People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 57 Crowd
The sound of horseshoes was like thunder.

Even though there were only five cavalrymen, it gave people a terrifying illusion of facing thousands of troops.

Hans, wearing a winged helmet, raised his spear silently, and formed the twin tails of a small frontal formation with three hussars.

The enemy is getting closer and closer.

At this critical juncture, an idea suddenly popped up in his mind: If he let his instructor know that he became the cavalry commander of the hussars, the old stubborn expression would be very exciting.

No, what's more interesting is that my lord also brought his instructors over to personally train these hussars and wear them with the cross!
At this time, Leonard had just climbed the hill.

He only hesitated for a moment, and then hurriedly began to disassemble the shaft behind the pack horse.

"Poor old Leonard, you will definitely die here today, but you can't just watch the Son chosen by the Heavenly Father return to heaven in front of you."

"That's something that only Judas can do. The old Leonard wants to be Saint James (the first martyr among the Twelve Apostles)."

While muttering, he took out a spear with great difficulty from the back of the carriage, and carried it on his shoulder.

"My lord, here I come!"

No one paid him any attention.

On the chaotic battlefield, no one could hear his roar mixed with fear.

These steel knights with lances, like sharp hot knives, easily cut through the formation of nomadic cavalry like butter.

At such a short distance, riding a bow can only shoot one round.

And only one round of arrows with limited accuracy could not penetrate the armor of the cavalry at all.

Perhaps in the guerrilla warfare in the desert terrain, the Crusader knights are indeed no longer the opponents of the elite slave cavalry who have undergone tactical innovation and transformed from Gulam to Mamluk.

But the hussars transformed from hussars have lighter equipment and faster speed.

The opponent is just a group of Bedouin nomadic cavalry, not the Mamluk cavalry who have undergone rigorous military training since childhood and have been trained completely according to the war machine.

Winning or losing was already decided from the start.

Lothar's powerful heart was beating violently at this moment.

Blood rushes through the pipes.

The buff spell called Blood Falls doubled Lothar's strength in a short period of time.

The lance pierced through the shield of a Bedouin cavalryman and broke in it.

Lothar immediately turned to pull out his armed sword, and slashed at the enemies around him.

With the help of the horse's momentum.

The enemy's shield, along with the arm behind it, was easily severed by the armed sword.

With blood and screams, a drawing of hell was splashed on his burqa.

Hannya's black shield, like a sharp chainsaw, was spinning extremely fast in her hands.

The enemy standing in front of her was immediately twisted into a storm of flesh and blood, and the ghost-faced relief that hadn't eaten for a long time showed a satiated smile on its face.

Souls invisible to the naked eye are devoured by it.

Fringira chanted the spell in a low voice.

The blood splattered on the battlefield turned into sharp blades, cutting the enemy's body in pieces.

Pierce the iron armor.

This is sorcery!

Terrible sorcery from the Franks!
There was a trace of fear in the eyes of the bandit leader Abud who was supervising the battle: "No wonder I feel fear from them, no wonder he promised so confidently that he would forgive us, it turned out to be true! "

As a falconer, he also has extraordinary strength.

But it was precisely because he also possessed extraordinary power that Abud knew better that the terrifying power on the opponent was undoubtedly the gap between the giant python and the earthworm compared with himself.

"Retreat, retreat!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs.

However, on the chaotic battlefield, no one could hear what he said.

A man wearing a brown turban and black lacquered scales let out a deafening roar: "The holy fire burns forever, the supreme supreme, the people favored by the flame, charge with me!"

Going forward and succeeding.

More and more people died from the enemy's lances, broadswords and strange spells.

One after another corpses fell on the sand, and the unmanned pack animals stopped in place in a daze.

Fortunately, soon, the morale of the robber group was shattered.

The reason why this group of desert thieves have been able to roam the Jordan River Basin for so many years is not because of how powerful they are.

It is due to their leader, Abd's falcon, and their long-standing connections here.

It is difficult for a large army with a well-organized system to catch their tracks.

In terms of frontal combat effectiveness, the knights under Leonard's command could wipe out this mob in the desert with just one charge.

Lothar, who was covered in blood, shouted and fought fiercely. After killing the enemy, the hussars, led by him, charged the enemy again.

At this time, the collapse of this desert bandit group has become a prairie fire.

All resistance was terminated, and Abd, the leader of the bandit group, withdrew from the battlefield shortly after the battle started.

Losal reined in his mount. He looked at Fringila and saw her nodded slightly, before he shouted, "Don't chase anymore. Gather the enemy's mounts and rest where they are."

He approached Fringila and asked, "Do you know the location of their lair?"

Fringila nodded and said, "I put tracking marks on some of the robbers, so I don't need to cast the charm spell anymore."

Lothar felt relieved and began to clean the battlefield.

Broken shields and scales, broken spears and arrows. Some useful or useless rags were all sold off by Lothar.

The final value was 165 solods.

He raised his head and looked at Leonard who was dumbfounded and staring at here, with a smile on his face.

"This is a miracle!"

Leonard muttered: "Only the Holy Son can turn a group of recruits who have never been on the battlefield into elite cavalry who have experienced hundreds of battles; only the Holy Son can start from scratch and summon them from heaven overnight. Messenger, build a magnificent palace; only the Holy Son can make these murderous weapons disappear without a trace."

Perhaps it was the influence of the statue of the archangel. Although Leonard still couldn't change his natural timidity, his loyalty to Lothar was beyond doubt.

Lothar walked towards Leonard. This old guy had no effect in the battle just now.

Before the small pack horse he was riding could rush up, this unscrupulous desert bandit group was easily wiped out by Lothar.

Leonard was taken aback by the murderous aura on Lothar's face, and subconsciously knelt on the ground and said, "Master, my lord, please forgive me for my cowardice."

Lothar yelled, "Leonard, stand up."

Leonard got up from the ground tremblingly.

Lothar pointed to his nose and said: "You have withstood my test, Leonard, your mistakes have been written off, but I hope that in the future, you will not make similar mistakes again. Heavenly Father favors the brave, not the A coward who is too timid to fight."

Leonard nodded again and again: "I will definitely not make the same mistake again in the future."

"Get up, follow me back to Fort Jogris, and call all the soldiers under my command. Tonight, we will pull out this cancerous tumor in the Jordan River Basin."

fort cock.

The lord's hall is brightly lit.

The countess, wearing a high-waisted dress and a jeweled gold crown, sat on her throne.

She was far taller than ordinary women, and could even be said to be strong, with a sharp sword on her waist. She was Count Leonard's wife.

Generations in charge of the Jordanian territory.

She generously helped every knight and nobleman who came to her door, and often held grand banquets and knight competitions, which earned her the reputation of "the female knight in a skirt".

At this moment, she is sitting on the throne, listening to the reports of her subordinates.

"Oh? Is my new neighbor coming to visit?"

She couldn't help but sneered: "Finally I couldn't hold back anymore. It seems that the money is already a huge sum of money that is hard to part with for a little baron like him."

"It's just that the little country lord just doesn't understand the rules. Don't he even understand the matter of preparing gifts in advance before visiting the honorable one?"

The subordinate said flatteringly: "Ma'am, the Earl sent a letter saying that we should give him some color, is it just a good time to take this opportunity to reject this country baron and make him lose face?"

Countess Stephanie snorted coldly: "Of course not, let him come. I will give him the treatment he deserves as a baron. I heard some rumors about this Baron Lothar. He once killed a baron with his own hands. Werewolves, I really want to see what kind of brave knights can fight monsters like werewolves."

(End of this chapter)