From the sky, overlooking the earth.

Two massive armies are like fighting cocks in the arena, about to decide life and death.

They slowly unfold their wings, exposing sharp claws and beaks to protect their vulnerable bellies.

Spears like forests and shield formations like walls make the Crusader infantry resemble a hedgehog that cannot be attacked.

The Walking Knights in command, holding war axes or axe spears, fully armored, raise the visors of their face-covering helmets, constantly shouting orders to standardize their soldiers' movements.

"We fight against the Heretics, and for every kill, we redeem our sins and ascend the steps to the Celestial Kingdom."

"To kill Heretics is innocent, this is redemption."

"Defend the Holy Land, defend Jerusalem, long live the Celestial Dynasty!"

"The King is with us."

"Heavenly Father will bless us."

Martial Monks raise extended wooden-handled iron crosses, reciting scriptures from the Holy Scripture, these obscure texts that many Crusaders find hard to understand, but at this moment, they provide them with infinite courage.

It seems that in the sky, there are divine eyes watching their every move.

...

The Saracen army, like a black tide, quickly gathers in front of the fortifications.

The fact proves that Losa was right.

They indeed set up horse pits and iron thorns in front of the fortifications.

After sending infantry to clear these obstacles and withdrawing, the Saracen light and heavy cavalry emerged from the barracks and formed ranks.

These well-trained Mamluk Cavalry, wearing chain armor helmets lined with soft silk, clad in pitch-black scale armor, slowly moved to the sides of the military formation, surrounded by numerous tribal cavalry from various Chiefoms.

A whistling sound is heard.

Accompanied by a deafening boom.

Grease-wrapped flaming projectiles explode at the rear of the formation, igniting fiery sparks on the ground instantly.

It seems ammunition is nearly depleted.

Or perhaps the catapult, being a siege weapon, performs poorly in field battles.

After just one volley,

The Saracen catapults stopped firing.

However, this single barrage like a natural disaster slightly shook the morale of the Crusader soldiers.

This is war; a heavy cannonball falls, whether they're the supreme ruler or a lowly ant-like pauper, they will lament at the scene.

"Baron Goffrey, lead a unit of cavalry over there for support, the rest follow me!"

Losa shouted.

Godfrey immediately led his Jerusalem Knights in the direction Losa pointed.

From this moment, he and the eight hundred plus armored cavalry under his command formed two independent combat groups with those led by Baldwin IV personally stationed in the central army.

The two complemented each other, but before defeating the opponent, the support they could provide each other was negligible.

As described in movies, using cavalry to charge the enemy's infantry phalanx head-on, even achieving a tenfold exchange ratio would be extremely foolish.

Cavalry's opponents are cavalry.

Unless the enemy is a group of disorderly conscripted peasants or a fatigued army, Losa would never use his armored cavalry to charge enemy infantry head-on.

Saracen light cavalry and light infantry stepped out from their ranks, raining arrows on the Crusaders.

Arrows flew like locusts, but the Crusaders, with high shield rates, even the unarmored new Pilgrim recruits, didn't suffer much damage.

Baldwin did not order the Crusader light infantry to retaliate. The forces' difference between the light infantry on both sides was too significant, and mindless retaliation would only lead to more casualties.

...

Losa slowly shifted his gaze from the field.

On the opposite hillside, a Saracen light cavalry unit was slowly ascending, approaching the cavalry company under Losa's command.

"Zahir?"

Losa looked at the familiar commander opposite, with a slight smile on his face: "This time, you've matured a lot, planning to pin me down, right?"

The opponent's intention is clear, to use the light cavalry to entangle Losa's cavalry.

Afterward, the numerically dominant Saracen cavalry would swarm in to resolve Losa's cavalry company.

"But the premise is, you must hold until then."

Losa glanced back at Hans, leading the cavalry detachment as ordered, now with some distance from the main force he commands.

He raised his lance high and shouted: "Knights under the protection of Heavenly Father, charge with me!"

...

On the opposite side.

Under Prince Zahir's helmet, sweat already soaked, the enemy held advantageous terrain, still intending to assault light cavalry with heavy cavalry in this disadvantageous situation, just to provoke retaliation from the opposing side.

If they turned and fled, Prince Zahir would be quite disappointed.

Because as long as this cavalry exists, the Saracens, who have absolute superiority in cavalry force, cannot allocate their entire cavalry power to support the infantry in battle.

Otherwise, they risk being individually defeated by the opposing commander leading cavalry.

Exchanging nearly four thousand Mamluk cavalry for merely eight hundred armored cavalry on the opposing side, the commander opposite knows it's a winning deal if he's not a fool.

And is Losa a fool?

Clearly not!

Therefore, he must take the initiative to reveal a weakness!

Like a crocodile flipping over, exposing its soft white belly, the more fragile the bait, the sweeter it tastes.

...

"Zahir's tactics are bold, but also effective. If I were the cavalry commander on the opposing side, I might also think of taking out this light cavalry before retreating."

Adil led his armored cavalry at a steady trot, slowly surrounding the small hill where Zahir's forces were stationed.

The next moment, he heard a shout.

Immediately following, the clear sound of hooves trampling the ground echoed in his ears.

Adil shouted urgently, "The enemy commander has been deceived, everyone quicken your pace and prepare to support Prince Zahir!"

...

The Crusader Knights shouted and ran wildly.

Beside each Knight was their attendant, who they had spent countless days and nights with, coordinating smoothly.

The Winged Cavalry charged at the forefront of the ranks.

For the first time, they wielded the four-meter long hollow lance they initially acquired, with the feathers on their backs forming a strict wall.

Zahir stared at this group of plumed cavalry, as if reliving the shame of their past defeat. He clenched his teeth and roared, "Kill them all, and wash away our disgrace with blood!"

The Saracen light cavalry roared in unison and launched a charge forward!

Losa led the charge.

Bloodfall activated.

The sudden surge in power made him seem like a War God, piercing through an enemy with one strike, discarding the lance, and then slashing with his sword.

Hans wielded that indestructible metal lance, swinging horizontally and vertically, stabbing... he seemed to have endless strength, using the originally lance meant only for charging like the valiant General Zhao Zilong in white robes.

Furin silently chanted spells within the troops, casting various beneficial spells on the larger cavalry units.

Prajna followed like a specter closely at Losa's side, allowing him to focus solely on one side of the enemy.

In just a moment of engagement.

The enemy cavalry fell like wheat being harvested, collapsing to the ground.

The Winged Cavalry cleaved through like a sharp spear, cutting into the light armored cavalry under Zahir's command.

Pepin watched Losa's back, shouting passionately, "The Lord is charging!"

"The Lord has pierced through the enemy's formation!"

"All Knights under Heavenly Father's protection, follow the Lord, charge!"

He clutched the lance in hand, blocked the enemy's attack with his shield, and as he was about to engage, he noticed his opponent closing his eyes.

"Ha, this is a cowardly little fellow."

He agilely dodged the opponent's unchanging lance maneuver and thrust him forcefully to the ground.

After the lances broke, the Knights switched to close combat weapons like flails, double-bladed axes, and wolf fang clubs.

Amalric swallowed a bit of saliva, having been untested in battle for years, during the charge he nearly got pierced off his mount by an enemy's thrust.

Fortunately, his brother Guy timely intervened to help.

"That Losa, he's actually this formidable!"

Guy's expression grew complex.

It's like a school bully who always picks on you; naturally you resent him intensely, but when this bully stands up for you and bullies your enemies even more severely...

This emotion can easily be transformed.

Heavenly Father above, I actually feel a trace of admiration for this guy!

Bam—

An iron hammer slammed onto Pepin's head, the face-covering helmet was abruptly pushed back by the massive force, his nose felt as if hit by a punch, throbbing with soreness.

But to Pepin's surprise, this blow from a blunt weapon didn't seem to inflict the expected damage.

His mouth didn't even taste the usual metallic tang, meaning he didn't even bleed from his nose.

"Ha, I knew this helmet, costing me ten Suludes, was a high-end product."

Pepin laughed as he counterattacked the enemy.

This scene was repeated for many Knights.

Indeed, Losa didn't overestimate the Winged Cavalry's Swallowtail Banner, the twenty percent speed bonus greatly enhanced their mobility, the essential attribute for cavalry.

But he definitely underestimated the twenty percent defensive bonus of the armored cavalry lances.

Oftentimes, adding twenty percent defense for Knights already heavily armored meant a difference between "breaking defense" and "not breaking defense."

As long as the defense isn't broken, it means no injury!

Reality isn't a game; there's no forced deduction of health.

After a round of charge.

The Crusader Knights suffered minimal casualties, whereas Zahir's cavalry left behind hundreds of corpses, their mounts left aimless, unsure where to go.

Zahir looked back and saw his originally tight formation of hundreds of cavalry had become dilapidated beyond belief, his face filled with disbelief, "How is this possible!"

Yet Losa, without hesitation, after initiating the charge, turned his horse around in the not-too-distant front, charging towards another cavalry unit led by Baron Godfrey.

He even had the leisure to wave and shout towards Zahir as he retreated, "The bait tasted good, thanks for the generous hospitality!"

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