Chapter 52 The wonderful battle situation

Just as Duke Frandel ordered, the soldiers from Muhard opposite rushed to a hundred steps away from the camp. The Sultans were ruthlessly relying on the large number of people and black people, roaring like wild animals. The gray and yellow sand was stirred up by these rough soldiers, like a layer of gauze covering the Antioch. This rushing scene really shocked many newly enlisted militias, but it didn't take long for the sergeant commanders or veterans around them to use it.

The actual actions made them wake up. Under the officer's leather boots and the veterans' scolding, the recruits trembled with their hands and placed the crossbow arrow on the crankshaft crossbow, squatted down and stirred the winch behind the crossbow desperately, and then raised the crossbow in their hands to aim at the enemy crowd that almost didn't need to aim. The flying crossbow arrows would definitely hit the densely charged enemy, but the Sultans would not stop because of these sparse crossbows killing several companions, but instead stepped on the bodies of their companions' bodies and charged even harder.

"Young men, grab the weapons in their hands, and give them a look when they see the damn pagans. The best enemy is the dead enemy." An old sergeant wearing a round helmet and a blind eye, said the new recruits facing the guard behind a circle of camp fences made of pickets. Under the leadership of experienced veterans, the Antioch soldiers calmed down a little. They nervously grabbed their maches or spears, hid behind the fence and watched the enemy getting closer and closer.

Because of the vast territory and a period of very peaceful life, the population was large and the economy was prosperous, the Crescent Sect made the people in the country extremely united. The worship activities that everyone attends in the morning of the day brought this unity tightly. Therefore, hundreds of thousands of troops served him at the command of the Sultan. However, because several early Sudans were addicted to the peace of the harem, the Crusaders repeatedly captured the territory and established the Crusaders' kingdoms. The prestige of the Sultan was no longer as good as before, but Saladin regained the glory of the Sultans in the past and gathered their military forces to launch a counterattack on the Crusaders.

However, the British lords of the first crusaders died for various reasons, which led to the crusaders that gathered the power of the kingdoms of the Western continent being split. Crusaders continued to retreat and return to their country under the leadership of their lords, and only the weak crusad kingdom was left behind.

The army of the Sultanate consists of two parts. Mamluks were professional warriors who obtained land from the nominal leader Sultan. They had the property generated by the fief to make a living and did not have to worry about their own lives. In order to repay the grace of the monarch, the Mamluks worked with the army all their lives, wearing scales and snatches to win honor and wealth with their swords and spears. Their combat power was comparable to that of the knights of the Western continent, but the number of these elite warriors was very small, and the number of Mamluks in the Sultan palace determined the status of the generals.

The second part is the temporary recruitment of soldiers. They are ordinary civilians living in the Sultanate, farmers facing the loess and facing the sky, handicraftsmen who live in cities, and mercenaries attracted by slaves and spoils on the battlefield. These people are part of supporting the entire huge Sudanese army. However, these are almost no wealth. Not long ago, they were recruited soldiers from civilians. They could not buy war horses and excellent armor, especially scale armor connected by small pieces of iron. This kind of time-consuming workmanship but well-defensive armor is so high that it is scary. Therefore, the recruitment of soldiers has almost no armor on their bodies except for buying inferior scimitars and shields, so their casualties are the biggest on the battlefield every time.

"Don't let the enemy approach, don't be afraid of them." The Antioch sergeants and chiefs walked on the front line, inspiring their soldiers. The arrows and more powerful crossbows kept shooting in Antioch's camp took the lives of the Sultan soldiers close to the camp. In Antioch's camp, there were lucky enough Kate long bow soldiers. These long bow soldiers with rich shooting experience picked up a tall purple-shirted wooden bow, and shot the bows and arrows into the sky to let these long bows and arrows land on the dense heads of the enemy outside the camp.

"Ah, ah~~~." Kate's long bowmen shot eliminated many Sudan soldiers who were trying to break through the camp's defense line. When they wanted to climb onto the picket fence, they were shot into the vital points of their heads by arrows. They screamed and rolled into the trench, and the bodies became stepping stones for their companions behind them.

"Duke, please rest assured that our camp is very strong and can withstand the attacks of pagans." Duke Frandel's vassal comforted the Duke. Duke Frandel's camp was set up in the valley. Even in the sea of ​​Sultans, the camp was like a small boat in the ocean. Although it was floating, it was still tenacious.

"I hope the Templars can arrive in time. We have successfully attracted the enemy here." Duke Frandel looked up at the sky. The sun was still so hot. Time was as slow as a crawling turtle, and every second was so unbearable.

At the moment when the fierce battle was taking place in front of the Duke Frandel's camp, the Templars had quietly approached the battlefield, but they stopped in a canyon away from the battlefield. Lei Ruo seemed to be preparing to wait for the most appropriate time to attack, but the Templars were all passionate warriors. They were all excited to see the battle of thousands of people in the battlefield. The Templars believed that their commander would order the attack soon.

"Captain, aren't you still ordering an attack?" The Templars asked Lei Ruo for battle, but Lei Ruo was watching the battlefield on his own horse. He had a calm face because the enemy's main force had not been dispatched yet. Most of the sultans were recruited infantry on the battlefield. A small number of archers surrounded the battlefield. It was obvious that Muhard wanted his superior force to consume Duke Frandel's military strength, while Muhard's most elite Mamluks had not yet been dispatched.

Muhard also watched the situation on the battlefield. He knew that his recruitment infantry was not strong. Their only function was to become cannon fodder on his way to victory. However, he did not expect that the Antiochs' resistance was so tenacious. The camp made of pointed wooden stakes were tenaciously scattered in the valley. The large number of troops he threw in wasted physical strength. Once the soldiers' physical strength dropped to the extreme, their morale would collapse. Maybe he was wrong and should not have invested so much military force in vain. He was too upset. If it were Saladin, he would definitely make an accurate judgment. Muhard couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

"Defend the east side, the spearmen quickly block the gap." Antioch's camp was finally gradually broken through because of the small number of people. Conscripted infantry in traditional robes of the Sultans kept breaking into the camp. The noble knights in the camp knew that it was their turn to go on the field. The knights in chain armor and barrel helmets walked and used swords and shields to eliminate the sultan soldiers who rushed in. The knights' superb swordsmanship effortlessly killed these untrained recruited infantry. In fact, the conscripted infantry finally broke through the first line of defense and had been overdrawn, and the knights who were ready to go quickly blocked the gap. This was also a skill commanded by Duke Frandel.

"Sir, do you want the Mamluks to go into battle?" At this time, the priest beside Muhard suggested. It seemed that only Mamluk, who had the same professional samurai, could defeat the walking knight, but Muhard shook his head.

"Order the Sahasen infantry to attack." Muhard always had an ominous sign in his heart. People who have been on the battlefield for a long time will hone this keen intuition in harsh environments. Although there is no logic, they can often make the most direct and effective judgments.

"Mercenary?" The priest frowned. He did not believe in those mercenaries who only took money and had no faith. They did not need any motivation except money, and they were simply livestock with two legs.

"Sir, the leader of the Sahasen mercenaries asked to see you." Although Muhard gave the order, he did not immediately see the Sahasen people from the battlefield. At this time, a messenger stepped forward to report.

"What? What's wrong with that dead cripple?" Muhard said unhappily.

"Haha, my lord, my master." As soon as Muhard finished speaking, a man with messy hair limped up from the Mamluk horse surrounding Muhard. He stretched out his thick arms and pushed away the people and horses blocking the front, shouting loudly under his messy beard.

"Chadal, what's the matter? I have ordered you to take your people to fight immediately, but why didn't I see them on the battlefield?" Muhard looked down at the humble man under his feet from the moment he looked down at the humble rat-like man under his feet, but Chaadal didn't care about his attitude and still grinned.

"My master, my people don't want to go to the battlefield, and I have no choice."

"What? Are you going to disobey military orders?" Muhard said angrily.

"No, because you know that we Sahasen are superstitious. A fortune teller said that something unfortunate would happen recently when we went to the battlefield. I have explained to them your majesty, but they don't listen to me, and I can't do anything." Chadal replied to Muhard with his dirty nails.

"You~~." Muhard's lungs were about to explode. It was of course an unfortunate thing to go to the battlefield. The mercenaries actually refused to fight with such a ridiculous reason. However, these mercenaries were not their own subordinates. They were just using money to do things. There were various strange customs in the world of mercenaries. If they violated these customs, they could even refuse to fight, and even the Sultan could not order them.

"Okay, Chadal, we will pay you twice the amount of money, so that's OK." The priest looked at Muhard with a pale face and walked up to Chadal and said, knowing the temperament of these mercenaries, he used money to tempt him.

"Well, but it's hard to convince them, how about three times or three times the price?" Chadal licked his dry lips and said greedily at the priest.

"No, at most twice." Muhard quickly reacted and bargained.

"Oh, okay." Chadal thought for a while, feeling that the amount of oil he had taken was pretty good, so he whistled back to his team.

"Young men, pick up the weapons and let's make a fortune~~~." Chadal's loud and rough voice sounded. He put on his pointed helmet, wrapped in chain armor that he had taken off the dead body, and waved his sword and shouted to his brothers.

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