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

Attack! Attack!

In a hurry, the Mamluk leader shouted and raised his lance: Their retreat has been blocked, they are seeking death!

The holy fire burns forever, is supreme, and the time has come to wash away the shame!

The Mamluks wore pitch-black scale armor, raised their lances, and suddenly began to speed up in the charging posture they learned from the Franks.

In the sky, a huge black falcon overlooked the ground.

Silver-gray waves and black waves clashed fiercely in the canyon.

Otto was breathing heavily, and the face-covering helmet only exposed his eyes, leaving him no time to observe the surrounding situation.

As he passed by the first enemy, there was just a click, and the spear in his hand broke.

The spearhead was probably broken in the opponent's ribs.

Without any hesitation, he smoothly removed the armor-piercing hammer attached to the saddle, ducked to avoid the short javelin thrown by the enemy, and held up his kite shield to block the enemy's attack.

When he came into contact with the second enemy, he slammed the armor-breaking hammer on the opposite Mamluk's helmet with his backhand.

Dirty blood immediately splattered from the opponent's mouth and nose, and his horse fell to the ground.

A bunch of Saracen bastards, I can't beat Lothar, how can I beat you?

Otto couldn't help but feel a sense of elation in his heart. He had been beaten by Lothar during knight training since he was a child, but that didn't mean that he was a scribe who could only use a pen.

Keng——

The huge force from the iron gun thrust out from the opposite side almost knocked Otto off his horse. He could even hear the sound of metal deforming, and the gun head broke and was embedded in his abdominal armor.

boom--

Ulm, holding a war hammer in his hand, passed in front of him and easily knocked an enemy to the ground.

Although Zahn's Mamluks were considered elite, they could not compare with Saladin or even Zahir's Mamluks. In terms of personal combat skills, they were completely crushed.

boom--

Something unknown hit Otto on the back of the head. The loud bang from the iron helmet made his head buzz, but the horse continued to charge forward, carrying him forward.

Finally, the vision suddenly became clear.

The number of enemies was not that large, and he had successfully penetrated the opponent's formation.

Otto's chest was panting heavily, and the sweat lining the silk shirt was completely soaked. However, he did not dare to take off his helmet for fear of being shot through the back of the head with an arrow from the enemy.

Run to a very far place.

Only then did he stop.

Looking back, the hussars were following him in embarrassment. Some of them only had their feathers cut off on their backs, and the armor on each of them was scarred and dented.

There was even a short-handled ax embedded in the gap in the shoulder armor of a hussar.

The hussar took off his axe, and blood spurted out immediately, making him grimace in pain.

Ulm reined in the reins and shouted: No one rushed out.

Fast-legged Robert, Little John, and Jackson.

The hussars talked in various directions, their expressions were a little sad.

There were so many enemies that it was impossible for them to turn back and rescue their companions.

Ulm breathed a sigh of relief.

Only three people were lost, which was already the best result.

If they were in an open area and were shot by this group of Mamluks armed with riding bows and killed their mounts, they would definitely be defeated.

They died for justice and righteousness, and Heavenly Father will bless them and ascend to heaven.

Ulm said without hesitation: Now, the enemy has been delayed by us, retreat immediately and return to the nearest fortress!

A group of winged cavalry continued to run towards the other end of the canyon.

The Mamluk leader looked angrily at the wounded and corpses falling to the ground one by one.

Some of them just broke their legs, or were knocked off their horses. The Mamluks who were trampled by their horses were holding back the severe pain and letting out bursts of wailing.

He looked at the retreating hussars with hatred on his face. It was clear that it was impossible to pursue him at this time.

He ordered: Look at how many corpses they left behind.

After a while, a Mamluk came forward and whispered: Faris, only one of them died, the other two were knocked unconscious and fell off their horses.

In other words, we killed and injured more than a dozen people, and only one person from the opposite side was replaced?

The leader's face became increasingly ugly, as if he had been slapped hard on the face.

Don't hurt their lives, this is our trophy.

At this time, the sound of intensive horse hooves sounded.

Another Mamluk cavalry group that was sandwiched between them rushed to the battlefield at this time. Looking at the mess on the ground, they were silent for a while.

Chasing ten enemies with fifty, not only did he fail to catch them, but he was immediately and severely beaten by the enemies.

This is simply a disgrace.

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on the hill.

Zain listened to the leader’s shameful report, but his face showed little dissatisfaction.

He even felt a little taken for granted.

After all, that day in Alandre, the hussars led by Jeanne enjoyed her halo bonus and were much stronger than the hussars led by Ulm.

He helped up the Mamluk leader who was kneeling on the ground: It's not your fault. I heard that some Bedouin tribesmen can gain more power by getting tattoos on their bodies.

These Frankish barbarians have evil wizards, and their cavalry are naturally infused with evil power. It is already a great achievement that you can capture two people alive.

Take them back, let the doctors treat their wounds, and entertain them well. It would be great if you could find out the secret to training them.

The Mamluk leader was slightly startled and respectfully accepted the order.

He was surprised by the transformation of his master, from being greedy, short-sighted, irritable and irritable to now being approachable and broad-minded, it was like a completely different person.

If you can continue like this, even if we don't regain the lost ground, we will definitely be able to rebuild our foundation, right?

The leader thought so.

Port Ella.

Jeanne strode into the room with her sword in hand.

Looking at Lothar sleeping drowsily on the bed, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: Why are you still asleep?

Prajna said calmly: My lord said that you will be appointed as the chief knight of Ella Port. All military affairs will be left to you alone. There is no need to ask him for instructions.

Jeanne rolled her eyes: I know, but today is different from the past. The adults now have the most powerful group attack spell among us.

If the enemy forms a dense square formation and a dragon's breath sweeps across, the power will be even more terrifying than the artillery of our era.

Prajna asked: How many enemies have come? If a large army is approaching, and the enemy's baggage, siege engines, light and heavy infantry are all available, we don't know how much time it will take on the road, but this little effort is not enough.

If it's just a small group of enemies, you can deal with them yourself. There's no need to wake up the adults.

Jeanne couldn't help but look sideways.

What this ghost girl said seems to make sense.

Coors stood aside and made a suggestion very respectfully: Ms. Jeanne, I remember that adults have always been looking forward to that neighbor taking the initiative to start a fight.

Jeanne frowned with a heroic eyebrow: So, do you want to show weakness to the enemy?

But do the civilians on the border have to give up like this?

Kors whispered: This is where our ministers should help you solve your problems.

Oh, a vampire, it's just a vampire after all.

Jeanne snorted coldly.

Kors looked at her expressionlessly and stopped talking.

Fringilla was a little angry: Kors also has good intentions.

Jeanne said coldly: But his good intentions violated my creed.

Give me the order to immediately gather all the winged cavalry and set off with me. The Black Eagle Standard and the Earl's Guard are temporarily prepared to defend the city. Once they are called up, except for leaving a centurion to garrison with the help of Siegfried Tower Outside the city wall, all the remaining people set off under the leadership of Knight Hans.

Hans frowned and said: Is it too few peasant soldiers to leave only one hundred troops?

At the very least, the count's personal guards should be left in Port Ella, right?

There are militiamen in Ella Port. If there is a large group of enemies making a sneak attack, it will be enough to recruit them to defend the city. If it is just a small group of enemies, it will be enough with you.

Jeanne looked solemn, wearing black dragon scale armor and a gray cloak flying. She nodded slightly to Prajna and Fringilla: The safety of my lord will be left to you two.

Then, he left without looking back.