Hans, wearing a winged helmet, silently raised his spear and formed a small flank with three hussars.

At this critical juncture, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind: if he let his instructor know that he was the cavalry commander of the hussars, that old stubborn expression would be very exciting.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered.

It's obviously only five cavalrymen, but it gives people a terrifying illusion of thousands of troops.

Leonard had just climbed the hill at this time.

He hesitated for only a moment, and then began to disassemble the wheels behind the pack horse.

"Poor old Leonard, you will definitely die here today, but you can't watch the Son chosen by the Father return to heaven in front of you."

"That's something that only Judas can do."

He babbled, and from behind the carriage, with difficulty, he took out a riding spear and carried it on his shoulder.

"Holy Son, I'm here!"

Nobody paid any attention to him.

In the chaos of the battlefield, no one could hear his fear-mixed roar.

These iron knights armed with spears, like sharp hot knives, easily cut through the formation of buttery nomadic cavalry.

At such a short distance, riding a bow can only shoot one round.

And this round, their weak arrows could not penetrate the armor of the cavalry at all.

Perhaps by conducting guerrilla warfare in the desert terrain, the Crusader knights had indeed undergone a tactical revolution and had transformed from Ghulam to elite Mamluk slave cavalry.

However, hussars, converted from hussars, are lighter and faster.

The opponent was a group of Bedouin nomadic cavalry, not Mamluk cavalry, who had undergone rigorous military training since childhood, and were trained entirely according to the war machine.

Lothar's powerful heart was beating violently at this moment.

The blood flow skyrockets.

A buff spell called the Blood Waterfall doubled the strength in Lothar's hands in a short period of time.

The rifle pierced the shield of a Bedouin cavalryman and broke in it.

Lothar immediately drew his armed sword and slashed at the enemy around him.

With the momentum of the war horse.

The enemy's shield, along with the back arm, was easily cut off by an armed sword.

Prajna's black shield, like a sharp chainsaw, spun at great speed in her hand.

The enemy in front of her was immediately twisted into a storm of flesh and blood, and the ghost-faced relief, who had not eaten for a long time, had a full smile on its face.

Frigila whispered a spell.

The blood splattered on the battlefield turned into sharp blades, slicing through the bodies of enemies in pieces.

It's sorcery!

Horror from the Franks!

There was a hint of fear in the eyes of the bandit leader Abud, who was overseeing the battle: "No wonder I feel fear in them, no wonder he promised so confidently that he would give us forgiveness, and it turned out to be true!" ”

As a falconer, he also possesses extraordinary strength.

But it is precisely because of the same extraordinary strength that Aboud knows better that the terrifying power on the other party, compared to himself, is undoubtedly the gap between the giant python and the earthworm.

"Retreat, retreat!"

He shouted hoarsely.

However, in the chaos of the battlefield, no one could hear what he was saying.

A man in a brown turban and black armor let out a deafening roar: "Flame burns forever, supreme and great, people favored by the flame, charge with me!" ”

Forward and forward.

More and more people are dying on the enemy's mounted spears, broadswords, and strange spells.

Fortunately, the morale of the bandit group was soon shattered.

The reason why this group of desert pirates has been able to crisscross the Jordan River valley for so many years is not because of how powerful they are.

Rather, it is due to their leader, Aboud's falcon, and their contacts who have been operating in the land for a long time.

In terms of frontal combat effectiveness, the knights under Renard's command can annihilate this rabble in the desert with just one charge.

Lothar, covered in blood, shouted a fierce battle, and after killing the enemy in a cross, the hussars under his leadership once again charged the enemy.

At this time, the collapse of this desert pirate group has become a prairie fire.

Lothar reined in his mount, he looked at Furengilla, saw that she nodded slightly, and then shouted: "No need to chase, gather the enemy's mount, and rest in place." ”

He approached Frigila and asked, "Do you know where their lair is?" ”

Fringira nodded, "I've placed tracking marks on some of the robbers, so I don't need to cast any more spells. ”

Lothar nodded and began to clean up the battlefield.

Broken shields and scales, broken spears and arrows... Some useful and useless rags were all sold by Lothar.

The final value was 165 Souledes.

He looked up and looked at Leonard, who was staring at him with a smile on his face.

"It's a miracle!"

Leonard muttered, "Only the Son can turn a group of recruits who have never been on the battlefield into elite cavalrymen who have never been on the battlefield; Only the Son can summon a messenger from heaven overnight from nothing and build a beautiful palace; Only the Holy Son can make these murderous weapons disappear without a trace. ”

Perhaps due to the influence of the statue of the archangel, although Leonard still can't change his natural timidity, his loyalty to Lothar is beyond doubt.

Lothar walked over to Leonard, the old guy who had had no effect in the battle just now.

The short pack horse he was riding, before he could rush up, this rampant desert bandit was easily wiped out by Lothar.

Leonard was taken aback by the murderous aura that came to Lothar's body, and subconsciously knelt on the ground and said, "Master, my lord, please forgive me." ”

Lothar shouted, "Leonard, stand up. ”

Leonard got up from the ground trembling.

Lothar pointed to his nose and said, "You've stood my test, Leonard, your mistakes have been written off, but I hope that in the future, you won't make similar mistakes again." The Father favors the brave, not the cowardly. ”

Leonard nodded again and again, "I will definitely not make the same mistake again in the future." ”

"Arise, come with me back to Yogrusburg, gather all my men, and tonight we will pluck out this cancer of the Jordan Valley."

...

Fort Cork.

The hall of the lords, brightly lit.

The countess, dressed in a high-waisted dress and a jeweled gold crown on her head, sat on her throne.

She was far taller than the average woman, even muscular, with a sharp sword at her waist, and she was the Countess of Renard.

Generations have been in charge of Jordanian territory.

She generously entertained every knight and nobleman who came to the door, and often held grand banquets and knightly competitions, which earned her the reputation of "the knight in the skirt".

At this moment, she was sitting high on the throne, listening to the reports of her subordinates.

"Oh? Our new neighbor is coming to visit me? ”

She couldn't help but sneer: "Finally, I can't hold it back, it seems that the money is a huge amount of money that is difficult to give up for him, the little baron." ”

"It's just that the little lord in the countryside just doesn't understand the rules, doesn't he even understand the fact that he has to prepare gifts in advance before visiting the honorable?"

The subordinate said with a compliment: "Madam, the Earl has written to us to give him some color and see, is it just the right opportunity to turn away this country baron?" ”

Lady Stephanie snorted coldly, "Of course not, let him come." I'll give him the treatment he deserves, and I've heard rumors about this Baron of Lothar, who once killed a werewolf with his own hands, and I'd love to see what kind of brave knight can fight a monster like a werewolf. ”