People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 698 Confrontation

Chapter 698 Confrontation

Looking down at the earth from high above, the two huge legions slowly stretched out their bodies like ancient ferocious beasts awakening.

Derrim, who was born a Kurdish tribesman, is now a genuine imperial knight. He rides on a strong horse and leads a group of Kurdish light cavalry, galloping through the wilderness.

His current position is the captain of the third scout cavalry flag, responsible for exploring the layout of the enemy's army before the battle.

The space between the two huge army formations has now become a meat grinder where scouts fight each other. As the two army formations slowly approach each other, the space in the middle is compressed smaller and smaller, and the battles between the scouts are becoming more and more frequent.

"Captain, the Saracen falcon is coming."

"Juno, shoot that beast."

"exist!"

Drim shouted, and a cavalryman responded immediately. He rode to the front of the team, took off the saddle and hung a longbow nearly as tall as a person made of branches and vines of the Tree of Life.

He bent his bow and aimed at the eagle in the sky. With a clang, the arrow shot up and the falcon circling in the sky was shot down by the arrow.

A series of cheers immediately rang out in the team.

Derim also praised: "What a good archer, no worse than those grassland cavalry in the trial!"

The trial mentioned here is the Ming-Yuan Battle.

"Boss, according to the Saracens' style, if we kill their falcon, they will probably send out those black-skinned cavalry to double-team us soon."

Talking about those Nubian cavalry, the Kurdish cavalry couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. It's not that these elite troops who dared to follow Abdullah and raise the flag of rebellion in Syria were timid, but the fact is that many of those Nubians knew sorcery.

Previously, a scout cavalry flag team was besieged by the army of the undead summoned by the Nubians and was almost wiped out.

Even Drim himself once fell seriously ill with vomiting and diarrhea after chopping off a puppet carried by a Nubian cavalryman. After drinking a bowl of herbs from the Order of Saint Lazarus, he vomited violently, and his vomit was full of densely packed red worms, which made one's scalp tingle just thinking about it.

"No hurry, wait a little longer!"

Drim came to a slope with a good view, looked far into the distance, quickly took a piece of paper, and drew on it several flags flying above the opposing army. As he drew, he said, "Do you know what the scorpion flag represents?"

"The Saracens do not allow animal worship. That scorpion flag should be the Sand Scorpion Legion formed by the Coptics. This shows that the enemy's left wing defense is very weak."

He muttered to himself and quickly sketched a few strokes with his hands.

"The Egyptians have never been good at fighting. After the Greeks conquered Egypt, the Ptolemaic army was almost entirely made up of Greeks and foreign mercenaries. The same was true later. This is a herbivorous group. The Saracens used these Egyptians as flanks, which shows that their so-called 100,000-strong army is very watered down!"

"Boss, you know a lot!"

After scribbling a few strokes, Derem breathed a sigh of relief: "This is all the gift from the adults. Otherwise, how could I understand all this when I can't read a single word?"

Then he added: "Our mission is accomplished, retreat immediately!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen dark-skinned Nubian cavalrymen jumped out from a low slope in front. Some of them had human bone necklaces around their necks and were not wearing armor. They rushed up with strange cries.

Drim had no intention of getting entangled with these people, and shouted, "Ignore them, retreat immediately!"

As he spoke, he took off his horse bow, turned around and shot at the enemy.

He was not afraid of these Nubians at first, but after that encounter, he really didn't want to engage in close combat with these black-skinned cavalrymen.

Fortunately, there were many Kurdish veterans in this cavalry team with outstanding riding skills and amazing archery skills. The Nubian light cavalry did not like to wear armor, and soon several of them were shot off their horses and dared not pursue them anymore.

But at this moment, smoke and dust rolled up from the two wings in front, and a loud eagle cry was heard in the sky. It turned out that two teams of Nubian cavalry were flanking from both wings.

"Oh no, boss, we're getting double-teamed!"

"Shut up, I'm not stupid!"

Derem cursed inwardly, calculating the speed of both sides in his mind, and realized that there was no chance of escape. He handed the sketch he had drawn before to the archer Juno: "We will create an opportunity for you later. After you entangle the enemy, you will run away immediately!"

Juno nodded without hesitation. For a scout, intelligence was undoubtedly more important than life.

Drim took off his lance and loudly encouraged his companions: "Guys, it's time to fight a tough battle. Don't be afraid of those Nubians. Apart from being able to get their hands dirty once or twice, their fighting ability is not worth mentioning at all!"

He freed one hand and raised the cross hanging on his chest: "God is watching us. It's time to show the enemy the courage of us Kurds!"

"For God's sake!"

"Long live God!"

All the cavalrymen screamed in surprise. They had originally been concerned about the horsepower, but now they squeezed their horses' bellies, aimed at the Nubian cavalrymen who were surrounding them all the way, and launched a desperate charge.

The distance between the two sides was rapidly closing. Even from such a distance, Drim and his group of mounted archers, who already had amazing eyesight, could see beads of sweat on each other's dark skin. The Nubian cavalryman in the lead was like a black iron tower, shirtless, with a circle of human heads hanging around his neck that had been dried and shrunk to the size of a fist by unknown method.

Drim's mood suddenly sank. The two Nubian cavalrymen who came to encircle them, each with more than thirty people, were far more numerous than their scout flag team of more than ten people.

As scouts, they were not equipped with heavy armor and fought lightly. Even if they could defeat an enemy cavalry, they would be entangled by the enemy.

"I can only hope that Juno can get out."

Drim whispered softly, pulling his mask down.

boom--

The two sides collided directly, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. Drim shot the enemy leader who was wearing a necklace of skulls, but the man seemed unconscious. The wound was blue and black, without a drop of blood. The huge mace hit Drim's breastplate directly and knocked him to the ground.

He only felt severe pain in his chest, but had no time to care about his injuries. He tried his best to dodge to the side to avoid the heavy stomping of the horse's hooves.

"Boss, this way!"

With a loud shout, he grabbed the lance handed to him almost without thinking, flew into the air, and landed on the back of a Kurdish cavalryman. The two of them rode on the same horse and passed through the enemy formation. Looking around, Drim realized that in just this charge, only seven of his original sixteen cavalrymen were left, and all of these seven were injured.

"These Nubians are not easy to mess with."

Drim subconsciously looked at the dark-skinned burly man who was as strong as an iron tower. The wound of this guy was now covered with a disgusting flock of flies, but the man didn't care at all. He reached out and touched the wound where the flies had originally been, and it healed perfectly without even a scar.

At this time, two other teams of Nubian cavalry from the enemy also rushed over. When the three parties joined together, there were as many as fifty people, while there were only seven people left on his side.

"Juno, run, we'll buy you some time!"

Drim gritted his teeth and shouted, "Charge! In the name of God! In the name of Saint Lothar!"

A group of Kurdish cavalry responded and followed without hesitation. Many of them had not even converted to Catholicism and were not interested in the name of God, but they still did not step back.

At this time, Drim was surprised to find that these Nubian cavalrymen seemed to have seen an extremely terrifying scene and began to retreat in panic.

"They are scared, they are scared!"

Drim shouted excitedly, his face flushed red, and he urged the warhorse he had just changed to.

But the Nubians obviously had no intention of continuing to fight with them, and began to retreat, allowing them to catch up and kill several of them, still not daring to look back.

"We Kurds are invincible!"

"A mere Nubian slave is not worth mentioning at all!"

Derem expressed his emotions for a while and was about to say something when someone patted him on the shoulder: "Boss, our main force is here."

Suddenly looking back.

Countless flags with double-headed eagles and crosses held high come into view.

The rows of armored cavalry were like a torrent of steel, and the dust raised by their horses' hooves covered the sky!

(End of this chapter)