On a high ground a few kilometers from Arish.

Yasar raised an arm, and in the sky, a falcon quickly landed on the bracer on his arm like an arrow from a string.

He looked down at the Crusader cavalry encamped on the edge of the ruins of the town, and could not help admiring: "All armor, men and horses are equipped, the army is neat, and the discipline is strict. Those, I guess it's the Praetorian Guard of Lothar, right? ”

"Yes, sir."

The guard beside him said respectfully.

Yasar's eyes were full of envy: "It seems that it is even more elite than the Kasaji guard of King Saladin, if I can have such a Mamluk guard, where can I only be a hunting dog guarding the door until now?" ”

"Your Excellency's burning of Arish this time is enough to prove your loyalty, and Governor Adil must also see that in the future, sooner or later, you will have to take over one side."

"I hope so."

Yasar was silent for a moment, then spoke, "Send the men of the Mor tribe to attack." ”

"But these Franks seem to have been prepared."

"A good hunter, no matter how well prepared the prey is, there are still flaws to be found in the end."

Yasar smiled and said, "I believe that the excellent warriors of Mor will definitely be able to accomplish this difficult task—for the sake of the Eternal Flame, for the sake of King Saladin, and for the sake of more fertile pastures. ”

He raised his glass, a hint of gloom flashing through the smile on his face.

"Give this golden cup to Chief Moor, and say that if he burns the Franks' wagons, when he returns to Cairo, I will make it my decision to seal him a piece of lush pasture that can feed a tribe of thirty thousand men."

"Yes!"

Dreem's cavalry, somewhat weary, walked through the desert.

The carriage behind him, creaking and creaking as he walked, was full of grain, grass, and jugs.

This was the first task of the heavy cavalry company after joining the heavy cavalry company, which was neither a frontal battle, nor a surprise attack behind enemy lines, but a hard work of escorting grain and grass.

But just because it's hard work doesn't mean it's not important.

Drem knows better than anyone how important it is to march in the desert and carry a baggage team.

"Man, I heard that you are also a knight canonized by Lord Marquis himself, right?"

A middle-aged knight stepped forward to talk.

"Then you must have felt a miracle, right?"

"Miracles?"

"It's the knowledge that comes to you out of thin air, as if you were a battle-hardened soldier - but you know exactly what we were like before."

"You too?"

"Of course, this is a divine favor given to us by God with the help of the hands of the Marquis."

Drem smiled and drew a cross in front of him.

Then.

A dark cloud flashed overhead.

He subconsciously raised his head, and immediately saw the shadow of an eagle, fleeting in the clouds.

"It's a pagan falcon!"

He immediately reached for the spear that hung from the saddle.

"Take it easy, man."

The knight smiled and held up the wine bag full of wine: "The innkeeper said that it is a fine wine from Provence, do you want to bring some?" ”

Dreem shook his head a little anxiously, "Didn't you see those falcons?" The Saracens have noticed us, and you still have the heart to drink? Don't you know how important the supplies we are escorting are? ”

The knight burped: "Come on, if it's really important, how can the above only arrange for us to escort the eggs of the recruits?" ”

"Camel boy, don't think of yourself as a unique and intelligent person, Lord Marquis is not a fool."

The middle-aged knight scratched his oily beard: "Wait and see, if those heretic cubs really think that we are just a defenseless food transport team, they will definitely suffer a big loss." ”

Dreem's tense body gradually relaxed.

Like the middle-aged knight, he also has an unconditional trust in Lothar like a god: "I have to admit that what you said makes a lot of sense. But brother, are you drinking too much? This is a violation of military discipline. ”

"Hah!"

The middle-aged knight threw the wine bag over, and Drem looked down and sniffed, and found that there was no smell of wine, which was clearly a bag of water.

In response to Dreem's puzzled eyes, he smiled and said, "You are very right, escorting the military is an important job, fortunately you didn't think about tasting two bites just now, otherwise I would have stabbed you to the baggage officer to let you receive the whip." ”

Drem muttered a Kurdish sentence that he had not expected that he would almost step into the trap of this honest and honest looking fellow.

"Hey, I know you're scolding me, but that's my job."

He patted his chest, which had a special coat of arms on it: "See, the Inquisitor's sign - don't look at me like that, outsiders often misunderstand us, thinking that we are all a bunch of villains who like to snitch and betray friends." Last time, the company commander of the Fifth Infantry Brigade withheld food from the soldiers, but we still solved it. We not only maintain military discipline, but also protect your group of big-headed soldiers from being beaten and scolded by their commanders at every turn, and their salaries will be deducted. ”

Drame was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I understand, don't forget, I am also a knight of the Imperial Order, although I am still a rookie, I know no less than you." ”

"Hah, that's right."

By this time the sky had gradually sunk and was no longer as hot as it had been at noon, and Drem, riding on horseback, could not help but feel a sense of lethargic fatigue, and this long, dull march was the most likely to make people sleepy.

"Wake up!"

The sound startled Drem and nearly fell off his horse.

"Silence, do you see the col ahead? If the enemy wants to sneak up on us, this is the place to go. ”

"Why?"

"Because we are about to arrive near Arish, which is the garrison of the army, full of sentry sentry, and our falcons come out and hover from time to time, and the enemy has no chance to attack at all."

Dreem perked up: "Okay, I see, I'll wear armor immediately." ”

Soon, the entire food team was properly dressed.

"Drem, let's go ahead and have a look!"

The Inspector Knight looked at the silent col and frowned.

Then.

A loud chirp of an eagle echoed through the sky, and it was a falcon that had never been seen above the clouds, larger than any falcon Drem had ever seen before, and swooped down towards the col.

The next moment.

The shouts of killing shook the sky.

Countless Bedouin cavalry, like a white wave, drowned the barocades of grain that were swaying like small boats, some on horseback, some on camels, unarmoured, those bidding for spears, heavy armor, and those with spears.

"God is above!"

Dreem's eyes widened: "How did the enemy hide such a large cavalry team under our noses?" ”

The Inspector Knight laughed and said, "What else can you rely on, the falcon above your head." ”

Drem said angrily: "It's all this time, you still have the heart to laugh." ”

The knight looked strange and said, "Have you forgotten what I told you before?" ”

"Where's our reinforcements?"

Drem looked around, but apart from where the enemy came, there were flat rivers on three sides, where could there be reinforcements?

"Lord Iron Knight!"

A hint of surprise appeared on the Inspector Knight's face.

I saw a woman dressed in white Shengxue, like a woman walking out of a painting, slowly stepping down from the carriage, she stared at the Bedouin cavalry who had roughly counted, at least hundreds of people, and a trace of impatience flashed in her eyes.

The bait is spilled, and the bait is hooked?

Less, there is no need for her to do anything.

With more, she wouldn't feel worthless.

It's just some insignificant Bedouins.

However, the matter has come to this point, and the boredom will not help.

Prajna took out a quill pen, walked the dragon snake, and wrote a string of Latin letters in the void, and the next moment, hundreds of black-clothed cavalry from the witcher world wearing black armor and winged helmets greeted the Bedouin cavalry on the opposite side like a torrent.

Wrapped in black plate armor, they raised their spears flat, held high the yellow sun banner on a black background, and were silent, like a steel cavalry without any emotion, crashing into the ranks of the enemy.

Dreem stammered and pointed to the black cavalry in front of him, looking at his companion beside him, wanting to seek clarification, but he never thought that the other party's eyes were even more shocking than his.

"Where did you get such an elite cavalry under your command?"

"How did they get out?"

"Is it stealth? But why didn't I hear any movement? ”

Looking at the familiar outfits of these black-armored cavalrymen, Drem suddenly remembered something, and said in disbelief: "The Nephgaard people are the Nilphgaard people described in the witchers!" They really exist, and they're working for the Marquis?! ”

(End of chapter)