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Chapter 38 Cavalry, Charge

A week later.

In the vast sea of ​​sand, a team of cavalry was marching slowly under the scorching sun.

In just a few days, from the outside, Lothar's skin has turned dark.

If you wear a turban and a face covering, there is almost no difference between a native Arab or a Kurd.

During this period of time, they encountered many dangers. The most thrilling one was when they bumped into Saladin's confidant and nephew, Savudin, who is currently the governor of Syria, and his cavalry.

Fortunately, Abdullah was witty and managed to get away with it.

Lothar took out the water bag, took a sip, and asked the Kurdish leader beside him, "Where are we now, have we entered the Sasanian border?"

Abdullah was a little puzzled by the fact that the foreign young man in front of him could endure the drought and heat of the desert so much: "How can there be any border? Here, the lords and chieftains who are loyal to Saladin and King Sassan, Like the teeth in a dog's mouth, intertwined, or the grass on the Gobi, falling with the wind."

"I understand."

The translation is "dog teeth bared each other" and "wall grass".

"So, if we choose some lords who are firmly loyal to the Sasanian king, or even openly opposed, to resist Saladin, the effect will be the best?"

Lothar thought about it.

He can't guarantee that King Sassanid will act according to his script.

"That's right, I know an oasis not far from here, which is the territory of Kokeb. He used to be a vassal loyal to King Nur al-Din. After Saladin usurped the throne, he took refuge in King Sasan. Here, he openly challenged Saladin many times."

Lothar was a little puzzled: "It sounds like they shouldn't be in the same camp as you?"

There was a trace of hostility on Abdullah's face: "When Saladin led the army into Syria, we asked him for help, but he didn't even send half a soldier."

"Such traitors dare to challenge Saladin under the banner of the former king. This is an insult to us!"

Lothar nodded and finalized the lucky one: "Then choose them."

"This Kokbu, does he live in the oasis you mentioned?"

Abdullah nodded and said, "Of course, that's his base camp. All the chiefdoms and tribes that belong to him must come here on time to offer offerings, cattle and sheep."

"How's the defense?"

"There is a wooden castle. Although there are not many defenders in it, there are many cavalry teams stationed scattered in the small oasis around this oasis. Once the defenders in the wooden castle ask for help, the surrounding troops will rush to help."

Lothar thought about it.

The number of people that an oasis can carry is limited. If the limit is exceeded, the oasis will shrink rapidly.

This made it certain that there would not be too many defenders in Coct's wooden fort.

"It seems that we have to make a quick decision. If Cokert's defenses are tight, we can't spend too much time again, and we have to change our goals as soon as possible."

Lothar and Abdullah discussed strategies and urged the team to speed up.

Not long after, scouts came galloping on horseback.

He said loudly: "There is a team of about 100 people in front. They are Bedouins under the command of Kokbu. They are carrying tribute to Kokte. They seem to be defenseless."

Lothar's eyes lit up: "The opportunity has come, we have to get rid of this group of Bedouins first! They are the key for us to get in."

Abdullah nodded, "I understand."

Then he raised his voice and shouted: "Everyone, prepare to fight."

A Kurdish cavalry came and handed Lothar a bag of horse feed, which contained boiled beans and wheat bran in addition to pasture.

This kind of fine feed is necessary before the horses charge.

While nourishing the mount, Lothar chatted with the cavalryman and said, "Harden, this is your first time participating in a battle, right? Are you nervous?"

Harden smiled gently: "My lord, I have already eaten today."

Lothar: "."

Well, it's chicken talking with duck again.

Harden is the youngest in the Kurdish cavalry, only 16 years old this year.

"I thought I could already speak Kurdish."

Lothar was a little helpless, he touched Harden's head.

Handed the feed to Hans.

Holding the whip in his hand, he quickly climbed up a small hill in front of him.

In the distance, a long team can already be seen, slowly marching here.

Dromedary, war horse, pack animal, livestock.

This is not a small team of nomads.

Wearing a chain armor helmet with a purple silk lining, the leader walked at the forefront of the team.

He was wearing a piece of shiny silver scale armor, chatting and laughing with his subordinates from time to time.

They did seem unprepared, they didn't even spill out the scouts, and they seemed to have never expected to be attacked in the core area under Cokert's command.

Lothar turned around, waited for the cavalry to supplement the fine feed for the mount, and then got on the horse.

Ordered: "Get ready to do it."

Lothar covered his mouth and nose with a scarf, and the chain armor mask hung down to cover the scarf.

He held the swallowtail flag of the hussars in his hand, and with a slight flick, it was replaced with a flag with three flaming flames, guarding a Saladin eagle.

"Always remember our identities, loyal warriors under Saladin, I am your leader—Savodin."

He raised the lance with the swallowtail flag in his hand, and said to the Kurdish cavalry behind him: "Kill all the enemies who dare to take up arms and resist!"

"Yes."

The cavalry immediately moved.

They also fought in a very similar way to the European cavalry. They also used lances to charge, but when they got close, they would switch to close combat with machetes.

Abdullah and Hans followed Lothar closely.

Hannya and Fringila are relatively far away. In this battle, Lothar ordered Hannya to give priority to protecting the legal profession of Fringila.

I have the talent of sharing, so I don't have to worry about being in a dangerous situation in a short time, and I can survive until the help arrives.

For some reason, the Kurdish cavalry only felt that today's charge was as brisk as if by divine help.

The mount under his crotch was galloping, the speed was a little bit faster than usual.

Iron hooves raised long yellow dust.

The sound boomed like thunder.

Discovering that they were attacked, the Bedouins were extremely flustered.

At the front, cavalrymen wearing spacious white robes rushed to the front of the team, trying to resist the menacing enemy, so as to buy time for the infantry to prepare for defense.

The leader of the Bedouin shouted in Arabic and Ku language respectively: "We are under the command of Lord Coct, who are you? Is there some misunderstanding?"

Abdullah shouted loudly: "We are looking for Coct, dare to insult my king Saladin, my master Savudin, will throw Coct's head to the vultures in the desert to eat."

Tall Arabian horses step on the long loess.

Lothar felt the wind whistling in his ears, and his heartbeat accelerated a little bit, but his mood was no longer as tense as when he was charging.

He is seasoned enough.

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The lance pierced through the neck of a cavalryman in front.

He was a well-equipped cavalryman, but his scaled choker did nothing to stop the sharp spear points from tearing his throat.

Lothar used his shield to block the attack of a Bedouin cavalry holding a flail in front of him, only to feel a pain in the hand holding the shield.

In the blink of an eye, he clearly saw the hideous face of the other party.

Immediately, they passed by.

It's like watching flowers on a horse.

Lothar still had the face of the previous enemy in front of him, and the lance had pierced into the shield in the hand of the next enemy, knocking him flying.

Lothar's figure was also almost fell off the horse due to the violent impact, and was quickly supported by Hans who was beside him.

He sat down again, only to realize that it was the leader of the Bedouin who had just been dealt with.

More than forty cavalry pierced through the enemy's formation abruptly.

The Bedouin cavalry team immediately fell apart, and the few remaining people fled in all directions, not daring to resist this devil cavalry that seemed to come from hell.

Lothar came to the end of the team, looked at the chaotic convoy, held up the flag in his hand, and said in Kurdish: "Gather the team, no pursuit!"

"Abdullah, go and persuade them to surrender. Those who lay down their weapons are free to leave."

Get rid of the cavalry team, and this Bedouin convoy can almost be declared dead.

But if it is a strong attack, not to mention the time-consuming, it may suffer more losses.

Abdullah thought for a moment, and shouted in the few Arabic he knew, ordering them to surrender.

But what responded to them was the bow and arrow of the Bedouin.

Lothar held up the indestructible lance in his hand because of the winged cavalry swallowtail flag attached to it, and it was still stained with bright red blood.

"Since they are determined to resist, let's go ahead, charge in groups, eat them bit by bit."

Lothar gave the order.

Half an hour later, the stubborn enemies were wiped out.

"Abdullah, count the casualties."

"6 wounded and 1 dead, no one was seriously injured. The enemy was not strong and defenseless, and many of them were not even wearing armor. We fought a beautiful surprise battle."

"good."

Lothar nodded with satisfaction. With such a battle loss ratio, unless it was dealing with a group of serf conscripts, it would be a big victory wherever it was placed.

The elite level of this Kurdish cavalry is not inferior to the cavalry under the command of Baron Godfrey.

Someone came with a sad face holding a dead body and said something in Kurdish very fast.

Lothar looked at the familiar eyebrows and eyes of the corpse, silently.

Harden is dead.

That 16-year-old boy who always grinned and smiled with two rows of white teeth.

"Burn his body, and Harden will return to the arms of Mithras."

There was not much sadness on Abdullah's face: "If the boy survives his first fight, he will transform into an eagle."

On the battlefield, the loss rate of recruits is the highest.

Only after the first battle can a recruit become a veteran.

It's a pity that Harden couldn't survive.

Lothar took off his turban, held it in his hand, and prayed silently.

"Let's go, before Kokbu knows about our arrival!"

He raised the flame eagle flag in his hand: "Take this convoy, camels, and horses, we have to disguise as a convoy paying tribute to Coct, and the speed must be fast!"

In the sky, vultures were already circling, and sooner or later they would attract the soldiers under Coctet to investigate.

Time must be lost.

After this battle, Lothar successfully rose to the third level.

The attribute point Lothar has not been allocated yet.

After waiting for his intimacy with Fringilla to increase to friendly, he tried to use her bond talent, blood magic specialization.

If it is easy to use, he is considering whether to add one attribute point to the spiritual aspect.

(End of this chapter)