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42 Falcon
"Stop!"

"Rest in place!"

The wind-stained Kurdish cavalry stopped in the desert, and there was no shade here, so it was really not a good place to rest.

Abdullah raised his head solemnly and said, "That eagle has been hovering above our heads for a long time."

Above the team, an eagle circled back and forth.

It has been quite some time indeed.

Lothar asked, "Can you shoot it?"

"No, the flat-haired brute is cunning and flies high."

Abdullah picked up the bow and arrow hanging from the saddle bag, tried to aim, and shook his head: "It seems that we will usher in a bloody battle next."

"I hope it's just a coincidence."

"No, Lothar, there is no such thing as coincidence on the battlefield. If there is, treat it as the enemy's plan. Moreover, taming eagles is an Arab tradition."

"In this desert, apart from specially trained falcons, there will be no raptors chasing and circling over the heads of the living team."

"I understand."

Lothar was as good as he was, and immediately shouted and issued an order: "Regroup the team, change to mounts, and prepare to meet the enemy."

He was the nominal commander of this Kurdish cavalry, and he never hesitated to give orders.

Although he knew that as long as Abdullah gave an order, the cavalry team would immediately abandon him as an empty commander and follow Abdullah's orders instead.

But he is still like a sponge squeezed dry, drawing experience and lessons from this precious practice opportunity.

He hoped that he could understand as soon as possible - how to be a qualified cavalry commander, and how to fight in this desert.

Abdullah is also very aware of this, and has been teaching Lothar without reservation.

Of course, if Lothar is a proud, conceited, self-righteous son of a Crusader nobleman, it is absolutely impossible to receive such treatment.

If he dictated too much and ordered indiscriminately, he might even be killed in this desert without hesitation by these nominal "subordinates".

Lothar took out the concentrate from the saddle bag to replenish the mount's strength.

After many trips, this majestic Arabian warhorse showed a thin layer of sweat, and even a large area of ​​its mane was soaked. It must be impossible to carry him for a charge.

Even if it was a transfer, the one without a passenger was far from being in good condition at this time.

"How should this exhausted army face the enemy?"

Lothar frowned, and looked at the swallowtail flag on the lance. With it, it is not impossible to run desperately to get rid of the enemy.

But the question is, what should I do if I encounter an enemy again?
It is not far from the heart of Ayyub's rule in Syria.

At this time, Lothar's expression suddenly changed slightly: "It really came."

In the distance, the sky is full of dust.

The sound of heavy horseshoes shook the gravel on the ground.

The system beeps:

Activation Milestone: One cavalry against one hundred (successfully pierced through a cavalry team of more than 100 people with one's own strength).

Lothar cursed inwardly: I can go to one of your riders and become a hundred. Do you really think that I am Lu Fengxian alive?

Abdullah stood beside Lothar, and said in a low voice in Gaul: "As a general, don't show joy, anger, sorrow, or fear. You must have confidence at any time."

Lothar was taken aback suddenly, realizing his negligence.

More than a hundred cavalry, carrying the billowing yellow sand, stopped not far away.

The iron armor is shining, and the swords and guns are like a forest.

Behind the cavalry team, there is also a huge camel team, accompanied by the melodious sound of bells, slowly following.

Obviously, this team of cavalry arrived on camels and changed to horses nearby.

In the desert, camels have far more endurance than war horses, and their loads are much higher, making them more suitable for long-distance trekking.

In other words, the physical strength of their mounts is still very strong.

Lothar carefully observed the other party's armor and equipment, and saw that most of them were disorganized, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Not as elite as the Mamluks.

The composition of this team of cavalry is very complicated, and the equipment is also varied.

Short Spear, Hammer Spear, Scimitar, Straight Sword, Compound Bow.
Kite shield, round shield.

Golden armor, black scale armor, and khaki cloth face armor.

It is by no means an elite division like the Mamluks with fairly uniform equipment and tactics.

But that doesn't mean they're easy to deal with.

Lothar looked back at the crowd, and sure enough, the faces of these experienced Kurdish cavalry were full of dignity.

They know very well that their exhausted army is difficult to compete with the enemies who are waiting for work and are still far above them in number.

It was obvious that the people under Kokbu's command used falcons to notify this group of enemies to intercept them.

It's just that Lothar didn't understand.

Why would someone take the risk of offending Saladin to intercept and kill their elite team in this border area where Sassan and Ayyub bordered, which was mostly grass and grass?

Input and output are completely out of proportion!
"By the flame, we are the cavalry under King Saladin, who are you?"

Abdullah galloped forward, and his loud voice echoed on the Gobi Desert.

The leader of the other party, a man wearing a golden armor, urged his mount and walked forward slowly.

He raised his whip and angrily said:
"Sure enough, you guys are Saladin's lackeys. This is the territory of the empire under the rule of the King of Kings. You cross the border rashly and attack and kill the governor of the empire. It is an unforgivable crime. If you take the property you snatched from Kokbu Come out, maybe I will let you live."

Lothar urged the horse forward and shouted:
"Coward, do you dare to report your name? Not far ahead is Irbid, who is personally stationed by Lord Savodin. If you dare to attack us, Lord Savodin will not forgive you."

Lothar completely gave up the idea of ​​escaping, because once the stamina of the mount was exhausted, the entire cavalry team would no longer have the ability to fight back.

Moreover, it is at least a hundred miles away from Irbid.They are not really under the command of Saladin.

But the leader of the enemy obviously didn't know this, and his expression was a little dignified.

The "Master Savodin" in Lothar's mouth is Saladin's nephew.

He was also the Governor of Syria appointed by Saladin. Not long ago, he marched towards the former territory of the Edessa County and subdued several Turkic princes.

In this land, it can be said to be famous.

"You crappy Kurdish, are you a Frank? When did Saladin's army get a Mamluk to call the shots?"

The enemy leader said contemptuously.

The Franks are actually the collective name of the Arabs for the Gauls, Albion, and Germans.

Lothar didn't expect that the Kurdish language he had practiced so hard would be seen as lame all at once.

As for the reason why the other party recognized himself as a Mamluk, it was because a considerable number of the Mamluks under Saladin's command were Franks who had been trafficked.

Especially the crusaders of the poor, they have nothing, and their only wealth is themselves.

Therefore, after being looted by the Turkic cavalry entrenched in Asia Minor, they were often sold as slaves and sold to Sasanian, Ayub, and even some princes and nobles in North Africa.

Lothar stopped talking, exchanged a look with Abdullah, signaled the other party to delay the time, and retreated to the team.

The highest state of a lie is to make yourself believe the lie.

At this moment, Lothar seemed to regard himself as a confidant of Savodin, and his only goal was to delay time, so that he could wait for Savodin to send an army to rescue.

"Is your Excellency really determined to become an enemy of my lord?"

Abdullah pulled out the Damascus scimitar in his hand: "It took us only a quarter of an hour to capture the castle of Kaukb. How long do you think it will take you to solve us?"

The enemy leader frowned deeply.

He opened his hand.

There was a crisp chirp.

The falcon fell from the sky, and its sharp claws clasped the leather armor on his arm.

Abdullah added fuel to the fire: "We only have such a small number of people in total. How much wealth can we take away? The truly valuable things are still left in Koct's wooden castle."

"If you are a smart person, you should know how to choose now."

"It depends on your own choice whether to attack our small but hard-to-crack bones, or to eat the real fat and fresh meat."

The next moment, the Kurdish cavalry drew their swords and rode their spears, and shouted Kurdish in unison.

There is no sign of fatigue from the day-to-day journey.

A burst of bravery made the enemy on the opposite side look sideways.

(End of this chapter)