In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

The city of Alandreau.

Jeanne was fully armed, holding the sword on her waist, and stood side by side with Hans.

Your Majesty expected it well. This Zahn Aladdin really can't hold himself back.

They're outnumbered.

Hans frowned.

Below the city are rolling siege camps.

After receiving assistance from his brother, Zahn took advantage of Lothar's departure from Alandre and assembled an army of three thousand troops to attack the city of Alandre.

Now the construction of siege camps has begun.

Two siege towers, an old counterweight trebuchet, and a battering ram are being assembled in the siege camp by a team of craftsmen.

The source of the wood is the woodland near Alandele City.

As a defender, they would often fortify the wall and clear the field, or even burn the forest near Alandele City with fire - but Jeanne didn't know what to consider and did not do so.

The scene in the movie where the ants carry ladders and attack the city rarely happens in real sieges.

As for the siege side, if they have sufficient siege equipment, the losses in the siege battle may not be much greater than that of the defender, and the exchange ratio between the two can even be equal.

This made Hans couldn't help but feel a drum in his heart, thinking that the next step would be an extremely brutal offensive and defensive battle.

Your Excellency returned Ms. Eleanor to Leonard. He didn't want to bring troops to support her and repay your kindness.

Even if he is willing, the adults will not be happy to accept it.

The corner of Jeanna's mouth raised slightly: This is a battle to establish power in Hebron. Not only must we win, but we must also win beautifully, and win so that all the vassals will be convinced.

Hans was silent for a while and asked: So what should we do? Miss Fringilla followed the adults. We no longer have the ability to attack at night.

I don't plan to conduct any more night raids.

Jeanne patted Hans on the shoulder.

Hans was speechless for a while. You want to take pictures too?

Hans, let me teach you a lesson. As a commander, you should never treat your enemy as a fool - at least that Tarik is a smart man.

Hans was silent for a while and then said, I understand.

Night attack is indeed a versatile method. Even if the enemy knows it in advance, it will be difficult to deal with it, but it is difficult, which does not mean it is impossible.

For example, the Zoroastrian Cult has the means to control fire. It is not completely impossible to set up traps in advance and surround enemies who attack at night.

Let's fight this battle head-on.

Jeanne held out a finger confidently: That's it, crush them head-on, just three thousand people, just crush them!

Jeanne is waiting.

When the elites among the enemies, such as the Mamluks, dismounted and mixed with the militiamen who were cutting down trees and building siege equipment.

Hans had doubts: But there are too many enemies.

Lothar's family background is still very thin, but he cannot withstand such a tough battle.

With fewer enemies, we must learn to drive them away.

Drive the sheep to devour the wolves, do you understand?

Jeanne said this sentence without any end, and then dropped the sentence Get ready to attack!

Then the city descended into a storm.

I've only heard of driving away tigers and devouring wolves.

Hans followed quickly.

Jeanne has not received any systematic strategic education. She is the kind of battlefield master who is chased by God to feed her.

In terms of strategy, she may not be that outstanding, but in terms of tactics, she is unmatched by anyone Lothar has ever seen.

This is very rare for many generals. The mediocre people all know when to attack based on the knowledge in the books.

But when you are actually on the battlefield, this word timing becomes extremely difficult to grasp.

The city gate of Alandre was slowly opened as the peasants and soldiers pushed the winch.

Jeanna pulled down her mask, raised the holy spear in her hand, and shouted: In the name of Hebron, in the name of Lothar, in the name of Heavenly Father, charge!

Hans soon realized what the tactic of driving the sheep to devour the wolves was.

There are only more than fifty hussars and command knights in total. Most of those command knights were promoted by Lothar based on their merits on previous battlefields.

But these fifty or so armored cavalrymen, at this moment, displayed an overwhelming momentum.

Looking down from the sky.

Holding the holy spear high and wearing silver armor, Jeanne looked like a Valkyrie.

The double-headed eagle flag flutters in the wind.

The sudden appearance of the Crusader cavalry made Zain, who had never expected that the enemy dared to take the initiative, be pleasantly surprised for a moment.

That's great. These brainless Frankish barbarians, whose combined strength is less than one-third of my military strength, actually dare to leave the city wall and attack on their own initiative!

Tariq hurriedly said: Brother-in-law, be careful of fraud.

Where's the trick? It's just a few dozen Crusader cavalry. Let the soldiers prepare to stop the magic golden arrows. Even if there is an evil witch hidden among them, I will make sure they never come back!

Zain urged Tariq to lead the troops to fight, feeling ecstatic in his heart.

It seems that the time I chose when Lothar was away was definitely a very wise choice!

Without the talented general Lothar, this group of Franks would be nothing more than that!

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly.

The flying double-headed eagle flag and the armored cavalry like a mobile fortress were running wildly on the ground, raising smoke and dust that covered the sky.

The peasants and soldiers who were recruited immediately fell into chaos.

They were not peasant soldiers under Lothar. They had undergone simple queue training, had good food and drink every day, and had been taught martial arts by the knights.

These Saracen peasants and soldiers were all sallow and thin, and they often only had a spear and a simple shield made of wooden boards in their hands, let alone armor.

Even so, they had many things that they did not hold in their hands.

They were all using tools such as axes and hammers to cut down trees and build camps and siege equipment.

Facing the impact of Jeanna's cavalry, they dispersed like a flock of sheep, unable to even think of resisting.

Shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow!

The Saracen light infantry commander roared, not caring about the peasant soldiers who were trampled under the hooves of the Crusader cavalry.

But the armor itself is extremely sophisticated, and with the double blessing of Hans and Jeanne, the Crusader cavalry did not pay attention to the rain of arrows from these Saracen archers at all.

He continued to drive away the fleeing peasants and soldiers.

Follow my flag!

Don't fall behind!

Jeanne shouted and led the team to turn.

The hussars and edict knights are not only more elite than most knights in this era, but more importantly, they are extremely well organized.

He will not charge on his own like the undisciplined Crusader Knights and will not obey orders.

Hans watched as the fleeing peasant soldiers scattered a group of Saracen infantry wearing scale armor and holding swords and shields, and he felt a hint of surprise in his heart.

It turns out that this is driving sheep to devour wolves.

Jeanne constantly led the team to attack back and forth in the enemy's camp. She was like a skilled shepherd, driving the sheep to move forward according to her own will.

Faced with the difficult situation in front of him, Tariq was sweating profusely. He kept urging the Mamluks under his command not to worry about the friendly troops blocking the road, and tried to rush forward and entangle the Crusader cavalry.

Quickly, faster, get out of my way and don't block the road!

Tariq gritted his teeth. As long as the Mamluks he led entangled the enemy, the friendly infantry that came with follow-up support would be able to drown this difficult group of enemies like a tide.

But how could Jeanne not know the truth that Tarik knew?

The hussars and order knights she led seemed to be able to discern all of Tarik's intentions. They were like slippery fish, running freely through the enemy camp.

The flames ignited the piled timber and baggage.

The frightened pack animals even ran away like crazy in the camp.

The number of enemies who trampled each other to death was definitely far more than the number of enemies killed by Jeanne and her cavalry with lances and swords.

finally.

The crusaders retreated.

They arrogantly made a mess of the camp and returned to the city almost unscathed.

Watching this scene, Zain felt that his heart was bleeding. He wished he could bang his head against the wall like Octavian and shout out the famous saying - Valus, give me back my legion!

Tariq was cleaning up the mess as if he were mourning for his heir. Looking at this scene of mourning people everywhere, he felt despair for a moment.

But what Zain didn't expect even more was that Jeanne had no intention of letting them go just like that.

The winged cavalry and the knights of the order who returned to the city immediately changed their horses under the service of the peasants and soldiers.

Rest where you are, remember to follow military regulations and drink salt water in small sips.

Jeanne seemed to be tireless, walking around among the sweaty knights.

Time is limited, and we cannot let go of those infidels who have been frightened to death.

She shouted energetically and kept patting the shoulders of the knights under her command:

Master Lothar and I have never doubted that we can win. Simply repelling the enemy's attack is not worthy of our pride at all.

We must defeat the enemy severely, kill them so that they are terrified, and make the name of the Hussars and the Knights of the Order resound throughout the Levant!

Both the winged cavalry and the order knights, as well as the peasants and soldiers who had never changed jobs through the system, all understood Jeanne's infinite personality charm.

Her self-confidence, like a natural commander, makes people feel the urge to serve her to the death.