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Chapter 38 Cavalry, Charge

One week later.

In the vast sea of ​​sand, a group of cavalry was marching slowly with the scorching sun above their heads.

In just a few days, from the outside, Lothar's skin has darkened.

If you wear a headscarf and a face mask, there is almost no difference between you and a native Arab or Kurd.

During this period, they encountered many dangers. The most thrilling one was when they ran into Saladin's confidant and nephew, Savoddin, who was currently the governor of Syria, and his cavalry.

Fortunately, Abdullah was smart and managed to fool him.

Lothar took out the water bag, took a sip, and asked the Kurdish leader beside him: "Where are we now? Have we entered the Sasanian border?"

Abdullah was a little puzzled that the foreign young man in front of him could withstand the drought and heat of the desert so well: "Where is the border? Here, the lords and chiefdoms loyal to Saladin and the Sasanian king,

It’s like the teeth in a dog’s mouth, intricately intertwined, or the grass on the Gobi desert falling with the wind.”

"I see."

The translation is "canine teeth barking each other" and "wall grass".

"So, if we select some lords who are determined to support the Sasanian king, or even openly oppose and resist Saladin, what will be the best effect?"

Lothar said after thinking.

When it came to acting, he couldn't guarantee that the Sasanian king would follow his script.

"Yes, I know that there is an oasis not far from here. It is the territory of Koqeb. He was once a vassal loyal to King Nur al-Din. After Saladin usurped the throne, he took refuge with the Sasanian king.

Here he openly provoked Saladin many times."

Lothar was a little confused: "Don't they sound like they should be in the same camp as you?"

There was a trace of anger on Abdullah's face: "When Saladin led his army into Syria, we asked him for help, but he didn't even send half a soldier."

"Such a traitor dares to challenge Saladin in the name of the late king. This is an insult to us!"

Lothar nodded and decided on the lucky person: "Then choose them."

"Does this Kokob live in the oasis you mentioned?"

Abdullah nodded and said: "Of course, that is his base camp. All chiefdoms and tribes that are subordinate to him must come here on time to make sacrifices, including cattle and sheep."

"How's the defense?"

"There is a wooden fort. Although there are not many defenders inside, there are many cavalry teams scattered in the small oasis around this oasis. Once the defenders in the wooden fort ask for help, the surrounding armies will rush to help."

Lothar was thoughtful.

The number of people an oasis can carry is limited. If the limit is exceeded, the oasis will shrink rapidly.

This means that there must not be too many defenders in Cockett's wooden fort.

"It seems that we have to fight quickly. If Cockett's defenses are tight, we can't waste too much time again and have to change the target as soon as possible."

Lothar and Abdullah discussed strategies and urged the team to speed up.

Not long after, a scout came galloping on horseback.

He loudly said: "There is a team of about a hundred people in front, who are the Bedouins under Kokob's command. They are carrying tributes to Kokob, and they seem to be unprepared."

Lothar's eyes lit up: "When the opportunity comes, we have to get rid of this group of Bedouins first! They are the key to our getting in."

Abdullah nodded and said, "I understand."

Then he raised his voice and shouted: "Everyone, prepare to fight."

A Kurdish cavalryman came over and handed Lothar a bag of horse feed, which in addition to grass was mixed with cooked beans and wheat bran.

This kind of fine feed is necessary for war horses before charging.

While replenishing his mount with nutrients, Lothar chatted with the cavalryman and said, "Haden, this is your first time participating in a battle. Are you nervous?"

Harden smiled gently: "Sir, I have already eaten today."

Lothar: "."

Okay, it's chicken talking to duck again.

Harden is the youngest member of the Kurdish cavalry, only sixteen years old this year.

"I thought I already spoke Kurdish."

Lothar was helpless and touched Harden's head.

Give the feed to Hans.

He held the riding whip in his hand and quickly climbed up a small hill in front of him.

In the distance, a long team can be seen, slowly marching this way.

Dromedary camel, war horse, pack animal, livestock.

This is a sizable team of nomads.

The leader, wearing a chainmail helmet with purple silk padding inside, walked at the front of the team.

He wore a pair of shining silver scales and chatted and laughed with his subordinates from time to time.

They indeed looked unprepared. They didn't even reveal their scouts. It seemed they didn't expect to be attacked in the core area under Cockett's command.

Lothar turned around, waited for the cavalry to replenish their mounts with fine feed, and then got on the horse.

He ordered: "Get ready to take action."

Lothar covered his mouth and nose with a scarf, and his chainmail mask hung down, covering the scarf.

He took the swallow-tailed flag of the Hussars in his hand, flicked it, and replaced it with a flag printed with three blazing flames, guarding a Saladin eagle.

"Always remember our identities, loyal warriors under Saladin's command, I am their leader - Savoddin."

He raised the lance with the swallow-tail flag in his hand and said to the Kurdish cavalry behind him: "Kill all enemies who dare to take up arms to resist!"

"yes."

The cavalry immediately began to move.

They also fight in a very similar way to the European cavalry. They also use lances to charge, but when they get close, they will switch to scimitars for melee combat.

Abdullah and Hans followed closely beside Lothar.

Prajna and Fringilla were relatively far away. During this battle, Lothar ordered Prajna to give priority to protecting Fringilla, a legal profession.

Since I have shared talents, I don’t have to worry about falling into a dangerous situation in a short period of time. I can definitely hold on until help arrives.

For some reason, the Kurdish cavalry felt that today's charge was as brisk as a divine blessing.

The horse under his crotch was galloping, a little faster than usual.

The iron hooves raised a lot of yellow dust.

The sound was as loud as thunder.

Upon discovering that they were being attacked, the Bedouin group was extremely panicked.

At the front, the cavalrymen wearing spacious white robes rushed towards the front of the team, trying to resist the menacing enemy and buy time for the infantry to prepare for defense.

The leader of the Bedouin shouted in Arabic and Ku: "We are under the command of Lord Kokot. Who are you? Is there any misunderstanding?"

Abdullah shouted loudly: "The one we are looking for is Cockat. If you dare to insult my king Saladin, my master Savoddin will throw Cockat's head to the vultures in the desert to eat."

Tall Arabian horses tread the long loess soil.

Lothar felt the wind whistling in his ears, and his heart beat a little faster, but his mood was no longer as nervous as when he charged before.

He is experienced enough.

Tsk-

The lance pierced the neck of a cavalryman in front.

This was a well-equipped cavalryman, but his scaled neck protector did nothing to stop the sharp spear point from tearing his throat.

Lothar used his shield to block the attack of a Bedouin cavalryman holding a flail in front of him, and felt a numbness in the hand holding the shield.

In the flash of lightning, he clearly saw the other party's ferocious face.

Immediately, they passed by each other.

It's like walking around and watching flowers.

The face of the last enemy was still in front of Lothar's eyes, and the lance had already pierced the shield in the hand of the next enemy, knocking him away.

Lothar's figure was also almost knocked off the horse by the violent impact, but Hans, who was beside him, quickly helped him with his quick eyes and hands.

He sat down again and realized that the person he had just dealt with was actually the leader of this Bedouin group.

More than 40 cavalrymen punched through the enemy's formation.

This Bedouin cavalry team immediately fell apart, and the remaining few people fled in all directions, not daring to resist this devil cavalry that seemed to come from hell.

Lothar came to the end of the team, looked at the chaotic convoy, raised the flag in his hand, and said in Kurdish: "Collect the team, no pursuit!"

"Abdullah, go and persuade them to surrender. Those who lay down their weapons are free to leave."

After getting rid of the cavalry team, this Bedouin convoy can almost be declared destroyed.

However, if a forceful attack is made, not only it will take time, but also more losses may be suffered.

Abdullah thought for a moment, then shouted and ordered them to surrender in the few Arabic words he knew.

But what responded to them was the bows and arrows of the Bedouin.

Lothar raised the lance in his hand that was indestructible due to the hussar swallow-tail flag attached to it. It was still stained with bright red blood.

"Since they are determined to resist, let's continue, charge in groups, and eat them away bit by bit."

Lothar gave the order.

Half an hour later, the stubbornly resisting enemies were cleared away.

"Abdallah, count the casualties."

"Six were injured and 1 died, none of them were seriously injured. The enemy was not strong and defenseless. Many of them were not even wearing armor. We fought a beautiful surprise battle."

"good."

Lothar nodded with satisfaction. With such a battle loss ratio, unless it was against a group of serf levies, it would be a great victory no matter where it was.

The eliteness of this group of Kurdish cavalry is no less than that of the cavalry under Baron Godfrey.

Someone came with a sad face holding a corpse and said something in Kurdish very fast.

Lothar looked at the corpse's familiar features and remained silent.

Harden is dead.

The sixteen-year-old boy who always smiled with two rows of white, straight teeth.

"Burn his body and Hadden will return to the arms of Mithras."

Abdullah's face did not show much sadness: "If this child can survive his first battle, he will transform into an eagle."

On the battlefield, the attrition rate of new recruits is the highest.

Only after surviving the first war can new soldiers transform into veterans.

It's a pity that Harden couldn't survive it.

Lothar took off her turban, held it in her hand, and prayed silently.

"Let's go before Kokob doesn't know about our arrival!"

He raised the flaming eagle flag in his hand high: "Bring this convoy, camels, and horses, we will disguise it as a convoy paying tribute to Cockett, and we must be fast!"

There are already vultures circling in the sky, and sooner or later Cockett's soldiers will come to investigate.

You must seize the time.

After this battle, Lothar successfully rose to level three.

Attribute point Lothar has not been allocated yet.

After waiting for his intimacy with Fringilla to increase to friendly, he tried to use her bond talent, Blood Magic Specialization.

If it works well, he is considering whether to add one attribute point to the spiritual aspect.

(End of chapter)