The unexpected reinforcements in the 34th

Schwab's guard knights were of course the most elite knights selected from the Teutonic knights. As the Seljuk Turks' Sultan, Anudin's guards were also the elite among the elite. The excellent knights who protected their monarchs met and fought happily. The Seljuk Turks' scimitars and flexible scales were the source of their confidence. The Teutonic knights' strong bodies, firm loyalty to their monarchs, and their sacred sense of mission also provided the source of strength for the Teutonic knights.

"Well." When a Sultan Guards' cavalry's scimitar hit the Teutonic Knight, the Teutonic Knight's mace also hit his opponent at the same time. It can be said that the two fell from the horse almost at the same time. This almost died together made Anudin begin to think about his retreat.

"These guys are all crazy." Anudin didn't understand why these knights shouting the strange battle roster were so crazy. If it was just crazy, Anudin was sure that he could deal with it. However, these Teutonic knights were cold and were like monsters born specifically for battle. Every move seemed to be executing a command, waving the giant mace in their hands, regardless of whether the enemy's scimitar was slashing at his head.

"Sultan, Sultan." Just as Anudin was separated by the guards of the two sides, a general behind him came to him with blood stains on his body. The general was panting and his face was dirty.

"What's the matter? Didn't you see that I'm busy?" Anudin said angrily. He could no longer control the chaotic situation. On the battlefield, the strike of the mezzanine was defeating the will of the Seljuk infantrymen. Anudin did not take any advantage in the fight with the enemy commander. This feeling of frustration made him very angry.

"Our light cavalry found that there was a large enemy force approaching us." The general hurriedly reported to Anudin.

"When is it? How far are they from us?" Anudin immediately calmed down when he heard this. At this time, he and his troops were already trapped in the quagmire of this battle. In order to completely defeat Schwab's troops, Anudin had already put all his bargaining chips in, but the addition of a new enemy would cause Anudin to lose the gamble of the war.

"Just as you entered the battlefield, a unit of Antioch nobles approached us, but they advanced very slowly." The general said to Anudin.

"Well." Anudin fell into deep thought. No gambler would give up until he lost any chip. Leaders in war usually have this kind of gambler's characteristics.

"What should I do? Sultan." asked the general.

"Drop the infantry and take the Sipahi Knights with us." But unfortunately, Anudin was not such a speculator. He was able to unite the loose Seljuk Turkic tribe and become an excellent sultan. He relied on not only the passionate fighting fanaticism, but the inheritance of his father's calmness and cunning. Soon Anudin made the right choice, and ordered his general to abandon the infantry that had been involved in the battle and retain his excellent cavalry unit.

"Yes." The general immediately carried out Anudin's cold order. When the Turkic infantry was fighting bloody, the proud Knight Sipahi turned his horse's head and left his back to them.

"Shwab, we will decide the outcome next time." Anudin shouted to Schwab before leaving, as a gift to his opponent.

"You coward, don't you have a little bit of pride?" Schwab used his sword to resist the attack of the Sultan Guard Knight who was left to block his own. While stimulating the young Seljuk Turkic Sultan with his words, hoping to make him stimulated by the passionate blood and choose to stay.

"Hahaha, goodbye." But Anudin didn't care about Schwab's verbal provocation. He laughed and turned around, riding his horse to leave the already dangerous land.

"Sultan, where are you going?" When the Turkic infantry saw their monarch in frustration and abandoned themselves mercilessly, their morale completely collapsed. They were holding weapons but didn't know who they were fighting for.

"The Teutonic Knights attack, the entire army attacked~~~." Baron Liugudi saw the Turks who were no longer interested in fighting, and immediately commanded the Teutonic Knights to charge towards these Turks who were already walking dead. Even though the number of enemies was several times that of their own, the Teutonic Knights, who were as powerful as cutting off the ears of wheat in the wheat field, smashing these Turks to the ground. More Turks began to flee in scattered and had no resistance at all.

The Teutonic Knights even seemed to be in a dream for the arrival of this victory. Although Schwab had enough confidence to defeat the enemy, the Teutonic Knights prayed to God over and over again before the war started, because they felt that they might not be able to see the rising sun the next day in front of enemies several times their own. However, the aggressive Turks now faced the Teutonic Knights with their backs and fled desperately with their butts sticking out. The Teutonic Knights were chasing these frightened rabbits in the fields of their own home, smashing them to the ground.

"It's so refreshing. I haven't won such a big victory in a long time." Bald Otto took off his helmet and wiped his bald head. He cracked his mouth and looked at the victory scene in front of him.

"The enemy fled? How many prisoners did we capture?" Schwab also felt a little incredible about this victory. Although he knew that he could win by relying on the advantage of terrain, it might have to pay a greater price. However, the overall loss of the Teutonic Knights has not exceeded one-third, and the enemy has fled in all directions.

"More than 500 Turks were captured, and some of them were Sipashi Knights, who were nobles among the Seljuks." Baron Liugudi, who no longer needed to fight on the front line, came to Schwab. He reported to Schwab the result of the battle. In addition to the confiscated armor, horses and weapons, the biggest income was these prisoners. As the captured nobles, the Sipashi Knights had requested to exchange their ransom for their lives. If it were other Crusaders, they might kill these pagans without hesitation and sacrifice to God with their blood, but Schwab was not those crazy monks.

"If the Knight Sipahi can pay the right price, it can be released." Schwab took off the chain armor gloves he was wearing. The gloves became greasy because of sweat, and the outside of the gloves was stained with blood.

"What about the other Turks?" Ordinary Turkic infantry were just herders and civilians. They could not afford high ransom, but who would usually spend food to raise so many prisoners?

"Sell to slave merchants." Schwab said without hesitation.

"Slave merchants? Where can I find them?" Baron Liugudi asked worriedly. This is not the Western continent. There are prostitutes troops moving with the mercenary group at any time (a mixture of logistics soldiers and slave merchants).

"Then keep it first, and you will always find the buyer when you return to Antioch Castle." After living in this world for a long time, Schwab has basically been assimilated by the customs of this era, and even as a slave, it is always much better than being cut off by someone's head.

"Sir, look, there are large troops approaching us in the distance." Just as Schwab and Baron Liugudi were discussing the issue of prisoners of war, soldiers pointed at the dust rising not far away to report.

"That's right, it's a large force, ready to fight." Schwab picked up the one-eyed telescope and looked at it, then ordered the Teutonic Knights.

"Sir, it seems to be the flag of the Antioch nobles." Baron Liugudi took Schwab's single-eyed telescope and looked at the flag of the army close to the Teutonic Knights. The flag was covered with a yellow and red square, which should be the flag from the mainland noble family.

"I know, but we cannot take it lightly in this strange land." Schwab nodded and said, caution should be the character of any outstanding leader in this era.

When the troops approached, the Teutonic Knights were dumbfounded, not because of how powerful the troops were, but rather how embarrassed the troops were. If the poorest mercenary group in the Kingdom of Pumbrus was called the beggars, then this troops were simply beggars among beggars. They were tattered and held sharp wooden sticks, and many of them did not even have a pair of decent shoes. The members of this troops were old and young, with white hair and little.

"Who are you?" Baron Liugudi frowned and shouted to the beggar army.

"Please give in, please give in, please give in, let me go." In this army of more than a thousand people, a tall man wearing a shabby chain armor and a Turkic infantry helmet walked out. Behind him was a shabby cloak, which seemed to still tell people his aristocratic identity.

He squeezed away the crowd and walked to Schwab and others. He took off his helmet and looked at the Teutonic Knights with blue eyes, and then opened his mouth from under the golden and thick bearded man, his eyes with some confusion.

"Are you Crusaders?" the man asked curiously, probably because he saw the iron cross flag.

"Yes, we are the Teutonic Knights, who are you?" Baron Liugudi already regarded this man as a robber knight in his heart, because he and his men did not look like established troops.

"I, I am Lord Niru, Venikovboy." The man straightened his waist and tried to show his tall figure, but his worn-out equipment still betrayed his dilemma.
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