Section 46 Tribe Swordsman

Although Muhald drove away the Duke of Bellason's messenger, he did not easily let Duke Frandel go. A team of two thousand people left his camp and lightly fled to chase Duke Frandel's troops.//.com Novel Network//

When this team appeared in front of other Sudan soldiers, the Sudan soldiers couldn't help but be shocked by their terrible murderous aura and made way for them. Unlike these soldiers recruited from the Sudan, they were dark-skinned and without any armor, and they only held a sword and a round shield on their barefoots.

"What guys are these? There is not even armor. Was it the slum recruited?" The Mamluks were also attracted by the scene. When they saw the barefoot soldiers, they couldn't help but sneer.

"Shut up, you don't know anything. Those mysterious tribal swordsmen from the desert are brave warriors invited by Lord Saladin through an alliance." Xia Ha scolded his subordinates. His left arm was wrapped in a bandage. He was slightly injured in the battle with the Teutonic Knights, but for a military noble, this injury was nothing.

"The mysterious tribe from the desert?" The Mamluks couldn't help but sweat in their foreheads. There were many dark horrors hidden in the desert, including the legend of the cannibal tribe. Perhaps this is just an exaggerated story of other nations for them, but it is enough to show its cruelty.

"Ha, it's a pity that the Teutonic Knights. Although I really hope you can escape and then decide the outcome with you next time, these tribal swordsmen are very clever hunters. I hope you can escape their hunting." Xia Ha glanced at the direction where the tribal swordsmen left, and then led the Mamluks into the camp. The sky became darker and darker, and the darkness gradually enveloped the entire earth.

Duke Frandel led his main force and did not dare to slacke in a moment. The enemy would not miss such a good opportunity. The pursuers would not know when they would arrive, but the physical strength of people was always limited. After a rushing march, people who were exhausted gradually fell behind. Only the cavalry on horseback could still keep up with the team.

"Sir, let's find an abandoned village and stay there for the time being." The scouts rode their horses and found a place to settle down. Duke Frandel led his subordinates into the village for rest. It was not easy for him to eat or rest all day long at the age of the Duke.

"Dude, it seems that the enemy has not caught up.\\.com First release\\\" The vassals also dismounted one after another. The nobles of this era are not as pampered as people imagine. They have received various military training since childhood. As long as they are not old enough to get weapons, they can basically adapt to it when they go to the battlefield. However, after a few days of fierce fighting, they continued to escape even if they rode on horseback. With the help of their few servants, they were breathing on the ruins.

"It's so embarrassing. Thinking of the glory of the Crusaders in the past is even more sad." Since escaping from the battlefield, Duke Frandel was very depressed. The decision to retreat was correct, but it was emotionally unbearable. Thinking that every piece of Antioch land was brought by bloody battles, just running away without fighting was simply a betrayal of the dead warriors.

"Duke, don't think too much. One day we will regain everything we have lost." Bald Otto comforted the duke. The night gradually darkened, and the tired soldiers fell into sleep, but no one would realize that the danger was gradually approaching them.

The morning sun rose as before, and the soldiers of Duke Frandel woke up from their sleep, stood up lazily at the urging of the sergeant and nobles. It was still a while before they could return to the Fort Antioch, behind the tall and strong city walls, and beside the narrow and dirty streets, the simple tavern was only provided with bitter ale, but it was already enough nectar for the Antioch soldiers at this time.

"Dadadadada~~~~." While the soldiers were squeezing in line with officers, the sound of horse hooves was uploaded from the sand dunes behind them. When the Antioch soldiers looked there, they found that it was an Antioch cavalry, probably because they fell behind and did not follow him when they retreated with the troops. They ran around all night and the cavalry were lying on the horse, allowing the horse to walk with him according to their instinct.

"Hey, go and see what happened to him?" A nobleman pointed at his subordinates, and immediately several knights rode over, and they rode forward and grabbed the reins of the attendant's cavalry, but when they saw the attendant's appearance, their armor and shirt were splattered with blood.

"What's going on? Are you injured?" The knight grabbed the attendant's crumbling body and shook him for a moment. The attendant's mouth groaned in pain.

"Devil, the Devil is here."

"What does it mean?" the knight asked incomprehensible.

"Take him to the Duke." The older knight immediately realized that something seemed wrong and said to his companion.

Duke Frandel sat on a weathered rock, surrounded by the Teutonic Knights and his vassals, all staring at the weak cavalry in front of him. The mental state of the attendant was obviously wrong. His pupils were scattered, and he murmured and kept saying something like demons.

"My Duke, this sergeant seems to be the troops left behind to block the enemy's pursuit. How come he is the only one left, and the other soldiers are there?"

"It's really strange. Even if you are defeated by the Sultans, he can't be left alone, right?"

"Sir, look at some war horses from behind, as if they were ours, but it's strange that there were no horse-riding soldiers?"

"Why are these horses wet?" The curious soldiers approached the ownerless war horses. They opened the skins hanging on the war horses, and saw that the skins were dripping with red liquid. When the soldiers opened the skins, a bloody smell rushed into their nostrils.

"This, what is this?"

"Yes, human scalp, damn it's the scalp that has been stripped off."

"What? Those hateful demons." Hearing the soldiers' words, the nobles and knights finally couldn't sit still. They saw that each horse was carrying bloody skins. What kind of demon could do such a thing.

"Sir Duke, I saw that the enemy is very close to us, and we are going to leave here immediately." Bald Otto picked up his weapon, held a pointed shield, and stepped forward to guard Duke Frandel.

"Human scalp?" But Duke Frandel sat on the rock without moving. His eyes became sharper, and his lips under his beard shook a few times.

"What's wrong with Duke?" Bald Otto frowned, hoping that the old man would never have a sudden illness, but the Duke ignored Otto.

"It was them here," said Duke Frandel.

"Who? Who is coming." Bald Otto asked curiously.

"That was when I was young. At that time, I fought with Sophia's father and I fought with the pagans. At that time, we were invincible to attack the city and the pagans' troops were beaten to pieces by us. Until we attacked the depths of the desert, we were attacked by a strange force." Duke Frandel murmured to himself.

"Yes, what unit?" Bald Otto couldn't help but be attracted by the Duke's story. He unconsciously moved his throat up and down. It was really uneasy to listen to this story on this strange battlefield.

"Their skin is like burnt carbon, without any armor on their bodies, holding a sharp sword and a round shield, appearing on the battlefield like a ghost, brave like a beast, and every time one of our warriors is killed, they will peel off the warrior's scalp with a sharp sword. The bloody scene I will never forget in my life."

"You mean, we were chased by that strange force?" Bald Otto directly interrupted the old duke's memories and asked curiously.

"They are not strange troops, and later I learned from others that they are tribal swordsmen from the depths of the desert. In that harsh environment we cannot imagine, the tests they face for survival are unimaginable, so only the strong can survive, and peeling people's scalp alive is their traditional ritual, which is said to bring them good luck and strength."

"Anyway, it seems that the Sultans have sent an extremely difficult opponent. Can we still escape Duke?" Otto asked.

"It's a pity that these tribal swordsmen are good at tracking. You should know that the water and food that can be found in the desert are very strict."

"Then we can only fight." Bald Otto sighed. His luck was really bad. He took the helmet handed over by his subordinates, pressed it hard on his bald head, and then shouted roughly, "Then let these bastards go to hell see who is more terrifying."

Because of the bloody methods of the tribal swordsmen, the Antioch soldiers were extremely frightened and their morale was severely hit. However, when the bald Otto was wearing the giant helmet of the cow horns, when the rough shouts sounded, everyone suddenly felt that their blood was rising, and the impact of the tribal swordsmen was not so severe. The Teutonic knights turned over silently, and they raised long carriage rifles and treated them solemnly in the direction the enemy was about to come. When influenced by the Teutonic knights, the Antioch knights couldn't help but feel ashamed of their momentary cowardice. They spit hard on the ground to express their contempt for the tribal swordsmen, and then sorted out their armor and weapons, rode on the war horses with the help of the attendants, and some people were already eager to draw out their swords.
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