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

"Next, it's our time to show off. We can't let His Majesty show off his power."

Giovanni looked back at the wolf descendant wearing a horned helmet and said:

"Boy Hans, you lead the Iron Wing Company to wander around our left wing and look for fighters on your own."

The Iron Wing Company is a Crusader cavalry company composed of the Crusader princes and their cavalry. There are about a thousand people in number. They have different equipment, but most of them are not equipped with horse armor. Compared with the equipped cavalry, they are less mobile. Undoubtedly stronger.

Hans nodded and accepted the order, leading the Iron Wing Company to break away from the main force.

He led the team to stop on a slope, and quickly identified the "Sand Scorpion War Flag" in the news from the scouts.

"Send a message to General Giovanni that I plan to attack the enemy's left flank and ask him to arrange support."

It is undoubtedly an extremely luxurious thing to charge heavy cavalry directly into the formation. Although Giovanni was a good general, in his time, he had the bloody lessons of the Battle of Agincourt, and it was difficult to make a decision to charge heavy cavalry into the formation.

But in fact, the Saracens' infantry line was very weak, and it was far from the era when the Flemish infantry phalanx, the Swiss infantry phalanx, and the English longbowmen showed their prowess in later generations.

"This guy is really reckless."

Giovanni frowned, but still made an immediate decision: "Since he judged that this was the enemy's weakness, the Saracens would definitely not neglect their precautions and sent an order to the Flanders Wallon Company to assist from the side. , to assist General Hans in crushing the enemy's left flank."

Orhan, who quickly received the news, laughed and said: "It's our turn, Charlie boy, be energetic and don't lose our status as dragon blood relatives."

After that, he actually ignored it and took the lead, riding the sharp-clawed dragon towards the enemy.

Charlie cursed "coward" and hurriedly gave orders: "What are you still waiting for? Follow my battle flag and let the Saracens learn from us the bravery of the lowland knights!"

The cold wind was biting and there was a vision of white frost falling, and even the flying sand and dust seemed to be frozen on the ground.

White mist erupted from the mouths and noses of the war horses. Some people subconsciously looked towards the battlefield. The sound of fighting had gradually subsided, and the last giant beast could be vaguely seen whining and falling suddenly in the mist.

There were only a dozen or so Wild Hunt knights wearing black cloaks. They walked out of the white mist, their eyes burning with cold flames glanced at the enemy, and then they slowly retreated.

Immediately afterwards, the white mist dissipated.

This legion from hell finally disappeared without a trace. The armors left by the Wild Hunt knights who died in the battle and the broken ice crystals of the hounds all disappeared without a trace, leaving only the broken corpses of the giant beasts.

"This is the power of Lady Prajna."

Hans murmured in a low voice. Although the Wild Hunt had never fought with the enemy's main force, the last appearance still greatly shaken the enemy's morale. If it weren't for some imams holding the sacred braziers used for sacrifice, they dispelled the chill on their bodies and encouraged them. Whether these people are still willing to march forward is another matter.

He raised his equipment and lance high: "Guys, have you seen that scorpion battle flag? Whoever can capture that flag before me will get the first-class credit of the Iron Wing Company!"

"Hallelujah!"

As he spoke, he clamped his legs around his mount and rushed out at the head of the horse.

The noble knights behind them were also red-eyed. Iron Wing Company's first achievement? Supposedly, this battle is almost guaranteed to be won. If you can get such credit, you can at least change to an earldom, right?

Whether it is for glory, for God, or for real benefits, the morale of the Iron Wing Company has climbed to its peak.

Boom——

The rumble of horse hooves.

A group of Crusader knights wearing various colored robes and embroidered with various coats of arms raised their lances with fleur-de-lis flags tied in their hands.

"Stop them!"

A group of more than 3,000 Black Gulams covering the enemy's flank immediately launched a counterattack. They were formerly cavalrymen from northern Nubian nomads. They were skilled with bows and horses and fired arrows to block the attack.

The light infantrymen on the enemy's left wing also fired arrows and threw stones.

But the Crusader knights with multiple buffs faced the rain of arrows, but their speed did not slow down at all. They shouted "In the name of God", "For Santa Rosa" and "Hallelujah" and launched a full charge. .

Suddenly, the line of the Black Gulams who were intercepting them became unstable. The Flanders Wallon Company led by Orhan and Baron Charlie had come over from the flanks. The target was of course the Blacks who were blocking the Iron Wing Company. Gulam.

The Black Gulams hurriedly changed their weapons and picked up their melee weapons to prepare for the enemy.

Although there was no ventilator before, the cooperation between Hans and Baron Charlie was quite tacit. They bypassed the black gulams blocking the road and slammed into the enemy's left wing like a giant battering ram.

It was a team composed of Copt levies. Most of them wore leather armor or simply cloth robes. They held wooden square shields and round shields. Some of them didn't even have iron hoops, and they could be easily cut open with a single blow.

Many Coptic soldiers saw these tall armored cavalry colliding head-on. Their hearts were broken and they did not have the courage to fight with the enemy, so they wanted to flee.

At this time, the Crusaders infantry and the most elite armored sergeants had already met the enemy in front of the Saracen phalanx. Both sides had deployed their elite troops in the middle. Shields collided and weapons were smashed. When they were fighting, it was impossible to tell who was stronger or weaker for a while.

But this was only the most elite infantry team among the Saracens. The phalanxes of the other units immediately showed a one-sided situation after meeting the enemy.

Adil wanted to dispatch cavalry on the flanks for support, but these cavalry on the flanks had already done their best to barely stop the cavalry of the Crusaders. It was impossible to withdraw troops.

Less than half an hour after the battle, some phalanxes were already in a shaky situation. If it were not for the great advantage in numbers, it would be a disaster.

Adil took a deep breath and watched the battle nervously, trying to find a good way to break the deadlock.

If this battle could be won, although it would be difficult to annihilate most of the main forces of the Crusaders, as Shemayer said, and achieve the great feat of winning the battle and driving the Crusaders out of Egypt, but at this time, how could he still fantasize about such a beautiful thing?

If they win, they can continue to confront the Crusaders. At worst, they can continue to delay the Crusaders' offensive to take over the entire Egypt, leaving some room for Saladin in Damascus.

But if they lose, Egypt will soon change its name to Habsburg.

By then, the time for the demise of the Ayyubid dynasty can already enter the countdown.

After just one hour, the situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse. After witnessing the feat of Lothar shooting the dragon with his own arrows, the morale of this group of Saracen coalition forces with their own ulterior motives has already fallen to the bottom. How can they fight a tough battle?

Especially the team composed of Copts, the people are even more uneasy.

The Saracens at least have the blessing of religious fanaticism, and the Copts really have no reason and courage to continue fighting.

Willing to continue fighting means that the Saracens have done a good job of propaganda and demonized the Crusaders, but the secret propaganda of the Dark Shadow Organization is not in vain. Although the time is still short, it is still effective.

At this moment, Jeanne led the army, like a spearhead, leading the armored cavalry company, like a chariot that hammered the final blow, and attacked from the flank.

Adil saw the white iris flag at the first time, and knew that this was the Crusaders' decision to use their best strength.

These heavy cavalry, like iron towers, moved forward slowly in a wedge formation. They did not need speed to bless them, and their impact was enough to crush any square formation.

"Governor, we can't win."

A Kasaj guard beside him said in a deep voice: "You are worthy of His Majesty's appointment. It's time to leave. His Majesty can't do without your help."

Adil sighed lightly and showed a bitter smile: "Yes, we can't win. From the beginning, I was trying to fight for a glimmer of hope - he dared to reach a tacit understanding with me, isn't it because he knew that even without the caster, he could still win?"

"But I can't leave, I must die here."

Adil's tone was firm: "This battle is like this, it's all my fault, not His Majesty, not the Holy Fire, and not the Crusaders. The Franks are invincible. Do you understand?"