Chapter 426 Lothar’s Speech

A group of vultures hovered on the edge of the battlefield. They neither dared to approach the large number of falcons, nor did they want to miss the feast.

"A lot of people are going to die today."

Ivan raised his head and looked at the group of vultures, and said casually: "Are you scared, Fulk?"

"Yes, I'm afraid, Ivan."

Baron Fulk said frankly, his fingers holding the lance trembling, he thought he could take advantage of the chaos on the battlefield to escape.

But it was only on the battlefield that Fulk realized his naivety.

On the hillside in front of him, the densely packed flags and crosses of various colors all proved to him the large number of Crusader cavalry.

Around him, heavily armored heavy cavalry and light-armored horse archers were like a black wave that enveloped them.

This is a large-scale battle that has never been seen since the Battle of Poitiers (the Franks and Iberian Arabs in Langidoc) in the Aquitaine region adjacent to the Pyrenees. Fulk's vision of war.

The number of cavalry deployed by both sides was estimated to be close to 30,000.

In a war of this scale, he was like a fallen leaf drifting with the tide, and could only be dragged into the ranks of his brothers - whether he was alive or dead, it didn't seem to be a good ending.

Fulk tried to cross himself, but his raised hand paused and then dropped again.

He murmured under his breath: "Heavenly Father will not bless me."

“I thought I would be saved in Jerusalem.”

He smiled bitterly, regretting why he didn't just die in the battle with the pirates. At least he wouldn't be reduced to joining the pagans and fighting swords against the Christian brothers.

Ivan patted Fulk on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid, you just need to charge with me."

"Listen to me, boys!"

Ivan rode up to his team: "I know that many of you are dissatisfied, but it's time to stop here. This is the best time to make achievements. According to the teachings, King Saladin will use this A third of the spoils of war were given to us, and land, wealth, and official positions were set before us.”

"What you should do now is follow me, your master, and take everything that should belong to us!"

"Not for anyone but ourselves!"

"call!"

"call!"

The cavalrymen under Ivan shouted.

"Takidin, you have a good subordinate."

Saladin, who was looking over here from a distance, looked at this scene with a smile.

Takidin smiled bitterly and said: "Yes, he is very good, but because of the rumors of the 'evil man-eating beast', he has not been happy with me recently."

"Rumors are just rumors after all."

Saladin shook his head.

Victory will suppress all problems.

Opposite, the Crusaders' camp gates and stronghold walls were already burning with blazing fire, and the billowing smoke obscured Saladin's sight. This prevented him from immediately realizing that the group of ferocious dragons he originally relied on had been killed and injured. .

In the infantry battle, our side was at a disadvantage.

The balance of war has begun to tilt.

…

Take it!

The sharp arrow pierced the eyeball of a Tyrannosaurus, causing the ferocious beast, which had already had a big hole poked in its stomach by the crossbow, to become ferocious. It ignored the instructions of the driver on the dragon's saddle and began to rampage.

The attacker, a woodland archer who had been lying in wait for a long time, fired the arrow and ran away.

These light infantry are highly mobile, and their good training and food have long since made up for their physical strength. Although they are still unable to compare with the genuine woodland elf archers, the longbows in their hands still become Sara A nightmare in the eyes of forest soldiers.

The ferocious Dire Rex charged wildly without distinguishing between friend and foe. After knocking away the row of Crusaders in front, it turned around and rushed towards its own military formation behind it. The driver on the dragon's saddle had no choice but to take out a big gun and shoot at it. The quasi-Tyrannosaurus stabbed down on its vitals.

Toller's situation wasn't much better at this point.

Although he is a dragon-born warrior created by Master Shemeier himself and possesses otherworldly power. Even the magic-blocking gold weapon can hardly cause much harm to him, but his opponents are two people.

Even though neither Hans nor Veneto used the most powerful werewolf transformation of a pure-blood werewolf, they still beat him back.

boom--

Toller was grabbed by Veneto around the waist and knocked away.

"You bunch of bastards!"

Toller was already doubting life. The enemy in front of him had obviously suffered many heavy blows from him. How come he not only did not become weak, but became more courageous as he fought?

Could he be a berserker from Scandinavian legend?

Toller screamed in his heart, but his hands did not stop at all. Two bone spurs protruded from his elbows, and they stabbed Veneto hard at the waist.

The sharp bone spurs easily pierced the plate armor Veneto was wearing, but after being severely injured, Veneto's eyes were red, and the strength in his hands seemed to have increased tenfold in an instant. He was actually holding Thorle, He leaned back and "planted" his head to the ground.

Rao is of the bloodline of Torle Dragonborn and has extraordinary vitality. This blow also broke his neck bone and his brain instantly went into chaos.

Hans took advantage of the situation to attack, and with half the sword in his hand, he used all his strength to slash at his neck.

boom--

Bones are broken and heads fall.

Hans raised Thorle's ferocious dragon-shaped head high, letting the blood flowing from the broken neck dye his helmet and shirt red, and roared loudly: "The evil beast raised by Saladin is dead, Christ Warriors, drive the infidels from our camp!”

Roar!

The Varangian guards surrounding Hans roared. They raised their axes with both hands, like the Viking warriors who rushed from the forest and frozen soil in the winter land, towards the retreating Sasha. Larson infantry rushed forward.

The battle ax split the enemy's shield right down the middle.

The enemy behind thrust out their spears, but they could do nothing to the Varangian Guards, who were wearing multiple layers of heavy armor.

There were two hundred and fifty of them, and they were acting as elite picks at this time. They were like sharp knives. They were clearly infantry, but they exerted the effect of cavalry charging into the formation, cutting into the Saracens' formation. Torn apart.

A bloody spear penetrated the head of a ferocious dragon.

Fringilla stepped on the head of the dead Tyrannosaurus with a look of arrogance on her face, with contempt on her face: "It's just that an enemy of this level is really demoralizing."

Coors' voice sounded from her shadow: "Miss, don't delay. Using the blood of these dead, we must set up a large formation as soon as possible. No one knows when the enemy's spellcaster will take action."

"Okay, got it."

Fringilla rolled her eyes impatiently: "Why do I, the noble princess of the Tepes family, always have to do the same hard work as Hans?"

…

The coat of arms on Lothar's chest suddenly became hot. Instead of connecting to the communication, he directly activated the eclipse on his crotch and came to the front of the cavalry under his command.

The tall and burly Eclipse makes Delosa even more heroic.

"Soldiers, knights, monks and knights - a month ago, we might have been plowing in the wheat fields, drinking in the tavern, playing cards in the shade of the trees, and falling asleep in the mill in the afternoon."

"But now, we are on the battlefield, fighting against a pagan army that outnumbers us and raises dragons."

The approaching hussars looked slightly moved.

Listening to Lothar's description, they did recall the leisurely life they once had. Compared with now, it seems as if a century has passed.

"Do we still have a way out?"

“Let the armies of the infidels burn our houses, trample our fields, and slaughter our brothers?”

"Watching the dragon flying overhead, leaving behind scorched earth and devastation?"

"Or do you mean to kneel down in humiliation and beg for mercy from the pagans, and be sold into slavery, just to survive for a while?"

Lothar's voice rose and became more impassioned: "No, we have no way to retreat."

"The home we rely on for a living, our beautiful wife, and our lovely children are behind us."

"Today, we fight side by side regardless of high or low. We all have only one identity. We are Christian warriors who protect the kingdom and the Holy Land."

"Perhaps many people will die, but these people are lucky, because when they wake up, they will see a heaven flowing with milk and honey!"

"Those who survive are also lucky."

"For history will remember us, bards will praise us, and we will receive supreme glory."

"I believe that when the news of our victory in this war reaches those knights, lords, and even kings who have been reluctant to leave in Europe, they will all feel regret and shame for their inaction."

Lothar's voice paused, and then he let out a somewhat off-key shout at the top of his lungs.

"In the name of God!"

Roar!

The knights surrounding Lothar shouted.

The battlefield was so chaotic that no matter how loud Lothar's voice was, it was impossible to reach everyone's ears, but the voice was like a wave, quickly spreading to every corner of this huge cavalry team.

Jeanne teased in a low voice: "Maybe next time you can ask Fulin to cast an amplification spell for you."

"I have messengers who will deliver my speech."

Lothar said again: "Jeanna, do you still remember when we fought side by side?"

Jeanne smiled and said: "Of course, I promise you that my Sun King, Joan of Arc, will dedicate victory to you again."

"as always?"

"as always."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Jeanne broke away from the team in front of Lothar, led a small group of winged cavalry, and ran to the side - she would be responsible for commanding another group of cavalry, supporting each other with Lothar, and maximizing the role of the cavalry charge.

Lothar looked at Prajna next to her again. Her eyes were still clear and calm, giving people a sense of strength that there was no need to be nervous even if the sky fell.

"Prajna."

"Um?"

"You look so beautiful today."

"?"

Regardless of Prajna's confused look, Losara took off the mask of his helmet and raised the lance in his hand - it was the lance used by Hans: "Winged Cavalry, charge with me!"

"call!"

Accompanied by shouts.

Iron hoofs trample the earth.

The wings are flying, and the flags are like a forest.

The flags were passed down layer by layer, and the large-scale cavalry began to follow the flags of commanders at all levels, forming several large-scale cavalry formations, and rushed towards the Saracen cavalry in scattered directions.

Go straight to where Saladin's army is.