The situation on the battlefield gradually became chaotic.

For the vast majority of cavalry commanders, after giving the order to the cavalry to charge, the rest was none of their business.

Because in this chaotic battlefield, it is impossible for the armored cavalry with a narrow field of vision to observe the military flag in Hans's hand at any time.

Many of the knights' cavalry, armed with mounted spears with square and swallowtail flags, rushed out of the battlefield and realized that they had staggered with the Saracen cavalry.

The square flag and the swallowtail flag were the symbols used by the Gallic knights to distinguish the formal knights from the squires, so there was the etiquette of "cutting off the swallowtail" as a canonized knight.

But for the Germanic knights, it was not so exquisite.

Lothar struck through the enemy line and was covered in blood.

Before he could catch his breath, he saw that the leader of the enemy in the rear, who had not prepared to charge, along with his personal guards, was already killing his side.

"Just in time!"

Lotha said.

"Frynn, Mass Bloodfall!"

"Roger!"

Fringira's hands, clasped together under her robes, whispered an ancient Transylvanian incantation.

Lothar and the others, along with the already tired mounts, began to flow rapidly in their bodies, and their hearts were pounding due to the high load, and they only felt that they were now full of energy.

"Charge with me!"

Lothar shouted, and regardless of whether the crowd heard it or not, he once again took the lead and rushed towards the enemy.

On the battlefield, actions are far more powerful than sounds.

Even the hussars, whose feathers were stained with blood, and the rest of the Crusader knights who had followed Lothar to this side, all followed Lothar and charged again.

At this moment, Lothar didn't have time to think about how much damage his side had suffered in the charge just now.

But he could detect that several familiar faces were missing from the hussars.

I must win this battle!

Getting closer to the enemy.

Lothar and his knights, like a pack of wild beasts, crashed into the enemy formation.

...

Ryan and Moder chose the right time to charge, and it was definitely the most opportune opportunity.

They each led a small group of Varangian guards to act as the vanguard, taking the lead and boosting the morale of the armored sergeants.

These heavy infantry clad in layers of chain mail and armed with two-handed axes were not at all capable of being harmed by the cavalry bows of Saracen's light horsemen.

Under the leadership of the Varangian guards, the armored sergeants were about to rush forward and besiege the Mamluk heavy cavalry who had just fought with the Crusader knights.

These light horsemen originally wanted to rely on the suppression of bows and arrows to ruin the plans of the knights to stay behind the camp, so they had to draw their spears and straight swords and charge the knights.

Their task was to delay the Order's sergeants before the Mamluk heavy cavalry could eat the opposing cavalry.

Even if it's to sacrifice yourself for this.

"Die, bitch!"

Seeing his chance, Moder dodged the spear of the Saracen light rider in front of him, leaned short, swung his axe, and severed his mount's legs.

In an instant, people turned on their backs.

As soon as the light rider hit the ground, he was struck into a sieve with spears by the crusaders who rushed to him.

Another Varangian guard, who wanted to follow his example, was accidentally knocked to the ground by a spear, but after a moment he got up from the ground with a curse.

"Surround it, surround it, you must entangle those Saracen heavy horses, and you can't give them a chance to charge again!"

Ryan let out a hoarse growl.

Many of the Crusader sergeants also began to fight their hards.

They knew very well that having lost their cavalry, they had no choice but to die in the face of the Mamluk heavy cavalry, which was both good at mounted archery and had devastating impact.

You must support your own cavalry team!

The Varangian guards are like land tanks, their combat skills are skillful, and they cooperate with each other tacitly, which is simply not something that this group of Saracen light cavalry can deal with.

The armored sergeants were lined up in small phalanxes, like Lin's spears stabbing out, advancing continuously, and these Saracen light horsemen could not stop their charge.

Soon, the armored sergeants were engaged in battle with the enemy's Mamluk heavy cavalry.

They dismounted the horsemen with their spears, and immediately a sergeant with a short sword held down the fallen cavalryman, tore off his helmet and stabbed him down.

A sergeant with a happy face had just put on the peaked helmet he had taken from the Mamluk cavalry when he was pierced in the chest by a charging Mamluk cavalryman.

The Mamluk cavalrymen, well aware that they were being divided and surrounded by the Crusader soldiers, began to consciously retreat in groups.

As long as they are given a little opportunity, these elite slave cavalry are still not an existence that these armored sergeants mixed with a large number of hastily trained recruits can fight.

...

Ahead.

With the cavalry under the command of Lothar, they collided with Prince Zahir's personal guards.

One by one, the cavalry was stabbed by the enemy's cavalry spears and fell from their horses.

At this time, you can see what kind of advantages the hussars under the command of Lothar have compared with the knights of this era.

Movements are more flexible and combat skills are more proficient.

The speed with which they harvested the lives of the enemy even left a huge psychological shadow on some of the Mamluk cavalry.

After this battle, they replied to Saladin: "The demons with feathers are so agile in their movements, they don't even wear shields, and they can make all sorts of movements on horseback, but their bright, even mirrored armor that reflects bright light, is so indestructible. ”

Covered in blood, Lothar finally made his way to the enemy leader.

Looking at the shocked expression on the other party's face, he slashed down with a sword, and through the strengthened power of the blood waterfall, he directly overturned it.

"Don't kill him, he's the Honorable One!"

The eunuch's high-pitched voice sounded, and it sounded in pure French with the emphasis of the Gallic court.

Lothar kicked him over, and pointed his sword against the opponent's throat: "Tell your subordinates to stop resisting immediately, or I will cut the neck of this 'Venerable One'!" ”

Zahir, who fell to the ground, was full of unwillingness and anger: "Impossible, kill if you want to!" As the son of Saladin, I will never surrender to you despicable Frankish barbarians! ”

He couldn't figure it out at all, obviously he could have the upper hand when he was studying with the court teachers, and he was even praised by many people.

But how could it be so ridiculous to be defeated like a child in front of the Frankish leader in front of him?

Lothar was slightly stunned: "Is it Saladin's son?" Which one? ”

The eunuch said, "It is Zahir, the youngest son of my king's favorite, and you can exchange him for a high ransom, but please do not hurt him!" ”

Ding——

The prompt sound of the system sounds.

You officially participated in a kingdom-level battle between the Ayyubid Kingdom and the Kingdom of Jerusalem.

You belong to the Kingdom of Jerusalem.

Your current contribution in this campaign is: 500, which is currently in third place, behind Count Raymond and Count Raynald.

After the battle ends, rewards will be calculated depending on whether the battle is won or not, as well as the degree of contribution you have made.