"The enemy's cavalry is coming!" In front of the central camp, Amasa took hundreds of his own cavalry, and as soon as he rushed out of the gate to line up the formation, he saw thousands of cavalry commanded by Gawain, Hartman, and Warner on the opposite side, attacking him like a storm.

Amasal tightened the reins of his mount, and his mount roared, "The enemy has turned into a hungry beast, we must not retreat, I will guide the cavalry in front of the camp, first stop the opponent's attack, and cause chaos to the opponent." Tell my infantry to follow the column, and as long as this cavalry is defeated, the enemy will be completely defeated. ”

Under the sun and dust, Amasa was covered with a white robe on his armor, wrapped in a long turban, his golden iron helmet danced on the top, his saddle hung with a mallet, and on the back of the violently churning horse, he held his bow and arrows tightly, and he was surrounded by the rest of the fourteen horses of various colors without cavalry, the master of which was himself, galloping violently - behind him, hundreds of elite slaves, following closely behind, rushing in the direction of the oblique spur of the Gawain cavalry array, waiting for Amasa to attack alone, Cause chaos on the other side, and then take the opportunity to pounce on it and kill.

"Allah Greater, Muhammad, no one knows where my next arrow is and where it goes." Amassa shouted, and soon ran to Gawain, who was commanding on the left flank of the group.

"The third squadron of the company of the Red Hand Cavalry Saint-Cyril, follow me!" Gawain stretched out his arms and shouted such an order from his galloping horseback, and two trumpeters followed him to his right and left, blowing the sound of mobilization to the cavalry behind him.

Soon, in the midst of the torrent of cavalry, all the cavalrymen of the third squadron skillfully controlled their mounts, turned a corner, and escaped, and seventy or eighty cavalrymen shouted one after another, and followed the Grand Duke in unison, just in the direction of the Amasa assault.

At this moment, Amasa grabbed the two arrows on his bow and fired one arrow like lightning, and one of the trumpeters beside Gawain was immediately shot in the forehead and fell on his back.

"Don't shoot back!" Gao Wengang turned his head sideways and shouted to all the cavalry on the left, but the general cavalry queue on the right couldn't stand it anymore and drew their bows and shot at Amasa.

As a result, Amasa hid in a stirrup, avoided all the arrows that flew in, and then, like an ape, jumped lightly onto another galloping horse, and then got up again, and without hesitation, shot another arrow, and shot another flag officer, and the battle flag fell, and the cavalry of the third squadron around Gawain began to panic in confusion, and their movements began to be messy.

Behind the horses of Amasa, the knights of the Mosul slave soldiers, who were in high spirits, cheered at the general's fierce cavalry, and they drew their swords and pounced one after another.

"Don't panic, form a matrix, draw your sword forward, get close, and slash at it for any reason!" Gawain's voice was fierce, and a cavalryman next to him hesitated, and he was about to shake the strings and aim at Amasa who was leaping between the fifteen horses, but Gawain did not delay in pulling out the sword of phosphorus and fire, and with one sword, he slashed the cowardly and disobedient cavalry from his horse, "Whoever panics again, this is an example." ”

Just as Gawain shouted, Amasa, who had seen kindness, instantly jumped to another horse and got up, and finally an arrow flew off the string and hit Gawain's helmet.

Gawain felt his head shake violently, and then the quicksilver under him immediately fell for half a minute, and after the time was frozen for a very short time, a whirlwind blew, and the red hand feathers on Gawain's hat and helmet with the cluster of arrows inserted into it squeaked twice, broke and fell to the ground.

"Princess's blessing!" Gawain, who has an extremely flexible brain, simply took off his hat and helmet and threw it on the ground in front of all the cavalry, and then with his bare head, he controlled the quicksilver trot forward, and pointed the sword of phosphorus and fire straight ahead, "Everyone is next to me, like a wall, pushing the enemy back." ”

At this time, the red hand cavalry finally stabilized, and they all shouted the slogan "Princess's Blessing", and quickly lined up in two dense columns, the front cavalry crouched low, all holding shields and swords to the front, and the rear ranks drew their hammers and iron rods under their saddles, like an iron wall, and trotted towards the horses of Amasa.

Seeing that Gawain was only shot off the feather ornament on his helmet, Amasa was discouraged, and then saw the cavalry on the opposite side, and immediately felt that it was not good, so he pulled the reins, and prepared to temporarily get out of this wave of raids, but how could there be such a simple thing - the slave soldiers who rushed from behind continued to push him and his horse forward.

In the midst of the screams, the horses of Amasa, who had rushed to the front of the cavalry of the third squadron, were overturned one by one by sharp sabers, and the few remaining horses were no longer subject to the whistle orders of their masters, and fled to both sides.

Soon, Amasa, wearing a striking armor robe, could no longer hide his traces, and he and his last horse on the horse appeared "naked" in front of Gawain's eyes.

"Go to hell!" Gao Wen's eyes widened angrily, his brown hair fluttered, the quicksilver mane under his crotch exploded, and with a long roar, he instantly pulled out the sword of phosphorus fire in his left hand and pulled out an iron rod in his right hand, and bullied it into front of Amasa's eyes. Amasa's heart was timid, and his hands were unsteady, and he just threw down his bow and arrows, grasped the horse's lance, and stabbed at Gawain with trembling.

The two horses staggered, Gawain's phosphorus fire sword moved quickly, cut off the opponent's horse lance head, and then swept the iron rod in his right hand, and the stick head happened to have the galloping momentum of Quicksilver, and hit Amasa's neck horizontally, and immediately smashed the opponent's armor and throat, and flew back several steps with Amasa's body, and then fell under the horse.

In the Great Khorasan region, Amasa's 20-year-long "Horse Herd Chaos Assault Method" came to an end in today's battle, with only three arrows, and he himself died under Gawain's stick.

Even the slave soldiers behind him were stunned, who would have thought that this invincible general would die so quickly and suddenly?

The third squadron of the company of Saint-Cyril was in high spirits, and they rushed forward first, killing the group of unmotivated slaves who fled in disarray, and the cavalry behind dismounted, cut off Amasa's head, and handed it into Gawain's hands.

At the same time, Hartmann and Werner's cavalry troops, layer after layer, swept over the rest of Amasa's barracks in front of the barracks, and were simply unstoppable—and the Turkic soldiers guarding the central barracks, seeing a tall and majestic general on the opposite side, shouted loudly, and galloped to and fro in front of the trench with a bloody head in his hand.

This head is recognized by almost everyone.

The Turkic spirit of the central camp collapsed instantly, "Close the gate and hold on." An officer on duty gave the order trembling all over.

When the gate was closed in a cry, the "sortie" that had been blocked outside was jammed, slamming at the gate, begging to be put in, and at last it was almost slaughtered by the pilgrims' cavalry, and the stumps and heads filled the entire trench. Several of the Frankish cavalrymen rushed straight to the gate tower of the camp, threw all the severed heads through the wooden fence, and then pulled out their axes, chopped them on the gate, and made a loud provocation.

But the central camp of Mosul was still cowering and trembling. (To be continued.) )