A eunuch with a smooth mandible said to the Saracen leader: "Prince Zahir, we have gone too far into enemy territory. Should we retreat?"
"withdraw?"
"Harry, are you scared out of your wits by these Frankish barbarians? Losing that thing really makes you lose all your courage!"
The leader of this group of Saracen cavalry was Saladin's third son, Zahir Ghazi, the nominal lord of Aleppo and governor of Northern Syria.
The eunuch said calmly: "Prince Zahir, my king ordered me to take care of you. This is my duty!"
Zahir glanced at the eunuch with contempt: "That's enough, I must have done enough meritorious deeds, otherwise when will Adilai Savoddin return my Aleppo to me?"
When mentioning his uncle, Savoddin, the governor of Syria, Zahir called him by his first name without any respect.
"I will prove that I am still the son most worthy of my father's love."
Zaheer drew his sword and shouted: "The holy fire burns forever, supreme! Let these Franks see the strength of my most elite Mamluk guards!"
"The holy fire burns forever, supreme and great!"
The Saracen cavalry screamed strangely and rushed out like a black hurricane.
These elite cavalry, selected from the best of the Gulam slaves, equipped with fine scale armor and chain armor, and riding Marwari horses purchased from Tianzhu, are far from the Gulam who were defeated by the Crusaders cavalry in the past. The cavalry can match it.
They have practiced martial arts since childhood and are the most elite unit under Zaheer's command. He believes that even if they are not as good as his father Saladin's Mamluk guards, they are by no means comparable to this group of Frankish cavalry.
Lothar took the lead and rushed to the front. Hans held tightly the lance with the black hawk swallowtail flag attached. Under the helmet, a pair of pupils had turned into the vertical pupils of a wild beast.
Behind them, knights holding swallow-tail flags and square flags roared loudly.
"charge."
"In the name of the Royal Knights!"
"In the name of the Father!"
"In the name of Jerusalem!"
"Kill all these Saracen bastards."
The cavalry shouted different slogans with all kinds of strange accents. Even they themselves didn't know what they were shouting. They just roared subconsciously like wild beasts to vent their nervous emotions.
The black cavalry and the red cavalry were like two waves, rushing opposite each other on the ground, as if they were going to collide together at the next moment, setting off a bloody stormy sea.
Lothar only felt the crackling sound.
He didn't know what hit his helmet, whether it was an arrow or a stone mixed in the sand. Under the mask, his breathing became extremely heavy, like a bellows.
Close.
Closer.
Lothar could even clearly see the ferocious faces of the cavalry rushing towards them, their skin roughened by the wind and sand, and their dark and messy beards.
boom--
The lance in Lothar's hand forcefully knocked away the Mamluk cavalry holding a round shield on the opposite side.
His feet were still on the stirrups, and his body leaned back and fell to the ground. What greeted him was the trampling of countless horses' hooves, and he died in just an instant.
Lothar slowly called on the magic power in her body to nourish the soreness in her arms.
Immediately following, is the next enemy.
The sharp Saracen straight sword thrust out at a tricky angle, aiming right at Lothar's neck.
Swish——
The black shield was like a sharp axe, directly cutting off the arm of the Mamluk cavalryman who thrust out the straight sword.
Prajna, wearing iron armor and riding a war horse, was like a shadow behind Lothar. Attacks came from all directions, but few could break through her defense.
Whoosh——
Lothar suddenly raised his shield, and a powerful arrow cluster was nailed to it with a "snatching" sound. The sharp arrow pressed against his fingers holding the shield, causing a sharp pain.
If he hadn't been wearing chain mail gloves, his fingers might have been severed by the arrow.
His keen animal instinct allowed him to immediately locate the Saracen cavalry who was trying to shoot cold arrows at him.
His armor was obviously different from others, and the fact that he was surrounded by guards without charging together showed the other person's extraordinary identity.
He shouted: "Hans, Prajna, cover me!"
Immediately, he abandoned the cracked lance, pulled out the armed sword made by Mallus himself, and rushed towards the cavalryman.
boom--
An iron hammer broke through Prajna's defense and hit Lothar directly on the head.
Lothar felt the pressure on her neck suddenly increase, and the lower edge of the iron helmet slammed into the sunken skin.
The sound of the collision of iron tools made his whole brain feel dizzy.
Lothar raised the shield in his hand and struck with the hammer again.
The shield in Lothar's hand and the arm holding the shield hit him hard back. He could no longer feel the pain. As soon as he regained his composure, he pulled out his sword and wanted to fight back.
But immediately after, a lance pierced the man's chest and knocked him to the ground.
Lothar could see Ulm's back, and the feathers spread out backwards due to the high speed.
More and more hussars rushed forward.
As hussars, their charging speed was faster than Lothar's armored mount that had not had time to change.
Zahir put down the horn bow in his hand in surprise and said: "This Frankish leader and his bodyguards are so brave! If you capture those feathered cavalry, don't kill them, let them join my Mamluks." "
The eunuch beside him once again advised: "Sir, let's withdraw. With your noble status, you should not be involved in such a dangerous and fierce battle!"
Zahir proudly rejected the slave's advice: "No, I am the son of Saladin, the eagle in the desert, the master of Syria, and I am never afraid of fighting!"
"If he wants to fight me, then come!"
He raised the straight sword in his hand, roared, and then led a group of personal guards to protect him and rushed towards Lothar, who was cutting through the Mamluk cavalry like a sharp arrow.
Looking down from the sky, one can clearly see the black wave, which is showing an enveloping situation, enveloping the red and white wave in it.
The light cavalry on both sides of the Saracens were rushing towards the village.
These light cavalry are responsible for delaying the support of the Crusader infantry to the cavalry. Otherwise, once the two cavalry clash, the Mamluk cavalry, which has lost its impact, is likely to be trapped by the Crusader sergeants.
In this state, perhaps the Mamluk cavalry can still achieve a one-to-one exchange ratio, but in exchange for the carefully trained cavalry to follow the infantry, which takes only a week or even a week from setting foot on the training ground to entering the battlefield, even if it is a one-to-one exchange ratio, An exchange ratio of ten is a loss that Zahir cannot accept.
In the rear, the light infantry of the Knights also started shooting.
Lothar did not specifically train archers or crossbowmen, but a considerable number of the new sergeants recruited by the Knights were mountain people from Armenia who believed in the Apostolic Church.
In addition to their two main weapons, spears and shields, they also carry ancestral slings, an ancient but practical weapon with a range of up to two hundred meters.
They jumped out of their bunkers, rushed forward a few steps quickly, and swung their slings to throw fist-sized gravel at the enemy's light cavalry.
Caught off guard, several of the Saracen light cavalry equipped only with leather armor were smashed to pieces and fell from their horses.
Lion and Model, wearing heavy armor and holding battle axes, each led a group of Varangian Guards and shouted: "Charge with me and kill all the damn heretics!"
The next moment, the Crusader sergeants who were still in the bunker charged towards the enemy's lagging light cavalry like a tide.
