In the evening, Ulm and others rode their mounts to the army that was encamped on a leeward mound.
The newly arrived hussars and Varangian guards nervously paid their allegiance to Lothar one after another. They would be incorporated into his own bodyguards by Lothar.
Early the next morning.
The army set out from here.
Marching in the desert is so boring.
There is a dim scene everywhere.
Ahead, thick black smoke billowed and reached into the sky.
The vultures hovering in mid-air seem to be ready to fall down at any moment to feast.
"If the situation arises, prepare to fight!"
Lothar ordered loudly.
Two knight attendants acted as scouts, lightly armed and heading forward.
Under the service of their attendants, the knights began to put on their thick armor. The sergeants gathered on the baggage cart and hurriedly put on their helmets.
No one could march in such a climate wearing heavy armor.
"The weather seems to be unseasonably hot lately."
Inspector Andrew sighed while putting on his armor: "Although it was very hot in previous years, it is extremely hot this year. You see, those river valleys are dry and cracked."
Prajna assisted Lothar and buckled the buckle on the back of the half-body plate armor.
Later, Lothar turned to help Prajna put on the half-body plate armor made by Malus himself, with a high bulge on the chest.
"Looks just like the legendary Joan of Arc."
Lothar praised.
Prajna nodded slightly and buckled the heavy iron helmet.
No matter how beautiful a woman is, wearing such a pair of iron armor will not show off her exquisite figure. Mallus is a pragmatist and has limited attention to aesthetics.
Fringilla was wrapped in a black robe, with only her eyes exposed.
Vampires are not afraid of light, but that doesn't mean Fringilla will like the sun. The bad weather in Jerusalem makes her want to stay in the palace every day.
Soon after, the scouts returned and reported: "This is a village that has been plundered, but the enemy has retreated."
Only then did the army begin to advance again.
The soldiers couldn't wait to take off their heavy armor, but Lothar just said: "The enemy may not have gone far yet. The terrain here is very suitable for the enemy to hide their whereabouts."
There are ruins everywhere in the village.
In the center of those collapsed earthen walls that were burned black by the flames were wooden buildings and furniture, which were burnt into charcoal with sparks inside.
The air in the ruins was roasted and twisted.
"Looking for survivors."
"The enemy goes deep alone and cannot bring prisoners with him."
Lothar said loudly.
"but..."
A look of worry flashed across Hans's face.
Sure enough, when walking through an alley, Lothar saw the "Beijing View" piled with human heads on the ground.
On the wall, a line of large words was written in blood - To pay back the debt you committed for a hundred years for the massacre in Jerusalem!
The big bloody characters made many sergeants who had never seen such a scene look horrified.
"It's a pagan curse, damn it, we're going to get it!"
Lothar sighed softly.
He raised his head, looked at the vultures circling in the sky, and planned to order his subordinates to throw the corpses of the dead into the fire and burn them - they did not have time to bury the corpses, and rather than let the vultures gnaw them beyond recognition, it would be better to be destroyed in the flames.
At this time, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
The sun in the sky was so bright that he didn't notice an incongruous shadow hidden among the vultures at first, but now the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.
"Oops, there's a falcon hidden among those vultures!"
Lothar shouted: "Everyone, withdraw from the village and prepare to fight!"
The messenger took out the horn and put it to his mouth, making a melodious sound.
Some sergeants and knights who didn't know what was going on evacuated the village one after another.
At this time, the scouts who were sent out again suddenly rushed back. One of them was hit by an arrow in the chest. They shouted: "The enemy has not gone far, it is a cavalry team of hundreds of people."
Lothar asked anxiously: "How many hundreds of people are there?"
"We happened to bump into them when we climbed over a hill. They were hiding in the shadow of the river ditch. We didn't have time to count them. All we knew was that the black scales of the Saracens were everywhere."
"This is a trap!"
Lothar clenched his fists. Fortunately, he discovered it in time. If the team took off their armor here, rested, or drank water from the well in the village that was probably poisoned by the enemy, the entire team would be destroyed. .
It seems that he already knows that his opponent has discovered his existence.
The sound of intensive horse hoofbeats sounded, and a cavalry group wearing uniform black Saracen-style armor galloped out of the upward extending river valley like a gust of wind.
In the sky, the falcon flew out like an arrow, broke away from the vulture group, and landed on the arm of a Saracen cavalryman.
He looked at the army with amazement as they quickly formed their formation and prepared to meet the enemy. He and his companions beside him said something. Then, the entire cavalry team began to disperse and approach the knights.
Lothar took the lead, leading the hussars and his own knights to greet them.
The power brought by more than a hundred armored cavalry immediately made the opponent's cavalry commander frown.
Ryan loudly scolded his sergeants and placed the carriage loaded with baggage in front of him to serve as a roadblock and a fortress against shooting.
There are also some sergeants who rely on the ruins of some villages that have not yet been destroyed for defense. The enemy only has cavalry, which is difficult to use in terrain like villages.
These sergeants of the Royal Knights, each holding a shield, were not afraid of the Saracen cavalry's mounted fire. What they feared most was their devastating impact.
Lothar had already roughly counted the number of enemies.
three hundred!
Three hundred light and heavy cavalry!
This is definitely not a small force, but the leading ministers under Saladin or the elite troops under the lord.
The officer leading them must also be a big shot.
As if realizing that this bone was not easy to chew, the Saracen cavalry stopped not far away, began to bend their bows and nock arrows, and shoot in this direction.
The enemy leader looked contemptuous.
Even if Lothar has a large number of soldiers, in a field battle, two legs can never outrun four legs.
The number of these Saracen cavalry was more than twice the number of Lothar's cavalry. They knew very well that Lothar's knights, who had experienced a long march and were exhausted, could never be the opponent of their own cavalry.
The arrow is like a locust.
An arrow was nailed to the kite shield in Lothar's hand, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly.
His face looked a little ugly. The enemy's cavalry was outnumbered by his own. Unless he relied on the cavalry to hold them back first, the sergeants in the rear would have no chance to perform.
"Fu Lin, prepare to use the mass blood waterfall. We have to rush in. Being so passively being shot all the time is really a serious blow to morale."
Lothar came to the team and shouted loudly: "Why do these Saracen thugs who just massacred our Christian brothers dare to shoot at the cavalry of our Royal Knights with confidence?"
"Because they are not afraid of us. They know that we are tired troops who have come from afar. In their view, we will never dare to attack them."
"But do you really intend to submit to the whims of these vile Saracens?"
"No!"
"We are going to attack and kill all these Saracen lackeys!"
Lothar shouted: "Yes, in the name of my father, in the name of the Royal Knights of Jerusalem, charge!"
