The sky was white, and the battle had lasted until the third day since the encounter. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the morale of the Mamluks was low, and the loss of two legions was unacceptable to the Mamluks, who had the myth of invincibility.

Anderson's soldiers, on the other hand, were well fed and fed, not only for the loss of a single soldier, but also for a feast of horse meat.

Saladin stared coldly at the Canyon of Ogo, thumping and then declining, and then exhausted. Today is the third battle...... Four thousand of his elites have been buried here, and today will be the last battle, and the victory is good, if it is really defeated. What should I do if I lose?

The adjutant asked worriedly, "Chief, how are we going to fight today?" ”

Saladin had already thought about it. "Don't use any stratagem, everyone, bring bows and arrows, rain arrows, charge, kill!"

At dawn, Saladin's army once again formed at the entrance to the canyon. The first corps of the front, middle, and rear armies! Anderson's defense line is in the middle of the canyon, and one legion of soldiers should be enough, two legions are more than enough, but it is really not enough, and then mobilize his own escort corps and go into battle in person.

"Brothers, we've been fighting for two days, this is the third day and it will be the last. There is no way out, and if we fail to win today, we will no longer be Mamluks, but lowly serfs. Today's battle is about the reputation of our Mamluks! We will die, and we will not retreat! Saladin raised the Damascus steel knife in his hand, "For the glory of the Mamluks!" Kill them all! ”

"Kill!" The Mamluks are most admired for their slave origin, obedience to orders, and their ability to fight and not be afraid of death.

The Mamluk horses began to move slowly, and when the front army reached the crossbowman's attack position, they drew their bows and threw their arrows as they charged.

This is actually the Mamluk way of dealing with heavy cavalry, the enemy advances and retreats, the enemy is stationed and disturbs, the enemy is tired and I fight, and the enemy retreats and I chase! Now it is hindered by the canyon, and it can only fight hard, and the best way is to suppress a large number of arrow rain projectiles, and the endless arrow rain is so overwhelming that the angry hands can't raise their heads, and the Mamluks take the opportunity to advance and charge! As soon as the Mamluks rushed to the position, the Damascus steel knife would easily break through the crossbowman's chest! Send the crossbowmen to hell!

From an early age, Mamluks embraced the most unwavering religious beliefs, and every Mamluk firmly believed that victory belonged to him, Saladin was justice, and the enemy was vulnerable, as long as he could rush to the front!

didn't expect Anderson to give them a chance at all, as the so-called soldiers are not tired of cheating, and Anderson is the best among them.

The crossbowmen were initially at a loss for what to do with their bows, and Anderson's soldiers were given up on reloading their arrows and instead raised their shields to protect their heads, making them unable to quickly change their arrows, and the design speed of their crossbows was greatly reduced. The crossbowmen could not suppress the Mamluk charge, but could only be suppressed and constantly retreated.

The Mamluks did not smile at the retreat of the enemy army, but became more melancholy. The crossbowmen retreated in an orderly manner, apparently the result of a long period of training. Behind the phalanx of crossbowmen, there was a large number of disorganized rejection horses. Crossbowmen could run through the rejection to the rear, but the charging Mamluks could not.

The army at the front could not transmit information to the rear, and the army behind did not know so it continued to press in. The rear army pushed the front army forward, and the front army could only be forced to charge. One after another, the horses rushed to the rejection of the horses, using their bodies to exchange for the forward space of their companions behind.

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At this time, Saladin was sitting in the rear army to supervise the battle, and for some reason, he was always a little uneasy, he could not see the situation in the canyon, and he was as confused as a blind man.

The entire canyon mouth looks like a bloody mouth that selects people to eat, the first legion has all entered, and the second legion has also entered most of it, will the third legion under his command enter or not? There is no news at all in front, is it a victory, or is there no return......

Saladin hesitated, his teeth clenching the nail of his right hand, it was a big gamble, and the bet was his own life! "Alibaba may be dead. If I lose again, the bloodline ......," Saladin seemed to think for a moment, "If all the forces are uprooted, it doesn't matter if the bloodline survives." Saladin snapped open his eyes, looked into the distance, and raised his scimitar in his hand! What martyrs crave most is heroic sacrifice, so sharpen the blade in your hand, adjust the angle, and count three, two, and one silently. Everyone, follow me into the canyon! ”

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The crossbowmen kept retreating, the Mamluks kept clearing out new horses, and the canyon became more and more populated. The Mamluks, with their not too dense bolts, finally reached the end of the canyon. At the end of the canyon, the Mamluks finally saw the sun again, and under the sun were the crossbowmen of the glaive! It's an ironic picture, with freedom at the top and death at the bottom.

An overwhelming flood of crossbow arrows, bows and arrows poured down. The Mamluks, who had just seen the light, were shot into hedgehogs by arrows in an instant.

The Mamluks charged again! There is no way back for them, either fight or die......

The firepower of the crossbowmen increased several times more than in the canyon, but they could not suppress the Mamluk charge!

"They're all a bunch of crazy people who don't want to die!" The soldiers are a little afraid, the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road, this is a matter of momentum, once the momentum is weak, the form of the battle is not easy to say.

Anderson looked at the battlefield and gave a new order.

Behind the Anderson army, a giant crossbow was waiting for it. Four giant crossbows are arranged in a rectangle, and each giant crossbow is tied to the corner of a large net.

"Launch!" With Anderson's orders.

One after another, large nets rose into the sky and flew towards the canyon. Large nets fall randomly, enclosing groups of soldiers in the middle.

When soaked in Cher's potion, the net will emit a faint herb bit, a smell that will make enemies lose their strength.

The Mamluks kept chopping through the nets, but they couldn't break through them.

Saladin had already guessed that Anderson might have a ruse, but when it did, Saladin was still in disbelief.

When he saw the net falling from the sky and enveloping the Mamluks, Saladin's expression changed from surprise, doubt, anger, calm, to sadness for a few seconds.

Saladin's face was pale, and he just kept shaking his head, trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence.

All the hard work, the whole army was destroyed. Looking at the Mamluks who were constantly being slaughtered, sorrow came from it.

In that moment, Saladin felt a real sense of despair, a force majeure of guilt, tangle, and helplessness that quickly annihilated people.

He was defeated, really defeated, defeated......