A week later.

In the vast sea of sand, a group of cavalry was marching slowly under the scorching sun.

In just a few days, from the outside, Lothar's skin has darkened.

If you wear a headscarf and a face mask, you are almost no different from a native Arab or Kurdish person.

During this time, they encountered many dangers, the most thrilling of which was when they ran into Safuddin, a confidant and nephew of Saladin and currently the governor of Syria, and his cavalry.

Fortunately, Abdullah was resourceful and managed to fool the past.

Lothar took out the water bladder, took a sip, and asked the Kurdish leader beside him, "Where are we now, have we entered the Sassanid border?" ”

Abdullah was a little puzzled that the young man in front of him could endure the drought and heat of the desert so much: "Where is the border? Here, lords and chieftains loyal to Saladin and the Sassanid kings are like the teeth in the dog's mouth, intricately intertwined, or the grass on the Gobi, falling with the wind. ”

"I see."

Translated as "dogtooth and tooth" and "wall grass".

"So, it would be best if we chose some lords who were firmly against the Sassanid king, or even openly opposed to Saladin?"

Lothar said thoughtfully.

He didn't dare to guarantee that the Sassanid king would follow his script.

"Yes, I know of an oasis not far from here, the domain of Kaukb, who was once a vassal loyal to King Nur al-Din, and who took refuge in the Sassanid king after Saladin usurped the throne, and where he openly challenged Saladin on several occasions."

Lothar was a little puzzled: "Doesn't it sound like they're on the same side as you?" ”

A hint of anger appeared on Abdullah's face: "When Saladin led his army into Syria, we asked him for help, and he didn't even send half a soldier. ”

"Such a traitor dares to provoke Saladin under the banner of the previous king, this is an insult to us!"

Lothar nodded, finalizing the lucky one: "Then pick them." ”

"Does this Cocob live in the oasis you are talking about?"

Abdullah nodded, "Of course, this is his base camp, and all the chieftains and tribes belonging to him need to come here on time to make offerings and sacrifice cattle and sheep." ”

"How's the defense?"

"There is a wooden fort, although there are not many defenders in it, but in the small oasis around this oasis, there are many cavalry teams scattered around, and once the defenders in the wooden fort call for help, the surrounding troops will rush to help."

Lothar was thoughtful.

The number of people that can carry an oasis is limited, and if it exceeds the limit, the oasis will shrink rapidly.

As a result, there must not be too many defenders in Coquet's wooden fort.

"It seems that we need to make a quick decision, and if Coquett is well prepared, we can't afford to spend too much time again, and we need to change the target as soon as possible."

Lothar and Abdullah deliberated on a strategy, urging the team to speed up.

In a short time, scouts galloped in.

He exclaimed, "There is a group of about a hundred people in front of you, Bedouins under the command of Cokbu, who are carrying tribute to Coctor, and they seem to be defenseless. ”

Lothar's eyes lit up: "Here's the opportunity, we have to deal with this group of Bedouins first!" They're the key to getting us in. ”

Abdullah nodded, "I understand." ”

Then he raised his voice and shouted, "Everyone, get ready to fight." ”

A Kurdish cavalryman approached and handed Lothar a bag of horse fodder, which, in addition to pasture, was mixed with cooked beans, potatoes, and wheat bran.

This kind of fine feed is a must-have for war horses before they charge.

While replenishing the mount, Lothar talked to the cavalryman, "Harden, you are fighting for the first time, are you nervous?" ”

Harden smiled gently, "My lord, I've already eaten today." ”

Lothar: "..."

Yes, it's a chicken and a duck again.

Harden is the youngest member of the Kurdish cavalry and is only 16 years old this year.

"I thought I could already speak Kurdish."

Lothar was a little helpless, and he touched Harden's head.

The feed was handed over to Hans.

With a whip in hand, he climbed briskly up a small hill in front of him.

In the distance, a long procession could already be seen, slowly moving this way.

dromedary, war horse, pack animal, livestock.

This is a large contingent of nomadic herders.

Wearing a chainmail helmet with purple silk underneath, the leader walked at the front of the group.

He wore a shining silver scale armor, and talked and laughed with his subordinates from time to time.

They didn't look like they were going to be defended, they didn't even spill out the scouts, and they didn't seem to expect an attack on the heart of Coquet's command.

Lothar turned around, waited for the cavalry to replenish their mounts with fine fodder, and then turned on his horse.

He ordered, "Get ready to do it." ”

Lothar covered her mouth and nose with a scarf, and the chainmail mask hung down and covered the face tola.

He took the hussar's swallowtail banner in his hand, and with a flick of it, he replaced it with a banner emblazoned with three flaming flames, guarding a Saladin's eagle.

"Always remember who we are, loyal warriors of Saladin, and I am your leader, Savodin."

He raised his mounted spear with a swallowtail flag in his hand and said to the Kurdish cavalry behind him: "Kill all enemies who dare to take up arms and resist!" ”

"Yes."

The cavalry immediately moved.

They also fought very similarly to the European cavalry, using the same cavalry charge, but at close range, they switched to scimitar melee combat.

Abdullah and Hans followed closely at Lothar's side.

Prajna and Frigila are far away, and in this battle, Lothar ordered Prajna to prioritize the protection of Friengira's legal profession.

I have a shared talent, so I don't have to worry about falling into a dangerous situation in a short time, and I can hold out until help arrives.

For some reason, the Kurdish cavalry only felt that today's charge was as light as a divine help.

The mount under the crotch was galloping, faster than usual.

...

Iron hooves raise a long stream of yellow dust.

Sonic booms.

Upon discovering that they had been attacked, the Bedouins were extremely panicked.

At the front, the cavalry, dressed in spacious white robes, rushed to the front of the line, trying to fend off the menacing enemy, so as to buy time for the infantry to prepare for defense.

The Bedouin leaders shouted in Arabic and Kuku, respectively: "We are under the command of Lord Coquet, who are you?" Is there some misunderstanding? ”

Abdullah shouted: "We are looking for Coctor, who dares to insult my king Saladin, and my master Savodin, who will throw Coctor's head to the vultures of the desert to eat." ”

Tall Arabian horses march on the loess.

Lothar felt the wind howling in his ears, and his heart beat faster and faster, but his mood was no longer as nervous as he had been when he had charged.

He's sophisticated enough.

Snort -

The rifle pierced the neck of one of the cavalrymen in front.

It was a well-armed cavalryman, but his scaly armor and neck guard did nothing to stop the sharp tip of the spear, tearing his throat apart.

Lothar used his shield to block the attack of a Bedouin cavalryman with a flail in front of him, only to feel a pain in his hand holding the shield.

In the flash of light, he clearly saw the hideous face of the other party.

Immediately, they staggered by.

It's like a horse's eye.

Lothar still had the face of the previous enemy in front of him, and the spear had already pierced into the shield of the next enemy, knocking him out of the air.

Lothar's figure was also carried by the violent impact and almost fell off his horse, and was quickly helped by Hans beside him.

He sat down again, only to find that it was the leader of the Bedouin who had just been resolved.

More than 40 horsemen pierced through the enemy formation.

The Bedouin cavalry immediately collapsed, and the remnants of the cavalry scattered and fled, not daring to resist the devilish cavalry that seemed to come from hell.

Lothar came to the end of the team, looked at the chaotic convoy, held high the flag in his hand, and said in Kurdish: "Gather the team, no pursuit!" ”

"Abdullah, go and persuade them to surrender, and those who lay down their arms may be free to depart."

Eliminate the cavalry team, and the Bedouin convoy can almost be declared extinct.

However, if it is a strong attack, it will take time not to mention, and it may suffer more losses.

Abdullah pondered for a moment, then shouted in a few Arabic words and ordered them to surrender.

But in response were the bows and arrows of the Bedouins.

Lothar held aloft the indestructible cavalry spear in his hand, which had been rendered impregnable by the hussar swallowtail flag attached to it, and it was stained with crimson blood.

"Now that they are determined to resist, let's go ahead, charge in groups, bit by bit, eat away at them."

Lothar gave the order.

Half an hour later, the recalcitrant enemy was cleared.

"Abdullah, count the casualties."

"6 wounded, 1 dead, no serious injuries. The enemy was weak and defenseless, many of them were not even armoured, and we fought a beautiful surprise battle. ”

"Not bad."

Lothar nodded with satisfaction, such a battle loss ratio, unless it was against a group of serf levies, otherwise, it would be a big victory anywhere.

The elite of this Kurdish cavalry was in no way inferior to the cavalry under the command of Baron Gofrey.

Someone came with a corpse on his face full of sorrow and said something in Kurdish at great speed.

Lothar looked at the corpse's familiar eyebrows, silent.

Harden is dead.

The sixteen-year-old boy who always grinned and showed two rows of white neat teeth and smiled.

"Burn his body, and Harden will return to the arms of Mithra."

Abdullah's face didn't show much sadness: "If this boy survives his first battle, he will transform into an eagle." ”

On the battlefield, the loss rate of recruits is the highest.

Only after surviving the first war can a recruit metamorphose into a veteran.

Unfortunately, Harden didn't make it through.

Lothar took off her turban, held it in her hand, and prayed silently.

"Let's go, while Cocob doesn't know the news of our arrival yet!"

He held aloft the flaming eagle banner in his hand: "Take this convoy, camels, and horses, we will disguise ourselves as a convoy to pay tribute to Coquet, and be fast!" ”

In the sky, vultures are already circling, and sooner or later Cocter's soldiers will come to investigate.

We must hurry.

After this battle, Lothar managed to rise to the third level.

Stats are not allocated to Loshar for the time being.

After waiting for his intimacy with Furringilla to become friendly, he tried to use her bond talent, Blood Magic Specialization.

If it works, he's considering whether to add a stat point to the spiritual side.