Charge and Charge in Section 44

The war continued, and the Antioch army led by Duke Frandel blocked the enemy at the border, but Saladin's reinforcements continued to enter the front line. With the huge territory and large population of the Sultanate, the strength of both sides was gradually pulled open. Several times Duke Frandel's defense was torn apart. Fortunately, the Duke responded in time to lead his inner-domestic knights to repel the enemy, and then a solid defense line was rebuilt, which was also thanks to the joining of the Teutonic Knights.

On the front line, an Antioch team of 100 people was standing here. They were recruiting militias from the Antioch territory. Although they were just civilians who put down their familiar work, they had done their best in this war and once again repelled the fierce attack of the hateful Saracens. These Antioch militias finally couldn't stand it. They were dirty and smelly, their round shields were full of cracks, and the maches in their hands became heavier. Finally, they lay behind the sharp wooden stakes of defense, gasping for no longer crawling.

"Captain, how long will we hold on? I really can't stand it anymore. Where are the nobles and knights?" A team member complained to his captain. The captain who commanded the 100-man team was a gray-bearded veteran. His eyes were so bitter that he had to put down the sword in his hand and wipe it. A few days ago, he was just an ordinary soldier, but when his troops were unfortunately cut off by Mamluk in a melee, the entire team was disrupted and redistributed to various defense lines. He was very unlucky to be sent here to become the leader of these rookies. God blessed me not to die here so early.

"Stop, we will survive you stupid pigs, and those pagans who should go to hell won't last long." The captain climbed over the defense line surrounded by pointed wooden stakes and encouraged his teammates. As a captain, this was the only thing he could think of. Fortunately, with the encouragement of the captain, the militias who had many people on the battlefield for the first time finally calmed down.

"Woo, I miss my mother." At this time, a tender cry sounded in the defense line. The captain looked at the sound. A little boy with a helmet bigger than a head was crying with dust on his face, and tears and snot mixed together, turning his face into a tabby cat.

"Shut up, I'll beat you to death when crying." In this harsh war environment, people's tempers are irritable and uneasy. Any noise will make them furious. The little boy's crying is annoying. No one wants to hear the curse. The duke's conscript order extended a lot of age. In order to resist the enemy's attack, the 13-4-year-old boy was also summoned to the army. When he was supposed to enjoy his childhood, he was ruthlessly thrown into the battlefield where people fought each other.

"Okay, be quiet, don't scare him." The captain looked at the child who was not as tall as his own and felt ignorant as he walked to the little boy and comforted him, and was glad that he had only three daughters. Although he often beat his wife for this matter, he now had to thank God and his wife.

"Captain, the enemy is coming again~~~." While resting for a while, the sound of alarm bells suddenly came. The Sudan's troops launched an attack again. Of course, the Mamluk cavalry wrapped in scales were the Mamluk cavalry. They were thirty people in pairs, arranged in a triangular formation. They rode their horses and drove up a wave of high dust and rushed towards the Antioch's defense line. Although in order to stop the Mamluk's attack, the Antioch used sharp wooden stakes to slant to the ground to make a defense line, the Mamluk's scales wrapped in people and horses opened a gap in the defense line without any effort. Then thousands of Sudan soldiers followed closely. They raised their axes and spears, and rushed in frantically with only a shield.

"Kill them, block them." The captain commanded the militia to form a hedgehog formation while stabbing the sultan soldiers rushing over with his sword. These sultan soldiers did not have any armor on their bodies and had nothing except linen clothes. This was in sharp contrast to Saladin's direct troops in the early stage, but the point was that their number was too large. Even if they lined up and killed, it would exhaust the defenders.

"What should I do with the captain?" There were earth-shaking shouts of killing everywhere. The Hundreds seemed to be drowned in a vast ocean, and they would be drowned by this sea of ​​people at any time, and every member was exhausted.

"I don't know, I don't know." The captain opened his eyes and felt helplessness filled his heart. He wanted to kill his enemies everywhere. The reinforcements had not arrived for a long time, and the power disappeared little by little. The sword in his hand became heavier and heavier. It seemed that he could not go home. His cute daughter, gentle wife, and his simple thatched hut appeared in his mind.

"Grass Mud Horse~~~." At the moment when everyone was already desperate, a high-pitched battle roar suddenly came from the enemy's flanks. An eagle flag was shaking and undulating like a lighthouse in the sea. Although it was moving slowly, it was gradually approaching the defense line.

"What's going on?" The captain was shocked by the voice, which made him come to his senses. What was he doing, but he was dazed at this moment of life and death. When he raised his head, he saw teams of knights wearing chain armor and barrel helmets on his horse waving maces to fight bravely. They rode tall horses and fought a bloody way in the sea of ​​enemies. Accompanied by the enemy's blood and flesh, the high sound of the knights' battle horns, the knight they led was tall like a giant.

"Kill, the knights are here, they are the crusaders." Seeing the knights and the crusaders' morale was suddenly aroused. When people were in desperate situations, any life-saving straw would inspire the survival of the survivors. This surrogate gathered into an irresistible force. The already exhausted soldiers raised their hammers and spears and hit them hard on the Sudan soldiers. The Sudan soldiers seemed to have seen victory, but the Sudan soldiers were confused by the sudden attack of the knights. However, the Sudan officers immediately made a judgment. Mamluk escaped from the entanglement with the defenders. They turned their horses and slowly forced the Teutonic knights. The confidence in Mamluk's powerful combat power made the Sudan soldiers give way and cheer loudly.

"Master Otto, the enemy sent Mamluk." The Teutonic Knights saw the forced Mamluk through the gaps in their helmets, and immediately arranged in a horizontal line to deal with the enemy's attack.

"Very good, let's kill these dirty wild dogs, grass~~~." Otto laughed loudly, smashed the head of a Sultan soldier who was close to him with a mace, and then led the Teutonic Knights to approach Mamluk. Although this was not the first time to fight Mamluk, this was the first time to fight on the battlefield, and the Teutonic Knights were all ready to go.

"Master Xiaha, those damn pagan knights are coming towards us." The opposite Mamluks also saw their opponents. They pulled out their spears with their swords, activated the war horses in scaled armor, and charged towards the Teutonic knights.

"Arrange in a triangle and cut their throats." Mamluk's cavalry captain stared at the Teutonic knights from his eyes exposed with the armor mask. Xiaha was a noble warrior from the Sultanate. He often scoffed at the legend of those Western knights, hoping to fight with the arrogant pagan knights in his heart. Today, thanks to Allah for finally having a chance.

"Watch the knights' confrontation." Almost everyone on the battlefield stopped the fight. They watched the battles of the elite knights on both sides with their breath. The victorious side will be inspired by morale, and the defeated side will of course be severely hit.

In an instant, the team of the knights fought. Mamluk's proud charge hit hard in the Teutonic knights' queue. The war horses neighed and the people were overturned. The Teutonic knights fell off their horses, and the life and death were not clear.

"Haha, these knights are just like this, they are actually lined up in a horizontal line to meet our impact." The Xiaha Cavalry Captain said proudly. Mamluk was wearing heavy armor, so the mass was very heavy. The spear impact of ordinary knights was ineffective at all. The Teutonic knights unexpectedly lined up three layers of horizontal line to meet Mamluk's impact.

"Next, the soldiers let us penetrate their array and beat them to a scattered water." Xia Ha raised the spear in his hand and said to his subordinates.

"Yes, kill all these wild dogs." The Mamluks cheered and rode their horses forward bravely, but was things really that smooth?

"Ah, oh." Just when the Mamluks felt things were going very well, Mamluk's screams kept ringing in the fight with the Teutonic Knights. Xia Ha, who was originally fighting for the enemy, didn't care yet, but his subordinates were constantly being knocked off the horse, which made him feel that something was wrong.

"What happened? Ah, no, it's impossible." When Xia Ha calmed down from the battle, he looked around and was suddenly scared and sweated. He was surrounded by the Teutonic Knights without realizing it. What was going on?

"Sir, it's not good, we're surrounded."

"Damn it, so that's the case?" Xia Ha was a free military training aristocrat after all. He immediately recalled the incredible formation of the Teutonic Knights. The formation was not for attacking the opponent, but for defense. When his triangular formation broke into the Teutonic Knights' team, only the middle part of the Teutonic Knights' team was severely defeated, but the two wings unfolded silently. When the Mamluks' charge was leaked and blocked, it was surrounded by the situation. However, this was really a dangerous move. If the Knights' team was broken, it would definitely be defeated. However, these taciturn Teutonic Knights were extremely stubborn and tough. This is also the reason why they dared to use this formation. What's worse is that in melee battle, the Mamluks were not opponents of the opponent.

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