The time for the Templars to choose was very appropriate. The overwhelming carbine charge was like a sharp and scorching knife that cut into the butter. Although Muhard's guards were numerous, they did not have the elite Mamluk to follow. The remaining soldiers could not resist the attack of the Templars. The carbine pierced into the first floor of infantry, and the high-speed charge was wrapped in the sand and dust brought by the horse's hooves. The carbine in the hands of the Templars was not like in the competition field. It was installed on the head of the gun with a crown-shaped blunt weapon. When it hits the enemy, it would crack and smash. On the battlefield, the knights' carbine was equipped with a sharp gun tip. After piercing the bodies of several Sudan soldiers, the carbine cracked and was thrown away by the knights.

For the Templars, carriage rifles are just weapons when they launch their first attack. Their real weapon is a great sword hanging on the side of the war horse. This great sword is only worthy of the real noble and well-trained Templars. The Templars throw away the broken carriage rifles and draw out this long sword with small spikes in front of the handle. The Templars have been trained as warriors since childhood. After entering the glorious Knights Templars, they are screened layer by layer and trained after hard training. They can be called the Templars. They are truly the elite among the elites. None of the soldiers recruited from the Sultanate territory are enemies of a turn. Even the officers in the Sultanate troops were killed and removed from the horse in less than two rounds after encountering the Templars. i

The morale of the numerous soldiers was maintained by grassroots officers. After seeing the officers being split in half by the Templar's sword, the soldiers' faces were extremely pale and fear continued to grow in the hearts of the soldiers. Just a Templar was so difficult to deal with, but they were facing a whole group of Knights Templars. The entire Templars kept tearing the defense line of the Sultans like wild animals, and the close Sultan soldiers were flying. This scene made the Sultans mistakenly think that they were in hell.

"God's will." Lei Ruo waved the great sword in his hand. He was at the front of the entire team. The white burqa on his body was actually coated with a layer of plasma. The body of the war horse under his crotch was covered with blood beads of sweat. This was the effect of the war horse's sweat mixed with the enemy's blood.

"Stop, idiot, idiot." The priest saw the damn crusade flag of the Templars constantly approaching the head coach near Muhard. He was so angry that he ordered loudly to the guards around him. The Sultan soldiers immediately rushed towards the Templars, trying to block the Templars' advance.

"Swoosh." Just as the Templars were fighting fiercely, the sound of breaking through the air came from the sky. When the knights looked up, they saw countless arrows falling on their heads. They saw a group of archers gathered beside Muhard. They were constantly bending their bows and shooting indiscriminately in the direction of the Templars. At the same time, they were shooting the sultan infantry who were fighting with the knights.

"Oh, don't be afraid of these bows and arrows. We are the fearless Templars of God, with God's will." Lei Ruo was shot with an arrow on his shoulder, but the arrogant commander rejected the suggestion of other knights to retreat and was still fighting on the front line. The commander's courage further inspired the morale of other Templars, making this army unstoppable.

"Damn it, I'm no match for these pagans." The Sultan soldiers looked at the terrible knights riding horses and constantly wielding their swords to split their companions into several pieces. When this idea spread like a plague in the Sudanese army, this timid idea made their weapons wielding movements slightly slow, and this slight gap would inevitably lead to life being lost when facing the Templars.

"What's going on? Why can't so many of us stop these damn pagan knights?" The priest rode on the horse and cursed fiercely, but there was no way for the Templars who were constantly approaching. Other soldiers except Mamluk could not stop them. However, Mamluk fell into the place where he fought with Duke Frandel and could not retreat all at once. This period was enough for the Templars to rush into the center of the formation to kill Muhald and others.

"Don't panic, hum, it seems we have been trapped." Muhard had completely calmed down at this time and said to the panicked priest.

"What did you say? We were trapped?" The priest was shocked.

"The damn Templars actually used Duke Frandel as bait for victory. I guess they were hiding aside when we were fighting Duke Frandel and only appeared when we both sides consumed it. I didn't expect them to be able to hold it back." Muhald smiled sarcastically, and he was actually used. It seemed that the Antioch kingdom was also very unstable.

"What should we do now?" asked the priest sweating profusely.

"Report that Duke Frandel was killed by our Mamluk." At this time, a sultan messenger sent the news of Duke Frandel's death to Muhald. Sure enough, when Muhald looked at the Duke's camp, the flag representing the Duke had already been lowered. In this era, the flag is a symbol of aristocratic family background and identity, and the flag is there.

"Okay, now only the only thing left to deal with the Templars." The priest couldn't help but dance happily. Duke Frandel was a notorious pagan among the Sultans, and his death was really satisfying.

"Tell me, retreat immediately, let the infantry entangle the Templars, Mamluk and the archers retreat first, and we should leave." But Muhard did not intend to fight the Templars, he seemed to have other plans.

"Why?" asked the priest in surprise. In his opinion, this was the best time to concentrate his strength to eliminate the Templars.

"Ashes my orders." Muhard did not explain, turned his horse's head and took his most elite cavalry and left the battlefield without looking back. The elite Mamluks and the cavalry who obeyed his orders left the infantry and left without caring about it.

"What? The cavalry all ran away?" When the Sudanese infantry turned their heads, they saw that the most elite troops had begun to evacuate. At this time, only the two-legged infantry were left on the battlefield. A chill hit the hearts. The Sudanese infantry who had lost the leadership and cavalry assistance were soon beaten by the Templars. Although supported by religious enthusiasm, no one was fool at this time. The Sudanese infantry, in groups of three or three, fled with weapons, gradually turned into a large-scale defeat. The Templars were killed happily, shouting and chasing these unlucky infantrymen. It seemed that the victory had completely turned to the Templars.
Chapter completed!