After the two sides finished the battle in front of the battle, the next step was to fight with real guns. The samurai of the Scorpion and Crazy Horse tribes each moved their formations and prepared for battle.

Since there was no observation of where the mages of the Crazy Horse tribe were hiding, the Scorpion tribe's side still made up its mind to defend and counterattack. On the left flank Fahd's men were slightly forward, and on the right flank were Fatoumah's men and horses, which fell slightly behind. Behind the trading post, another hundred samurai on horseback were hidden, as a reserve. []

After retreating from the front of the formation, Medici moved to the rear of her own camp and sat in the reserves, leaving the strikers under the command of her trusted subordinates.

The Crazy Horse tribe, which had the advantage in numbers, first dispatched more than 200 people from the three "wings" of the left army to attack the samurai led by Fatoumai. These people rushed to the front of the Scorpion tribe's formation, and instead of attacking, they formed several circular firing formations and harassed them with arrows.

This was the usual tactic of the nomads in the desert, and all the tribal warriors knew how to form a circular firing formation for every seventy or eighty of them. Each circle was about a few hundred feet in diameter, and the riders galloped along the outer ring, firing at the enemy in turn. If you encounter a pursuit, you can also run away immediately, and then re-form a formation when you run away, continue to harass, and repeat the cycle, which is very powerful.

Arrows made of obsidian and animal bones were shot sporadically at the elven warriors, and without waiting for Fatuma's command, the warriors also automatically set up their bows and arrows and began to shoot back.

At a distance of hundreds of meters, the men and horses on both sides tilted their arrows at each other without yielding to each other. For a time, bone composite bows, iron core angle bows, single longbows, and wooden recurve bows were fired one after another. Iron-headed, stony, bony bows and arrows fell on top of both formations. As far as archery is concerned, the elves have a greater advantage, and some of the more affluent elven warriors also wear armor and use metal arrowheads. But Crazy Horse is more numerous, and it is always galloping, so it is not easy to be shot. Although the elves also knew that they would maintain their formation and suffer a lot when shooting, they were afraid that the opponent would force the impact with their numbers after they dispersed, so they could only insist silently.

On the other side of the trading post, the situation is very different. The vanguard of the Crazy Horse tribe made a big circle, far bypassing the trading post, as if trying to cut off the elves' retreat.

Most of the rest of the Crazy Horse warriors, out of the reserves, gathered more than six hundred feet away on the opposite side of Fahd's side. Standing on the city wall, Muhadi saw more than 500 of the opposing horseback warriors gathered in a tight formation, like several rows of towering human walls, and knew that the other side was about to start a cavalry charge.

"Draw forty men from the right flank to the wall on the left!" al-Muhadi cried out to his henchmen, "Let them prepare their bows and arrows and shoot at the enemy who rushes up!

"Yes, sir!" Gash heard the order and immediately ran to the fence to the right of the trading post. The Crazy Horse tribe is numerous and prestigious, and no one knows if Fahd's people can resist it. Although the elves are leaning on one side of the trading post, they can get additional fire support, and they are not afraid of being outflanked by the other side from both wings, but it is difficult to predict who will win and who will lose.

The Crazy Horse tribe's mounted warriors were assembled, and three high-pitched trumpets sounded from the formation, and then the mounted warriors in the front row put down their mounted guns and all moved forward. Looking from the wall, first a rider in the middle of the formation flattened the lance, and then the people around him flattened the spear in their hands one by one, just like a wave, which was very pleasing to the eye.

The samurai who followed the first riders were much worse equipped, many with stone axes and hammers, and the better ones were only sabers with gaps, which were far behind the elves.

Fahd rode alone and stood in front of the elves, with the demeanor of the ancient elven heroes in the fire song. Seeing the other party's huge lineup, he just smiled chicly, as if he didn't pay attention to it at all.

"Friends!" he shouted, "did you hear the trumpet of the Crazy Horse tribe?!"

"Yes!" Although he did not understand what he meant, he was extremely authoritative among his people, and many of his supporters, although they did not know why, still echoed him.

"Some of you don't understand the sound, I'll translate it for you!" Fahd continued. "It's a mimicking of a horse's courtship, and it means -- 'We're not dry!'"

Obviously, the Crazy Horse tribe blew the trumpet in preparation for the impact, but Fahd said that it was a courtship horse, and the elven warriors all laughed when they heard his words, and the nervousness dissipated a lot.

"I dare say that they will rush up in a moment and beg our Scorpio tribe masters to them hard!" Fahd asked arrogantly. "Can we refuse such a humble request?!"

"No! no!" shouted the elven warriors. "them, them!"

"Then pick up your scimitars," Fahd encouraged his subordinates with ease, "a hundred years from now, when you lie in bed and can't move." You can point to the scars on your body and proudly tell your sons and grandchildren that day, you will fight side by side with me in Badr, with Fahd!"

"Kill!" all the elves on this side were agitated and shouted fearlessly, and even the soldiers of Muhadi standing on the city wall were affected by this emotion.

"Kill!" the warriors of the Crazy Horse tribe also burst into a roar, which came from afar, and it was not much inferior to the battle cries of the elves. The human warriors on tall horses shouted as they began to charge.

For the first seventy steps, the warriors of Crazy Horse were only jogging in small steps, and after seventy steps, the riders sped up, turning the trot into a gallop.

Hundreds of riders lined up in formation, neatly impacting the formation, just watching from the sidelines is enough to break the courage of cowards, not to mention the psychological pressure when facing the impact head-on. The impact of these thousand-pound, six-foot-tall desert horses galloping is equivalent to a speeding chariot. Even if it falls to the ground, it is enough to crush the bones of a human or an elf.

"Ready, go!" a row of arrows shot out from and under the walls, flying into the dense shock formation of the Crazy Horse Tribe. A dozen unlucky samurai were shot by arrows, fell from their horses, and were immediately trampled to death. However, this had little effect on the entire formation, because every fifteen riders on the cavalry wall reserved a retreat passage ten feet wide. Even if a rider falls in the formation, the cavalry on either side can bypass the blocked rider with only a slight adjustment and not destroy the overall formation.

Fahd organized his men into a diamond-shaped array, with the walls of the trading post to the right and the pinnacles of himself, facing the onrushing Crazy Horse warriors. The riders on the outside of the large array are holding scimitars and are ready to fight, while the archers on the inside of the large array are responsible for suppressing the opponent.

When the distance between the two sides was only fifty feet, the rider of Crazy Horse urged his horse to gallop. The hot wind swept up the mane of the horse and the horns of the man's robe, and drifted backwards. The clash of spears and scimitars is just a touch.

It was almost time, thought Muhadi, and stood on the wall on the left, ready to use psionic energy to interfere with the onslaught.

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P.S. Actually, it is difficult for desert horses to grow that tall, and the standard Arabian horse is only about 1.5 meters tall at the shoulder. Horses that weigh thousands of pounds and are six feet tall are generally cold-blooded. For example, the famous shire horse weighs 8oo kg to 1.2 tons and can reach a height of 2 meters at the shoulder. In reality, cold-blooded horses are slow, and they can only be used to do farm work or pull cannons.

In addition, although this battle is also called the Battle of Baidel, it has little to do with the Battle of Baidel in history. I described it according to the Ankara campaign. On the side of the Scorpion were the troops of "Lightning" Bayezid, and Crazy Horse was the troops of "Cripple" Timur. The name of the Thirteen Wings is just a parody of Genghis Khan.

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