The sun is scorching.

The battlefield smelled of blood.

The fallen war horses and floating corpses attracted the vultures hovering in the sky, as if the clouds were obscuring the sun.

Lothar said in Kurdish: "Eunuch, order them to stop for your master, otherwise, I will kill them all, we already have an absolute advantage!" ”

The eunuch's expression was indifferent, and he didn't seem to have much worry about being in such a dangerous situation.

He bowed his head respectfully and saluted: "You can do this." ”

"Because I have no right to order the Prince's personal guards, nor am I obligated to help His Highness the Prince save the only armed forces that still support him."

Zahir's face on the side changed drastically.

Indeed, Aleppo and Northern Syria, now in the hands of Savoddin, have lost his source of troops, and if he loses this loyal Mamluk guard, he will be a hollow prince completely.

When the time comes, not to mention fighting for the throne, it will be impossible to get back your own territory.

He hurriedly shouted: "I will make them stop, Frankish chief, and we will stop fighting at once!" ”

Lothar sneered: "Strike the war and make peace? ”

"You're mistaken, I want unconditional surrender!"

Zahir screamed: "No, it can't be, don't think I don't know what your idea is, you want to execute my subordinates after they lay down their arms, this is what you Franks do!" ”

Lothar's tone was solemn: "I swear in the name of King Baldwin that after you and your subordinates lay down their arms and surrender, I will not harm your lives, and as long as Saladin pays the ransom, I will send you back intact." ”

At this point, the situation has completely turned in its favor.

But the Mamluk guards under Prince Zahir were indeed very brave, and for every second of fighting with them, more soldiers of the Order were killed.

If it continues to fight like this, the Knights will definitely be greatly damaged, and in the next war, it is estimated that they will only be able to watch the show.

"If you don't agree, I don't mind killing them all - after all, the blood debt of the slaughter village still needs to be repaid!"

Seeing that Zahir was still hesitating.

A hint of fierceness flashed in Lothar's eyes: "Ulm, tie up this Saladin's son for me, and the rest of the people will continue to fight with me!" ”

The effect of the Blood Falls isn't over yet.

He's going to kill him!

It just so happens that he is about to level up.

Fuck benevolence and morality, it's really on such a tragic battlefield, he doesn't want to care about anything now, and the anger in his chest is eager to set off a massacre immediately!

"No, no, I agreed."

"I'll make them lay down their arms!"

Zahir's face was gray, and the pride in his heart had been lost.

"Hopefully, you'll do what you promised."

He shouted orders to his guards: "Order everyone to retreat, go to the mound over there and wait for my orders, and fight against this group of Franks no more." ”

As he spoke, the Mamluk cavalry, who still wanted to rush up to the rescue of his master, did not hesitate and began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Zahir reminded: "Franks, you should order your men to retreat, and I swear by the Sacred Fire and the honor of the sons of Saladin that I will keep my promise and not let them escape, but I do not want my guards to be slaughtered for no reason, lest your honor and mine be dishonored." ”

Lothar nodded.

If Zahir chooses to directly order his Mamluk cavalry to lay down their arms, those under both sides who have already killed the red-eyed will not hesitate to give these orders.

With the sound of the trumpet.

The sporadic fighting on both sides gradually came to an end.

The Mamluk cavalry withdrew in an orderly manner, but some of the red-eyed knight cavalry still roared and wanted to charge.

Napoleon once said that two Mamluk cavalry must be better than three Gallic cavalry, but a thousand Gallic cavalry must be better than fifteen hundred Mamluk cavalry.

This phrase is used to describe the Mamluk cavalry, which is brave in personal martial arts, but low in organization.

But in this day and age it's quite the opposite.

Compared with the well-trained Mamluk guards, the knights under the command of Lothar were superior in terms of personal martial arts and morale, but their organization was far behind.

"Clean up the battlefield and count casualties."

Lothar said to Hans, who was beside him, "Go and do your duty as commander." ”

"Prince Zahir, now you can order your subordinates to come and surrender, and I will restrain my subordinates so that they will not harass you."

Prince Zahir let out a long sigh: "Good. ”

He put his index finger and thumb to his mouth, blew a sharp whistle, and the next moment, a mighty falcon swooped down from among the vultures circling in the sky.

Zahir looked at the eunuch: "Harry, bring me my pen and paper." ”

After a slight pause, he said to Lothar, "I will write two letters, one to my subordinates, ordering them to surrender, and the other to my father, begging him to pay a ransom to ransom me and my men." ”

"Write it in Kurdish, and I'll read it when I'm done."

Lothar warned, "Don't play tricks, don't think about your father sending a large army to surround you, I promise that before then, I will kill you with my own hands!" ”

Zahir smiled bitterly, "My father, the greatest king of the Zoroastrian world, how could he send a large army deep into the enemy territory to save a son who did not become an enemy because he fell into the hands of the enemy?" ”

Lothar nodded, and said to Ulm and the others beside him: "Ulm, you take three hussars and 'protect' our prince Zahir every step of the way, and no one is allowed to approach, not even our people. ”

Although there are relatively few fanatics in the Royal Knights, Lothar does not dare to guarantee that there will be no one like Renard, who would rather break his oath and give up the ransom than kill the infidels.

It's not madness.

After a war, the two sides have long been as deep as the sea.

...

Next, the Royal Knights set up camp in an oasis near the village.

The battlefield had been cleared, and the Knights were wielding shovels, intending to lay their comrades in the ground.

To Lothar's surprise, no one expressed displeasure in his approach.

On the battlefield, Lothar led the team to personally charge and kill, and with a decisive heroic act, he had conquered all the members of the Knights.

This was vividly reflected when he was patrolling the wounded barracks.

Many of the wounded soldiers, even with one arm broken, still managed to get up and greet Lothar.

"If only Uldin were here."

Lothar sighed in her heart.

Then he realized that even if Ulding was there, his mental power would not be able to support him to save many people.

Seeing the actions of a "priest accompanying the army", Lothar couldn't help but scold: "He has lost too much blood, and you still have to cut open his wounds and bleed, do you think he died fast enough?" ”

"I warn you, don't use that unreliable bloodletting therapy, haven't you forgotten the battlefield first aid techniques taught to you by the hussar company?"

"The water source is right next to it, immediately bring me boiling water to disinfect!"

Lothar walked out of the camp, and Hans came in just in time, his face sad.

Lothar asked, "The statistics are out?" ”

"Well, my lord, we have a total of one hundred and fifty killed, of which thirty-six horsemen and twelve knights, and the number of wounded will be doubled."

"What about the hussars and the Varangian guard? Is it included in it too? ”

"Yes, my lord, the hussars have lost four men, and no one in the Varangian Guard has been killed, only two have been slightly wounded."

Lothar sighed lightly.

War makes man contempt for life.

In the past, Lothar hated the slaughter of the weak.

But this time, it didn't even take him to pay the bloody debt, even though Prince Zahir had just ordered a bloody cleansing of a village, perhaps because it was not his fiefdom.

"My lord, when are we going to do it?"

Lothar said helplessly, "Hans, I'm not a contract breaker... At least, not this time. ”

A hint of shock flashed in Hans's eyes, and then he said, "My lord, I understand your scruples, after all, we have lost so much, and we must make up for it. ”

"If only you could understand."

Lothar clenched her fists.