In the sky, a falcon hovers among the clouds.

Its piercing eyes looked down on the earth, vigilantly surveying the manor and fields on the ground.

After noticing that there was nothing unusual, the falcon circled the sky a few more times and flew away.

The falconer can achieve a heart-to-heart effect with the falcon to a certain extent, so the falconer can also see the scene that the falcon can see.

This is also the reason why the falconer is called half of the Transcendental, even though this transcendent power is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the true caster.

"The Saracens regard falcons as their eyes and ears, which gives them an advantage on the battlefield, and most of the scout battles in the infighting are between falcons, but they trust the falcons too much, so they rarely send enough scouts to observe the situation in person."

In a narrow manor, Lothar, dressed in the armor of the Holy Cross, was looking up at the falcon in the distance, and spoke slowly.

And rightfully so.

After all, falcons are more time-sensitive, scouts get the news, they have to pass it back, and they may also encounter enemy interception and pursuit during the period, but the falcon hangs high in the sky, and the safety is often very guaranteed.

Not every army has an eagle archer, besides, a specially trained falcon has taken a large number of special secret medicines since he was a child, and like a falconer, he can be regarded as stepping into the threshold of transcendence with half a foot, which is not comparable to ordinary birds of prey.

Lothar is now located on the western border of the province of Damietta.

"This opponent of ours, the commander of the opposing side, apparently followed this inertial thinking."

Here he has been awarded to Charles de Alsace, the youngest son of the Count of Tillier, from Flanders,——.

He was a decent, modest, chivalrous young aristocrat.

Although a Gallic nobleman, Charles had previously fought with Lothar and witnessed him use the holy spear to slaughter dragons, and claimed to be a loyal fan of Lothar long before he swore allegiance.

Now he is leading the knights of his territory, who are also from the Low Countries, to serve Lothar.

The Lowlands were already on the verge of this era, the wool textile industry in Flanders was thriving, Bruges was one of the largest commercial ports in the North Sea, and the Dutch had begun to drain the sea with windmills, turning the once undeveloped marshes into fertile land.

In another 100 years, it will become the richest place in Europe with the flourishing of the North Sea trade circle.

But as the youngest son of the family, none of this has anything to do with Charlie, and if nothing else, he can only inherit a few remote castles and unproductive manors at most, and become a mediocre country aristocrat.

He was simply taken to the East by the Count of Thierrier to try his luck.

Fortunately, he was lucky.

The Comte Thierier, after the last unsuccessful return of the crusaders led by the Duke of Raymond, returned to Europe alone, but left behind the knights and sergeants who had followed him, attracted by the riches of the East, and who did not want to return empty-handed.

It was a modest military force that helped Charles acquire several border castles and large farmsteads, making him one of the most powerful vassals under Lothar's command.

Charlie said respectfully: "That's right, my lord, sooner or later, the Saracens will be planted with a big heel because of their arrogance and rudeness. ”

"Not sooner or later, but now."

Lothar patted Baron Charles on the shoulder: "Organize your knights, and you will go with me to fight." ”

"Yes, sir!"

Baron Charlie looked excited: "It's an honor to fight alongside you again, it's an honor for me, and all the knights and squires under my command, and I have no doubt that you will win a big victory for us again." ”

"Of course, Charlie."

Lothar bowed slightly, in order to hide people's eyes, he attacked this time, and the army he led was not much, but the elite mobile force in his own army, including more than 200 winged cavalry, more than 100 imperial cavalry, adding up to a total of more than 300 equipped archers, iron floating slaughter; and more than 300 cavalrymen of the Order of St. Lazarus, who integrated the Teutonic Knights, totaling nearly 1,000 elite cavalry.

Duke-level titles can only have a special class capped at 15, which is doubled in the case of infantry, and the "Mass Standing" obtained by defeating Saladin increases this number by another 100.

His soldiers did not concentrate out of the city, but dispersed, sent out in batches, and gathered again in the domain of Baron Charles.

The traces certainly cannot be completely concealed, but as long as the enemy can get the news a little later, these efforts made by him are not in vain.

Lothar looked to Lavinia, wearing a black hood, to the side: "It's okay to use the power of law to blind those falcons, right?" ”

"Small."

Lavinia nodded.

Her current strength is a cut below that of the combat record period, and it is quite difficult to cover the whereabouts of the entire army, but it is easy to blind a falcon that does not have extraordinary strength.

"Then let's strike, and don't let our Lionheart stand alone against the infidels for too long."

Lothar smiled approvingly, although he used Richard as bait, he didn't want to completely tear his face with His Majesty the King, and when the time came, he would still divide the spoils of war by the contribution of the war, and no one could say a word.

Moreover, Lothar felt that Richard clearly had a contempt for the Saracens.

Times are changing.

The Saracens of the East have been using their own extraordinary powers since Saladin summoned spellcasters in Damascus, and if everyone doesn't have this thing, it's just that, if they do, hide it, and everyone may take it as a legend.

But if the demon dragon is in the sky, and the holy spear slaying the dragon has happened, and he doesn't want to increase the power on the transcendent level, then it is not something that can be described by a simple stupid person.

Therefore, although Richard still has a high probability of winning.

But if you win, I am afraid that you may not have the strength to continue to march and expand the results of the war.

As for whether the more than 1,000 cavalry led by Lothar alone can succeed in a battle, Lothar has not the slightest doubt about this, and with multiple blessings, the knights under his command have already proven their strength.

What's more, there is a new force under the command of Lothar that may join the battlefield at any time - the Wild Hunt Legion summoned by Prajna!

Prajna's summoning technique is a very idealistic thing.

It stands to reason that there are many strong people among the witchers, and the witchers are definitely not on the list, but after being summoned, in terms of the performance of individual combat power, Geralt, or "Van Helsing" in people's mouths, is the well-deserved first.

With the popularity of witchers, the image of the mythical creature of "wild hunt", which was already widespread in Germania, Albion and Scandinavia, has also become a nightmare in the minds of many children.

Many parents use the idea that if you don't sleep properly, the army of the dead will blow their horns and drive the hounds to take you away from hell.

This makes the Wild Hunt Legion called by Prajna completely comparable in combat power to the unblessed hussars, if you count them, they are not afraid of death at all, and they have no vital advantages at all, and even faintly surpass.

"Pranya, how much can you summon a wild hunt at one time at this stage?"

Prajna, dressed in a plain white dress, said softly: "You can summon up to five hundred people, but the battle time will drop to thirty seconds; If it were just a hundred, I could keep them fighting for ten minutes. ”

Lothar bowed slightly: "Very good, after today, the legend of the wild hunt will surely resound throughout the Eastern World." ”

"Prepare for battle, guys."

He put on his helmet and turned on his horse.

The steel knight in the costume of men and horses, with a black cloak embroidered with a dragon's head behind him, fluttered in the wind, and the flag-bearers who followed him raised the double-headed eagle banner in their hands.

The horn sounded.

Hidden in Baron Charles's estates, the scattered cavalry gathered converged on the side of Lothar like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

A group of more than 1,000 heavily armored iron horsemen galloped on the wide dirt road, more than 1,000 iron horsemen, and thousands of war horses trampled on the smoke and dust, and the earthquake trembled.

At this moment, it seems that even the Nile River, which is close at hand and is in the flood season, is much quieter.

(End of chapter)