The sun is scorching.
The battlefield is filled with the smell of blood.
The fallen horses and floating corpses attracted vultures circling in the sky, as if the clouds were blocking the sun.
Lothar said in Kurdish: "Eunuch, order them to stop on behalf of your master. Otherwise, I will kill them all. We already have an absolute advantage!"
The eunuch looked calm, as if he was not worried about being in such a dangerous situation.
He bowed his head respectfully and said, "You can do this."
"Because I have no right to order the prince's personal guards, and I have no obligation to help His Highness save the only armed force under his command that still supports him."
Zahir's expression changed drastically.
Indeed, Aleppo and Northern Syria are now in the hands of Savoddin. He has lost his source of troops. If he loses this Mamluk bodyguard who is loyal to him, he will completely become an empty prince. .
At that time, let alone fighting for the throne, even getting back one's own territory will become impossible.
He quickly shouted: "I will tell them to stop, leader of the Franks, we will stop fighting and make peace immediately!"
Lothar sneered: "Stop fighting and make peace?"
"You are mistaken, what I want is unconditional surrender!"
Zahir screamed: "No, it's impossible. Don't think that I don't know what your plan is. You want to take advantage of my subordinates to put down their weapons and execute them all. This is what you Franks did." Something came out!”
Lothar said in a solemn tone: "I swear in the name of King Baldwin that after you and your subordinates lay down their weapons and surrender, I will not harm your lives. As long as Saladin pays the ransom, I will send you back intact." "
At this time, the situation has completely turned to our side.
But the Mamluk guards under Prince Zahir were indeed very brave. Every second they fought, more Knights soldiers died.
If the fight continues like this, the Knights will definitely be severely weakened. In the next war, they will probably just watch the show.
"If you don't agree, I don't mind killing them all - after all, the blood debt of massacre of the village still needs to be repaid!"
Seeing that Zahir was still hesitating.
There was a fierce look in Lothar's eyes: "Ulm, tie up this son of Saladin, and the rest of you will continue fighting with me!"
The effect of the blood waterfall is not over yet.
He plans to kill them all!
It just so happens that he will be upgraded soon.
Damn benevolence, righteousness and morality. On such a tragic battlefield, he doesn't want to care about anything now. The hostility in his chest makes him want to start a massacre immediately!
"No, no, I agree."
"I'll make them put down their weapons!"
Zaheer's face turned gloomy, and all the pride in his heart had been lost.
"I hope you can keep your promise."
He shouted and gave orders to his personal guards: "Order everyone to retreat, wait for my order on the mound over there, and stop fighting these Franks."
After he finished speaking, the Mamluk cavalry around him who were still trying to rush to rescue their master began to retreat in an orderly manner without hesitation.
Zahir reminded: "Franks, you should also order your people to retreat. I swear on the sacred fire and the honor of Saladin's son that I will abide by the agreement and will not let them escape, but I don't want to My guards were slaughtered for no reason, lest your honor and mine should be brought to disgrace."
Lothar nodded.
If Zahir chooses to directly order the Mamluk cavalry under his command to put down their weapons, those who have already killed red eyes under both sides will not care about these orders.
As the trumpet sounded.
The sporadic fighting between the two sides gradually ended.
The Mamluk cavalry withdrew in an orderly manner, but some of the red-eyed Knights cavalry were still roaring and wanting to kill.
Napoleon once said that two Mamluk cavalry will definitely defeat three Gaulish cavalry, but a thousand Gallic cavalry will definitely defeat 1,500 Mamluk cavalry.
This sentence is used to describe the Mamluk cavalry's personal martial arts and bravery, but their low organization.
But in this era it is completely the opposite.
Compared with the well-trained Mamluk guards, the knights under Lothar's command were superior in personal martial arts and morale, but their organization was far behind.
"Clean the battlefield and count casualties."
Lothar said to Hans on the side: "Go and fulfill your duties as commander."
"Prince Zahir, now you can order your subordinates to come and accept surrender. I will restrain my subordinates and not let them harass you."
Prince Zahir sighed: "Okay."
He put his index finger and thumb to his mouth and blew a sharp whistle. The next moment, among the vultures circling in the sky, a majestic falcon swooped down.
Zahir looked at the eunuch: "Harry, bring me my pen and paper."
He paused slightly, and then said to Lothar: "I will write two letters respectively, one to my subordinates, ordering them to surrender, and the other to my father, begging him to pay the ransom and take me and myself redeemed by his subordinates.”
“Write it in Kurdish and I’m going to read it after I’ve finished it.”
Lothar warned: "Don't play tricks, and don't think about asking your father to send an army to encircle and suppress you. I promise that before that, I will kill you with my own hands!"
Zahir smiled bitterly and said: "My father is the greatest king in the Zoroastrian world. How could he send a large army deep into the enemy's territory to rescue his useless son just because he fell into the enemy's hands?"
Lothar nodded and said to Ulm and others beside him: "Ulm, you lead three winged cavalry and 'protect' our Prince Zaheer at all times. No one is allowed to approach, not even us. people."
Although there are relatively few fanatics in the Royal Knights, Lothar cannot guarantee that there will be no one like Leonard who would rather break his oath and give up the ransom than kill the heretics.
This isn't crazy.
After a war, the two sides have already become feuding as deep as the sea.
...
Next, the Royal Knights camped in an oasis near the village.
The battlefield has been cleaned, and the knights' sergeants are wielding shovels, intending to let their comrades bury themselves in peace.
Contrary to Lothar's expectation, no one expressed dissatisfaction with his approach.
On the battlefield, Lothar led the team to charge personally, and his decisive heroic act had conquered all the members of the Knights.
This was clearly demonstrated when he inspected the wounded barracks.
Many wounded soldiers, even if they had one arm broken, still struggled to get up and pay their respects to Lothar.
"It would be nice if Uldin were here."
Lothar sighed secretly.
Then he realized that even if Uldin was there, his mental strength could not support him to treat many people.
Seeing the behavior of the "military priest", Lothar couldn't help but cursed: "He has already lost too much blood, and you still have to cut his wound to bleed. Do you think he didn't die quickly enough?"
"I'm warning you not to use that unreliable bloodletting therapy. Have you forgotten the battlefield first aid skills taught to you by the Hussars Company?"
"The water source is right next to me. Bring me boiled water for disinfection immediately!"
Lothar walked out of the camp, and Hans came over at the right time, with a sad expression on his face.
Lothar asked: "Did the statistics come out?"
"Well, sir, we have killed a total of one hundred and fifty people, including thirty-six cavalry and twelve knights. The number of wounded will double again."
"What about the Hussars and the Varangian Guards? Are they included?"
"Yes, my lord, the Hussars lost four men. No one in the Varangian Guards was killed, but two were slightly wounded."
Lothar sighed softly.
War makes people despise life.
If it were in the past, Lothar would hate those who slaughter the weak the most.
But this time, he didn't even think about paying with blood, even though Prince Zahir had just ordered a bloodbath in a village - maybe because this was not his fiefdom.
"Sir, when shall we take action?"
Lothar said helplessly: "Hans, I am not a renegade...at least, not this time."
Hans's eyes flashed with shock, and then he said: "Sir, I understand your concerns. After all, we have lost so much, and we must make up for it."
"As long as you understand."
Lothar clenched her fists.
