Chapter 428 Avengers

At this time, in the open space between the two army camps.

Two large cavalry teams have entered the stage of close combat.

flail, mace, armed sword, mace

Riding on mounts covered with various horse clothing, the Crusader cavalry brandished a variety of secondary weapons and launched a life-and-death fight with the enemy.

At this time, the role of plate armor is perfectly reflected.

In order to restrain the heavy chain armor commonly used in this era, whether it was Frank knights or Saracen cavalry, most of the secondary weapons equipped were blunt weapons. Under the attack of such weapons, chain mail could only ensure that the soldiers died relatively quickly. whole.

But plate armor is different. Plate armor with a lining as a buffer not only has excellent flexibility and defense, but its ability to withstand blunt blows is far beyond what chain armor and scale armor can match.

Countless Mamluks, who were skilled in martial arts, fell slumped under the hammer of the Crusader knights.

Fulk narrowly avoided a mace from the "Christian Brothers" in front of him.

He knew very well that if he was hit by such a vicious weapon, it would not be as simple as a bruise.

He raised the straight sword in his hand and parried the enemy's sword. He felt a sense of sadness in his heart. In this kind of melee, how could he explain his identity clearly? With the strong Saracen-style armor on his body, They can only be regarded as enemies by the Crusaders.

The enemy's attacks are heavier than the last.

Fulk lost the opportunity, and now even parrying became extremely difficult.

At this time, the "enemy" in front of him suddenly dropped his mount. Looking back, he realized that it was Ivan who took some time out of his busy schedule to pierce the "front armor" of the enemy's mount with a javelin. Only then did he save the enemy. own.

This time, Fulk seemed to be awakened.

He realized that in this life-and-death battlefield, there was no need to consider anything superfluous - nothing was more important than surviving!

The iron spear swept across.

This weapon made of meteorite iron, in the hands of Lothar, exerted a terrifying combat power that was not inferior to Hans.

It was as if the brave general who frequently used weapons weighing hundreds of kilograms in the novel had come to reality.

Lothar completely used this iron spear as an iron rod. The huge strength in his hands did not take into account the endurance of the mount under his crotch. With one sweep, he could smash the bones of an enemy wearing heavy armor. Broken ribs.

Due to the eye-catching nature of his armor, there are countless enemies besieging him, but with the Prajna Guards on the list, he only needs to consider the defense on the other side, and almost no enemies are his enemies.

The two of them charged all the way, and even Lothar didn't know how many enemies died tragically under his iron spear.

When Lothar was covered in blood and cut through the enemy's formation, he suddenly saw Saladin, who was guarded by layers of black-armored knights. The opponent was wearing golden armor and had a majestic eagle standing on his shoulders.

At this time, the other party was waving to him with a smile, as if he was welcoming him as a guest, and also seemed to be mocking him. Although the distance was so close, he could never cross the natural chasm.

Lothar took a deep breath, then turned his horse back again. He led more than ten winged cavalry who had followed him all the way and charged again towards the enemy's back.

He did not rush towards Saladin rashly, his intuition told him that there was an extremely terrifying danger lurking there.

Until now, Saladin's spellcasters and the giant dragon have not taken action. Lothar knows very well that they are still dormant, like the common rattlesnakes in the desert, integrated with the yellow sand, ready to spit out deadly venom at any time. .

The smile on Saladin's face was a little stiff.

He murmured in a low voice: "How many years has it been?"

How many years has it been since you felt fear?

He was a little confused. Was he really old?

Not only Saladin, but Mudrij, who was not far away, suddenly said to Shemail beside him: "Even I feel fear. Do you know what kind of spell that is?"

Schemail was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Mudriji, who had always been taciturn, would take the initiative to talk to him.

He shook his head and said: "I don't know, if it is a mass fear technique, it is impossible that even you and I will be affected. The power of my Karelian fire dragon is not as breathtaking as his - maybe he is something Descendants of the evil god?"

Mudriji was silent for a moment and said: "It's time for you to take action. At least let your dragon partner attack the enemy's camp first, so that you can see what trump cards the Franks' spell casters have."

Master Shemaier thought for a while and nodded: "There seems to be no better choice. Mr. Mudriji, I and my dragon companions will launch an attack on the enemy camp. Lothar will be left to you. "

Mudriji frowned and said: "You have to go with it. As an advanced dragon, the Karelian Fire Dragon is fully capable of fighting independently."

Shemaier shook his head and said: "But after all, he does not have the flexible brain of human spellcasters, nor the ever-changing methods of ours - Master Mudriji, 'he' is my best friend, not my pet, I care about it very much His safety.”

Mudriji's expression was not very good, and he replied coldly: "It's up to you."

Then he stopped talking.

On the high ground watching the battle.

Prince Zaheer, who led hundreds of cavalry under his command, looked at the unstoppable figure in the distance covered in blood and looking like an unstoppable demon, and gritted his teeth - that man was the main culprit for his fall into this situation.

He is stronger, and the minions under his command are more numerous and more elite than before when they fought.

Could it be that I could never defeat this nightmare in my heart and wash away the shame?

Prince Zahir's heart was full of despair. The man he regarded as his old enemy was now a powerful man with tens of thousands of troops under his command. Not only did he fail to take back the territory of Aleppo, he only had a few hundred men left under his command. A famous cavalryman.

How can you be reconciled to such a situation?

"Your Highness, my king calls you over."

The tall Nubian slave came trotting all the way to report.

Zahir recognized him as his father's most trusted palace eunuch.

"Ah, oh, okay."

Zahir was caught off guard and couldn't believe it. Since that failure, Saladin had almost never summoned him again. Many people took this as a signal that he was completely excluded from the throne.

Now, he only has one Mamluk guard loyal to him, but because there is no fiefdom, even this few hundred cavalry are struggling to maintain.

Zahir followed the eunuch to Saladin and said with some confusion: "Father."

"Do you have a mission for me?"

Saladin nodded slightly: "Zahir, I want you to command the remaining Kasaji guards."

The total number of Saladin's Khasaji guards reached tens of thousands, but not all of them were brought to the battlefield.

The reason is the same as the order knights under Lothar who stayed in the territory.

As the king's royal guards, the Mamluks, many members of the Kasaji Guards held important positions in the Ayyubid dynasty, even as frontier officials. This is why the Mamluks are called the "class disguised as an army."

Because they were born as slaves, they were trained in a closed manner by the monarch since childhood and were not closely involved with the local princes and nobles. Being released as officials could greatly reduce the risk of enemy rebellion.

It can be compared to the eunuchs of the Eastern Empire, except that they have not been castrated.

In addition, Saladin dispatched three thousand-strong Kasaji Guards to Takidin's command, and there were only less than 5,000 Kasaji Guards left under his command.

Zahir was stunned for a moment, and for a moment he even doubted whether he was hallucinating: "Are you serious?"

Saladin's voice was gentle. He held Zahir's shoulders and said with a smile, "Of course, my son."

Zahir raised his head and looked at his father who was in his late fifties in front of him. He was indeed old, his beard was a little gray, and his face was full of wrinkles. It had been many years since he had taken a serious look at his father's appearance. ?

Saladin was still talking, his eyes full of love: "In addition to my guards, I will also send two thousand Nubian light cavalry to your disposal. Zahir, you were defeated by Lothar. This time, Don’t let me down, be sure to contain the charging momentum of the Frank cavalry and cut them off in half!”

The Nubian light cavalry refers to the light javelin cavalry sent by the lords who surrendered to Saladin in the Nubian region south of Egypt. Their combat effectiveness can only be said to be better than nothing.

Zahir said without hesitation: "Father, I will do my best until death!"

"Son, after this battle, I will leave Aleppo and northern Syria to you."

Saladin looked solemn. In fact, he had already considered his posthumous affairs. Damascus and the southern region were handed over to his eldest son, Egypt to his second son Aziz, and Aleppo and northern Syria to his third son.

If the Holy Land can be recovered, the Holy Land will naturally be handed over to his brother Adil.

"Thank you father."

Zahir's face was filled with surprise. He had had enough of living without a fixed place. A prince without a territory would not get any respect.

He stood up, bowed respectfully to Saladin, then under Saladin's gaze, got on his horse and went to take over the army sent to him by Saladin.

Looking at his son's back.

Saladin sighed.

Under the pressure of the enemy, he was forced to send his elite reserve team to the battlefield.

And the number of reserves in his hands is constantly decreasing, and cards are being played out one after another. Is it possible that in the end, he really has to count on those "Mutavia" (volunteers, referring to militiamen who voluntarily participate in jihad) to reverse the situation? War situation?

"Shemel, Mudriji, when will you two take action?"