Chapter 183 A Great Victory over the Chase

Outside the city, in the messy siege camp.

Tariq was about to collect the defeated troops, organize the army to extinguish the fire, and rescue the baggage. Tariq was shocked to see that the closed gate of Alandele City was opened again.

Iron hoofs, like drum beats, stepped on his heart.

The armored knights, who were covered with iron masks and even their mounts were covered with a layer of scale armor or chain mail armor, silently held up lances with various square flags attached to them.

Under the leadership of the female knight at the head, they once again rushed out of the gate of Alandele City with an overwhelming force.

The hussars followed behind the order knights, each holding a three-meter-long hollow lance. The feathers behind them made a whistling sound as they passed through the air at high speed.

They are not equipped with men and horses like the Order Knights. As "light heavy cavalry", they have both impact and mobility, and their professional positioning is more like the hussars of the Magyars.

As a result, their defense power is not as good as the previous ones. The knights of the Order equipped with full plate armor are terrifying.

Therefore, they followed these knights of the Order, who were like iron cans, and used them to resist the enemy's arrows.

Smoke and dust billowed.

The panicked Saracens had no idea how many more "cross-wearing demons" had rushed out of the city.

The Saracen camp, which had just restored some order, once again seemed to have been dropped by a heavy bomb, and the peasants and soldiers holding water cans to put out the fire dispersed in a hurry.

Tariq did not hesitate at all and led hundreds of Mamluk guards to move towards his brother-in-law.

"Tariq, why are you still standing there, why don't you hurry up and stop those Frank cavalry!"

Tariq shouted: "Zain, we have been defeated. There is no room for comeback. We must evacuate the camp immediately."

Zain’s straight spine seemed to have been drained of all its strength.

Only one-sixth of the army under his command was cavalry, and more than half of them were light cavalry recruited from various tribes. The elite of his army only consisted of 500 armored infantry and 200 Mamluk guards.

In addition, he also borrowed 500 armored infantry from his brothers and 300 light infantry who were good at using bows, slings and spears.

Once you choose to retreat, it means that you must give up all the infantry under your command.

This made his heart, which was already so painful that it wanted to bleed, almost break into glass shards at this moment.

Tariq spoke very quickly and advised: "Zain, retreat with the Mamluk guards and abandon Port Ayla to join your brothers. You are still a prince. But if you lose even the Mamluk guards, You are not even worth a copper coin."

Zain’s heart was shaken, and he opened his mouth with some difficulty.

"Okay, I'll do as you say!"

"Those Saracen cavalry must withdraw!"

Jeanne laughed heartily: "It's not that simple!"

She took off her helmet, her long golden hair fluttering in the wind, and her hoarse voice echoed in the ears of the knights: "Hussar, stop them!"

Behind him, the city gate opened again.

The Varangian Guards, who wore chainmail helmets and ridged helmets, were covered in heavy black chainmail, and wore white robes to protect them from the sun, making them look very different from their counterparts in the Eastern Empire.

At this moment, they were walking with heavy steps, like a group of tigers, holding double-edged axes and charging towards the Saracen camp.

Behind them, there were peasants and soldiers lined up in a loose formation with fanatical faces.

They saw it clearly on the city wall, and in their hearts, they couldn't help but feel a deep contempt for these ragtag Saracen soldiers.

Now, the morale is so high that they want to rush to the battlefield to rob and fight.

In fact, they are just a bunch of rabble.

Just half a month of queue training cannot transform them into an elite force.

However, with the advantages of equipment and morale, and the fierce men like the Varangian Guards at the front, the opponent was still a group of defeated troops who had lost their morale and had no organization left at all.

There is no suspense at all in this battle.

The city of Alandrera is now an empty city.

If another army were to attack the unguarded Alandre at this time, or if the pagan heroes in the city who Lothar had not yet had time to deal with rebelled, the outcome of this battle might have changed.

But there are no ifs in this world.

In the city, some of the pagan tycoons who had been lucky enough to escape before showed signs of rebellion when they saw the farmhands who had just been allocated land to their families, with a cold light on their faces.

Bundling interests is always the only way to ensure the loyalty of subjects.

The Mamluk cavalry, wearing pitch-black scale armor and carrying bows and spears, were galloping through the wilderness, guarding Zahn and Tariq.

"Tariq, they are coming!"

behind.

The billowing smoke is getting closer.

Zain looked back, his face suddenly turned pale, and he saw that unknowingly, those strange cavalrymen equipped with feathers on their backs were outflanking him from both sides.

The distance between the two sides is quickly closing.

At this time, the Knights of the Order fell behind the Hussars. Their heavier equipment made them more suitable for attacking the enemy rather than chasing and escaping.

"I'll stop them."

Tariq took a deep look at his brother-in-law: "Be nice to my sister, Zain."

Zain felt sad.

He solemnly said: "I swear in the name of the Holy Fire that if I marry any other wife besides your sister, I will immediately fall into the boundless hell and be burned forever."

Tariq touched his shoulder with his palm, and then without saying a word, he led a group of personal guards under his command to meet the enemy.

His personal guards split into two teams under his order halfway through the charge, and one on the left and one on the right blocked the outflanking hussars.

Smoke and dust billowed.

Zain could only hear a violent collision and shouts of death. The screams gradually faded away, and he could no longer see anything clearly.

After a while.

In the smoke and dust, a pair of wings that looked like blood-stained swan wings emerged first.

Those demon-like wing cavalry, covered in blood, charged out again.

Zain’s heart suddenly dropped.

Although all the personal guards under Tariq were lost in the previous battle to defend the city of Alandre and were later reorganized, they can still be considered elite.

Couldn't he even stop the enemy in such a short time?

Lothar didn't know where the battle was going in Alandele, which was hundreds of miles away.

But he knew very well Jeanne's command level.

It's hard to imagine that an uneducated country girl who had never commanded an army before could have such a skill.

The legend of her resume really made people think that unless they were inspired by the gods, how could such a person exist in this world.

At the banquet, Lothar was drinking wine with many nobles and knights, and occasionally watching the game of Gwent. Lothar was not worried about Jeana losing at all.

"Losa, let me have a drink with you."

Otto came over drunkenly, holding a glass of wine.

Lothar couldn't help frowning: "This is a social banquet. It will be good for you to get to know more nobles who are coming for pilgrimage. How come you really drank it?"

Otto put his arms around Lothar's shoulders, with mixed feelings in his heart: "Lotha, I really envy you."

Seeing how drunk he was, Lothar was speechless.

"There are so many people who envy me."

Otto let out a long sigh: "You have changed so much. Sometimes I really wonder if you are still the stupid brother who studied Gallic with Father Titus with me."

Lothar said without changing his expression: "What stupid things are you talking about?"

Otto said with a cry: "Losa, how come you have become so good? Everyone compares me with you. I am really happy for you - but I am also really jealous of you."

Lothar patted him on the shoulder: "I understand."

It is only natural for people to be afraid of their brothers' hardships and also to be afraid of their brothers driving a Land Rover.