to the size of a fist by some unknown method hanging around its neck.

Derem's heart suddenly sank. Each of the two Nubian cavalry groups that had come out to attack them was more than thirty in number, far superior to their scout flag team of more than ten people.

As scouts, they were not equipped with heavy armor on this trip and were fighting lightly. Even if they could overwhelm an enemy cavalry, they would still be entangled by the enemy.

"I can only hope that Juno can rush out."

Derem murmured softly and pulled down the mask.

Bang--

The two sides collided directly, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. Derem stabbed the enemy's leader with a skull necklace with a shot, but the man seemed to be unconscious. The wound was black and blue, and not a drop of blood was shed. It was huge. The mace hit Derim's breastplate directly, knocking him to the ground.

He felt severe pain in his chest, but he had no time to care about the injury. He tried his best to dodge to the side and avoid the heavy horse's hooves.

"Boss, this way!"

With a loud shout, he grabbed the spear handed to him almost without thinking, flew up in the air, and landed on the horseback of a Kurdish cavalry. The two of them rode through the enemy formation on the same horse. Looking around, the Germans Only then did Reim realize that during this charge, only seven of his sixteen cavalrymen were left, and among these seven, everyone was injured.

"These Nubians are not easy to mess with."

Derem subconsciously looked at the iron tower-like dark-skinned man. The guy's wound was now covered with disgusting flies, but the man didn't care. He stretched out his hand to touch the wound where the flies were. It healed perfectly, not even a scar was visible.

At this time, two other groups of enemy Nubian cavalry also rushed over. The three parties merged, with as many as fifty people, but only seven people were left on his side.

"Juno, run, we will buy you time!"

Derem gritted his teeth and shouted: "Charge! In the name of God! In the name of Saint Rosa!"

A group of Kurdish cavalry responded and followed without hesitation. Many of them had not even converted to Catholicism and had no interest in anything in the name of God, but they still did not take a step back.

At this time, Derem was surprised to find that these Nubian cavalry seemed to have seen an extremely terrifying scene and began to retreat in panic.

"They're scared, they're scared!"

Derem shouted excitedly, his face flushed red, and he struggled to urge the war horse that had just been transferred.

But those Nubians obviously had no intention of continuing to fight with them, and began to retreat one after another, allowing them to catch up and kill several people, but still did not dare to look back.

"We Kurds are invincible!"

"A mere Nubian slave is not worth mentioning at all!"

Derem expressed his emotions for a while, and was about to say something when he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder by someone else: "Boss, our large army is here."

Suddenly looking back.

Countless double-headed eagles and cross flags held high came into view.

Rows of armored cavalry were like a torrent of steel, and the smoke and dust stirred up by the horses' hooves covered the sky!