"Stand back, knights."

Lothar took off his helmet and shouted, "Please obey my commands, I am here to save my lost comrades, not to leave the lives of many more of them." ”

"I know that you are all warriors who regard death as their destiny, but the kingdom cannot afford to withstand any greater loss, even for the sake of the kingdom's safety, I hope you can save yourselves."

"Your Majesty appointed me as the commander of the cavalry company, and it is a big mistake to make an irrational decision, and it would be a big mistake if you insist on returning with me."

The excited knights fell silent.

In Lothar's face they saw an undeniable firmness, as if the supreme monarch would not allow any change once the words had fallen.

"Baron Goldfrey, next, they'll be handed over to you!"

Goldfrey nodded.

His expression was a little complicated.

He didn't understand why Lothar had made such a choice, knowing that there were also "enemies" like Amalric and Guy who had a bad relationship with them.

I am also a little envious that Count Werner, an old friend, has such an outstanding son.

He watched as Lothar turned around, and more than a dozen hussars followed him, silent, like a statue, rendering a magnificent atmosphere.

One of the knights whispered, "The enemy is strong, fearless. ”

"Protecting the weak is worthy of heaven."

The knights whispered about chivalric virtues, they had thought it was just an inspiring slogan, and they had never imagined that anyone in this world could do it.

"Heavenly Father willing, may Baron Lothar return safely."

The knights drew a cross in front of them, and many of them had questioned why Lothar had taken the position of Grand Master, and many of them had cursed and scolded this "fortunate man" in private.

But now, they just sighed that even if His Majesty the King was suffering from a serious disease, he was still the young hero, with the discerning eye for people.

The horse's hooves kicked up puffs of dust on the ground.

Lothar knew that she wasn't as radiant as she seemed.

The reason for returning is that the purpose of saving people can only be ranked second at best.

The first is to level up and play as many "contributions" as possible.

At the interface of the kingdom war, although his contribution has surpassed that of Renard of Chatillon, he is still a long way from Count Raymond of Tripoli.

Because Count Raymond sent a full 5,000 soldiers to participate in the Northern Expedition, his "weight" was too high.

According to the system's calculation of the contribution, the enemy killed by the soldiers directly belonging to Lothar can be counted according to the 100% contribution on his head, but the soldiers temporarily assigned to him can only count 50% of the enemy.

Moreover, Lothar weighed the danger of this trip, and to be honest, with Prajna, Hans, and the hussars to protect it, the danger was not high.

In a Saracen tent.

The candle on the table reflected a miserable white face.

Ulm gritted his teeth, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and his calves swollen all over.

After Andreas fell from his horse, he rushed forward to save him without thinking, but was hit in the calf by an enemy who had been ambushed and smashed with a hammer.

Andreas was fine, he was vigilantly guarding the entrance of the tent, and suddenly said in a hurried tone: "The enemy is going to search for it, what now?" ”

Ulm whispered, "What else can be done?" Run! Grab a horse from the enemy and just find a way to rush it. ”

"And what do you do?"

Ulm sneered: "I'm like this, don't you still want to take me along?" Don't be stupid, our lives belong to adults, not wasted! ”

Andreas gritted his teeth, shook his head and said, "No, I can't leave you, you were injured to save me, I have to take you with me." ”

This former little slave is now full of determination.

Ulm stared at him for a moment, and then was defeated: "Then set a fire and mix the water." ”

Fortunately, the tent where they were hiding belonged to a tribal chieftain and was equipped with candles, otherwise there would not have been a kindling for a fire.

The fire soon spread.

Andreas carried Ulm on his back and ran at a high speed under the cover of the tent.

But they have lost their mounts.

How could you escape from this vast camp on a single leg?

Soon, a group of Saracen warriors, armed with straight swords and round shields, surrounded them with a general.

"Surrender, I've heard of you feathered cavalry, and if you promise to be my Mamluks, I'll promise to spare your lives."

The voice of the Saracen general rang out.

But before Ulm could reply, a spear forged of blood slammed through the back of his head, the tip of which protruded from his mouth.

The sound of horses' hooves approached quickly.

Lothar glanced at the two of them and urged: "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and retreat." ”

Ulm was stunned, and he said, "My lord, how can you personally take risks because of us?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Lothar gently knocked him on the shoulder with the tip of his sword: "It's just that if you hurt your leg, you should be fine to fight on horseback, right?" ”

Ulm raised his head: "Till death!" ”

Guy led a squad of cavalry and charged through the camp.

Most of the horse's physical strength had been consumed, and these precious animals were gasping violently at the moment, and the speed of running began to slow down, and every knight felt their exhaustion.

They had slaughtered almost all the enemies in the camp, but there were too many new enemies coming from all sides.

Then.

Guy suddenly shouted, "These tents are filled with food!" ”

"Quick, get the fire!"

When the knights heard this, they jumped off their mounts and poured the coals from the brazier into the tents full of food, and the flames spread at once.

Fortunately, there was no wind tonight, otherwise the wind would have fueled the fire, and the fire would not have spread to any other place.

With the help of haystacks and other objects, they re-mounted their mounts.

At this moment, a melodious horn sound came from afar.

"Oh no, according to the agreed time, it's time for us to evacuate!"

Amalric was so anxious that he was a little dispossessed.

"Brother, what do we do now? If nothing else, a dozen of us would be left stranded in Saracen's camp. This is surrounded by an army of 30,000 infidels! ”

Guy was also at a loss.

He wasn't a complete fool, but he was more than brave, and the muscles in his head were far superior to his insignificant intelligence.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have made a move to kidnap Lionheart's mother, Eleanor of Aquitaine.

"I don't know what to do, let's do my best!"

Amalric opened his mouth, he wanted to say that he was noble, he had a lot of property in Jerusalem, and there was no need to fight the enemy here.

As long as he surrenders, he can spend a ransom in exchange for his own life.

The pagan king is said to be not a murderous tyrant like King Zangi.

"For the Father, for Jerusalem, for the glory of Lusignan!"

But before Amalric could speak, Guy shouted a slogan, raised his armed sword, and charged towards the enemy.

"Heavenly Father, bless you."

Amalric hesitated, but emboldened himself to chase after him.

(End of chapter)