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

On a high ground.

The eunuch wearing a brocade robe, with a smooth chin and no beard, admonished in a low voice: "Prince Zaheer, this is a well-trained Frank army, we have gone very far into the enemy territory. , is it time to retreat?”

"withdraw?"

"Harry, were you scared out of your mind by the charging appearance of these Frankish barbarians? Losing that thing really made 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 had a long, slender face and an outrageously fair complexion. He 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, Harry, looting a village will not extinguish the burning flame in my heart. I will take the head of this Frank cavalry leader and extort from Adil what belongs to him." My Aleppo!”

When mentioning his uncle, the Syrian Governor Savoddin (Adil), Zahir called him by his first name without any respect.

Because a considerable part of the territory under his rule should originally belong to him.

It was only because Zahir was defeated in the battle to encircle and suppress the Armenian mountain people when he ruled there that the territory was entrusted to Savodin.

"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! My most elite Mamluk, bring fire and death to these Frankish barbarians!"

"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, chain armor and zha armor, and riding Marwari horses purchased from Tianzhu, are far from those who were defeated by the Crusader cavalry in the past. The Gulam cavalry can match it.

They have practiced martial arts since childhood and are the most elite force under Zahir.

He believed that his slave soldiers, even if not as good as his father's Mamluk guards, were still second to none among his brothers.

It is definitely not comparable to this group of Frankish cavalry with unknown origins.

Lothar took the lead and rushed to the front.

Hans held tightly the lance with the black hawk swallowtail flag attached. Under the heavy winged horn helmet, a pair of eyes had turned into the vertical pupils of a beast, and the boiling wolf blood was flowing in his body.

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 and had various accents. They came from the Lowlands, Gaul, Toulouse, Albion, Leon, Navarre, and Tuscany.

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, running opposite each other on the ground, as if they were going to collide together at the next moment, setting off a bloody storm.

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--

A huge impact struck, and the lance in Lothar's hand forcibly 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.

What followed was the next enemy wearing a spiked helmet.

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 beside Lothar, intercepting all the attacks on Lothar's right side.

This is the duty of the heavily armored iron guard!

But Prajna can only defend one side at most.

The six-star heavy-armed iron guard and the six-star mage are completely different concepts.

next moment.

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 high ground where the Saracen cavalry was.

boom--

A hammer swung out from Lothar's left side and hit Lothar on the head.

Lothar felt the pressure on his neck suddenly increase. The majestic force from the top of his head passed through the lower edge of the iron helmet and the chain armor on his neck, and hit his chain armor neck protector heavily.

The sound of iron tools intersecting, like the sound of a bell, made his whole brain fall into a trance.

Lothar only had time to raise the shield in his hand, and the heavy hammer hit him 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 calmed down, he resisted the dizziness 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.

He crossed himself and rushed to the front!

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 those feathered cavalry are captured, don't kill them, I will let them join my Mamluks." "

The eunuch next to him once again advised: "Sir, let's retreat. Those Franks have already rushed this way. As 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!"

"Mamluks, let these Frankish barbarians see how powerful we are!"

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 were responsible for delaying the support of the Crusader infantry to the cavalry with arrows.

Otherwise, once the two cavalry clash, the Mamluk armored cavalry, which has lost its impact, is likely to fall into a tight siege by the Crusader sergeants.

In this state, perhaps the Mamluk cavalry can still achieve a one-to-one, or even one-to-two exchange ratio.

But exchanging the carefully trained heavy cavalry with the Crusader infantry who may have been away from the training ground for less than a week, even if it was an exchange ratio of one to ten, was a huge loss that Zaheer could not 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 (a branch of Orthodoxy).

In addition to their two main weapons, spears and shields, they also carry ancestral slings. This ancient but practical weapon has a range of up to two hundred meters.

When the Saracen light cavalry approached, they jumped out of their bunkers, rushed forward a few steps quickly, swung their slings and threw 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!"

“Heavenly Father will protect us!”

The next moment, the Crusader sergeants who were still in the bunker charged towards the enemy's lagging light cavalry like a tide.