In Saladin's royal tent, chiefs of various clans and feudal lords of all clans gathered.

Saladin sat on the throne in the center and listened to the accusations of the chiefs below: "My king, most of those who have suffered a heavy blow today are our men. ”

"Prince Zahir led our troops on an expedition, and lost half of them in just one round, which is due to the improper command of His Royal Highness the Prince, so I beg that I can personally lead my troops in the next battle."

The sheikh from the Tunisian chiefdom said earnestly.

He didn't want his cavalry to be cannon fodder anymore, and he used light cavalry to fight the elite heavy cavalry of the Franks, what kind of "genius" idea was this?

In his mind, Zahir was an idiot!

A spotted hyena born to a male lion!

Zahir said angrily: "What does this have to do with my misconduct? But if your soldiers are as brave as the Mamluks under my command, and can entangle these Franks for a while longer, these Frankish cavalry will be surrounded and annihilated by the Mamluks of Adil who are following closely! ”

"You!"

The Tunisian chieftain was full of anger: "Is it the fault of our soldiers who did not wear armor and only carried bows and arrows and javelins, and have nothing to do with you, the commander?" ”

Zahir was still a little unconvinced.

But Saladin stopped him: "Shut up, Zahir! ”

He politely said, "Chieftain of Tunisia, I will compensate you for the defeat of the castle of Calle, and now I ask you to forgive my son for the offense he has taken against you." ”

The Tunisian chief hurriedly lowered his head and touched his shoulder with his hand: "Thank you for my king's generosity." ”

Below, another chief stepped forward, and he said: "My king, we cannot continue to spend like this, we have been called by you to join Jihad, we have been delayed for too long, and I have received a letter from my territory in Yemen today saying that the neighboring chiefdoms are preparing to move on my territory, and if this continues, I can only choose to withdraw." ”

Someone immediately replied: "That's right, my king, those Frankish cavalry don't have to worry, just arrange a team of cavalry to intercept, we must win this battle as soon as possible." ”

Saladin was silent for a moment, then nodded:

"Rest assured, I will have a decisive battle with the Crusaders in three days at the latest, and by then they will be exhausted."

Pacify these chiefdom lords and send them away.

Saladin sat back on his throne, his expression a little solemn, his fingers tapping lightly on the papyrus on the table.

He was going to fight a decisive battle with the Crusaders.

Moreover, the army under his command is obviously more advantageous in terms of strength on paper.

But Baldwin IV's tactics were too steady, and the former high-spirited young monarch seemed to have been hardened and stubborn by illness.

In Saladin's view, Baldwin IV's adoption of this tactic was tantamount to chronic suicide!

But he also knew that if he wanted to storm this defense-focused army, he would have to pay huge losses.

You must know that although these large and small chiefdoms are numerous, the soldiers they send are often only a few hundred, adding up to only more than 10,000, and many of them are lost in siege battles.

The remaining 20,000 soldiers were almost all his own soldiers, especially the 4,000 Mamluk cavalry, whose rule over Syria and Egypt would be shaken if they suffered heavy losses.

In this land, too many forces are dormant to resist him.

So Saladin was also hesitating at this time, he did not want to retreat from this, because another failure would shake his prestige.

But he also did not want his army to suffer heavy losses, which would shake his prestige even more, and a male lion on the steppe would even be devoured by hyenas once he lost his claws.

His kingdom, though vast, was not as stable as it appeared on the surface, and in Syria the remnants of the Zanji dynasty were still dormant and secretly contended; In Egypt, the heretics who opposed him were always tempted to raise the banner of rebellion; The Hejaz and the Yemeni chiefs were only nominally subservient to him.

And the Sassanid King!

The titular ruler of the Zoroastrian world, who had the most powerful empire in all of Central Asia, was like a sharp blade hanging over Saladin's head, keeping him awake at night.

Saladin felt a little tired, and he said casually, "Adil, how do you think we should win this battle?" ”

"My king, the infantry of the Franks is not as elite as we think, and most of them are improvised and armed pilgrims."

"As long as the enemy's own army is defeated, the wandering Frankish cavalry, no matter how brave it is, will not be able to make waves."

Adil paused slightly, and then said, "And as long as we get rid of the last elite that the Franks can gather here, more chiefdoms will be willing to participate in Jihad's and serve you." ”

The Kingdom of Jerusalem occupies the most elite part of the entire eastern Mediterranean coast, and its lords are far richer than their poor relatives in Western Europe.

It's a piece of fat that's enough to tempt the lords who are scavenging in the desert.

Saladin was silent for a moment, then called, "Adil, my brother. ”

Adil looked puzzled: "My king? ”

Saladin said in a deep voice: "I am only one step away from Jerusalem, help me and win this battle." ”

"I'll do my best, my king."

Adil said respectfully.

Then.

Adil faintly heard the sound of shouting and killing in his ears, because the sound was a little far away, so he didn't react at the first time.

Some rushed to the tent and were stopped by the Mamluk guards.

In a panic, he cried out to Saladin: "My king, the Franks are coming, and they have rushed into our camp and killed anyone they see. ”

"What?!"

The faces of the two changed drastically.

…

Ten minutes ago.

It was dark, and the plummeting cold made Lothar feel like an ice can.

They had crossed the crusader camp and came to a gentle slope, and below was the Saracen camp, dotted with bonfires, stretching for dozens of miles.

The knights rubbed their stiff hands, took out the riding spears and irises hanging from the saddles, and put them on.

The low temperature in the desert is also not weaker than the scorching sun for the rough travelers.

Lothar came to the front of the battle.

He urged his mount and ran in front of the knights.

Knights wearing different helmets raised their riding spears in their hands.

Lothar didn't speak, he just drew a cross in front of him, and the people understood what he meant—we have to give us miracles, and this battle will be won!

Eight hundred cavalry, lined up, brought an unimaginable deterrent to people.

Lothar saw many familiar figures, and he nodded to them, and then came to the forefront, and the center.

The hussars spontaneously formed a wedge-shaped cone.

Lothar raised his armed sword, carefully crafted by blacksmith Males, and rushed first towards the Saracen barracks, which was far from the eye to see down the dirt slope.

The horse's hooves shook the earth.

The knights lined up in a wedge formation, holding high their spears flying various banners, and silently followed Lothar to charge.

The Saracen camp was so haphazard—at least, the section where Lothar led the assault was not even a wooden wall for defense.

Perhaps it's because wood is so rare in the desert.

It is said that when the Crusaders first stormed Calle Fort, the Zoroastrian army guarding the castle cut down the woods outside the city in advance, and the Crusaders could not even find wood to build siege equipment.

In a word.

The valiant cavalry, without any hindrance, rushed into the enemy's camp like a gust of wind.

The camp was inhabited by troops from the Tunisian chiefdom, who were suddenly awakened by the sound of horses' hooves, and for a moment they didn't even think that someone had launched a night attack on them.

Because for the people of this era, there is no such concept of "night attack" at all!

Even if someone uses this method, the results they can achieve are very limited, and even their own losses are more serious, and over time, no one will use it.

Strange tricks, if they are not rare enough, how can they be said to be strange tricks?

But if the trick is really useful, how can it be rare?

Lothar's blood-stained sword slashed the neck of a soldier who had just stepped out of the tent without even a helmet, and blood trickled down the blade.

The soldier clutched his throat, his face filled with fear and disbelief.

Lothar knew from just looking at his face that the Saracen soldier he had killed was a very young boy who could only be called a child in his original world.

Maybe it's only been a short time since I started high school.

But his mood was no longer touched by this, but he was more concerned about how much experience he was away from reaching the seventh level?

Because he can recover his physical and mental strength, before he upgrades, he must be stuck at a good time and release a wave of ultimate.

The armored cavalry rushed and slaughtered.

The ability to see at night is simply on the hook.

The Saracen soldiers who rushed out of the tent could not even tell who was the enemy and who was their own, so they had to fight on their own, and the strength of the counterattack was frighteningly low.

"Don't fight, follow me!"

"If you are separated from the main army, find the right time to disperse and retreat."

Lothar shouted.

It was only an insignificant corner of the Saracen camp, and what he was looking for was a stable for the Saracens and a place to store food and grass.

Burn the stables to destroy the strongest cavalry of the Saracens.

After burning the grain and grass, they had to withdraw immediately.

But the battlefield was so chaotic that there were too few people who could hear Lothar's shouts in the midst of the street fighting in the camp.

Some of the knights, wearing barrel helmets with only one gap exposed, rushed out for hundreds of meters in a row before they realized that they were far away from the main army.

Fortunately, the enemy did not organize an effective defense at all, and when they realized this, they also began to retreat and reunite with their comrades.

They have night vision and don't run around like headless flies.

Lothar asked, "Frynn, how long can the group night vision last?" ”

Flynn replied, "Half an hour at most, you have to do it as soon as possible." Also, it's impossible for me to use the Mass Blood Waterfall for you any longer during this time. ”

(End of chapter)