People in the middle ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 57 The mob

The sound of horse hooves is like thunder.

It was clearly just five cavalry, but it gave people the terrifying illusion of facing thousands of troops.

Hans, who was wearing a winged helmet, silently raised his spear and formed the twin tails of a small front arrow formation with three winged cavalry.

The enemy is getting closer and closer.

At this critical moment, an idea suddenly came to his mind: If his instructor knew that he had become a cavalry commander of the Hussars, that old stubborn man's expression would be very wonderful.

No, what's more interesting is that the master brought his instructor over, personally trained this group of winged cavalry, and gave them a cross coat of arms!

At this time, Leonard had just climbed the hillside.

He only hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly began to disassemble the shaft behind the packhorse.

"Poor old Leonard, you will definitely die here today, but you can't just watch the Son chosen by Heavenly Father die in heaven in front of you."

"That is something that only Judas can do. Old Leonard wants to be the Saint James (the first martyr among the Twelve Apostles) for adults."

He murmured in his mouth, took out a spear with difficulty from the back of the carriage, and put it on his shoulder.

"Lord Holy Son, I'm here!"

No one paid attention to him.

In the chaotic battlefield, no one could hear his screams mixed with fear.

These steel knights armed with lances were like sharp hot knives, easily cutting through the formation of the butter-like nomadic cavalry.

At such a short distance, a riding bow can only fire one round.

And even an arrow with limited accuracy could not penetrate the cavalry's armor at all.

Perhaps when conducting guerrilla warfare in desert terrain, the Crusader knights were indeed no match for the elite slave cavalry that had undergone tactical innovation and transformed from Gulam to Mamluk.

However, the hussars transformed from hussars have lighter equipment and faster speeds.

The opponent was just a group of Bedouin nomadic cavalry, not the Mamluk cavalry who had undergone rigorous military training since childhood and were trained completely according to the war machine.

The outcome was determined from the beginning.

Lothar's powerful heart was beating violently at this moment.

Blood rushes through the pipes.

The buffing spell called Blood Falls doubled Lothar's strength in a short period of time.

The lance penetrated the shield of a Bedouin cavalryman and broke inside.

Lothar immediately pulled out his armed sword and slashed at the enemies around him.

Take advantage of the momentum of the war horse.

The enemy's shield and the arm behind it were easily cut off by the armed sword.

Blood accompanied by screams spattered a drawing of hell on his robe.

Prajna's black shield was like a sharp chain saw, spinning rapidly in her hands.

The enemy standing in front of her was immediately twisted into a bloody storm. The ghost-faced relief sculpture, which had not eaten for a long time, had a satiated smile on its face.

The invisible soul is swallowed up by it.

Fringilla recited the magic spell in a low voice.

The blood splattered on the battlefield turned into sharp blades, cutting into pieces of the enemy's body.

Pierce the iron armor.

This is evil magic!

Horrible magic from the Franks!

There was a hint of fear in the eyes of the bandit leader Abboud who was supervising the battle: "No wonder I felt fear in them. No wonder he promised so confidently that he would grant us forgiveness. This turned out to be true!

"

As a falconer, he also possesses extraordinary strength.

But it is precisely because he also possesses extraordinary strength that Aboud understands better that the terrifying power of the other party compared to his own is undoubtedly the difference between a giant python and an earthworm.

"Retreat, retreat!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

However, in the chaos of the battlefield, no one could hear what he said.

A man wearing a brown turban and black scales let out a deafening roar: "The holy fire burns forever, the supreme being, the people blessed by the flame, charge with me!"

Go forward one after another.

More and more people were killed by the enemy's lances, broadswords and strange spells.

Corpses fell to the sandy ground, and the unattended pack animals stopped in confusion.

Fortunately, the morale of the bandit group was shattered very quickly.

The reason why this group of desert bandits has been able to roam the Jordan River Basin for so many years is not because of how powerful they are.

Rather, it was due to their leader, Abboud's Falcon, and their long-standing connections here.

It is difficult for a large and organized army to catch them.

In terms of frontal combat effectiveness, the knights under Leonard's command could annihilate this ragtag group of people in the desert with just one charge.

Lothar, who was covered in blood, shouted for a fierce battle. After killing one of the enemies, the hussars, under his leadership, charged towards the enemy again.

At this time, the disintegration of this desert bandit group has become a prairie fire.

All resistance was ended, and Abboud, the leader of the bandit group, withdrew from the battlefield shortly after the battle began.

Lothar reined in his mount. He looked at Fringilla, saw her nodded slightly, and then shouted: "No need to chase, collect the enemy's mount and rest where you are."

He approached Fringilla and asked, "Do you know the location of their lair?"

Fringilla nodded and said: "I put tracking marks on several of the robbers, so there is no need for me to use charm spells anymore."

Lothar felt relieved and began to clean the battlefield.

Broken shields and scales, broken spears and arrows, and some useful or useless junk were all sold off by Lothar.

The final value is 165 suludes.

He raised his head and looked at Leonard, who was staring dumbfounded, with a smile on his face.

"This is a miracle!"

Leonard muttered: "Only the Holy Son can turn a group of new recruits who have never been on the battlefield into elite cavalry who have experienced hundreds of battles; only the Holy Son can create something from scratch and call them from heaven overnight.

The messenger built a beautiful palace; only the Holy Son can make these murderous weapons disappear without a trace."

Perhaps due to the influence of the statue of the archangel, although Leonard still could not change his natural timidity, his loyalty to Lothar was unquestionable.

Lothar walked towards Leonard. This old guy had no effect in the battle just now.

Before the short packhorse he was riding had time to charge up, the unscrupulous desert bandits were easily wiped out by Lothar.

Leonard was startled by the murderous aura coming from Lothar, and subconsciously knelt on the ground and said: "Master, sir, please forgive me for my cowardice."

Lothar shouted: "Leonard, stand up."

Leonard got up from the ground tremblingly.

Lothar pointed at his nose and said: "You have withstood my test, Leonard, your faults have been wiped out, but I hope that you will not make similar mistakes again in the future. Heavenly Father favors the brave, not the brave.

A coward who is afraid of fighting."

Leonard nodded repeatedly and said, "I will definitely not make the same mistake again in the future."

"Get up, follow me back to Fort Yogurt, and summon all the sergeants under my command. Tonight, we will pull out this cancer in the Jordan River Basin."

Fort Cock.

The Lord's Hall is brightly lit.

The Countess, wearing a high-waisted dress and a golden crown of jewels, sat on her throne.

She is far taller than ordinary women, and can even be said to be stronger. She has a sharp sword on her waist. She is the wife of Count Leonard.

He has been in charge of the Jordanian territory for generations.

She generously helped every knight and noble who came to her, and often held grand banquets and knight competitions, which earned her the reputation of "the female knight in skirts".

At this moment, she was sitting high on the throne, listening to the reports of her subordinates.

"Oh? Our new neighbor is coming to visit me?"

She couldn't help but sneer: "Finally I couldn't hold it anymore. It seems that the money is a huge sum of money that is hard to part with for him, a young baron."

"It's just that the little country lord just doesn't understand the rules. Don't he even understand that he has to prepare gifts in advance before visiting the noble?"

The subordinate was full of compliments and said: "Madam, your lordship wrote a letter asking us to show him some color. Is this an opportunity to shut out this country baron and make him lose face?"

Baroness Stephanie snorted: "Of course not, let him do it. I will give him the treatment he deserves as a baron. I have heard some rumors about Baron Lothar. He once killed one with his own hands."

Werewolf, I really want to see what kind of brave knight he is, who can fight against monsters like werewolves."

(End of chapter)