Chapter 425 The Decisive Battle Begins
"The final battle is finally here."
Renault felt his mouth was a little dry.
He didn't care about the fall of the Holy Land. Although he had converted to the so-called "righteous faith", Renault only wanted better treatment after converting.
"Brothers, please follow me closely. No one is allowed to fall behind."
Wearing dark chain mail, he ordered.
"Look, boss!"
"Enemy's evil beast!"
The Kurdish cavalrymen of Shayo's tribe exclaimed.
The earth is shaking.
Accompanied by the roar of war drums.
More than a dozen behemoths, more than five meters tall and burlier than war elephants, took heavy steps, smashed the gate of the camp, and came to the front battlefield.
Their heads were equipped with rhinoceros-style iron horns, and there were several drivers riding on the dragon saddles behind them.
Thorler stood on the back of the Tyrannosaurus at the front, holding a throwing spear in one hand and holding his helmet in the other hand, his eyes stern.
Behind these giant beasts, the Saracen infantry formed into several square formations also drove out of the camp and marched slowly.
"This guy is really arrogant."
Veneto's face was full of disgust, and he clenched his fists: "I hate people who are more arrogant than me. Boy Hans, let me wash away your shame."
"This is a battlefield, Veneto. It is not a solo fight among the gangsters in the market. Your Excellency told us before leaving that we should work together to deal with this guy as soon as possible."
Hans did not follow Lothar. The royal knights he led had to fulfill their duty to protect the king in this battle.
Veneto was not included in the cavalry team led by Lothar because he was not good at riding.
"knew."
Veneto responded with half interest: "You always use adults to oppress me. Are you a child?"
Hans smiled and said nothing.
He is not a person with a strong personality to begin with, otherwise he would not be able to get along with a dog-tempered person like Veneto.
"Your Majesty, it seems that the enemy is going to attack our camp directly."
Raymond, who stayed in front of the king, wore plate armor and wrapped himself tightly.
The princes and nobles of the Middle Ages all had the tradition of personally leading troops in battles. Many kings and great nobles died in battle on horseback. At critical moments, both Raymond and Baldwin IV had to go into battle and fight.
"After all, it was Saladin who couldn't hold himself back first."
Baldwin IV had a confident smile on his face. No one could tell the direction of this war, but as far as the current situation of the Crusaders was concerned, being able to use the advantage of the camp to resist the enemy's charge already gave them an advantage. .
View from the sky.
The black-armored Saracen army slowly attacked the Crusaders' camp like a wave.
Dressed in golden armor, Saladin was surrounded by thousands of elite Kasagi guards. He looked far away at the Crusader cavalry on the opposite hillside, who had occupied favorable terrain in advance.
"Takidin, I leave my guard to you."
Takidin said solemnly: "My king, I promise you that the Franks' cavalry will not be allowed to appear on the enemy's side where they should not be."
"good!"
The melodious horn sounded.
At the rear of the Saracen army, four giant trebuchets originally used to attack the city were stripped of their hoods. The accuracy of this siege weapon was limited, but it could still exert its power against the stationary Crusade camp. .
"put!"
shouted General Saracen.
The polished cannonballs were immediately thrown out with a roar. With the scream, only one of the four boulders hit the Crusaders' camp. The cannonballs plowed through the ground, grinding out a piece of flesh and blood.
At this time, there was no ballistics to speak of. This kind of war machine, which took a lot of time to reload and had very limited accuracy, could only play a very limited role.
But it still dealt a huge blow to the morale of the Crusaders.
"The glory of the Father shines upon us, and Saint Michael is with us, Amen!"
"True Cross" (referring to the imitation version), the Archbishop of Tire, prayed loudly: "All pagan devils will disappear in this sacred place like ice melting and snow melting!"
The intention of the Saracens was obvious. A larger cavalry team faced off against the Crusaders' cavalry, and then relied on the Tyrannosaurus to attack the Crusaders' camp head-on. The subsequent infantry followed them to cover them up, which was quite the essence of the infantry-tank collaboration of later generations.
The crossbow bolts and arrows of the Crusaders hit these big guys, but they could not penetrate their strong scales and could only bounce away. As long as these giant beasts broke up the Crusaders' formation, the Saracen infantry would have an absolute advantage. .
"What do we do now?"
Jeanna, who was following Lothar, said, "Do you want me to lead a cavalry to take the enemy's retreat?"
Lothar looked at the Saracen cavalry on the opposite side, who was eyeing his own side. He shook his head and said: "The enemy is staring at us, soldiers against soldiers, against generals. Of course Fulin and the others can deal with these big guys."
"Dragon hunting crossbow, prepare!"
In the Crusaders camp, with the roar of Baron Godfrey, the ballista set up on the wall of the camp was aimed at the incoming Dire Rex. These big guys were very fast, but once they charged, it was extremely difficult to change direction. Disaster.
The sharp heavy crossbow carries the sound of whistling wind.
The arrowheads made of Demonic Gold made it easy for them to pierce into the body of the Tyrannosaurus. No matter how powerful these giant beasts were, three of the Tyrannosaurus fell to the ground in an instant.
The remaining Tyrannosaurus rexes have aroused their ferocious nature. They are not creatures like wizards that are full of magic power. The impact of the magic-blocking gold on them is smaller, which makes them still roar after being hit. Rush towards the camp.
boom--
The wooden wall was completely destroyed.
The soldiers riding on the dragon's saddle either bent their bows and set arrows, or threw spears and fire pots.
Toller was particularly arrogant. He didn't even wear a helmet, his face was covered with scales, and he took a throwing spear in his hand and immediately aimed at Ryan, who was wearing heavy armor.
Ryan suddenly felt his heart tightening. The enemy's terrifying pressure made him unable to even have the slightest desire to resist.
boom--
The spear was thrown.
But failed to hit Ryan.
"Knight Hans!"
He looked at Hans in bright plate armor standing in front of him with some surprise.
Hans didn't reply and looked at the man on the dragon's saddle.
The corners of Toller's mouth raised slightly: "We meet again."
boom--
The strong wind coming from behind made Toller subconsciously hide to the side, but the iron spear came very fast and hit Toller's shoulder in just an instant, knocking off all the armor plates on it. .
Veneto sneered: "I can deal with this kind of idiot by myself."
Hans frowned and said, "Don't forget your Lord's instructions."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead and rushed towards Thorle.
Veneto snorted coldly: "Don't steal people's heads, little brat."
Thorle, who was on the dragon's saddle, was already furious. He pulled out the throwing spear from his shoulder, ignoring the blood, flesh and bones stained on it, and his body quickly expanded to more than two meters high.
He actually used his half-dragon transformation without any scruples and rushed towards Veneto.