bookandnovel Chapter 706 When Victory Comes
Chapter 706 When Victory Comes
Chapter 706 When Victory Comes
The current battle situation can basically be summarized in four words: the outcome has been decided.
Adil led the most elite Kasag Guards to launch a charge, and at most they could stop the heavy cavalry company led by Jeanne herself, but that would not help the overall situation at all, unless they could defeat the elite Iron Pagodas, the Armored Cavalry, and the Keshig Army like chopping melons and vegetables, while remaining unscathed themselves and killing their way into the flank of the Crusaders.
But that is impossible.
In terms of individual combat effectiveness, every elite soldier of Lothar's headquarters who has undergone a job transfer through the system and received various blessings is much stronger than the Kasaji Guards. Even if Adil leads them to take a bottle of magic potion per person, the combat effectiveness can only be equal at most.
But if he discovered this sign, Lothar would immediately let Fringilla create a group blood waterfall for everyone. In any case, he would never let his own people suffer.
Losa was not surprised by this result.
The individual combat effectiveness of the Crusaders was stronger than that of the Saracens. If it were not for poor command, the Battle of Hattin in history would not necessarily have ended in the defeat of the Crusaders.
If the Crusaders were really so weak, the Saracens would not have regarded Saladin, who had victories over the Crusaders, as the "savior" who would recover the Holy Land.
In addition, the armored lances in the hands of Jeanne, Lothar, and Hans each had an aura that blessed the soldiers under their command. Coupled with the gap in morale between the two sides, the numerical advantage of the Saracens was nothing at all.
After making contact with the enemy, Adil realized that his original idea of defeating the main force of the Crusaders, or at least fighting to the point of mutual destruction, was simply absurd.
Perhaps we cannot really blame the Copts for being cowardly, but rather the private armies of the local lords who wanted to preserve their strength; perhaps those people did try their best, but the gap in hard power could not be made up at all.
He saw the elite Kasaji Guards assigned to him by his brother being thrown around like rag dolls when they collided with those armored cavalrymen. He saw the despair on their faces as the guns and swords in their hands were completely unable to penetrate the defenses of those steel monsters.
For a moment, he had been thinking of dying heroically, fighting for the Saracens, the Ayyubid dynasty, and the faith in the holy fire, but his blood seemed to flow into the white frost summoned by the wild hunts.
Bitingly cold.
He wanted to find the cold-blooded man in the golden mask, the new king who was destined to ascend the throne of Egypt, and see if he was smiling at him for overestimating his own abilities.
But his vision was obscured by the dense armor and the flags hanging high like a forest.
"Found a big shot, kill him!"
With a cry of surprise, the flying arrow hit a Kasagi guard who was standing in front of Adil. That was Galio, the former lowly porter and now the chief Sipahi cavalryman.
The face of the young cavalryman was filled with excitement. Just by looking at the armor on his body, one could tell that this was a Saracen general who was ten times more noble than Lord Saman and Lord Mahri in the city. If he could capture or kill him, wouldn't he immediately rise to prominence and be given a title and become a general?
But unfortunately, he is not the only one who has set his sights on this big shot.
From the side, a huge figure rushed out and thrust out the lance in his hand. It was a cavalryman who looked like an iron tower, known as the "Iron Pagoda". His whole body was wrapped in heavy iron armor, with only a pair of eyes showing.
And Galio has more than one competitor. Beside him, a Qiexue cavalryman was drawing his bow and shooting arrows at the speed of his galloping horse.
"Hahaha, boy, this is my prey!"
As the archer had superb archery skills, the arrow he shot hit Adil directly in the chest.
Next came the lance and the armed sword.
When the scattered Kasaji guards tried to rescue Adil, they saw a dying man lying on his warhorse.
"Lord Governor!"
"You can't die, His Majesty still needs you!"
The calling sound coming from my ears became fragmented in my dying consciousness.
In a trance, Adil saw his brother's gentle and confident smile again, as if he would never be discouraged by failure, as if no matter how dangerous the situation was, he could always come up with a solution and he only needed to execute it.
But since this Losa came to the Holy Land, such smiles have become less and less common. Kaleburg was defeated, Galilee was defeated, the Sinai bridgehead fell, Damietta fell, and Semanud fell.
The bad news that followed one after another seemed as if the holy fire no longer favored His people.
Hoping to solve this problem for his brother, he came to Egypt, took over the mess, and tried his best to unify the many Saracen lords who were in disarray under the rule of Takieddin.
But he couldn't do anything.
"Sorry to disappoint you."
The corners of Adil's mouth curled up, as if he was smiling, but also as if he was crying.
pat-
The blood, along with the gun in his hand, fell and crushed in the dust.
The young duke, riding on the back of the Eclipse, witnessed Adil being engulfed by his own cavalry and saw the Saracen soldiers fleeing in all directions like a herd of terrified beasts.
He muttered, "The war is won, but it's not over yet."
"Pass on my order. All troops must retreat. Stop chasing the enemy's deserters. This will give us a chance to perform our duties."
It is difficult to separate the two armies that are fighting each other.
But the Saracens had been completely defeated. Continuing to fight would only mean hunting down the fleeing enemy, which was obviously not the top priority, even though stripping the enemy of their armor, money, and capturing deserters would all be a gain.
But under Lothar's prestige, most of the Crusaders followed the sound of drums and trumpets and slowly retreated.
Lothar returned to the center of the battlefield. Eclipse nimbly passed over the scattered corpses and communicated face to face with the legendary spellcaster sitting on the hillside.
"Master Shemaier."
"Duke Lothar."
The two men greeted each other. Even though he wanted to skin the other person alive, Shemaier had to acknowledge that Duke Lothar was someone he should still treat as an equal even after he was promoted to a legend.
"Duke Lothar, this should be the first time we have a face-to-face, calm conversation, right?"
Shemaier sighed: "Ms. Anna also invited me to join the Levant Mage Association. If I had agreed, perhaps we would have become friends instead of enemies."
Lothar sneered and raised his eyebrows: "At this point, what's the point of saying this?"
"It's meaningless. I just sigh. It's just fate."
Shemaier smiled. As a legendary spellcaster, he should have weighed everything in the world with interests and measured gains and losses with reason.
Instead of getting impulsive and fighting a powerful enemy whose background you still don't know even if you have reached the legendary status.
His old partner and best friend the dragon lost his life on the front battlefield because he agreed to be hired by Saladin - there was no reason to allow him to kill others but not allow his own people to be killed.
But everyone understands the truth.
But he still couldn't get over this hurdle. This was his obsession, the only obsession left in his transformation from a mortal to a god-like legend.
By killing Lothar, his obsession will disappear, and he will truly gain a foothold in the legendary field.
Philip was very happy watching the show. Their battle was over. It seemed that the Saracens had admitted defeat and the whole of Egypt was only a step away from being liberated.
"Now it's a personal feud between our Grand Marshal and that legendary spellcaster?"
"I still don't understand how they became enemies."
Witch Alice was puzzled.
Both sides serve their own masters. To put it bluntly, aren't they mercenaries? They are likely to defect to whichever side pays more. How can they really become mortal enemies just because of some "friction" when serving their employers?
Isn't this a brain disease?
“Can only a madman become a legend?”
"Are we really just going to watch and not interfere?"
Richard was still eager to try. He had been thirsting for the Excalibur in the Stone and the Sword of Victory. Moreover, being able to shine on such a big stage would be a remarkable political achievement even for a king.
He could imagine what kind of reputation he would gain if he could kill the powerful enemy with one sword at the critical moment and save the famous Grand Duke Lothar.
By then, even if John in the family defected, no one would follow his stupid brother.
The little witch Martha sneered and said, "If you want to get yourself involved, then go ahead and try. Didn't you see that Duke Lothar, who shot the dragon with an arrow, looked as if he was facing a great enemy?"
Richard snorted and said, "I don't think I'm much worse than him. I just shot down a dragon with one arrow. Didn't I also split the sea trench with one sword and killed a hundred-meter-long sea beast?"
Martha endured for a long time, then said helplessly: "You really feel good about yourself."
Different professions have different worlds. When a layman suddenly gains powerful strength and can even kill a sea monster that is larger than the largest ship with a single sword, how can he know the gap between such a sea monster and a land monster?
A hundred-meter-long dragon is barely noticeable at the bottom of the sea.
But there is no doubt that there is a huge gap between their life levels and combat capabilities.
But Richard was not really a reckless man, he was just being tough in words.
"Hey, I just said that. Since you said so, let's just watch the show."