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The Sultan tribe swordsmen indeed appeared in front of the Antioch troops as the Duke said. They lined up loose formations and slowly approached the Antioch people, holding sharp swords dripping with blood in their hands. If it weren't for the bloody skinning, the Antioch soldiers would not have taken these swordsmen who were not even wearing shoes to heart, but the Tribe swordsmen did not even have a chance to breathe. When they approached the Antioch array, they suddenly accelerated and ran. The black skin was as strong as a leopard.

"Be careful, those barbarians attacked, spearmen lined up to stabilize the formation." The Antioch infantry, under the command of the sergeant commanders and nobles, immediately formed a thick horizontal lineup. They blocked their shields and extended their spears to deal with the enemy.

"Dude, are you afraid of these barbarians?" Bald Otto looked at these tribal swordsmen who were not equipped with armor and really didn't understand what to be afraid of. Although the tribal swordsmen's skin of human skin was a bit bloody, who can't bear this level of bloody men who are used to fighting on this battlefield?

"Gaga~~~." The tribal swordsmen made a scream like a strange bird. The sharp scream almost pierced the ears of the Antioch soldiers, but they did not retreat under the command of the officers. They firmly guarded their positions. In an instant, the tribal swordsmen fought with the Antioch infantry. Because of the lack of armor, many tribal swordsmen were pierced on the spears, but their compatriots behind them followed one after another and jumped into the Antioch soldiers' formation. After jumping into the formation, the swordsmen held shields in one hand to block the wielding spears. The swordsmen on the other side cut the Antioch soldiers' throats and skin exposed to the armor. Soon, the screams of the Antioch soldiers came one after another.

"These hateful bastards." Bald Otto stood on the sand dunes slightly higher, looking at the crazy tribal swordsmen. Every time an Antioch soldier killed, he would apply the blood of the dead on his face, making their dark faces extremely terrifying. The behavior that violated the common sense of the Antioch soldiers made them shocked by the enemy's crazy killing, causing their movements to become slow.

"We need support." The Antioch infantrymen with blood on their faces shouted loudly. These dark-skinned tribal swordsmen attacked extremely fiercely. The sword in their hands was able to break the chain armor with one wave. This made the Antioch soldiers who were already at a disadvantage retreat step by step, and their morale gradually decline. If it weren't for the efforts of the sergeant commanders, they would have thrown their weapons down and turned around and escaped.

"Duke, we must support the front line. The guardians of the Holy Sepulchres protect the Duke and the people." After saying that, Otto, the bald, put on his helmet and waved to the Teutonic Knights to lead them on foot to join the battle. At this time, the tribal swordsman and the Antioch soldiers were strangled together. The chaotic situation made them completely inseparable from each other. Otto keenly judged that the impact of riding horses had no effect, so he drew out his weapons and walked into the melee.

The joining of the Teutonic Knights did bring courage to the Antioch soldiers. Under the skillful military conquest of the Teutonic Knights, the sharp offensive of the tribal swordsmen was defeated, but these dark-skinned soldiers did not withdraw from the battlefield just like this. Their physical strength seemed to be inexhaustible. The most terrifying thing was that their explosive power from time to time was often chopped over the Antioch soldiers who were careless because of their physical exhaustion. The blood and broken limbs on the ground turned the sand into a strange red color. The battle continued until noon. The scorching sun roasted the earth, and the sand under their feet was hot. The Antioch soldiers were shining by the sun. Their armor almost suffocated themselves, and the fighting was becoming more and more difficult. Many people felt dry eyes, thirsty lips, and their minds were not clear.

"These demons are not tired at all, damn it." Even a big man like Otto gradually felt tired in this hot weather, let alone the ordinary Antioch soldiers, but the tribal swordsmen were only wearing a linen shirt. The hot weather seemed to have no effect on them. Instead, their swords swung faster and faster, and even the Teutonic knights were panting and unable to resist.

"Oh." Finally, even casualties appeared in the Teutonic Knights. The swords of the tribal swordsmen pierced through the gap of the knight's armor. The weakest link was on their necks. The wounded Teutonic Knight covered his neck and sat on the ground. The companion next to him quickly waved his mace to repel the tribal swordsmen, and grabbed the injured knight and dragged him to the rear.

"Oh no, the enemy's cavalry has attacked, they want to kill the Duke." Just as the Teutonic Knights were fighting fiercely with the tribe swordsmen, a sudden group of sultan cavalry passed by the rear and killed the small dune where Duke Frandel and the vassals were. Although their number was only a dozen cavalry, the only guards next to the Duke were walking the Holy Sect Guardians. If the Duke and the vassals were killed, the Antioch infantry fighting on the front line would definitely collapse on the whole line.

"Protect the Duke." Seeing the actions of the Sultan Cavalry, the guardians of the Holy Grave quickly lined up in a row, holding giant swords and treating them solemnly. This huge two-handed sword is enough to make the enemy scared by just a glance. The guardians of the Holy Grave, as elite warriors who were once selected from the Crusaders, were excellent warriors who guarded the Tomb of the Holy Son, all had tall figures and excellent bloodlines. When the Sultan Knights rushed over, the guardians of the Holy Grave lowered their heads and waved their sharp giant swords from the side, cutting off the legs of the horses of the horses. In an instant, the Sultan Knights were overturned. Don't think that this was a very simple tactic. Facing the Mercedes of the Horse and the rider's spear, the warriors who made this action needed to be calm and bold, and experienced to judge when to swing the sword in time.

"Kill the Duke." The Sultan riders who were knocked over to the ground struggled to get up. They knew that they could win by killing Duke Frandel, so they threw away their spear, pulled out the short-handed axe from their waists, and rushed towards the Duke's position. Although the Sultan riders were brave enough, the Holy Grave guardians did not intend to let them go. The Holy Grave guardians who were wielding the giant sword blocked the Sultan riders' way without hesitation.

"Crusader." Seeing the guardians of the Holy Sect wearing a black shirt with a white cross printed on it, the Sultan riders almost spewed out flames. In the Western countries, the Crusaders were brave and noble warriors, but in the eyes of the Crescents, these Crusaders were just a group of shameless robbers. They attacked and invaded their own countries without reason, burned and killed and looted with religion. Each Crusader was covered in the hands of the Crescents' innocent blood.

"Allah is great~~~." The Sultan riders held up their battle axe, shouted Allah's name, and rushed towards the guardians of the Holy Sect. The Sultan riders in colored cotton armor fought with the guardians of the Holy Sect in chain armor.

"Ah~~~." Under the priest-like flat helmets of the guardians of the Holy Sepulchre, his eyes stared at these pagans without compassion. Killing the pagans can ascend to heaven. This is the promise of the Holy Crusades obtained by every crusader. They waved their giant swords with strong arms, and the snow-lit giant swords took the opportunity to cut off the arm of a Sultan rider. The arm holding the battle axe flew over people's heads. The Sultan rider held his broken limb and howled, but soon the giant sword cut off his head, causing him to stop screaming in pain.

"Sir, it's too dangerous here, please stand behind us." The vassals of Duke Frandel pulled out their swords at this time, and there were no attendants around them, because those attendants had been sent to the front line to fight with the tribal swordsmen. At this time, only these vassals were left beside the duke. So the vassals took out weapons to protect their monarchs and defended their past oaths with their lives.

"There is another cavalry, what's going on?" When the vassals were glad that the Sultan riders were blocked by the guardians of the Holy Sect, another Sultan rider rushed out from the right wing. They walked around the front line and rushed towards Duke Frandel and others who had no guards.

"Oh no, we have no knights anymore. The time for the adults to swear loyalty for themselves is here to protect the Duke." The vassals were sweating heavily by the damn sunshine and the bad situation. They formed a circle to protect the Duke in the middle, but everyone knew that many of them were old and could not stop the Sultans' attack. Duke Frandel held the hilt of his sword in despair.

"Boom, boom~~~." When everyone was anxious about the safety of the Duke, the roar of horse hooves came from the direction of Antioch. He heard the sound of a vassal climbing up the heights with his hands and feet. He saw a force holding the eagle flag running towards the fierce battle. At the front was an Antioch knight unit. They lined up in a triangle and rushed to the right wing. After a while, the two cavalry teams running at high speed met.

"Knights put the flat rifle~~~." Someone in the Antioch Knights' team shouted. At the same time, the Antioch Knights raised high and stood up like a forest carriage and rushed in at the position of the Sultan riders. Only a huge impact sounded, the Sultan riders screamed. The sharp rifle pushed several Sultan riders off the horse, and rolled to the ground with their own war horse Sultan riders. The war horse struggled to turn over, but like his master, he neighed for a moment and fell down.

"Reinforcements are reinforcements." The Antiochs who saw this scene couldn't help but cheer loudly, while the Sultans were ashamed. Their officers realized that the best time to kill Duke Frandel had disappeared.

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Chapter completed!