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The heavy javelins that had been thrown out with great force let out a whistling sound like a ghost of death, and like a torrential rain, they sprang towards the crowd beneath the wall, splashing countless bright crimson flowers in the crowd.

Instinctively, Abdullah Kankan stooped backwards, and a heavy two-meter-long javelin grazed the heavy chain mail on his chest, and then pierced the neck of a desert light cavalry on foot two meters behind him.

"Uh-uhh

Abdullah didn't care if he looked good or not, he almost rolled and crawled to avoid the heavy javelin rain, and the other Muslim soldiers also clasped their heads to dodge, even the living corpses that were about to be wiped out.

Clung to the corner of the wall, Abdullah was relieved that he was finally in a safe position. Then we started thinking about what to do.

He had to admit that the crusader commander of this town was definitely a prudent and cautious fellow: as if he had considered all possible situations, he had a corresponding countermeasure for every move he made, and even if he changed his tactics on the way, he reacted in a very short time and began to fight back, so that he could not take advantage of the slightest advantage.

The assault on the siege engines went too smoothly at first, only to be discovered as soon as the wooden gate was broken down and the Muslim infantry swarmed in. There was a reason why the other side did not do everything possible to prevent the wooden gate from being breached: the black-armored knights formed a dense column with shields, and trapped all the Muslim infantry who tried to rush in and around the gatehouse, not giving up an inch of land.

Facing the almost invulnerable knights in black armor and the knight's sword in their hands, With one-handed battle axes and prismatic hammers, the Muslim infantry who broke through left nearly 100 corpses and retreated, and then the rain of arrows of the desert light cavalry and Mamluk heavy cavalry suppressed the armed spear villagers and black armored knights had to defend in place, but they should not have noticed that there was rich vegetation everywhere, and as a result, the Muslim cavalry was just about to rush into the gatehouse, and a horse-blocking fence was pulled up in front of the gatehouse, which caused the momentum of the charge to be blocked, and once again caused casualties and chaos.

This was followed by the corpses of the previously dead Muslim infantrymen who were converted into walking corpses by the enemy. When the horse-resisting railings were lowered, they rushed out, causing the cavalry and infantry to mingle and become a mess, and they were not able to exert their combat power at all, and when he galloped and led all the infantry and dismounted cavalry into the battle, and finally cleared the living corpses, the armed spear-throwing villagers began to throw javelins again, causing all of them to reach a stalemate again.

Just like playing chess, the opposing Crusader commander has almost omnipresent eyes, and is relatively prepared for all possible arrangements.

As Abdullah pondered how to exit the stalemate, a low trumpet sounded across the battlefield. Later, the armed spear-throwing villagers stopped throwing heavy javelins, much to the relief of many Muslim soldiers.

"What's the matter? Who is blowing the horn?" Abdullah looked up cautiously, and the villagers on the fence who were armed with spears had recoiled as if they had never appeared, "Have they all thrown their heavy javelins?"

Almost all of the Muslim soldiers were overwhelmed by the strange situation at the moment, when Abdullah was about to gather his troops on the spot and rush in directly from the gatehouse. There was a roar like the cry of the dead, as if you were in hell.

Abdullah's face was pale as he looked through the entrance of the gatehouse to see where the terrifying sound came from: one of the black-armored Crusader knights, wearing a barrel helmet adorned with demonic wings, tossed aside the horn horn he was holding in his right hand, pulled the knight's sword from the ground with his backhand, and swirled his fingers to hold it in his forehand, and the terrifying roar burst out through his steel helmet.

Immediately afterward, all the black-armored Crusader knights roared in unison, just like the hoplite knight. It was as if they had no scruple that such a roar would strain their vocal cords, and the roar echoed throughout the battlefield, shaking even the feathers of arrows on the walls and the ground like the wind.

Then, with a terrifying howl, all the black-armored Crusader knights raised their irises and struck the steel circular protrusion in the center of the iris shield with their weapons with a loud metal crash, and ran quickly towards the gatehouse, their steel boots rumbling on the ground like the hooves of heavy cavalry.

When these black-armored crusader knights stepped on the horse-barring stake on the ground in front of the gatehouse, several Muslim soldiers who were pressed down by the horse-rejecting stake let out high-pitched screams, but as more and more pairs of staggeringly heavy steel boot-wrapped feet stepped on the horse-rejecting stake, the screams under the horse-rejecting stake gradually subsided, and streams of dark red blood flowed quietly.

"Teuton!!!" roared at the simple, meaningful word, and Von Rond and all the knights of the Guards pierced the Muslim troops like a sharp stake, followed by a constant wail.

Abdullah retreated when he saw the heavily-armed knights charging on foot: he had seen how terrifying the Frankish knights with the blood-red crosses on their bodies could be in the melee, and his own archers had shot them into hedgehogs with arrows. They were still able to continue the fight with ferventness, but it was the arrows that hung from their heavy chain mail that made them look even more vicious.

When the heavily-armed knight who led the charge rammed into the Muslim troops, the rest of the black-armored Crusader knights also began to ram the Muslim soldiers in either direction from the gatehouse, turning the already chaotic ranks into a complete melee.

Feng Longde's upward slash slashed a desert archer with a short knife to the ground, just as he was about to make up for it. A round metal shield slammed into him, knocking the knight's sword in his right hand to the ground.

A foot Mamluk heavy cavalryman held a metal shield in his left hand, and an axe in his right hand slashed at Feng Longde's head. Feng Longde's right hand also directly grasped the handle of the iris shield, and swung it and smashed it hard in front of the heavy cavalry of the foot Mamluk.

The pure steel iris shield directly flew away the metal round shield in the hands of the walking Mamluk heavy cavalry, which was one and a half smaller than the one-and-a-half-day in the hands of the foot Mamluk heavy cavalry, and the unprepared walking Mamluk heavy cavalry just wanted to take two steps back, Feng Longde's feet slammed into him, and he grabbed the iris shield and rushed towards him.

The thick iris shield directly pressed the foot Mamluk heavy cavalry tightly, Feng Longde pressed the iris shield with one hand, and directly pinched the axe in the right hand of the foot Mamluk heavy cavalry with the other. He brutally snatched his hands and threw them aside, then tightened the neck of the Mamluk heavy cavalry on foot with both hands, and slammed his head into his own.

"Bang!" the head of the foot Mamluk heavy cavalry, wearing a conical iron helmet, slammed directly into Feng Longde's barrel helmet, and both of them were dizzy from the shock caused by the impact of the helmet.

Feng Longde, who felt a little dizzy, strengthened his grip with his left hand, and with his right hand, he quickly took off the cone-shaped iron helmet of the foot Mamluk heavy cavalry, which was also hung with a pair of chain mail masks, and then slammed it head-on.

"Bang!" the forehead of the foot Mamluk heavy cavalry was immediately smashed, and before he could react, several heavy headbutts were thrown in succession.

After it was determined that the foot Mamluk heavy cavalry was in a deep coma. Feng Longde pulled out a dagger from the armed belt around his waist, pressed it against his face, and slashed it towards his throat. Splatters of blood stained his barrel face red.

Meanwhile, in the chaos of the battlefield, Yarman roared and brandished his one-handed tomahawk and steel iris shield, striking dazzling sparks with enemy weapons and shields.

"Wow!!" a Muslim soldier rushed from behind Yarman, wielding a one-handed battle axe in both hands and slashing at Yarman's black goat horn barrel helmet.

"Boom!" the Muslim soldier spotted in horror with the dull sound of the blade of the axe cutting into the black goat's horn barrel helmet. The crusader knight in front of him did not fall to the ground as he imagined, but raised his battle axe with the same movement, and split the chest of the opponent in front of him with an axe, and then turned to face him!

Yarman directly took off the black goat's horned barrel helmet with the one-handed tomahawk that was stuck in the back of his head and threw it on the ground, his hard face was full of hideous smiles, and he looked like a demon who had come out of a blood prison with a blood-stained tomahawk.

The Muslim soldier was just about to pick up a scimitar from the ground. Yarman slashed his one-handed tomahawk at him with his backhand, and then the shield smashed over him as well.

Alternating axe and shield strikes, Yarman finally rounded his one-handed tomahawk and slammed it into the Muslim soldier's chest, making a cracking rib crack.

Two desert archers came running with scimitars and were about to stab them, but after waiting for their scimitars to be slid aside by the Teutonic Gothic plate armor, he swung it directly at the steel iris shield, knocked it to the ground, and then picked up a prismatic hammer from the ground and began to smash it.

"Ahh!!h

Duwakin is an awkward word that means "dragon's blood" in Old Teuton. It was a family name for the Teutonic royal family, and a synonym for the fanatical beliefs of countless brave Imperial knights and soldiers, just as the Vikings shouted "Odin!" during bloody battles.

As the battlefield followed Yarman's howls, more and more Muslim soldiers were cut to the ground, and the knights of the Guards had begun to gradually surround all the surviving Muslim troops in the middle from all sides, squeezing their space and bringing down the enemy cleanly.

Originally, many Muslim soldiers were still thinking of forcibly breaking out, but after the corpses of their comrades-in-arms who had been dead for a long time on the ground began to stand up one by one, the consciousness of fighting to the death just now completely turned into fear and helplessness from the heart.

The figures of those lich mages in black magic robes have appeared on the wall, and these lich mages have been instructed by Feng Longde to leave only two people to continue to monitor the entire battlefield with the Revenant Ranger and the Eye of Magic, and the rest have all walked towards the wall, and began to reincarnate the corpses of enemies as newborn corpses.

It wasn't long before the knights of the Guard and a large number of newborn corpses surrounded the remaining Muslim soldiers, their eyes all blazing red, staring at the slightly trembling Muslim soldiers in front of them without emotion.

Feng Longde walked out of the knights of the guards, and the robes and hoods on his body were all soaked in blood and stained a deep blood red, and the decoration of the iron cross and striped cross in jet black was even deeper against the background of blood red.

Looking at the Muslim soldiers who were vigilantly staring at him with weapons and shields in front of him, Feng Longde tilted his head, directly threw the steel iris shield in his left hand to the side, and walked towards them with a knight's long sword in his right hand.

A foot desert light cavalry stabbed at him with a spear in his hand, Feng Longde held the spear head in his left hand and walked to the side, taking advantage of the opportunity for the foot desert light cavalry to stumble by sending his right hand into his arms, and then put down the body and continued to walk towards the Muslim soldiers, while his eyes were fixed on a man dressed as an Arab nobleman wearing heavy chain mail and Arab robes, and turbans decorated with various colored gems as status symbols.

Abdullah's turban was already sweating profusely: in the melee just now, he had seen that none of these black-armored crusader knights could be dealt with by anyone on his side, and this heavily armed knight even killed his own subordinates directly, and even the excellent Mamluk could be easily killed after a few moves with him, as lightly as killing an armed civilian.

When Von Longde walked up to him to swing the knight's sword, Abdullah made a decision that surprised everyone:

He threw away the Damascus knife in his hand, put his hands above his head, and said in Old French: "It's all over! I give up the fight! We surrender!" (to be continued......