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Chapter 892: With the Blood of the King

Chapter 892: With the Blood of the King

All the visitors were Knights Hospitallers under Lothar. Their strength improved rapidly. In addition to the tempering in the combat records, this era with a strong religious atmosphere did have the soil suitable for the development and growth of "Holy Light".

"These people are not simple. They should be the elite troops under Saladin."

"The enemy commander looks like a big fish, perhaps a prince or nobleman."

The leader of the Knights Hospitaller held a flail hammer in his hand. The hammer head was stained with countless small iron nails and bloodstains that were not yet clear. He swung the flail and did a little trick.

"Do you want to catch him alive?"

"Of course!"

The flail knights laughed and rushed forward, one at the front, killing at the forefront.

Malik was furious. He could feel the undisguised contempt on the other's face.

The King of you Franks looks down on me, so do you, his minions, have the right to look down on me?

"Kill them all!"

He roared and attacked with his sword raised.

The Kasaji guards behind him followed closely, following in silence.

boom--

With a sound of breaking wind, the hammer head of the flail came towards his head. This weapon, which was made based on the prototype of a farm tool, would break his neck even if he was wearing the most exquisite helmet in Damascus.

He hastily swung his sword to block, but unexpectedly the knight opposite just smiled grimly, and the hammer head he swung actually wrapped around his weapon with the iron chain.

The knight made a move to draw, and Malik was so frightened that he hastily dropped his sword and took off the sabre from his waist. However, he did not expect that the knight just used the flail to take his sword back, and then stood where he was, examining his trophy with interest.

"It is said that Damascus has the best craftsmen in the world. Today I see that their reputation is well-deserved. This sword is great. You should follow me from now on."

The tall flail knight laughed, and his laughter made Malik look like a rookie on the battlefield.

Malik was furious, but he also realized that these enemies were by no means mediocre. The huge force that the flail in the enemy's hand had just hit the sword in his hand was definitely not something that ordinary people could possess.

Obviously, these are also soldiers who have taken magic potions!

The flail knight laughed wildly, but his companions behind him were silent like ascetics. Only under the helmets that looked like "pig mouths", a pair of cold eyes looked at them as if they were a group of dead people.

"Be careful."

Malik gave a simple reminder, then picked up a shield from the dead soldier on the ground and held it in his hand as if facing a formidable enemy. More than ten people from each side took up their positions, and the battle was about to break out.

"That's enough fun, Murphy."

Someone behind him reminded him impatiently. The Flail Knight put the sword aside and hooked his finger at Malik: "Keep the scabbard for me."

Malik could understand Frank, and his breathing under the visor became three times faster.

Both sides launched attacks on each other without any prior agreement.

boom--

It was that familiar gust of wind again. The flail knight named Murphy used this weapon. Even his companions did not dare to approach him easily. The attack range was far beyond that of ordinary short-handled weapons, forcing Malik to retreat step by step.

"Damn it!"

Malik tried to block with his shield, but the iron shield was smashed into pieces. His arm that was holding the shield hurt. If he hadn't been wearing a plywood wrist guard, his arms would have been broken.

"Your Highness!"

In the melee, a Kasaji guard had already seen that Malik was no match for this man, and at this critical moment, he ignored the oncoming sharp blade, exposed his back and took the sword, picked up a javelin from the ground and threw it at the flail knight, forcing him to stop his stormy attack, giving Malik a brief chance to catch his breath.

"So you have been defending but not attacking all this time. Are you thinking about your master?"

The Hospitaller who was facing the Kasaj Guardsman said in a muffled voice from under his mask: "He is a loyal man. Would you like to consider changing his allegiance to someone else?"

The Kasaji guard who had managed to stand up sneered and said, "I'm already in this state, what's the point of changing my master?"

The Knight Hospitaller sighed with some regret.

According to European logic, most of the Mamluks of the Ayyubid dynasty had attended church schools. Apart from anything else, the fact that they could speak multiple languages ​​such as Frank and Saracen was something that many Crusader princes could not do.

Unfortunately, these talents are also the most difficult targets for the Crusaders to rebel.

"I can rescue you."

The Kasaji guard spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "I'll wait for you in hell!"

"Pity"

He sighed, knowing that the other party would never surrender, so he simply pushed away the weapon that was blocking him and pierced through his thin collar with his sword, ending his life.

The battle was one-sided. Malik was no match for the Flail Knight, and the rest of the Kasaji Guards were by no means a match for the Hospitaller Knights who wielded the power of Holy Light.

Malik watched the Kasaji guards around him fall one by one. The tallest knight holding the flail had a rough smile that became more and more arrogant, but he no longer had the anger he had at the beginning.

Despair, fear, hatred

At this last moment of his life, he tried desperately to stand up straight and make himself stronger, as he said, "I died fighting to protect Damascus and his father Saladin."

Finally, three Kasaj guards protected Malik and retreated into a tower.

The archers and militiamen guarding the tower also came to the door to defend, but Malik did not feel any sense of security.

The shouts and cries became quieter and quieter, replaced by sobs of fear, shrill screams and wails of pain.

"Your Highness, let's go to die first."

A Kasaj guard knelt on one knee in front of Malik, picked up his weapon and rushed towards the tower entrance.

But soon, his helmet was smashed into pieces by the terrible flail, dirty blood gushed out of all his orifices, and he fell to the ground.

The remaining two people couldn't hold on for much longer.

The savage Frankish knight strode up to him, brandishing a bloody flail, and looked with interest at the ornate jeweled scabbard at his waist.

"Now, can we return this scabbard to its original owner?"

Return the property to its original owner?

"You pagan bastards, I'll be waiting for you in hell!"

Malik took a deep look at these shameless Frank executioners, took a deep breath, and then turned the blade without hesitation and cut his neck with all his strength.

boom--

His body fell to the ground uncontrollably. He wanted to speak, but the blood choked him and he couldn't utter a word.

Father, I didn't embarrass you.

It didn't bring shame to the family.

Just as his consciousness was about to fade, a cold iron boot stepped into the pool of blood in front of him.

The flail knight wearing a pig-faced helmet lifted his mask, took off Malik's scabbard stained with his own blood with some disgust, wiped it on the fallen Saladin flag, and tied it around his waist in a dignified manner.

"Cut off his head and put it on a pike to show the pagans!"

A Hospitaller Knight objected: "Murphy, that's enough. Although he is a pagan, he is also a warrior worthy of respect."

Murphy sneered, "Only dead pagans are good pagans. Your Majesty has given us horses, fighting skills, weapons and equipment, and even extraordinary power, but don't really think of yourself as a knight. At least I won't. You can show your chivalry, but I'm sorry, I'm just a pig butcher. I will always remember the scene when those Saracen bastards raided our village."

As he spoke, he squatted down and took out a dagger from his belt.

"Boy, when you get to Hell, you can accuse the devil. My name is Murphy. Remember that."

click -

Malik's world fell into complete silence.