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

the weather is nice today.

The weather is clear and clear.

Turiados wore a set of gleaming golden scales, with an orange cloak fluttering in the wind behind his back.

At this time, he was wearing a long sword on his waist, standing on the hillside, overlooking the Crusader camp below.

Behind him were nearly four hundred light and heavy cavalry, arranged in a loose formation.

Most of them wear silk robes, a layer of mail, scales, and zamail, and face-covered mail helmets.

In the shadow of the hillside, more than two thousand light and heavy infantry soldiers were summoned and were ready.

Time was short, and he was able to recruit so many people to help in the battle in such a short period of time, thanks also to Isaac's great achievements in riding the black dragon and defeating the imperial fleet.

This greatly shocked those wallflowers.

The captain of the guard whispered: Sir, they must have eaten, why don't they seem to be doing nothing?

This hill is still too far away from the Crusaders' camp. From such a distance, it is difficult to see clearly what is happening in the camp.

If it was close enough to the hill, Lothar wouldn't be able to set up camp here.

Because this is likely to cause the enemy to attack from a high position.

Turiados thought for a moment and then ordered: Send a scout to visit the camp opposite to explore the Franks' true identity.

I see.

The captain of the guard immediately selected the cavalryman who usually had the least dealings with him among the cavalrymen.

The cavalry's expression changed slightly, and they did not dare to disobey the order. They urged their mounts to fly towards the Crusaders' camp.

I am the envoy of Lord Turiados.

He got a little closer, reined in his mount, and shouted loudly: Please don't let go of the arrows. I have important military matters to discuss with your Earl.

Whoosh——

The words just fell.

A sharp arrow penetrated his eye socket.

The cavalry fell off their horses.

Turiados on the hillside was not surprised but overjoyed. He clenched his fist and waved it excitedly: They have eaten. Even if the third shift eats breakfast backwards, the enemy will still have at least 30% of the soldiers. Unable to fight!

The logic is simple.

Shooting the messenger he sent out meant that the Crusaders had discovered their poisoning.

What Turiados administered was not a highly poisonous drug, but a laxative that was slow to take effect, but once it took effect, it would cause a catastrophic effect.

The taste is very light and does no harm to the body. It can even be said to be a good medicine for constipation.

Except for some local herbalists in Cyprus, it is almost impossible to tell.

The whole army is ready!

Turiados shouted at the top of his lungs.

The drums began to beat.

The desolate sound of horns caused the soldiers who were originally hidden in the shadow of the hillside to come to the hillside and reveal their figures.

They formed a formation and slowly approached the enemy's camp down the hillside.

There's so much movement here.

The Crusaders' camp was as quiet as if everyone was dead, which gave Turiados an ominous premonition in his heart.

Did the enemy escape?

The guard captain said quickly: Impossible, the scouts I sent have been keeping an eye on them, unless they can burrow into the ground like rats!

Turiados was suspicious, but no matter how he calculated it, his side had the advantage.

March!

The infantry phalanx slowly began to advance.

The archers under Turiados, together with the light infantry in the team, came to the front of the team, lit their flaming arrows, and prepared to shoot at the Crusader camp.

At this moment, twenty woodland shooters suddenly jumped out of the wooden wall of the Crusader camp.

With the blessing of the group blood waterfall, they easily drew the hundred-pound bow and aimed at the enemy's cavalry at the front.

boom--

The bowstring crackled.

The powerful and heavy arrow easily penetrated the enemy's scale armor.

Some of the arrows even passed through the horse's belly, pierced the wooden saddle one after another, and shot into the body of the knight on its back.

People neigh and horses neigh.

These twenty arrows were almost always missed.

It is conceivable that if the woodland shooters are fully equipped, reaching a light infantry phalanx of 125 people.

In this round, the enemy's charging momentum will be crushed.

boom--

The wooden wall was pulled down with ropes by the Crusaders behind, revealing the neatly arranged Crusaders cavalry behind.

They wore face-covered mail helmets.

Wearing a uniform white robe with black cross.

The mount is equipped with Saracen-style horse armor.

The men, horses and equipment looked like a torrent of steel ready to go.

The flag flutters with a double-headed eagle and a black cross on a white background.

The hearts of every Greek soldier who saw this scene couldn't help but tremble.

The Crusader knights fought side by side with their squires. Their formation was so close that the knees of two adjacent people could even touch each other.

They were not arranged in Lothar's usual wedge formation, but in two columns.

Of course, this has the advantage of having a stronger impact and a more powerful killing effect on the enemy.

The disadvantage is that one's own losses are likely to be quite huge.

“Hold your heads high, knights favored by the Virgin Mary and Saint Lazarus.”

The Earl, wearing a black cloak with a dragon head painted on it, came to the front of the team with a knight's sword held high in his hand.

Not many impassioned lectures.

Lothar passed quickly in front of the formation. The knight's sword in his hand collided with the lances of the knights and attendants, making a clanging sound.

This is the tradition of this era.

Collision with the coach's weapon means the good fortune of getting Lothar, the legendary person favored by God.

After one lap, he stopped.

He took the lance from Prajna's hand and pointed the tip of the sword far ahead.

“In the name of our Heavenly Father.”

Crush them!

The shouting started.

Crush them.

Amidst the shouts of the mountains and the tsunami, the originally stationary knights began to slowly control their mounts in a relaxed and freehand manner, trotting forward.

This is to conserve power.

Lothar, Prajna and Jeanne rushed to the front of the team.

The closer they are to the enemy, the faster the knights move. The closed visors prevent them from seeing the rain of arrows and the forest of spears in front of them.

All he could hear was the crackling in his ears, the sound of stones and arrows hitting.

quick!

Faster!

Enter the enemy camp!

Crush these perfidious Greeks!

The knights were breathing rapidly, and the horses under their crotches were moving faster and faster.

When they could clearly see the panicked faces of the enemies in front of them.

Swish——

They lowered their lances, iris fluttered in the air, and the entire cavalry, like a turbulent torrent, suddenly crashed into the enemy's formation.

Screams.

The sound of metal clashing.

The sound of war horses neighing.

Everlasting.

Turiados's army felt as if they were caught in a storm.

In sight, there are knights who are fully armed and look like little giants everywhere.

They were wreaking havoc, brandishing flails, maces, and war hammers, trampling on their own positions at will, and killing the infantry who were hiding in embarrassment.

I do not know how long it has been.

When the enemy penetrated their own army formation like this, these Greeks just felt lucky to survive the disaster.

What caught the eye was an army in uniform, following the whistles of the ordering knights, like an infantry phalanx advancing as a whole.

They wore black robes with double-headed eagle emblems painted on the back and front.

The wall-like shield array, and the sharp spearheads extending from the gaps in the shields, made the Greeks who had long been torn apart these formations almost heartbroken.

Renault held the shield tightly in his hand and moved forward nervously following the whistle.

He felt that he was not a living person at all, but a small part of this huge war machine. He didn't even need to think, he just held the shield in his hand, obeyed the orders of the knights, and kept moving forward.

Through the gaps in his visor helmet, he could see that the enemy's position was almost in a mess.

distance.

There was the sound of horse hooves.

Is that the enemy's cavalry?

Renault became even more nervous: Where will they rush up from? Could it be from behind?

I have many thoughts.

But the long-term training has made him still remember his mission.

That is forward, forward, and forward again!

Ned, who stayed behind the team, showed a playful expression: As expected, the enemy's cavalry is coming. Eagle Banner Brigade, prepare to meet the enemy!

The remaining veterans who lined up on both sides of the team placed their square shields on the ground, took out a heavy javelin, and held it in their backhand.

In the blink of an eye, there was already a forest of javelins.

If they attack from behind, they will run into the murderous Varangian guards holding two-handed axes.

Perhaps placing them behind the cavalry and charging with the Crusader knights would make it easier to tear apart the enemy's formation and achieve more impressive results.

But Lothar never regarded Turiados as his enemy.

This battle is more of a training battle.

Only after experiencing successive victories can these farmers and soldiers truly transform into an elite division!

There was a hint of panic on Turiados's face.

He clearly saw that his soldiers were being devoured by the Crusader formation that was advancing like a wall.

It was like a giant hedgehog.

When your own soldiers approach.

Sharp spears will immediately stick out from behind the shield wall and knock these poor Greeks to the ground.

Blood dyes the earth red.

Our own morale has long since hit rock bottom.

He could even see that the Crusader knights who had led the team to trample his own formation into a mess were actually re-arranged behind their own team.

I still have cavalry!

I still have cavalry!

He muttered to himself as if grasping at straws.

Then, he saw that his own cavalry were knocked to the ground by the heavy javelins as they approached the enemy's flanks.

The Greek cavalry rushed forward. When they realized that the enemy had been prepared, they did not dare to approach again. Many of them broke away from the team and fled in all directions.

Asshole!

How dare you do this!

You damn cowards!

This is how the martial virtues of the Imperial people have been ruined by you.

Turiados, who was still on the hillside, cursed in despair.

At this time.

A cold feeling came from the neck.

The girl in a cloak placed the sword blade across his neck.

Seeing that you are so impassioned, why don't you just die to maintain your integrity?

The female voice is cold.

Cellinina looked at the trembling Turiados expressionlessly.