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"In front of a strong enemy, be fearless and fearless!"

Ulm raised the spear he used for patrolling, and the iris flag hanging at the end of the spear fluttered in the wind, revealing a double-headed eagle about to fly.

Lothar bestowed upon them honors, titles, armor, weapons, and even miraculously endowed them with combat skills.

In their hearts, they deeply understand one thing: if it weren't for Lothar, they might still be a small peasant soldier on the low wall.

"Protecting the weak is worthy of Heaven's law!"

The hussars behind them shouted in response.

"Husband, come with me!"

Ulm shouted.

Otto looked at the tanned faces with complicated expressions, and held his head high, as if before him was not the end of a generous death, but a parade full of cheers and glory.

He opened his mouth and hesitated.

"What admirable knights."

"Maybe some of them don't have the title of knight, but they definitely deserve the title of knight."

"Will I be able to have such a brave and fearless knight following me in the future?"

Otto lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

The hussars moved forward slowly, accumulating horsepower.

Ulm in the lead was actually far less composed than he appeared to be.

This is not the first time he has led a team to fight. His previous opponents are just desert bandits, rogues, and thieves. How can they compare with the well-equipped Mamluk cavalry on the opposite side?
Behind him, the sound of horseshoes came from far to near.

Otto's chest was printed with the emblem of a red standing lion, which was particularly conspicuous in the sunlight.

Ulm shouted in astonishment: "Master Otto, this place is very dangerous, please go back quickly."

Otto wore a linen cloth to cover his face, and said loudly: "A strong enemy is at hand! What's the next sentence?"

Ulm subconsciously replied, "Fearless and fearless."

"But Master Otto, how can you, a noble person like you, take risks with us?"

"Heh, what kind of noble person am I, and only you can see me like that."

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Otto's face.

The Habsburgs are just a small family, like country bumpkins compared with the prominent big families of Welf, Hohenstaufen, Capet, and Babenberg.

"What's more, even if the Franks are the monarch of a country, they have to fight in person."

"Let me charge with you, Ulm, what would Lothar do if he was here?"

Ulm was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "If it is Lord Lothar, he will charge with us and lead us to victory."

Otto was silent for a moment.

The answer surprised him a bit.

They all have one head and two legs. Where do you have the confidence that he can lead a dozen cavalrymen to defeat an enemy who is at least ten times his size so far?

But none of that matters anymore.

He took off the iron spearhead hanging from the saddle and replaced the old one on the shaft.

This is actually not necessary, he just wants to relieve the tension in his heart through such actions.

After all, Otto never thought of himself as a brave knight.

Facing the blazing sun.

He smiled and said, "I'm definitely not as good as Lothar. All I can do is to charge with you. I hope we can all go back alive."

"In the name of the Habsburgs."

Otto shouted.

on the high ground.

Zahn led a group of Mamluk cavalry and stopped in place.

His expression was a little distressed.

In fact, Zayn didn't want to bring his precious remaining guards to plunder the border territory of Port Aila.

No one knows better than him that these newly established villages have nothing to worry about.

He also doesn't want to confront Lothar anymore.

In fact, he felt that the territory of the Sinai Peninsula had nothing to give up.

What's in the Sinai Peninsula?
The north coast is okay, at least it is close to the Mediterranean Sea, the terrain is flat, and the planting industry and commerce are very developed.

But Rauf's territories are all located in the south. Although they are also close to the sea, most of them are mountains and plateaus.

In addition, the vast desert in the middle is full of sand, and there are brutal and rebellious Bedouin nomads.

Those tribes and settlements lived by grazing sheep and camels, and they were poor, but many of them still enshrined the beliefs of the old gods and possessed some strange and unpredictable powers.

For these tribes, Rauf can only say that they are ruled by "Jimi". Except for his core ruling area, he can't collect any taxes at all.

"Rauf has been blinded by his own ambition, he is too self-righteous!"

"There is no powerful spellcaster who can restrain the opponent, so what if there is a manticore knight?"

Zayn sighed softly.

Master Shamael has gone.

Although Rauf newly recruited an evil old wizard from black Africa wearing a human bone necklace.

But he didn't think that this black wizard could be compared with a well-known and powerful spellcaster like Master Shamail.

If this black wizard really had the ability he boasted about, wouldn't he have gone to Damascus to serve Saladin long ago when he was recruited by Rauf?

"There is a brotherhood between Rauf and me, but not much. They are willing to take me in. More because I still have value."

"But if I lose more soldiers and generals, this friendship will also be wiped out. Therefore, this battle may not be won, but it must not be lost."

Zahn was very stable, although he lost the meaning of raiding because of this, but he didn't care if he could plunder one or two border villages that didn't have much oil and water.

"Look, my lord!"

"That's the winged Frankish cavalry."

The faces of the Mamluks showed humiliation and anger.

They were once defeated by this group of hussars under the city of Alandre.

But have you ever really been convinced in your heart?
"My lord, it's time to avenge my shame!"

"We want to prove to you that the defeat at the beginning was definitely not because we were inferior to them, but because those damn mobs blocked our way."

"Falcon found no trace of the rest of the enemy?"

The falconer shook his head and said, "No, there is only this cavalry nearby."

Zayn was silent for a moment, then waved his hand and said: "Then finish them off, we'd better get something out this time."

on the hill.

Dozens of Mamluks immediately drew their weapons without hesitation, and galloped towards the hussars at the foot of the mountain, like a flash flood, and the black waves came surging.

"Husband, come with me!"

Ulm shouted.

Head-to-head with the enemy is the worst choice.

The hussars are a very special cavalry unit. They are hussars, which belong to the intermediate state between light cavalry and heavy cavalry. This makes them more mobile than the cavalry of this era, and their impact is not weak at all.

"Their horses are not armored!"

"Shoot their mounts!"

The Mamluks shouted, they are all elite veterans, they are well aware of the weaknesses of the hussars.

But the speed of the hussars is obviously not comparable to them.

Sparse clusters of arrows fell on their backs, none of which could hit.

"These slippery Frankish savages!"

"Momoer, you take people to the front to block their way."

...

Otto tried his best to move the horse. He had to be thankful that he didn't put the heroic scales and horse armor on the horse because of his patrol mission, otherwise he would have fallen behind by now.

These hussars are really fast!
"They split up."

Ulm's mood was extremely calm. He glanced back and said loudly: "This group of sons of bitches wants to attack us from the front. This is our chance, get ready!"

The terrain here is very complicated.

The Sinai Peninsula is low in the north and high in the south. The Mediterranean coast is a low plain, and the south is a plateau and mountains.

This made Ulm suddenly lose the hussars in front of the pursuers after he bypassed a hill in front of him.

"They have nowhere to run, catch up!"

shouted the Mamluk leader.

Perhaps the port of Ella was once Zayn's territory, but it does not mean that the Mamluk cavalry in heavy armor will often perform border patrol tasks.

They are heavy cavalry, and the terrain here is even more unfamiliar to them than the hussars who have just arrived in Port Ayla.

The dust raised by the horse's hooves hit the face of the Mamluk leader, who covered his eyes with his hands.

But when they rushed out of the smoke and dust.

What they saw made their expressions change drastically.

I saw ten hussars and Otto, holding spears, lined up.

Their formation was very scattered, a change from the tight formation used by the Crusader knights.

The moment the Mamluks had just recovered their sight.

Otto shouted: "In the name of the Habsburgs."

"In the name of the earl, in the name of the hussars."

"charge!"

Riding spears flat.

The sound of horseshoes was like thunder.

The hussars came roaring.