"Stop!"

"Rest in place!"

The dusty Kurdish cavalry stopped in the desert, which was not a good place to rest without a single leaf to shade.

Abdullah looked up solemnly and said, "That eagle has been hovering above us for a long time. ”

Above the team, an eagle hovers back and forth.

It's been quite a while.

Lothar asked, "Can you shoot it down?" ”

"No, this flat-haired beast is cunning and flies very high."

Abdullah grabbed the bow and arrow hanging from his saddlebag, tried to aim, and shook his head: "It seems that we will have a bloody battle next. ”

"Let's hope it's just a coincidence."

"No, Lothar, there is no word for coincidence on the battlefield, and if there is, treat it as if it were an enemy plan. And falconry is a tradition of the Arabs. ”

"In this desert, except for specially trained falcons, there are no birds of prey chasing over the heads of the living people."

"I see."

Lothar was as good as a stream, and immediately shouted the order: "Rest your ranks, change your mounts, and prepare to meet the enemy." ”

He was the nominal commander of this Kurdish cavalry, and he never hesitated to give orders.

Although he knew that at the first time Abdullah gave the order, the cavalry would immediately abandon him, the empty commander, and obey Abdullah's orders.

But he is still like a sponge squeezing out water, learning from this valuable practical opportunity.

He hoped that he would soon find out how to be a qualified cavalry commander and how to fight in the desert.

Abdullah was also well aware of this and had been teaching Lothar unreservedly.

Of course, if Lothar had been an arrogant, self-righteous son of a crusader aristocracy, such treatment would have been absolutely impossible.

If he is too point-in-chief and gives orders indiscriminately, it is even very likely that these nominal "subordinates" will not hesitate to be killed on this desert.

Lothar took out the concentrate from the saddle bag and replenished the mount's strength.

After hurriing on the road, this majestic Arabian war horse had a layer of fine sweat on its body, and even its mane was soaked with a large patch, and it was definitely impossible to carry him on the charge any longer.

Even if it is a transfer, the horse that does not carry people is far from being in good condition at this time.

"How should this tired army fight the enemy?"

Lothar frowned and looked at the swallowtail flag on the spear, with it, it was not impossible to run away from the enemy.

But the question is, what if you run into the enemy again?

It's not far from the heart of Ayyubid rule in Syria.

At this time, Lothar's expression suddenly changed slightly: "Sure enough, it's here." ”

I saw the distance and the dust covered the sky.

The heavy sound of horses' hooves shook the sand and gravel on the ground.

The system's prompt sounds:

Activation Milestone: One Rider for 100 (Single-handedly chiseled through a cavalry team of over 100 men).

Lothar scolded in his heart: I can go to your riding as a hundred, really when I am Lu Fengxian alive?

Abdullah stood beside Lothar and whispered in Gaul: "For the sake of the general, do not be afraid of joy and anger, but at all times you must have faith." ”

Lothar was startled and realized her negligence.

More than 100 cavalrymen, carrying rolling yellow sand, stopped not far away.

The iron armor is shining, and the swords and guns are like a forest.

Behind the cavalry, there was also a large camel caravan, accompanied by the melodious sound of bells, slowly following.

Obviously, the cavalry arrived on camels, and only changed horses nearby.

In the desert, camels are far more endurance than war horses, and the load is much higher, making them more suitable for long walks.

In other words, the physical strength of their mounts is still very abundant.

Lothar carefully observed the other party's armor and equipment, and saw that most of them were disorganized, and only breathed a sigh of relief.

Not as elite as the Mamluks.

The composition of this cavalry is very complex, and the equipment is also varied.

Short spears, hammer spears, scimitars, straight swords, compound bows...

Kite shield, round shield.

Golden armor, black scale armor, earthy yellow cloth armor.

It is by no means an elite division like the Mamluks, whose equipment and tactics are quite uniform.

But that doesn't mean they're easy to deal with.

Lothar glanced back at the crowd, and sure enough, these battle-hardened Kurdish cavalrymen had solemnity written on their faces.

They were well aware that their weary army could hardly compete with an enemy who was outnumbered by an enemy.

It was obvious that Cocob's men had used falcons to inform the enemy to intercept them.

It's just that Lothar doesn't understand.

Why is it that in this border area where Sassanid and Ayyubids meet, where most of them are grass-walled, there are still people who risk offending Saladin to intercept their elite team?

Inputs are not proportional to outputs!

"The flame is above, we are the cavalry under the command of King Saladin, who are you?"

Abdullah stepped forward, his loud voice echoing across the Gobi Desert.

The leader of the other party, a man in golden armor, urged his mount and slowly stepped forward.

He raised his whip and rebuked:

"Sure enough, it is you lackeys of Saladin, this is the territory of the empire under the rule of the king of kings, and you have crossed the border rashly and attacked and killed the governor of the empire, and the crime is unforgivable. If you take out the money you stole from Cocob, maybe I'll let you live. ”

Lothar hurried forward and shouted:

"Coward, do you dare to give your name? Not far ahead, there is Irbid, who is personally stationed by Lord Savertine, and if you dare to do something to us, Lord Savertine will not forgive you. ”

Lothar completely abandoned the idea of escaping, because once the mount's stamina was exhausted, the entire cavalry team would no longer be able to fight back.

Moreover, it is at least a hundred miles away from Irbid. They weren't really Saladin's subordinates, either.

But the leader of the enemy clearly did not know this, and his expression was somewhat solemn.

The "Lord Savodin" in Lothar's mouth was Saladin's nephew.

He was also the governor of Syria appointed by Saladin, and recently marched into the territory of the former state of Edsabe, subduing several Turkic princes.

In this area, it can be described as famous.

"This crappy Kurd, you are a Frank, when will Saladin's army get a Mamluk to call the shots?"

The leader of the enemy said with contempt on his face.

The Franks were actually the Arabs collectively for the Gaul, Albion, and Germanic peoples.

Lothar didn't expect that the Kurdish language, which she had practiced so hard, would suddenly be seen to be lame.

As for the reason why the other party recognized himself as a Mamluk, it was because at this time, a considerable number of Mamluks under Saladin were Franks who had been trafficked.

Especially the poor crusaders, who had nothing but their wealth, and whose only wealth was themselves.

As a result, they were plundered by the Turkic cavalry entrenched in Asia Minor, and often sold into slavery to Sassanid, Ayyubid, and even some princes and nobles in North Africa.

Lothar stopped talking, exchanged a look with Abdullah, signaled for him to stall, and retreated into the group.

The highest level of a lie is to make yourself believe the lie.

Lothar seemed to think of himself as Savodin's cronies at the moment, and his only goal was to stall for time to wait for Savodin's army to come to the rescue.

"Is Your Excellency really determined to be an enemy of my lord?"

Abdullah drew the Damascus scimitar in his hand: "It only took us a quarter of an hour to capture the castle of Kaukb, how long do you think it will take you to deal with us?" ”

The leader of the enemy frowned.

He opened his hand.

A crisp eagle's chirp.

The falcon fell from the sky, its sharp claws clasping the leather armor on his arm.

Abdullah added fuel to the fire and said: "We are only such a small number of people in total, how much wealth can we take away, and what is really valuable is still left in the wooden fort of Coquet." ”

"If you are a wise man, you should know what to do now."

"Whether to start with our small but difficult bones, or to eat really fatty fresh meat, it's all up to you."

The next moment, the Kurdish cavalry drew their swords, mounted their spears, and shouted Kurdish in unison.

There is no tired appearance of rushing for days.

A fierce spirit made the enemy on the opposite side look sideways.