In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

In Saladin's royal tent, the chiefs and princes of various tribes gathered together.

Saladin was sitting on the throne in the center, listening to the accusation from the chief below: "My king, most of those who suffered heavy losses today are our people."

"Prince Zaheer led our troops on an expedition, but half of our troops were lost in just one round. This was due to improper command by His Highness, so I beg that I can personally lead the troops in the next battle."

The chief from the Tunisian chiefdom said sincerely.

He didn't want the cavalry under his command to serve as cannon fodder anymore. What kind of "genius" idea was it to use the light cavalry to go head-to-head with the Franks' elite heavy cavalry?

In his heart, Zahir is an idiot!

Spotted hyena born from a lion!

Zahir said angrily: "What does this have to do with my improper command? If your soldiers are one-third as brave as the Mamluks under my command, and can entangle these Franks for a while longer, these Frank cavalry will be defeated." Surrounded by the Mamluks of Adil who are following closely, annihilate them all!"

"you!"

The chief of Tunisia was full of anger: "Is it all the fault of our soldiers who did not wear armor and only carried bows, arrows and javelins? Doesn't it have anything to do with you as the commander?"

Zahir was still a little dissatisfied.

But Saladin stopped him: "Shut up, Zahir!"

He said politely: "Chief of Tunisia, I will give you one-third of the loot after capturing Kale Fort as compensation. Now please forgive my son's offense against you."

The Tunisian chief quickly lowered his head and put his hand on his shoulder: "Thank you, my king, for your generosity."

Below, another chief stood up. He said: "My king, we can't continue to waste time like this. We accepted your call to participate in Jihad. It has been delayed for too long. I received a message from Yemen today. The letter from the territory said that the neighboring chiefdom is trying to attack my territory, and if this continues, I will have no choice but to withdraw."

Someone immediately responded: "Yes, my king, those Frank cavalry are nothing to worry about. We only need to deploy a team of cavalry to intercept them. We must win this battle as soon as possible."

Saladin was silent for a moment, nodded and said:

"Don't worry, everyone, I will start a decisive battle with the Crusaders within three days at the latest. By then, they must be exhausted."

Appease these chiefdom lords and send them away.

Saladin sat back on his throne, his expression a little solemn, and he tapped the papyrus on the table with his fingers.

He planned to fight a decisive battle with the Crusaders.

Moreover, the army under his command is obviously more advantageous in terms of paper strength.

But the tactics adopted by Baldwin IV were too steady. The high-spirited young monarch in the past seemed to have been tortured by illness and became conservative and stubborn.

In Saladin's view, Baldwin IV's adoption of this strategy was tantamount to chronic suicide!

But he also knew that if he wanted to storm this defense-focused army, he would have to pay huge losses.

You must know that although these chiefdoms, large and small, are numerous in number, they often send only a few hundred soldiers, adding up to no more than 10,000, and many of them were lost in siege battles.

The remaining 20,000 soldiers are almost all his own troops, especially the 4,000 Mamluk cavalry. Once they suffer heavy losses, his rule over Syria and Egypt will be shaken.

In this land, there are many forces that resist him.

So Saladin was hesitating at this time. He was unwilling to retreat, because returning without success again would shake his prestige.

But he also didn't want his army to suffer heavy losses, which would shake his prestige even more. Once a lion on the grassland loses its claws, it will even be devoured by hyenas.

Although his kingdom is vast, it is not as stable as it seems on the surface. In Syria, the remaining parties of the Zanji Dynasty are still dormant and secretly connecting; in Egypt, the heretics who oppose him want to raise the banner of rebellion at any time. The chiefs of Hanzhi and Yemen only surrendered to him in name.

And the Sasanian king!

This nominal ruler of the Zoroastrian world had the most powerful empire in Central Asia, which was like a sharp blade hanging over Saladin's head, keeping him awake at night.

Saladin felt a little tired, and he said casually: "Adil, how do you think we should win this battle?"

"My king, the Franks' infantry is not as elite as we thought. Most of them are pilgrims who were temporarily recruited and armed."

"As long as the enemy's main army is defeated, the wandering Frank cavalry, no matter how brave it is, will not be able to stir up trouble."

Adil paused slightly and then said: "And as long as we deal with the last elite group that the Franks can gather here, more chiefdoms will be willing to participate in Jihad and serve you."

The Kingdom of Jerusalem occupies the most elite part of the entire Eastern Mediterranean coast. The lords here are much richer than their poor relatives in Western Europe.

This is a piece of fat meat, enough to tempt the lords who forage in the desert.

Saladin was silent for a moment and called: "Adil, my brother."

Adil looked confused: "My king?"

Saladin said solemnly: "I am only one step away from Jerusalem. Help me to win this battle."

"I will do my best, my king."

Adil said respectfully.

At this time.

Adil vaguely heard shouts of killing coming from his ears. Because the sound was a bit far away, he did not react immediately.

Someone suddenly rushed to the camp entrance and was stopped by the Mamluk guards.

He panicked and shouted to Saladin: "My king, the Franks are coming. They don't know how many people they have. They rushed into our camp and killed everyone they saw."

"What?!"

Their expressions changed drastically.

…

Ten minutes ago.

The sky was dark, and the sudden drop in temperature made Lothar feel like an ice can.

They had crossed the Crusader camp and arrived on a gentle slope. Below was the Saracen camp, with dots of bonfires stretching for dozens of miles.

The knights rubbed their somewhat stiff hands, took out the lances and kite shields hanging from the saddles, and put them on. Both men and horses were feeling cold.

The low temperature in the desert is no less disastrous than the scorching sun for travelers sleeping outdoors.

Lothar came to the front of the formation.

He urged his mount and ran in front of the knights.

The knights wearing different helmets raised their lances.

Lothar didn't speak, he just made a cross in front of him, and people understood what he meant - we have to be given a miracle, and this battle will be won!

Eight hundred cavalrymen lined up in a row, the intimidation they brought to people was unimaginable.

Lothar saw many familiar figures. He nodded to them one by one, and then came to the front and center position.

The hussars spontaneously formed a formation and followed Lothar, forming the cone head of a wedge formation.

Lothar raised the armed sword carefully crafted by the blacksmith Mallus in his hand, and took the lead to rush towards the Saracen military camp down the slope, which was beyond sight.

The sound of horse hooves shook the earth.

The knights formed a wedge formation, held high their lances with various flags, and silently followed Lothar in the charge.

The Saracens' military camp was so disorganized—at least, there wasn't even a wooden wall for defense in the area where Lothar led the attack.

Perhaps it's because wood is so rare in the desert.

It is said that when the Crusaders first attacked Kalle Castle, the Zoroastrian army guarding the place cut down the woods outside the city in advance, and the Crusaders could not even find the wood to build siege equipment.

Anyway.

The heroic charging cavalry, without encountering any obstruction, roared into the enemy's camp like a gust of wind.

This camp happened to be inhabited by troops from the Tunisian chiefdom. They were suddenly awakened by the sound of horse hooves. They did not even think that someone had launched a night attack on them.

Because for people in this era, the concept of "night attack" does not exist at all!

Even if someone uses this method, the results they can achieve are very limited, and their own losses may even be more serious. Over time, no one will use it.

If a strange move is not rare enough, how can it be called a strange move?

But if the strange move is really useful, how can it be rare?

Lothar's blood-stained armed sword slashed the neck of a soldier who had just stepped out of the camp without even a helmet, and blood dripped down the blade.

The soldier clutched his throat, his face full of fear and disbelief.

Just by looking at his face, Lothar knew that the Saracen soldier he killed was a very young boy who could only be called a child in his original world.

Maybe he just entered high school.

But now his mood is no longer touched by this. Instead, he is more concerned about how much experience he still has before reaching the seventh level?

Because he can restore physical and mental strength, he must have a good time to unleash a wave of ultimate moves before upgrading.

The armored cavalry charged and killed recklessly.

The ability to see at night is simply a rip-off.

The Saracen soldiers who rushed out of the camp couldn't even tell who was the enemy and who was one of their own. They could only fight on their own, and the intensity of their counterattack was frighteningly low.

"Stop fighting, follow me!"

"If you get separated from the main force, find the right time to disperse and retreat."

Lothar shouted.

This was just an insignificant corner of the Saracen camp. What he was looking for was the Saracen stables and a place to store grain and grass.

Burning the stables can destroy the strongest cavalry of the Saracens.

Burning the food and grass, they had to retreat immediately.

But the battlefield was so chaotic, and in the camp, which was like a street fighting situation, there were too few people who could hear Lothar's words clearly.

Some knights wore bucket helmets with only a slit exposed. After rushing several hundred meters in a row, they were shocked to realize that they were far away from the main force.

Fortunately, the enemy did not organize an effective defense at all. After realizing this, they began to retreat and regroup with their comrades.

With night vision, they will not run around like headless flies.

Lothar asked: "Flynn, how long can the group night vision last?"

Fulin replied: "Half an hour at most, you have to hurry up. Also, during this period, I can no longer use the group blood waterfall to gain you benefits."