paranoianovel Chapter 705
Chapter 705
Chapter 705
"Next, it's time for us to show our abilities. We can't just watch His Majesty show off his power."
Giovanni looked back at the wolf descendant wearing a horn helmet and said:
"Hans, you lead the Iron Wing Company to patrol our left wing and look for opportunities to fight on your own."
The Iron Wing Company is a Crusader cavalry company composed of Crusader princes and their cavalry, with a number of about a thousand people. They are equipped with different equipment, but most of them are not equipped with horse armor. Compared with armored cavalry, their mobility is undoubtedly stronger.
Hans nodded and accepted the order, leading the Iron Wing Company to break away from the main force.
He led the team to stop on a slope and soon identified the "Sand Scorpion Battle Flag" in the message sent by the scouts.
"Send a message to General Giovanni. I plan to attack the enemy's left wing. Let him arrange support."
It was undoubtedly an extremely luxurious thing to use heavy cavalry to charge directly into the battle line. Although Giovanni was a good general, in his time, with the bloody lesson of the Battle of Agincourt in mind, it was difficult to make the decision to order the heavy cavalry to charge.
But in fact, the Saracens' infantry line was very weak, far from the later era when the Flemish infantry phalanx, Swiss infantry phalanx and English longbowmen were so powerful.
"This guy is really reckless."
Giovanni frowned, but immediately made a decision: "Since he determined that it was the enemy's weak point, the Saracens would definitely not neglect their defenses. Send a message to the Flemish Walloon Company to assist and help General Hans break through the enemy's left wing."
Orhan, who received the news quickly, laughed and said, "It's our turn to go on stage, Charlie boy, be alert and don't lose the status of our dragon blood family."
After saying that, he didn't care about anything and took the lead, riding the sharp-clawed dragon and rushing towards the enemy.
Charles cursed him as a "reckless man" and issued orders in a hurry: "What are you still standing there for? Follow my battle flag and let the Saracens see the bravery of our Lowland Knights!"
The wind was freezing cold and the sight of white frost falling was so strange that even the flying dust seemed to be frozen to the ground.
White mist spewed out of the mouths and noses of the war horses. Some people subconsciously looked towards the battlefield. The sound of fighting had gradually subsided, and they could vaguely see the last giant beast wailing and then falling down in the mist.
There were only a dozen or so Wild Hunt Knights wearing black cloaks. They walked out of the white fog, their eyes burning with cold flames swept over the enemies, and then slowly retreated.
Immediately afterwards, the white mist dissipated.
This legion from hell finally disappeared without a trace. The armor left by the dead Wild Hunt Knights and the broken ice crystals of the hounds all disappeared without a trace, leaving only the broken corpses of the giant beasts.
"This is the power of Ms. Prajna."
Hans murmured quietly. Although the Wild Hunt had never engaged the enemy's main force, their final appearance still greatly shook the enemy's morale. If it weren't for some imams holding up the sacred fire basins used for sacrifice, which dispelled the chill from their bodies and inspired their hearts, it would be another matter whether these people would still be willing to march forward.
He raised his armored lance high: "Men, do you see that scorpion flag? Whoever can capture that flag before me will get the first-class merit of the Iron Wing Company!"
"Hallelujah!"
As he spoke, he clamped his legs tightly around his mount and rushed out first.
The noble knights behind him were also excited. The Iron Wing Company was the first to achieve success? This battle was almost certain to be won. If they could get such a great achievement, they could at least be given an earldom, right?
Whether for glory, for God, or for tangible benefits, the morale of the Iron Wing Company has reached its peak.
Boom——
The sound of horse hooves rumbled.
A group of Crusader knights, wearing robes of various colors and embroidered with various emblems, raised their lances with iris flags tied to them.
"Stop them!"
A team of more than 3,000 black Gurams who were covering the enemy's flank launched a counterattack immediately. They were cavalrymen who were former northern Nubian nomads and were skilled in archery and horse riding. They shot arrows to block the attack.
The light infantry on the enemy's left wing also shot arrows and threw stones.
However, the Crusader Knights with multiple benefits did not slow down at all in the face of the rain of arrows. They shouted "In the name of God", "For Saint Losa", and "Hallelujah" and launched an all-out charge.
Suddenly, the line of the Black Gurams who were intercepting them became unstable. The Flanders Walloon Company led by Orhan and Baron Charles had come from the flank, and their target was of course the Black Gurams who were blocking the Iron Wing Company.
The Black Gurams quickly changed their weapons and picked up melee weapons to prepare to meet the enemy.
Although there was no prior communication, Hans and Baron Charles cooperated very well. They bypassed the black gurrams who blocked their way and smashed into the enemy's left wing like a giant battering ram.
It was a team composed of Coptic conscripts, most of whom wore leather armor or simply cloth robes, holding wooden square and round shields, some of which didn't even have iron hoops, and could be easily cut in half with a single blow.
Many Coptic soldiers were so frightened when they saw these tall armored cavalrymen charging towards them that they did not even have the courage to fight them and wanted to flee in all directions.
At this time, the Crusader infantry in the front, the most elite armored sergeants, had already engaged the Saracen phalanx head-on. Both sides deployed their elite troops in the middle. Shields collided, weapons were swung, and the fight started so intense that it was impossible to tell who was stronger and who was weaker.
But this was only the most elite infantry unit among the Saracens. The phalanxes of the other units immediately showed a one-sided situation after encountering the enemy.
Adil wanted to dispatch flank cavalry for support, but these flank cavalry had already done their best to barely stop the Crusader cavalry, and it was simply impossible to withdraw troops.
The battle had only been going on for less than half an hour and some of the phalanxes were already showing signs of crumbling. If it weren't for the huge advantage in numbers, they would have been in a disastrous defeat by now.
Adil took a deep breath and watched the battle situation nervously, trying to find a good way out.
If they could win this battle, although, as Shemayer said, it would be difficult to annihilate most of the main forces of the Crusaders, and to achieve victory in one battle and drive the Crusaders out of Egypt, but at this point, how could he still dream of such a beautiful thing?
If they win, they can continue to confront the Crusaders. At worst, they can continue to delay the Crusaders' offensive to take over the whole of Egypt, leaving some room for Saladin in Damascus to maneuver.
But if it were defeated, Egypt would soon change its name to Habsburg.
By then, the countdown to the demise of the Ayyubid dynasty would have begun.
After only one hour, the situation on the battlefield took a sharp turn for the worse. After witnessing Lothar's heroic feat of shooting the dragon with arrows, the morale of the Saracen coalition, each with their own ulterior motives, had already plummeted to the bottom. How could they put up any tough battle?
The Coptic team was particularly restless.
At least the Saracens still had the blessing of their fanatical faith, but the Copts had no reason or courage to continue fighting.
The reason they were willing to continue fighting was that the Saracens had done enough propaganda to demonize the Crusaders. However, the Dark Shadow Organization's secret propaganda was not in vain. Although it was only for a short time, it was effective in the end.
At this moment, Jeanne led the army, like a spearhead, leading the armored cavalry company, like a chariot with a decisive hammer, and attacked from the flank.
Adil saw the white iris flag at the first moment and knew that this was the Crusaders' decision to use their most powerful force.
These heavy cavalry, like iron towers, moved slowly forward in a wedge formation. They did not need any speed boost, and their impact force was enough to smash any square formation.
"Governor, we can't win."
A Kasaji guard beside him said in a deep voice: "You have lived up to His Majesty's appointment. It is time to leave. His Majesty cannot do without your help."
Adil sighed softly and smiled bitterly. "Yes, we can't win. From the beginning, I was trying to fight for a chance of survival. He, Lothar, dared to reach a tacit understanding with me, wasn't it because he knew that he could still win even without the spellcaster?"
"But I can't leave. I must die here."
Adil's tone was firm: "The way this battle turned out is entirely my fault. It's not your Majesty's fault, it's not the Holy Fire's fault, and it's not the Crusaders' fault. The Franks are invincible. Do you understand?"