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

The situation on the battlefield began to become chaotic.

For most cavalry commanders, after ordering their 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 the hands of the flag officer 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 had already penetrated the enemy formation at this time, blood was dripping down the hilt of his sword, and the weapons worn by many knights had curled blades.

Only the Hussars were obviously better equipped.

Before he could take a breath, he saw behind the enemy, the enemy leader who was occupying the high ground to watch the battle, together with his personal guards, were already heading toward him.

A trace of fatigue emerged in Lothar's heart. In this kind of high-intensity battle, it seemed that he would encounter enemies all the time, and people's physical strength was exhausted too quickly.

He is pretty good, and his physical strength has already exceeded the range of ordinary people. The condition of the others will only get worse!

You must know that before this, they had already experienced several days of difficult marches, and their condition was not good.

He raised his armed sword high and shouted: "Just in time!"

"Fu Lin, mass blood waterfall!"

"receive!"

Fringilla was shrouded under the robe, her white and slender hands were clasped together, and she recited the ancient Transylvanian incantation in a low voice.

The blood in Lothar's and others' bodies, as well as their already somewhat tired mounts, began to flow rapidly, and their hearts beat violently due to the high load.

Maybe they would all be weak for a few days after the war.

But now, they just feel that their energy is boundless.

"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 convey your orders far better 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 shouted and followed Lothar to charge again.

As a Crusader noble and the leader of the Royal Knights, the best way to establish prestige is naturally to lead the charge!

The meaning of "Charge with me" and "Charge for me" are completely different!

At this moment, Lothar had no time to consider how much damage his side had suffered in the charge just now. This was a battle between regular troops, and their opponents were also elite Mamluks, not a ragtag group of desert bandits.

He could notice that there were several familiar faces missing from the Hussars, and among them there was even a young man who had transferred to the Hussars immediately after Ulm.

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 sound of steel clashing.

The sound of a lance breaking.

People's screams and roars were endless.

Blood splattered.

The man fell on his back and his horse fell over.

One after another, the heavily armored cavalry fell to the ground and were trampled to death by their horses.

The time chosen by Ryan and Model to charge was undoubtedly the most appropriate.

They each led a small group of Varangian guards as the vanguard. They took the lead and were brave and brave, inspiring the morale of the ordinary sergeants behind them.

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 Saracen light cavalry originally planned to rely on the suppression of bows and arrows to keep the Knights' sergeants behind the camp. They had no choice but to draw out their lances and straight swords and charge towards 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.

This job should have been completed by our own levies and armored infantry, but how could Zahir carry these cumbersome troops when he went deep into enemy territory?

"Go to hell, you bitch!"

Model saw the opportunity and avoided the spear of the Saracen cavalry in front of him. He lowered his body, rounded the two-handed ax in his hand, and severely cut 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.

He rubbed his shoulders and felt that there was no feeling in that arm.

"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.

"Your Excellency needs our help. All Ax Guards and sergeants of the Royal Knights, for your Excellency and for the glory of the Knights, charge with me!"

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!

Model screamed and fought fiercely, and pulled off a Saracen cavalryman who was riding a horse. He raised his fist covered with a layer of chain mail gloves and slammed it on his face.

With five or six punches, the man was smashed beyond recognition.

His two-handed ax had been lost somewhere, so he directly picked up the iron staff in the cavalry's hand and charged forward with a howl.

Behind him, the Varangian Guards turned into land tanks.

They are skilled in combat, cooperate with each other tacitly, and have heavy armor. 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 well-trained Mamluk cavalry knew 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 battle-hardened Mamluk cavalry.

After the battle, they reported back to Saladin: "Those feathered Frankish demons, who do not wear shields, can skillfully perform various difficult movements on horseback, just like the best in riding. They are just like the Turkic nomads, but their armor is so bright that it even looks like a mirror that can reflect strong light, and it is so indestructible."

Gouge through, gouge through, gouge through hard!

The Mamluk guards could not imagine that this tired army could burst out with such terrifying power like a flashback.

Lothar was covered in blood. Under the cover of Hans, Prajna and the winged cavalry, he finally reached the enemy leader.

Seeing the astonished expression on the opponent's face, he slashed down with his sword. The strength strengthened by the blood waterfall, combined with the sword made by Malus, forcibly cut the straight sword inlaid with gems in his hand from the middle.

Suddenly losing strength, the enemy leader stumbled and fell off his horse, rolling on the ground several times.

Several Mamluk guards desperately tried to rescue them, but Hans used his miraculous swordsmanship to easily pierce their throats.

"Don't kill him, he is a noble one!"

The eunuch's sharp voice sounded, and it was clearly pure French with a Gallic court accent.

Lothar jumped off the horse, kicked Zahir over with one kick, put his armed sword in front of the opponent's throat, and said in Kurdish: "Let your subordinates stop resisting immediately, otherwise, I will cut off this 'honorable man' 'Neck!"

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 could not understand that he could clearly have the upper hand when competing with court instructors, and was even honored as the "First Ghazi of Aleppo" by many of his Mamluk cavalry.

It is also rare to have the talent of a falconer who can communicate with the sacred fire.

How could he be defeated like a child in front of this Frankish leader?

Little did he know that what he had just faced was a terrifying power that was almost four times that of an adult male. This power was not even much worse than Hans under normal circumstances.

In addition, Lothar was covered in blood, like a god of murder, killing anyone he saw.

The terrifying aura he had accumulated along the way had already taken away Zahir's spirit before he could reach him, making him unable to use even 30% of his abilities. It would be strange if he didn't lose.

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 prompt 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 camp you belong to is: Kingdom of Jerusalem.

In this campaign, your current contribution is: 500, currently ranking third, behind Count Raymond of Tripoli and Count Leonard of Transjordan.

After the battle is over, rewards will be calculated based on whether the battle was won or not and your contribution.