Senmut was a typical Egyptian name, and he was also a Mamluk of Janissary to the governor of Ibn and trusted the governor.

But Senmuth always felt that he shouldn't have to go on in obscurity.

He should have done something great, just like his ancestor who served the Pharaoh of Hatshepsut, the eponymous General Senmut, who was recorded in the secret texts, and the obelisk in the Luxor region still recounts the glory of his ancestors.

On the enemy's camp, archers have launched a counterattack against the wall.

The arrows were accurate and heavy, and even if they hit the solid cuirass, they could still knock down the elite Mamluks with one arrow.

"Shoot your arrows and suppress the enemy's archers!"

"Get ready for the fire pot!"

Senmut shouted the order.

There was also a trace of shock in his heart: "In just one day, he built a pontoon bridge, crossed the river, and built such a well-defended camp, this army under the command of the Marquis of Lothar is really extraordinary." ”

But he immediately settled down, gritted his teeth, and said, "But no matter how extraordinary it is, there are less than five thousand of you!" ”

And the Mamluk guards of the governor of Ibn alone under his command numbered as many as 8,000 men, and the number of Cuman, Turkic, Berber, and Nubian mercenaries was as high as 20,000.

Such a large, well-armed, and unleashed elite force was the limit of what the governor of Ibn could with!

This battle must be won!

Senmut's eyes flashed with ambition, as long as he approached the enemy's camp and threw the fire pot prepared in advance, it would not be long before the enemy's elite troops would be buried in the flames.

"I will replicate your feat of burning Saladin's barracks."

"Tonight, the banks of the Nile will be on fire!"

It's close.

It's getting closer.

Many of the Mamluk cavalrymen had even removed the fire pots hanging from their saddles and were ready to throw them into the enemy camp when they broke into the camp.

But just then, a chaotic sound of horses' hooves sounded in the camp.

The camp was dragged to the ground by ropes.

The heavily armored knights, like steel sculptures in the dark, could only see a pair of scarlet eyes under the black helmets, staring at them in the dark.

Senmut saw a female knight in silver armor and red horse, with a helmet in her arms, long golden curls, holding aloft a banner of a white-bottomed irise, and without saying a word, she took the lead in charging at his side.

Immediately after that, the knights.

Heavy cavalry like a tower, hussars wearing only half-body plate armor with feathers on their backs, and knights of the Order wearing black or white robes with a striking cross embroidered on the placket.

They were like the surging Nile not far from the camp, with a sense of terror and oppression that overwhelmed everything, swept towards the Mamluks led by Senmut.

Bang –

Two torrents of steel collided together, and in the blink of an eye, people were turning on their backs, screaming, roaring, and roaring together.

No one could resist a sword or a spear from the female knight.

The battle was overwhelmingly inferior from the start, and the darkness did not seem to affect the sight of the cavalry on the opposite side, and every enemy was terrifyingly difficult.

Bang –

An iron spear swept at him, nearly knocking Senmut off his horse.

Fortunately, he lowered his body in time, so that the guards behind him suffered this heavy blow for him.

He turned his head and saw the back of a man wearing a helmet like horns, wielding a solid iron spear that seemed to be very heavy, slaughtering his men like a wild beast.

His soldiers, like wheat, were cut down in rows.

Not only was the enemy's armor stronger, but even the Mamluks' proud martial arts were even better.

"Lost."

"Is this going to be lost?"

Senmut couldn't understand the direction of the battle at all, obviously they had an absolute advantage in numbers, and they chose the time in the middle of the night, when the enemy was sleepy, how could it be so quickly that the defeat was decided.

"Retreat, must retreat!"

"Herald, blow the horn and order my cavalry to retreat with me!"

Senmut shouted that the night attack had failed, and that it was a confirmation that they were no match for the Crusaders in the field, and that they had to gather enough forces to return to Damietta to garrison.

The secret medicine keeps them from scattering like headless flies.

Senmut took the opportunity to gather his forces and withdraw to the north - his mind was very simple, there was a silt in the north, and at night, it was impossible to distinguish the difference between it and flat land, as long as the crusaders were led there, there would be a chance to turn defeat into victory.

His fear now was that the Crusaders would not pursue.

Apparently, however, his worries were unfounded.

Lothar first transported the main force across the river in order to set a trap and lure the enemy to attack, so as to annihilate the enemy's living force to the greatest extent, how could he let so many enemies withdraw?

Jeanne immediately waved her battle flag and led the cavalry in pursuit of her.

In the camp, the old god of Lothar sat in charge of the Chinese army on the ground, and the shining plate armor of the Holy Cross was lying there on the armor rack - he had no intention of leading the troops himself in battle.

Cellina frowned: "My lord, there are so many enemies, don't you really go out to take a look?" ”

"Don't look at it, with Jeanne and Hans here, even if there are twice as many enemies, I believe they can win for me."

Killing these ordinary soldiers rewarded him with little for his promotion, and in addition, his talent "Charge" only increased morale, unlike Jeanne's "Knight Flower" and Hans's "Mounted Spear", which increased the combat effectiveness of the soldiers.

For his already high-morale and well-trained elite of the headquarters, it doesn't make much difference whether he goes or doesn't.

"Sinai's territory can't just be abandoned, but if you want to take it out and reward others as a fief, I'm afraid that not only will you not be grateful, but you will also have to bear infamy."

Lothar couldn't help but frown as she carefully read the information sent by the dark shadow in her hand.

Exploring the Shadows of Darkness, Sinai discovered several abundant copper and turquoise mines, as well as barely cultivable land along the coast – and Lothar knew that there was a lot of oil in Sinai's underground, but it was impossible to exploit it with existing technology.

But the cost of rebuilding here is so high that it is a huge burden for whoever it is divided into.

No one would invest a lot of money in rebuilding here, and pilgrims who had migrated from Europe would not want to settle here.

Only with the Tree of Life in his hands, he may be able to turn this place into treasure, but who knows when the next time he will get the seed of the Tree of Life?

"Forget it, let's take the Sinai Peninsula into our own hands first."

Then.

Outside, the voice of the herald was excited.

"My lord, the chief knight has already routed the enemy's main force, and is now chasing after him, and the chief knight said that if the enemy dares to flee all the way back to the port of Damietta, she intends to chase them all the way back."

Lothar frowned.

It's normal to win.

But the battle was too smooth, even if the enemy was pustuated, he would not be overwhelmed by a single face, and the Mamluks of the Governor of Ibn were also considered elite troops, and they should not behave so badly.

"Nina, you have to go in person, warn Jeanne for me, don't take it lightly, after this battle, the enemy's courage is exhausted, morale is low, even if the losses in the siege war will be reduced a lot, there is no need to advance so wildly."

Cellina nodded slightly, then disappeared into the tent.

"Are you worried that something will happen to Jeanne?"

A cold voice sounded.

Lothar shook her head: "Jeanne's sense of smell on the battlefield is very sensitive, it shouldn't fall into the enemy's trap, and the enemy wants to play the role of a 'rout', it's not so simple. ”

"Then why are you frowning?"

Lothar was stunned, shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe I'm worried that there are some hidden spellcasters hiding in the enemy's army, after all, we just fell down." ”

Pranya nodded, holding a black helmet in her hand, covered with black and purple lines, which looked like some kind of hieroglyphs, but it was not systematic, it looked like the product of forced patchwork.

Lothar was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why did you get this thing?" ”

It's a relic of the Blood Knight he killed in the small world.

"It might work for me."

Prajna gently tapped the helmet, and the black energy slowly poured into the period.

With a soft sound, a burly giant phantom with the head of a jackal slowly appeared, and after a flash, it was followed by a giant mummy with green skin and a white crown.

Both flickered and vanished.

"Anubis and Osiris"

Although it was only a glimpse, he still deeply remembered the true appearance of these two phantoms, which were clearly Anubis, the god of death in ancient Egyptian mythology, and Osiris, the king of Hades.

Lothar's expression was solemn, the old gods of ancient Egypt, even if all of them fell, they might not be dead to the dregs, just half a year ago in Montreal, he also encountered a crocodile god.

"Don't be nervous, this helmet is just a patchwork of divine materials left over from them, and it is impossible for them to be reborn."

Prajna spoke.

"In this way, indirectly pry the power of the divinity of death, that vampire has some means, but unfortunately, this is not the right way."

She opened her hand, and the black ghost-faced shield slowly emerged.

The grimace was full of intoxication.

As a fragment of the Hell Gate in the world of yesterday's giant ship, it itself has the divine power of death, so when you see this helmet that also has the divinity of death, you immediately feel salivated.

"Can you give it to me?"

Lothar nodded: "Of course." ”

"Eat it."

The greedy ghost face suddenly opened a big mouth and swallowed the helmet into his mouth.

The system's prompt sounded immediately: Your six-star Hu has devoured a death artifact from the artifact "Prajna's Shield" in the hands of Prajna, and is about to gain a new trait, with a twenty-four hour countdown.

During this time, the "Prajna Shield" will remain unusable.

(End of chapter)