Section 45 Strategic Retreat

Among the Western countries, there are various heroic poems and legends about the knights. For the knights, the stories in the poem include various adventures and the descriptions of the knights, which also educate their descendants to recognize what kind of knights they will be. From the other side of the strait, the knights there inherited the style of the pirates in the north, wearing bright armor, holding sharp swords, and loving to fight on foot, and the offensive is mixed with the fishy storm from the ocean. The Kingdom of Bru, one of the top major countries in the continent, has nurtured many fief knights, so King Bru

The country is called the kingdom of knights. Bru is bold and romantic in nature. Knights riding tall horses and stalkers charge in front of the battle with a rifle. Even the lord's orders will be ignored. They will fight bravely and bravely and almost recklessly. However, this kind of reckless attack is feared by other countries. Among the top three countries, the Knights of Pummenbruce are called the most uninnovative. Their attacks and defenses have no personality and are therefore placed in the most inconspicuous position in poetry. However, the stubborn personality of the Pummenbruce is called the most difficult enemy.

Today, the Sultan Mamluks deeply felt the tenacity of the Pumenbruces. The Mamluks first launched the attack and relied on their strong helmets and armor to break into the Teutonic Knights' array. However, when the speed of the war horses' charge was slowed down, they found that they were deeply trapped in a bad situation. The Teutonic Knights wearing giant helmets wrapped the Mamluks in their own array, and the Teutonic Knights rode on the war horse and threw them away.

Their spear was drawn out and swung wildly. The Mamluks would be bleeding when they were not careful when they touched the edge of the mace. The Teutonic Knights were all knights from Pumen Bruce. They did not know the fancy swordsmanship of the Kate Kingdom Knights, nor did they have the unrestrained attacks of the Knights of the Bruce Kingdom. However, their education since childhood has made them practice the use of various weapons in a rigid manner, without any fancy and whistle, only the most practical moves.

"Damn it, these guys are so strong that it's annoying." Xia Ha, the captain of the Mamluk cavalry, felt that his back was soaked in sweat. He waved a scimitar to block a Teutonic Knight's striking attack from above. Although the thick scimitar blocked the mace, the vibration made his tiger's mouth numb. These damn Teutonic Knights' blunt weapons were really the nemesis of the Mamluks. The scales on Mamluk were enough to block any bow and arrows and sword stings. However, the Teutonic Knight's blunt weapon was enough to hurt Mamluk under the armor under the armor. Xia Ha saw Mamluk who was accidentally knocked on the back by a mace, blood sprayed out from his mouth and dyed his chain armor mask red. His body leaned forward and his head hung down. The weapon in his hand fell to the ground weakly, and his internal organs were shattered by the mace.

"Kill these pagans, I am Otto of the Teutonic Knights, wow~~~." Otto led the Teutonic Knights to descend on the Mamluks like a god of war. The blood and broken teeth brought out from the mace fell all over the ground.

"Master Xiaha, it's not good. If this continues, we will kill them all." The Mamluks also felt extremely difficult. Although it was just a small local battle, the soldiers on the entire battlefield were paying attention. If they failed here, the morale would be severe. This situation made the Mamluks in a dilemma.

"Woo~~~." At this moment, the order to retreat from the Sultan base camp made the Mamluks breathe a sigh of relief. When the infantry retreated like a tide, the Mamluks paid the lives of several of their subordinates before fleeing from the difficult pursuit of the Teutonic Knights.

"Oh~~~." The remaining soldiers in Antioch's defense cheered for victory, and finally breathed a sigh of relief as they looked at the gradually retreating enemy. However, no one knows how long this situation can last, and only God knows how long his life can be preserved.

"This time it's really thanks to your help, Teutonic Knights." In Duke Frandel's tent, the Duke praised Otto very much. The Teutonic Knights silently held their sword hilts and stood on both sides. The Teutonic Knights wearing horned helmets were silently stressed, which made other Antiochs feel much pressure.

"Although Lord Duke repelled the enemy's attack this time, the number of pagans is amazing. How long can we last?" Bald Otto took off his helmet and fought fiercely in the hot weather for hours. Even Otto, who had a strange force, felt very difficult.

"I know, but we must hold on to the front." Duke Frandel walked to the map on the wooden table. His age was so hard that he could not do it. After several days of battle, he personally led the knights of the inner palace to fight. However, the damn Sultans obviously rely on the number of people to take turns to fight. They wanted to drag down the entire Antioch's line.

"Why didn't the Duke of Bellathon send reinforcements? Does he want to watch us be destroyed?" The Duke's generals clenched their fists and said angrily. Now the only remaining power in the Antioch Kingdom is the Duke of Bellathon.

"Dude, no, no, the enemy has started attacking again. This time I really can't defend it." At this moment, an Antioch knight rushed in outside the tent and said in horror. Everyone hurriedly put on their clothes and rushed out of the tent in order, and saw that it was as dark as an ant on the horizon. This time, unlike several tentative attacks, the Sultans begged all their strength this time.

"Oh no, they have tested the weakness of our defense." Under the scorching sun, Duke Frandel felt chill all over. His armor and sword trembled abnormally. Bald Otto glanced at the Duke. The Duke had reached its limit. As a veteran, he did a very good job. With this tired army, he resisted the fierce attack of the Sultans, but probably had reached its limit.

"The Guardians of the Holy Sepulchre bring the Duke away from here." Bald Otto turned around and said to the Guardians of the Holy Sepulchre.

"What did you say? How could I leave as the commander?" Duke Frandel said angrily, but even the guardians of the Holy Grave knew that the battle had been lost. If this continues, the Duke will definitely be captured by the enemy.

"Before coming, Count Schwab had already told me," said Otto, bald, to Duke Frandel.

Before Schwab went to Baghdad, he had a separate conversation with bald Otto. Before leaving, Schwab had already predicted that Duke Frandel's failure was inevitable. For an army hanging on the border, it was not easy to resist the fierce enemy, not to mention the betrayer of the Duke of Bellason. Therefore, Schwab sent the Teutonic Knights to the front line on the one hand to help the Duke, and on the other hand, to persuade the Duke to retreat strategically at the worst time.

"How can I leave my honor behind as the regency of Antioch, and run away before the enemy?" Just like all the noble knights, Duke Frandel certainly rejected this cowardly suggestion.

"Duke, if it were in the past, even if you died in battle here, it was the Knight's work. But you have to consider that Her Majesty the Queen, the delay of the Duke of Bellason's reinforcements has already shown his infidelity? If you and your vassal troops are all sacrificed here, who can protect Her Majesty the Queen?" Bald Otto continued.

"Did the Duke of Bellason really betray us?"

"No wonder he has been unwilling to mobilize his vassals, perhaps just waiting for us to be destroyed by the pagans." Duke Frandel's vassals said angrily.

"I understand. Divide the team into small groups to retreat to Antioch Castle and burn supplies." Duke Frandel's eyes flashed with tears. He tried his best to protect the Duke of Antioch Kingdom, but the betrayal of the shameless Duke Bellason made everything waste. The duke immediately ordered the retreat to never let the shameless person succeed, and handed over the kingdom to the hands of this villain.

When the Sudanese occupied the entire front, Duke Frandel had already led the main force of the team to retreat. Although he obtained an empty castle Antioch's defense line, except for sporadic battles, the Antioch army unexpectedly retreated without fighting.

"Why don't you pursue?" In the Sudanese's station, several Antiochs shouted loudly. The Sudanese looked at them with contempt and saw no one paying attention, and they walked angrily into Muhard's central tent, while Muhard was sitting in the tent to rest.

"It's so rude that you broke into here." Muhald looked up at the Antiochs. They were messengers sent by the Duke of Bellason and were sent to destroy Duke Frandel's troops.

"Sir, have you forgotten your agreement with the Duke of Bellathon?" Wearing a round cake turban and a noble cardigan, and dressed like a messenger, the Duke of Bellathon's court foreign minister. He was responsible for negotiations with Saladin, but Saladin left here to stabilize the domestic political situation. Therefore, the real commander here is Saladin's student and son-in-law Muhald.

"Hmph, the agreement is just an agreement, but you have no right to command me, pagans." Muhard disliked these traitors from the bottom of his heart, but Saladin was right. Although they were despicable and annoying, they did not hinder their use. Of course, if they had no use value, they could also be discarded.

"We are willing to reveal the intelligence of the Duke Frandel's troops. Isn't we just hope you can destroy him? But now they have fled back to Fort Antioch, which will pose a major threat to my monarch."

"Come on, it's because of your belief in your so-called information that my Mamluk's casualties are caused by you." Muhard frowned and pulled out his scimitar and looked at the Duke of Bellason's external minister.

"Sir, what do you mean? We didn't expect the Teutonic Knight to appear on the battlefield. This is a complete misunderstanding." Seeing the sharp scimitar in Muhard's hand, the external minister was so scared that he retreated repeatedly. He said with a stuttering face.

"Enough, if I hear your poisonous tongue, I will pull it out and feed it to the dog." Muhard suppressed his anger and said, pulling the scimitar into sheath.

"Yes, yes." The foreign minister hurriedly bowed and escaped from the tent, followed by other Antiochs.

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