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

The two brothers Guy and Amalric of Lusignan were separated from the main force during this charge.

In addition to them, there are more than ten cavalry.

They were also charging head-first, surrounded by their companions. The narrow field of vision of the bucket helmets made them completely unaware that they had been separated from the main force.

They have gone crazy.

The Saracen soldiers who hurriedly counterattacked could not even find a commander in charge, so they could only fight on their own. Many panicked soldiers were driven away like sheep.

Even though there are many people who want to fight back, they are trapped by those who escape, and they can only go with the flow and expose their descendants to the enemy.

Wearing heavy armor and being able to see at night, the Crusader knights were simply carrying out a one-sided massacre.

Blood stained their burqas.

Even the horse clothes and the coat of arms on the horse armor were soaked in blood and blurred.

At this time, clusters of flames suddenly swelled in the braziers arranged in the camp.

They came together as if they were alive, forming a giant made entirely of flames.

A Zoroastrian priest in white robes stood behind the giant. He was full of anger and cursed: "Damn Frank butcher, fall into the boundless hell of fire! The holy fire will give you a fair punishment!"

He waved the stick in his hand.

The flame giant suddenly opened his mouth.

boom--

A fireball condensed from flames was sprayed out by the flame giant and hit the formation of the Crusader cavalry like a bomb.

The three approaching knights were instantly engulfed in flames.

A knight approached, his mount raised its hooves in fright.

He fell to the ground, looked at the burning charcoal, and let out a mournful roar: "Brother!"

He struggled to get up from the ground, but the huge flame giant did not scare him away.

I saw him tearing off the metal cross hanging from his chest.

At the top of the cross is a sharp spearhead.

This is his ancestral magic-breaking tool.

If Lothar were here, he would definitely recognize that this was a cross made of magic-blocking gold.

"Burn him, burn him to death, don't let him come over!"

When the white-robed priest saw the cross, he looked panicked and hurriedly controlled the flame giant to rush towards the knight.

Demon-blocking gold is not a particularly rare thing.

Many churches have this kind of metal “exorcism tool”.

The legends sung by bards about knights slaying evil dragons and slaying evil witches are not all false.

After all, they are all evil dragons. There are ancient dragons that are more than a thousand years old and are tens of meters in size, and there are also small dragons that are just born, or have not grown up at all, and are only a few meters in size.

The number of wizards in the world is so small. In addition to pursuing differences, they are more worried about getting involved in conflicts between humans, and their long lives will disappear in one fell swoop.

Who is willing to exchange lives with these mortal knights whose average life span is only a few decades, and it is very likely that they will lose their lives in brave battles soon?

"Death to you, pagan devil!"

However, the knight had already been angered by the death of his brother. Regardless of the heat wave that hit his face, he flew out and pierced the cross into the chest of the white-robed priest.

In an instant, the flame giant disappeared into thin air.

The magic-blocking gold blocked the flow of magic power in the body of the white-robed priest.

The knight fell to the ground, and after only a brief contact, his robe was already burning, and the surface of the armor even turned a layer of red due to the high temperature.

Guy seized this opportunity, leaned down from his horse, picked up a throwing spear from the ground, and threw it at the white-robed priest.

The next moment, the spear pierced the chest of the white-robed priest. A large amount of blood foam overflowed from his mouth. The body that had suffered heavy injuries was deprived of the last trace of life force.

Guy was breathing heavily, the heat making him sweat profusely.

He took off his helmet, looked around, and suddenly said: "It's broken, we have separated from the main force, everyone, follow me!"

Amalric responded hurriedly.

"Brother, don't we hurry up and join the main force?"

During his long life in the palace, he had already lost his courage. Compared with his brothers, he did not play much role in this battle.

The reason why he has not been killed in battle is purely because this guy cares about his life and is rich. The armor he wears is considered to be the best among all armored cavalry.

Guy shouted: "What a waste of time, brother, we have already rushed here and are no longer moving forward. Why should we take credit? Are you willing to be a palace minister who relies on a woman's nepotism forever?"

Amalric was stunned.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said: "Let's go, our brothers will do something big again!"

Lothar kept gathering the team.

The cavalrymen wearing various robes were like sharp spears, piercing straight through the chest of the Saracens.

The enemy's counterattack was so weak.

Scattered infantry were extremely vulnerable when faced with cavalry charges, especially when mixed with a large group of ragtag men who were not much stronger than serf levies.

Rushing all the way, countless enemies fell to the ground, but the damage to our own side was minimal.

Lothar's eyes lit up with light.

In the front, an organized enemy finally appeared. They were a group of scaled infantrymen holding spears and arrayed in the tents. The commander leading the group loudly encouraged the soldiers in Arabic.

Wizards in this world seem to have few means that can enhance the combat effectiveness of ordinary people, and spellcasters rarely directly participate in secular wars.

At the very least, there is no spellcaster under Saladin who can give people the ability to see at night like Fulin.

But as we go deeper, the bonfires and torches become more and more dense.

The Saracen soldiers were finally able to roughly identify the outline of the enemy. Although their reactions were sometimes a little slow, the number of incidents of mistaking teammates for enemies and attacking them had been greatly reduced.

"Ignore them, just run over them!"

Lothar gritted his teeth and issued this order.

Although the spearmen in formation were relatively restrained against the cavalry, it was only relative.

Few cavalry commanders would actually charge into a spear formation head-on.

Moreover, the enemy's formation was too thin. The formation composed of less than fifty infantrymen could not withstand the charge of the knights at all.

boom--

The war horse bumped into enemies one by one.

But there was also a winged cavalry who was knocked off his horse by a spear during a high-speed charge. Fortunately, he rolled over and used the flexibility of his half-plate armor to rush into the nearby barracks, avoiding being trampled by the cavalry that came after him.

At the next intersection, more infantrymen wearing heavy armor appeared, forming a neat square formation.

Lothar recognized them at a glance as heavy infantry composed of dismounted Mamluks. Just like the Crusaders, the most elite infantry were always dismounted knights. (Except Varangian Guard)

The Mamluk dismounted cavalry were also the most elite infantry in the Saracen army.

Without thinking, Lothar shouted: "Spread to both sides!"

The knights directly followed the winged cavalry who received Lothar's order, bypassing this dense enemy defense line.

Many of them didn't even notice the infantrymen who were waiting for them, and just mechanically followed the direction of their comrades in front.

It was like a Saracen camp laid out on a chessboard, with gaps everywhere and places for them to gallop around.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Lothar's armor was stained with blood. He finally found the enemy's stable, but it was surrounded by thousands of heavily armored infantrymen on three levels inside and three outside.

Lothar realized that even if he broke through the stable and successfully lit a fire here, the results he could achieve would be very limited.

The loss was probably the entire cavalry team.

Obviously this is not worth the gain.

He immediately changed course and decided to lead his troops to retreat.

The results of tonight's battle are gratifying enough. Perhaps the total number of people who died directly under their horses' hooves was less than 2,000. However, due to the darkness, the roaring, stampeding, and mutual attacks occurred, conservative estimates suggest that this number is also less than 2,000. Can be doubled again.

What's more, the Saracens are bound to be unable to get a good night's sleep tonight. Soldiers who cannot get a good sleep can predict their performance the next day.

Tomorrow, the offensive and defensive momentum can be changed.

Soon, the entire cavalry team rushed out from the side of the enemy's camp. Lothar chose a direction and led the team away without looking back.

After counting the number of people, Lothar discovered that the cavalry team had also suffered heavy losses, with more than a hundred cavalry remaining in the enemy camp.

Although most of them are separated, Lothar must admit that if he is separated from the large army in this situation, the probability of survival is only 50% at best.

And if you wait until your night vision ability disappears, this probability will quickly drop to 10%!

There was a trace of impatience on Lothar's face: "The evacuation time has been clearly agreed upon, why are they still stuck in it?"

Baron Godfrey persuaded: "We have achieved enough results tonight. Those who remain in the enemy camp, let them fight to the death. This is their honor."

Lothar looked around and found that Ulm and the other wing cavalry did not rush out with the group.

He gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Everyone is temporarily under the command of Baron Godfrey. Hussars, follow me and charge again. I have to try to rescue our comrades."

He wasn't acting recklessly.

He was only one step away from being upgraded, but he was worried about being seen by the other cavalry under his command, so he didn't dare to use it with all his strength.

He believed that with this wave of his own, even if he couldn't save his teammates who were trapped in the enemy camp, he could still escape intact.

The knights and cavalry all looked at each other.

Someone immediately shouted: "Grand Commander, I'm with you. It just so happens that we haven't had enough killing yet!"

"Yes, sir, you are not the only one unwilling to give up your comrades!"

Knights, the cavalry were in great excitement.

Lothar's bravery, fearlessness, piety, justice, and wisdom completely conquered them. In the future, even if they leave the Holy Land, they will definitely sing Lothar's reputation.

They would rather die with such a commander, because it means "honor"!

People in this era often value honor more than life.