The situation on the battlefield started to become chaotic.

For most cavalry commanders, once they ordered their cavalry to charge, the remaining matters had little to do with them.

Because on this chaotic battlefield, the armored cavalry with limited view simply could not always observe the military banners in the hands of the standard bearers.

Many knights of the Knight Order, holding lances tied with square banners and swallowtail banners, realized only after charging out of the battlefield and finding the view suddenly open up that they had already passed by the Saracen cavalry.

The square banner and swallowtail banner are symbols used by the Gaul knights to distinguish between official knights and attendants, thus there is the knighting ceremony known as "cutting off the swallowtail."

However, for the Germanic knights, there were no such formalities.

At this time, Losa had already fought his way through the enemy lines, with blood flowing down the sword hilt, and many knights' weapons were already blunt.

Only the Winged Cavalry had significantly more sophisticated equipment.

He barely had time to catch his breath when he saw the leaders of the enemy, who had originally been watching the battle from the high ground along with their personal guard, already coming towards him.

A feeling of exhaustion surged in Losa's heart; in this high-intensity combat, it seemed as though they would encounter enemies at any moment, leading to an incredibly fast consumption of one's physical strength.

He was relatively better off, his physical strength had long surpassed that of ordinary people, while others' conditions could only be worse!

It must be noted that before this, they had already endured several days of difficult marches, and their states were not at their best.

He raised the Armed Sword in his hand high, shouting, "Just in time!"

"Furin, Group Bloodfall!"

"Got it!"

Furin, shrouded in her robe, clasped her delicate, fair hands together, chanting the spell in a low voice from Ancient Transylvania.

Losa and his men, along with their somewhat exhausted mounts, felt the blood within their bodies begin to rush, their hearts beating intensely due to the high load.

Perhaps after the battle, they would all be weak for several days.

But now, they only felt infinite energy throughout.

"Charge with me!"

Losa shouted, not caring if everyone had heard him clearly, as he once again led the charge towards the enemy.

On the battlefield, actions convey orders far better than words.

The Winged Cavalry, with blood-stained feathers, and the Crusader Knights who followed Losa to this side, all shouted and followed Losa to charge once more.

As a Crusader noble and the leader of the Royal Knight Order, the best way to build prestige was naturally by leading the charge personally!

The phrase "charge with me" carries a completely different significance than "go charge"!

At this moment, Losa couldn't spare the time to care about how much loss had been suffered in the previous charge, as this was a battle between regular armies, with the opponent being the elite Mamluks, not mere rabble of desert robbers.

He could sense that there were several familiar faces missing among the Winged Cavalry, including a young lad who had recently transitioned to a Winged Cavalry following Ulm's lead.

This battle, I must win!

The distance to the enemy was getting shorter.

Losa and his knights, like a pack of wild beasts, crashed headlong into the enemy lines.

The sound of steel colliding.

The sound of lances shattering.

The ceaseless cries of pain and roars.

Blood splattering.

Horses and riders tumbling.

One armored cavalryman after another fell to the ground, trampled to death by warhorses.

...

Laine and Model chose the perfect timing for the charge.

They each led a small troop of the Varangian Guard as the vanguard, leading the charge with unmatched bravery, inspiring the morale of the ordinary soldiers behind them.

These heavily armored infantry, clad in multilayered chain armor and wielding two-handed axes, were invulnerable to the Saracen light cavalry's riding bows.

Seeing the armored soldiers under the Varangian Guard's leadership about to charge forward and encircle the Mamluk heavy cavalry that had just fought with the Crusader knights,

These Saracen light cavalry, originally relying on the suppression of their archery, saw their plan to pin the knights' soldiers behind the fortifications fall apart, and had to draw their riding spears and straight swords to charge the knights' soldiers.

Their mission was to delay the knights' soldiers before the Mamluk heavy cavalry devoured the opposing cavalry.

Even if it meant sacrificing themselves.

This task should have been completed by their own recruits and armored infantry, but Zahir, deep within enemy lines, could hardly carry these cumbersome types of troops.

"Die, you bastard!"

Model seized the opportunity, dodged the riding spear of the Saracen light cavalry in front of him, crouched low, and swung his two-handed axe in a wide arc, fiercely cutting off the mount's legs.

Instantly, another tumble of man and horse.

As soon as the light cavalry fell to the ground, he was immediately pierced like a sieve by the long spears of the rushing Crusader soldiers.

Another Varangian Guard who tried to emulate this act was knocked over by a riding spear but got up moments later, cursing under his breath.

He rubbed his shoulder, feeling his arm numbed.

"Surround them, surround them! We must entangle those Saracen heavy riders, don't let them charge again!"

Laine roared hoarsely.

"The lord needs our help, all Axe Guards, soldiers of the Royal Knight Order, for the lord, for the glory of the Knight Order, charge with me!"

Many Crusader soldiers began to fight desperately as well.

They knew very well that without their cavalry, facing the Mamluk heavy cavalry, who excelled at mounted archery and had devastating impact, they were doomed.

They must support their cavalry troop!

Model shouted fiercely in battle, pulling a Saracen light cavalryman off his horse and smashed his face with a fist covered by chain armor gloves.

With five or six punches, he smashed the man's face beyond recognition.

His two-handed axe had long disappeared somewhere; he picked up the iron rod from the cavalryman and charged forward shouting.

Behind him, the Varangian Guard had turned into tanks on foot.

They were skilled in combat, coordinating well with each other, clad in heavy armor, leaving these Saracen light riders unable to deal with them.

The armored soldiers formed scattered little square formations, spears bristling forward, continuously pushing, these Saracen light cavalry couldn't stop their charge.

Soon, the armored soldiers engaged the enemy's Mamluk heavy cavalry.

They used lances to spear down the cavalrymen who had no room to maneuver, and soldiers holding short swords subdued the fallen riders, pulling off their helmets to stab viciously.

A soldier joyfully put on the pointed helmet snatched from a Mamluk cavalryman, only to be pierced in the chest by a charging Mamluk cavalryman.

These well-trained Mamluk cavalrymen, aware that they were being surrounded and isolated by Crusader soldiers, began to consciously gather and retreat.

Just a tiny chance, these elite slave cavalrymen were still something the armored soldiers mixed with hastily trained recruits could not withstand.

...

At the front.

With Losa's cavalry under his command clashing with Prince Zahir's personal guard.

Their cavalrymen were thrown off by enemy lances.

This was when it was clear what advantages Losa's winged cavalry held compared to the knights of this era.

More agile movements, more skilled in combat.

The speed at which they reaped enemy lives left massive psychological shadows on some battle-hardened Mamluk cavalrymen.

After the battle, they reported to Saladin: "Those Franks devils adorned with feathers, they didn't carry shields, performing various high-difficulty maneuvers on horseback, akin to the most skilled Turkish nomads, but their dazzling, even reflective armor was unbreakable."

Pierce, pierce, ferociously pierce!

The Mamluk guards couldn't fathom how this fatigued force could erupt with such dreadful power as if revitalized.

Losa, drenched in blood, reached the enemy leader's side behind the cover of Hans, Prajna, and winged cavalry.

Seeing the stunned expression, he swung his sword fiercely, with power amplified by Bloodfall, shattering the gem-encrusted straight sword held by the opponent.

Suddenly losing strength, the enemy leader stumbled off the warhorse, rolling several times on the ground.

A few Mamluk guards desperately attempted rescue, only for Hans to easily pierce their throats with divine swordsmanship.

"Don't kill him, he's a noble!"

An eunuch's sharp voice rang out, speaking pure French with a Gaul court accent.

Losa jumped off the warhorse, kicking Zahir down, pressing the Armed Sword to his throat, and said in Kurdish: "Order your men to cease resistance immediately, or I'll cut off this 'noble's' head!"

Zahir, lying on the ground, full of reluctance and anger: "Impossible, kill me if you must! As Saladin's son, I'll never surrender to you vile Frankish barbarians!"

He couldn't understand how, clearly victorious when sparring with the royal tutor, revered as "Aleppo's top Gazi" by many Mamluk cavalry under his command.

Eagle Trainer talent rare enough to communicate with the Sacred Fire.

How could he possibly lose so absurdly and ridiculously to this Frankish leader before him like a child?

He had no idea that facing a strength nearly four times that of an adult male, it hardly paled compared to Hans in normal condition.

Additionally, with Losa drenched in blood, resembling a god of war, killing whoever he met.

The terrifying momentum accumulated along the way reached Zahir, seizing him of his spirit, unable to exert even thirty percent of his full skill.

Losa hesitated slightly: "Saladin's son? Which one?"

The eunuch replied: "It's Zahir, the King's most beloved youngest son. You can exchange him for a huge ransom, but I beg you not to harm him!"

Ding—

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