"Hey!"

When William Marshall returned to his own army with battle wounds, no one dared to stop this bloody warrior.

It doesn't matter whether justice is evil or evil, both sides try their best to fight each other, and the weak are immediately eliminated here.

Looking at the rear cavalry line without the slightest movement, the royal horse director of the Anjou family couldn't help but smile bitterly, what a ruthless commander, the elite French heavy cavalry held by Richard is known to be powerful.

But it is impossible to say that William Marshall had no grievances to say that William Marshall would have not been resentful rather than sit back and watch the swordsmen of Aquitaine continue to fight the front lines, and that the Prince of England would not have stepped forward to support him.

William Marshall, who had not communicated too deeply with Prince Richard, knew nothing more than a challenge that he had just had a few years ago.

The king's army easily suppressed the rebellion of the three brothers, and even Richard, who was now the commander of the expeditionary force, was only a defeated soldier of the Flower of the Knights of England.

"I hope our Highness isn't stupid by the blades of the alien cavalry!"

Richard, who seems to be watching from the sidelines, will not know about his subordinates.

The Prince of England, who restrained his desire to kill, was well aware of his inferiority in terms of troops, so it was necessary for him to hold on to his reserves as much as possible, so that the soldiers of the expeditionary force who were caught in the bitter battle could squeeze out their maximum combat strength.

No matter how much a soldier sacrifices, as long as he wins, victory can make all problems invisible.

People will only remember the winners!

With a new flag waving, the Seljuks finally couldn't contain their impulse and threw themselves into the ghulam of their proud court.

Compared to the Western heavy cavalry, which focused on knightly charges, the Seljuk Ghulam received a better military education from an early age as a strong slave soldier selected from various conquered peoples, and they were the most difficult opponents of the pagan army as they were proficient in archery and gun skills.

However, the moving Duchy was no less impressive, and the French were excellent knights, they came from noble families, their bloodlines can be traced back to the glory days of Charlemagne, and fighting the pagans has been a matter of honor and responsibility since their ancestors.

The heavy cavalry on both sides struck from the right flank, and Richard's cavalry was on the front end, and if his cavalry was unfortunately defeated here, even if the other fronts reaped the results of the battle, it would be useless.

"Charge, swing your spears, and slay down the unbelieving heathens, for if God is watching this war, then victory will undoubtedly be ours!"

"Heavenly glory!"

The French knights shouted in unison, pressing their hoods to cover their faces and let the cold masks face their enemies.

If it weren't for the prioritization of honor over life, they would never mind painting some terrifying pattern on the mask to let the infidels know their talents.

Just kidding, we are the nobles of Charlemagne, the knights of flowers under the crown, how can we be defeated by a group of lowly slave soldiers!

The French knights, who had broken through the crowd of Ghulam's cavalry, began to play their killing instincts to the extreme, and the spears pierced into the chests of the pagan cavalry before they approached, and the French drew their spears in a happy manner to the astonished eyes of their enemies.

However, not every Duchy cavalry was so lucky, and the reserve that served as the knight's squire suffered great trauma as they followed the skilled French nobles into enemy lines.

The squires without sturdy armor became the targets of the Ghulam's anger, and they were punched out of a concave shape by the French knights, but the infidels who interspersed the flanks found the weakness of the cavalry rearguard of the expeditionary force.

These veteran Ghulams, who were not in command of their commander Scamped, worked together very well, and they reunited from the forks on both sides, and the interrupted alien cavalry battle formation was quickly resumed after the French noble knights charged.

However, the knight squires who followed them were not so lucky, their armor was lighter, which was a reflection of their wealth, and they had to earn a living under the knights they served before they were officially recruited by the nobles as knights.

Therefore, except for the knight squires from noble backgrounds, who could still look at each other in battle, everyone else was wounded after rushing out of the enemy line, and all the battle damage was reflected in the lower-class soldiers.

After snatching the royal flag from his own flag bearer, the prince's face began to distort, and those who had just fallen were the family wealth he had accumulated over the years, just to be able to take the crown from his father one day.

What a hate!

You heretics, traitors who don't believe in God, why don't you die obediently!

"Knights, go on, we won't stop until we have all the enemies off our horses!"

Prince Roman, who fought against him before Richard knew it, also chilled from the bottom of his heart, who were these people, no wonder the Latins were able to take Nicaea and drive the Sultan into the mountains.

"Not for our gold, not for the land, just for God!"

Richard, who had the knight's sword in his hand, was the real Lionheart, and he rushed to kill, and all the enemies in sight were cut off by him: "Happy! ”

The brave prince of England seemed to repeat the legend of the knight king, and his mount gradually distanced himself from the other knights, but the man was undaunted, he discarded the broken spear and drew his only remaining weapon, the knight's sword: "For glory, for God!" ”

Riding into battle alone, the splash of sword light snatched the life of the fierce enemy in the swirl, and even the skilled Ghulam guards were shocked by the courage of this man, they were simply fearless, and his faith was condensed in the sword, and with each swing it was like a thunderbolt striking at the blocker.

"Whew!"

With a heavy breath, the shock arrows led by Richard had already struck not far from Kaihosru, picking up the spear stuck in the ground and projecting the significant spear in imitation of the heroic posture of the King of Conquest.

"Dang!"

Kehosru's courage was completely shattered in the battle with the Prince of England, as if the god Richard had personally led his cavalry to attack his center many times, disrupting his position three times, and this time even breaking close to him.

The spear thrown by the heroic Lionheart was even projected at the feet of Prince Roma.

There is a great terror between life and death!

Kehosru felt death so keenly that Death was almost capable of taking the prince's life through Richard.

"Let's get out of here!"

Several of the commanders of the Ghulam Guards were shaken by Kai Hosru's orders, and now the deterioration of the situation has not yet reached a particularly noticeable point.

The loss under the arrows of the English longbowmen is only those recruited tribesmen to replenish the troops, and the loss of Roma's real core elite has not exceeded 20%, so there is no need to choose to retreat now?

"Your Highness, in fact, we can continue to ......"

"That's enough, let's evacuate!"

All the officers looked dejected, and even some looked at the retreating prince with undisguised disdain: "Our warriors are still fighting ahead, where are we going?" ”

"Those tribesmen can be recruited at any time, we don't have to worry about them, we get out of here immediately!"