Hans, who was wearing a winged helmet, silently raised his lance and formed the twin tails of a small front arrow array with three winged cavalry.
At this critical moment, an idea suddenly came to his mind: If he let his instructor know that he had become the cavalry commander of the Hussars, that old stubborn man's expression would definitely be very exciting.
The sound of horse hooves is like thunder.
There are obviously only five cavalrymen, but they give people the terrifying illusion of a thousand troops.
Leonard had just climbed the hillside at this time.
He only hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly began to disassemble the shaft behind the pack horse.
"Poor old Leonard, you will definitely die here today, but you can't just watch the Son chosen by Heavenly Father die in heaven in front of you."
"That's something only Judas could do."
He murmured incessantly, and with difficulty he took out a spear from behind the carriage and put it on his shoulder.
"Lord Holy Son, I'm here!"
No one paid any attention to him.
In the chaotic battlefield, no one could hear his screams mixed with fear.
These steel knights armed with lances were like sharp hot knives, easily cutting through the formation of the butter-like nomadic cavalry.
At such a short distance, a riding bow can only fire one round.
But this time, their weak arrows could not penetrate the cavalry's armor at all.
Perhaps when conducting guerrilla warfare in desert terrain, the Crusader knights have indeed no longer experienced tactical innovation, transforming from Gulam into the Mamluks' elite slave cavalry.
But the hussars transformed from hussars have lighter equipment and faster speeds.
The opponent was just a group of Bedouin nomadic cavalry, not the Mamluk cavalry who had undergone rigorous military training since childhood and were trained completely in accordance with the war machine.
Lothar's powerful heart was beating violently at this moment.
Blood flow rate skyrockets.
The gain spell called Blood Falls doubled the strength in Lothar's hands in a short period of time.
The lance penetrated the shield of a Bedouin cavalryman and broke inside.
Lothar immediately turned to draw his armed sword and slashed at the enemies around him.
Take advantage of the momentum of the war horse.
The enemy's shield and the arm behind it were easily cut off by the armed sword.
Prajna's black shield was like a sharp chain saw, spinning rapidly in her hands.
The enemy standing in front of her was immediately twisted into a bloody storm. The ghost-faced relief sculpture, which had not eaten for a long time, had a satiated smile on its face.
Fringilla recited the magic spell in a low voice.
The blood splattered on the battlefield turned into sharp blades, cutting into pieces of the enemy's body.
This is evil magic!
Horrible magic from the Franks!
There was a hint of fear in the eyes of the bandit leader Abboud who was supervising the battle: "No wonder I felt fear in them. No wonder he promised so confidently that he would grant us forgiveness. This turned out to be true! "
As a falconer, he also possesses extraordinary powers.
But it was precisely because he also had extraordinary power that Aboud understood better that the terrifying power of the other party was undoubtedly the difference between a giant python and an earthworm compared to himself.
"Retreat, retreat!"
he shouted at the top of his lungs.
However, in the chaotic battlefield, no one could hear what he said.
A man wearing a brown turban and black scales let out a deafening roar: "The holy fire burns forever, the supreme being, the people blessed by the flame, charge with me!"
One after another.
More and more people were killed by the enemy's lances, broadswords and strange spells.
Fortunately, the morale of the bandit group was shattered very quickly.
The reason why this group of desert bandits has been able to roam the Jordan River Basin for so many years is not because of how powerful they are.
Rather, it was due to their leader, Abboud's Falcon, and their long-standing connections here.
In terms of frontal combat effectiveness, the knights under Leonard's command can annihilate this ragtag group of people in the desert with just one charge.
Lothar, who was covered in blood, shouted for a fierce battle. After killing one of the enemies, the hussars, under his leadership, charged towards the enemy again.
At this time, the disintegration of this desert bandit group has become a prairie fire.
Lothar reined in his mount. He looked at Fringilla, saw her nodded slightly, and then shouted: "No need to chase, collect the enemy's mount and rest where you are."
He approached Fringilla and asked, "Do you know the location of their lair?"
Fringilla nodded and said: "I put tracking marks on several of the robbers, so I don't need to use charm spells anymore."
Lothar nodded and began to clean the battlefield.
Broken shields and scales, broken spears and arrows...all useful or useless junk were sold off by Lothar.
The final value is 165 suludes.
He raised his head and looked at Leonard, who was stunned and staring here, with a smile on his face.
"This is a miracle!"
Leonard muttered: "Only the Holy Son can turn a group of new recruits who have never been on the battlefield into elite cavalry who have experienced hundreds of battles; only the Holy Son can create something from scratch and call them from heaven overnight. The messenger built a beautiful palace; only the Holy Son can make these murderous weapons disappear without a trace."
Perhaps due to the influence of the statue of the archangel, although Leonard still could not change his natural timidity, his loyalty to Lothar was unquestionable.
Lothar walked towards Leonard. This old guy had no effect in the battle just now.
Before the short packhorse he was riding had time to charge up, the rampaging desert bandits were easily wiped out by Lothar.
Leonard was startled by the murderous aura coming from Lothar, and subconsciously knelt on the ground and said, "Master, sir, please forgive me."
Lothar shouted: "Leonard, stand up."
Leonard got up from the ground tremblingly.
Lothar pointed at his nose and said: "You have withstood my test, Leonard, and your faults have been wiped out, but I hope you will not make similar mistakes again in the future. Heavenly Father favors the brave, not the brave. A coward who is too timid to fight.”
Leonard nodded repeatedly and said, "I will definitely not make the same mistake again in the future."
"Get up, follow me back to Fort Yogurt, and summon all the sergeants under my command. Tonight, we will pull out this cancer in the Jordan River Basin."
...
Fort Cock.
The Lord's Hall is brightly lit.
The countess, wearing a high-waisted dress and a golden crown of jewels, sat on her throne.
She is far taller than ordinary women, and can even be said to be stronger. She has a sharp sword on her waist. She is the wife of Count Leonard.
He has been in charge of the Jordanian territory for generations.
She generously helped every knight and noble who came to her, and often held grand banquets and knight competitions, which earned her the reputation of "the female knight in skirts".
At this moment, she was sitting high on the throne, listening to the reports of her subordinates.
"Oh? Our new neighbor is coming to visit me?"
She couldn't help but sneer: "Finally I couldn't hold it in anymore. It seems that the money is a huge sum of money that is hard to part with for him, a young baron."
"It's just that the little country lord just doesn't understand the rules. Don't he even understand that he has to prepare gifts in advance before visiting the noble?"
The subordinate was full of compliments and said: "Madam, the count has written to us to show him some color. Is this an opportunity to exclude this country baron?"
Baroness Stephanie snorted: "Of course not, let him do it. I will give him the treatment he deserves as a baron. I have heard some rumors about Baron Lothar. He once killed one with his own hands." Werewolf, I really want to see what kind of brave knight he is, who can fight against monsters like werewolves."
