The situation on the battlefield gradually became chaotic.
For most cavalry commanders, after ordering the cavalry to charge, the rest has nothing to do with them.
Because on this chaotic battlefield, it was impossible for the armored cavalry with their narrow field of vision to observe the military flag in Hans' hand at any time.
Many cavalrymen of the Knights, armed with lances tied with square flags and swallow-tailed flags, rushed out of the battlefield and realized that they had passed by the Saracen cavalry after suddenly seeing the light in front of them.
The square flag and the swallow-tail flag are the symbols used by Gallic knights to distinguish formal knights from attendants, so there is the etiquette of "cutting off the swallow-tail" to confer knights.
But for German knights, there is no such thing.
Lothar penetrated the enemy formation and was covered in blood.
Before he could take a breath, he saw the enemy leader from behind who was not prepared to charge, and his personal guards, already heading towards him.
"Just in time!"
Lothar said happily.
"Fu Lin, mass blood waterfall!"
"receive!"
Fringilla clasped her hands together under her robe and recited the ancient Transylvanian incantation in a low voice.
Lothar and the others, as well as their already somewhat tired mounts, saw the blood in their bodies begin to flow rapidly, and their hearts were beating loudly due to the high load. They felt that their bodies were full of energy.
"Charge with me!"
Lothar shouted loudly, and regardless of whether everyone heard him clearly, he once again took the lead and rushed towards the enemy.
On the battlefield, actions speak louder than sounds.
Even the hussars, whose feathers were stained with blood, and the rest of the Crusader knights who followed Lothar and rushed here, all followed Lothar and charged again.
At this moment, Lothar had no time to consider how much damage his side had suffered in the previous charge.
But he could notice that there were several familiar faces missing among the hussars.
I must win this battle!
The enemy is getting closer.
Lothar and the knights under his command were like a group of wild beasts, crashing into the enemy's formation.
...
The charging moment chosen by Ryan and Model was definitely the most suitable opportunity.
They each led a small group of Varangian guards as the vanguard, taking the lead and boosting the morale of the armored sergeants.
These heavy armored infantry, wearing multiple layers of chain armor and holding two-handed axes, were simply not harmable by the riding bows of the Saracen light cavalry.
Seeing that the armored sergeants led by the Varangian Guards were about to rush forward and surround the Mamluk heavy cavalry that had just fought with the Crusader knights.
These light cavalry originally planned to rely on the suppression of bows and arrows to make the knights' sergeants stay behind the camp. They had no choice but to draw out their lances and straight swords and charge at the knights' sergeants.
Their mission was to delay the Knights' sergeants before the Mamluk heavy cavalry could eat the opponent's cavalry.
Even if it means sacrificing yourself for this.
"Go to hell, you bitch!"
Model saw the opportunity and avoided the spear of the Saracen light cavalry in front of him. He lowered his body and swung his two axes, severely cutting off the legs of his mount.
In an instant, people were on their backs.
As soon as the light horse landed on the ground, he was pierced into a sieve with spears by the Crusaders who rushed forward.
Another Varangian guard who wanted to imitate him accidentally got knocked to the ground by a spear, but he got up from the ground cursing after a moment.
"Surround them, surround them, and be sure to entangle the Saracens' heavy cavalry. We can't give them another chance to charge!"
Ryan let out a hoarse roar.
Many Crusaders also began to fight.
They knew very well that without their cavalry, they could only wait for death in front of the Mamluk heavy cavalry, which was both good at mounted shooting and had devastating impact.
You must support your cavalry team!
Each of the Varangian Guards is like a land tank. They are skilled in combat and cooperate with each other tacitly. They are simply not something that these Saracen light cavalry can deal with.
The armored sergeants were arranged in scattered small square formations, and the forest of spears thrust out and kept advancing. These Saracen light cavalry had no way to stop their charge.
Soon, the armored sergeants engaged the enemy's Mamluk heavy cavalry.
They used their spears to dismount each cavalryman who had lost room to move. Immediately, a sergeant holding a short sword held down the fallen cavalryman, tore off his helmet and stabbed him hard.
A sergeant with a face full of joy had just put on the pointed helmet he had taken from the Mamluk cavalry when he was pierced in the chest by a charging Mamluk cavalry.
These Mamluk cavalry knew very well that they were being divided and surrounded by the Crusaders, and they began to consciously retreat in groups.
As long as they are given a slight chance, these elite slave cavalry are still not something that these armored sergeants mixed with a large number of hastily trained recruits can fight against.
...
ahead.
As Lothar's cavalry collided with Prince Zaheer's bodyguards.
One by one, the cavalrymen were knocked off their horses by the lances in the hands of the enemy.
At this time, we can see what advantages Lothar's winged cavalry have compared to the knights of this era.
The movements are more flexible and the combat skills are more skillful.
The speed with which they harvested the enemy's lives even left a huge psychological shadow on some Mamluk cavalry.
After the battle, they reported back to Saladin: "Those feathered demons are so agile that they don't even wear shields. They can skillfully make various movements on horseback, but their movements are so agile." It's so bright that it even looks like armor that can reflect strong light, and it's so indestructible."
Lothar was covered in blood and finally reached the enemy leader's side.
Seeing the shocked expression on the opponent's face, he slashed down with his sword, and the power strengthened by the blood waterfall directly knocked him over.
"Don't kill him, he is a noble one!"
The eunuch's sharp voice sounded, and it was clearly pure French with the emphasis of the Gallic court.
Lothar kicked him over and put his armed sword in front of the opponent's throat: "Let your subordinates stop resisting immediately, otherwise, I will cut off the neck of this 'honorable man'!"
Zahir, who fell to the ground, had a face full of unwillingness and anger: "No way, kill him if you want! As the son of Saladin, I will never surrender to you despicable Frankish barbarians!"
He simply couldn't understand that he had the upper hand when competing with the palace teachers, and even received praise from many people.
But how could he act like a child in front of this Frankish leader and lose so ridiculously?
Lothar was slightly startled: "Is he the son of Saladin? Which one?"
The eunuch said: "This is Zahir, my king's favorite youngest son. You can exchange him for a high ransom, but please be sure not to hurt him!"
Ding--
The system beep sounded.
You have officially participated in a kingdom-level battle between the two warring parties: the Kingdom of Ayyubid and the Kingdom of Jerusalem.
The faction you belong to is: Kingdom of Jerusalem.
In this battle, your current contribution is: 500, currently ranking third, behind Earl Raymond and Earl Leonard.
After the battle is over, the rewards will be calculated based on whether the battle was won or not and your contribution.
