Chapter 225: Jeanne Sets Out on the Expedition
"Attack! Attack! β
In a hurry, the leader of the Mamluks shouted and raised his spears: "Their retreat has been blocked, they are killing themselves!" β
"The flame burns forever, supreme and great, and the time has come to wash away the shame!"
The Mamluks, clad in black scale armor and spears, reluctantly began to speed up their lives in the manner of a spear charge learned from the Franks.
In the sky, a huge black falcon overlooks the ground.
The silver-gray waves, and the black waves, launched a fierce hedge in the canyon.
Otto gasped, his covered helmet revealing only his eyes, leaving him too late to observe his surroundings.
As he staggered past the first enemy, he heard Katsa's spear break at the sound of his hand.
The spearhead was probably broken in the other party's ribs.
Without the slightest hesitation, he smoothly removed the armor-piercing hammer from his saddle, ducked the short javelin thrown by the enemy, and propped up his iris shield to block the enemy's attacks.
Upon contact with the second enemy, he smashed the armor-piercing hammer into the helmet of the opposite Mamluk with his backhand.
The opponent's mouth and nose immediately burst out with dirty blood, and the war horse was planted directly.
"A bunch of Saracen mongrels, I can't beat Lothar, I can't beat you?"
Otto couldn't help but have a feeling of raising his eyebrows in his heart, he had been pressed and beaten by Lothar since he was a child in knight training, but it didn't mean that he was a clerk who could only use his pen.
Kengββ
The force of the iron spear stabbed from the opposite side almost knocked Otto off his horse, and he could even hear the sound of metal deformation, and the head of the spear broke and was embedded in his abdominal armor.
Bang β
Ulm, with a warhammer in hand, swept past him and easily knocked an enemy to the ground.
Although Zahn's Mamluks are also elite, they can't be compared with Saladin, or even Zahir's Mamluks, in terms of individual combat skills, they are completely crushed.
Bang β
Something slammed into the back of Otto's head, and the loud sound from the iron helmet shook his head, but the mount was castrated and carried him on.
Finally, the eyes suddenly opened up.
The number of enemies was not much, and he had managed to cut through the opponent's formation.
Otto's chest was panting, and the sweat completely soaked the silk shirt underneath, but he did not dare to take off his helmet for fear of being shot through the back of the head by an arrow from the enemy.
All the way to a long distance.
He stopped.
Looking back, the hussars were following him in embarrassment, some of them just had their feathers cut off behind them, and the armor and stomach on everyone's body were scarred and dented.
There was even a hussar with a hatchet embedded in the gap in the shoulder armor.
The hussar took off his axe, and blood splattered out, making him grin in pain.
Ulm grabbed the reins and shouted, "No one rushed out." β
"Fast-legged Robert, John Jr., and Jackson."
The hussars said babblingly, their expressions a little sad.
The number of enemies was so great that it was impossible for them to turn back and rescue their comrades.
Ulm breathed a sigh of relief.
Only three people were lost, which is already the best result.
If they were to be shot by this group of horse-wielding horsemen in the open field and shoot their mounts in a round, they would definitely be defeated.
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"They died for righteousness and righteousness, and the Father will bless them to ascend to the kingdom of heaven."
Ulm did not hesitate to say: "Now, the enemy's footsteps have been delayed by us, immediately retreat and return to the nearest fortress!" β
A group of hussars continued to run to the other end of the canyon.
...
The Mamluk leader looked angrily at the wounded and corpses that had fallen to the ground.
Some of the Mamluks, who had only broken their legs, or who had been thrown off their horses and trampled by their mounts, were enduring the pain and wailing.
He looked at the hussars in the distance with hatred on his face. It is clear that it is impossible to pursue at this time.
He ordered, "Look at how many corpses they have left behind." β
A moment later, a Mamluk stepped forward and whispered, "Faris, only one of them died, and the other two were knocked unconscious and fell from their horses." β
"In other words, we killed and injured a dozen people, and only one person on the other side was replaced?"
The leader's face became more and more ugly, as if he had been slapped in the face.
"Don't hurt their lives, it's our spoils."
At this time, the sound of dense horses' hooves sounded.
The other Mamluk cavalry, which had arrived at the bread, had just rushed to the battlefield and were silent for a while.
Pursuing ten enemies with fifty, not only did they not catch them, but they were beaten badly by the enemy.
This is a great disgrace.
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On the hillside.
Zahn listened to the leader's report full of shame, but there was not much dissatisfaction on his face.
He even took it for granted.
After all, that day in AlaindelΓ©, the hussars led by Jeanne enjoyed her aura bonus, which was much stronger than the hussars led by Ulm.
He lifted the Mamluk leader who was kneeling on the ground: "It's not your fault, I've heard that some Bedouin tribesmen are able to gain more power by tattooing their bodies. β
"These Frankish barbarians have evil wizards, and their cavalry has naturally been infused with evil forces, and it is already a great achievement that you can capture two alive."
"It would be nice to bring them back, let the doctor treat their wounds, treat them well, and torture them to find out the secret to training them."
The Mamluk leader was slightly stunned and respectfully received the order.
He was very surprised by the transformation of his own adult, from the original greedy and short-sighted, irritable and irritable, to the current approachable and broad-minded, it was like a different person.
If we can continue like this, even if we don't regain the lost territory, we will definitely be able to rebuild the foundation, right?
The leader thought.
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Port Ella.
With her sword on her shoulder, Jeanne strode into the room.
Looking at Lothar, who was sleeping groggily on the bed, he couldn't help frowning: "Why are you still asleep?" β
Prajna said in a calm tone: "My lord said, appoint you as the chief knight of Ila Harbor, and all military affairs will be entrusted to you alone, and there is no need to ask him for instructions. β
Jeanne rolled her eyes, "I know, but this time is not the same as in the past, and the current adults have the most powerful group attack spells among us." β
"If the enemy is lined up in a dense phalanx, and a dragon's breath sweeps by, the power is even more terrifying than the artillery of our time."
Prajna asked, "How many enemies are coming?" If the army is pressing, the enemy has heavy baggage, siege engines, light and heavy infantry, and I don't know how much time it will take on the road, and it is not bad for this effort. β
"If it's just a small group of enemies, you can solve it yourself, and you don't have to wake up the adults."
Jeanne couldn't help but look sideways.
What this ghost girl said seems to make sense.
Coors was on the sidelines, and made a respectful suggestion: "Madam Jeanne, I remember that the adults have always expected that neighbor to take the initiative to provoke a fight. β
Jeanne frowned her heroic sword eyebrows: "So, do you want to show weakness to the enemy?"
But those civilians on the border, do they have to give up like this? β
Coors said in a low voice: "This is where our subordinates should solve problems for our lords. β
"Heh, vampires, they're just vampires."
Jeanne snorted coldly.
Coors looked at her expressionlessly, and said no more.
Fringira was a little resentful: "Curles also has good intentions. β
Jeanne said coldly: "But his kindness is against my creed. β
"Pass my order, immediately let all the hussars assemble and set off with me, the Black Eagle Banner and the Earlguard's Guard are temporarily ready to defend the city, once they are called, except for a hundred-man team with the help of the Siegfried Tower, stationed on the city wall, the rest will set off under the leadership of the Hans Knight."
Hans frowned and said, "Is there too few peasant soldiers leaving only one hundred-man team?" β
"At the very least, you should leave the earl's guards in Earla Haven, right?"
"There are militias in Al Harbor, if there is a large group of enemies sneaking up, it is enough to recruit them to defend the city, if it is only a small group of enemies, it is enough to have you here."
Jeanne looked solemn, and after wearing a black dragon scale armor, the gray cloak flew around. She bowed slightly to Prajna and Fringira: "The safety of my lord will be left to the two of you." β
Then, he left without looking back.