In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

The sun is scorching.

The battlefield is filled with the smell of blood.

The fallen horses and floating corpses attracted vultures circling in the sky, as if the clouds were blocking the sun.

Lothar said in Kurdish: "Eunuch, order them to stop on behalf of your master. Otherwise, I will kill them all. I believe you can also see that we have an absolute advantage on the battlefield!"

The eunuch looked calm, as if he was not worried about being in such a dangerous situation.

He bowed his head respectfully and said, "You can do this."

"Because I have no right to order the prince's personal guards, and I have no obligation to help His Highness save the only armed force under his command that still supports him."

Zahir's expression changed drastically.

Indeed, Aleppo and northern Syria were now in the hands of his uncle Savoyddin.

He has lost his source of troops. If he loses this Mamluk bodyguard who is loyal to him, he will completely become an empty prince.

At that time, let alone competing with his brothers for the right to inherit the throne, even getting back his original territory will become impossible.

He quickly shouted: "I will tell them to stop, leader of the Franks, we will stop fighting and make peace immediately!"

Lothar sneered: "Stop fighting and make peace?"

"You are mistaken, what I want is unconditional surrender!"

Zahir screamed: "No, it's impossible. Don't think that I don't know what your plan is. You want to take advantage of my subordinates to put down their weapons and execute them all. This is what you Franks did." Something came out!”

Lothar said in a solemn tone: "I swear in the name of King Baldwin that after you and your subordinates lay down their weapons and surrender, I will not harm your lives. As long as Saladin pays the ransom, I will send you back intact. "

At this time, the situation has completely turned to our side.

But the Mamluk guards under Prince Zahir were indeed very brave. Every second they fought, more Knights soldiers died.

If the fight continues like this, the Royal Knights' already poor family will definitely be severely weakened. In the next war, they will probably have to watch the show.

"If you don't agree, I don't mind killing them all - after all, the blood debt of massacre of the village still needs to be repaid!"

Seeing that Zahir was still hesitating.

There was a fierce look in Lothar's eyes: "Ulm, tie up this son of Saladin, and the rest of you will continue fighting with me!"

The effect of the blood waterfall is not over yet.

He plans to kill them all!

It just so happens that he will be upgraded soon.

Fuck benevolence, righteousness and morality, and forget about killing prisoners.

We are really on such a tragic battlefield.

He didn't want to worry about anything now. The anger in his chest made him want to kill all the enemies in front of him immediately!

"No, no, I agree."

"I'll make them put down their weapons!"

Zaheer's face turned gloomy, and all the pride in his heart had been lost.

Lothar took a long breath and suppressed the rising blood.

He restrained his instinct to blurt out "It's too late" and instead said: "You should be lucky, you made a right decision."

Zahir said solemnly: "I hope you can act as promised."

He shouted and gave orders to his personal guards: "Order everyone to retreat, wait for my order on the mound over there, and stop fighting these Franks."

After he finished speaking, the Mamluk cavalry around him who were still trying to rush to rescue their master began to retreat in an orderly manner without hesitation.

Zahir reminded: "Franks, you should also order your people to retreat. I swear on the sacred fire and the honor of Saladin's son that I will abide by the agreement and will not let them escape, but I don't want to My guards were slaughtered for no reason, lest your honor and mine should be brought to disgrace."

Lothar nodded.

If Zahir chooses to directly order the Mamluk cavalry under his command to put down their weapons, those who have already killed red eyes under both sides will not care about these orders.

Zahir added: "Frank, you haven't told me your name yet?"

Lothar nodded slightly: "I am Lothar von Habsburg, a direct vassal of King Baldwin, lord of Jorgesburg, and grand master of the Royal Knights."

Zahir thought for a moment and said honestly: "I haven't heard of it. But I will tell my father that it was you who defeated and captured me."

"It's an honor to have my name known to you by your father."

Lothar nodded, turned and left.

Zahir looked at his personal eunuch who had always looked down upon him in the past, and said with some regret: "I'm sorry, Harry, I treated you like that, but you were still admonishing me just now."

Obviously, the eunuch’s previous sharp remarks were just to remind Zahir.

Harry smiled bitterly and said: "You are a smart prince. Your arrogance has destroyed your reason. I hope you can change this time if we can go back alive."

Zahir said solemnly: "I will, I will definitely do it!"

As the trumpet sounded.

The sporadic fighting between the two sides gradually ended.

The Mamluk cavalry withdrew in an orderly manner, but some of the red-eyed Knights cavalry were still roaring and trying to kill, but they were exhausted after a short time.

Napoleon once said that two Mamluk cavalry will definitely defeat three Gaulish cavalry, but a thousand Gallic cavalry will definitely defeat 1,500 Mamluk cavalry.

This sentence is used to describe the Mamluk cavalry's personal martial arts and bravery, but their low organization.

But in this era it is completely the opposite.

Compared with the well-trained Mamluk guards, the Crusader knights under Lothar were superior in personal martial arts and morale, but their organization was far behind.

This is still the case for the knights of the Royal Knights, who have already experienced some targeted training. If it were the other Crusader knights, the situation would only be worse.

"Clean the battlefield and count casualties."

Lothar said to Hans on the side: "Don't be stunned, go and perform your duties as commander."

"Prince Zahir, now you can order your subordinates to come and accept surrender. I will restrain my subordinates and not let them harass you."

Prince Zahir sighed: "Okay."

He put his index finger and thumb to his mouth and blew a sharp whistle. The next moment, among the vultures circling in the sky, a majestic falcon swooped down.

Zahir looked at the eunuch: "Harry, bring me my pen and paper."

He paused slightly, and then said to Lothar: "I will write two letters respectively, one to my subordinates, ordering them to surrender, and the other to my father, begging him to pay the ransom and take me and myself redeemed by his subordinates.”

“Write it in Kurdish and I’m going to read it after I’ve finished it.”

Lothar warned: "Don't play tricks, and don't think about asking your father to send an army to encircle and suppress you. I promise that before that, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Zahir smiled bitterly and said: "My father is the greatest king in the Zoroastrian world. How could he send a large army deep into the enemy's territory to rescue his useless son just because he fell into the enemy's hands?"

Lothar nodded and said to Ulm and others beside him: "Ulm, you lead three winged cavalry and 'protect' our Prince Zaheer at all times. No one is allowed to approach, not even us. people."

Although there are relatively few fanatics in the Royal Knights, Lothar cannot guarantee that there will be no one like Leonard who would rather break his oath and give up the ransom than kill the heretic.

This cannot be explained by simple "crazy".

After a war, the two sides have already had a deep hatred. Who hasn't had a few close friends and relatives die at the hands of the other side?

Next, the Royal Knights camped in an oasis near the village.

The battlefield has been cleaned, and the knights' sergeants are wielding shovels, intending to let their comrades bury themselves in peace.

Contrary to Lothar's expectations, he made peace with Prince Zahir and asked Saladin to pay a ransom in exchange for prisoners, and no one showed dissatisfaction.

On the one hand, exchanging ransom in this way and ending the war with dignity is the tradition of continental war in Europe.

On the other hand, on the battlefield, Lothar led the team to charge personally and directly captured the enemy's head. This decisive feat had also conquered all the members of the Knights.

This was clearly demonstrated when he inspected the wounded barracks.

Many wounded soldiers, even if they had one arm broken, still struggled to get up and pay their respects to Lothar.

"It would be nice if Uldin were here."

Lothar sighed secretly.

Then he realized that even if Uldin was there, his mental strength could not support him to treat many people.

Seeing the behavior of the "military priest", Lothar couldn't help but cursed: "He has already lost too much blood, and you still have to cut his wound to bleed. Do you think he didn't die quickly enough?"

"I'm warning you not to use that unreliable bloodletting therapy. Have you forgotten the battlefield first aid skills taught to you by the Hussars Company?"

"The water source is right next to me. Bring me boiled water for disinfection immediately!"

Lothar was so angry that he cursed at the "doctors" who were more like butchers. After losing his temper for a while, he walked out of the wounded barracks.

Hans came up at the right time, his face sad.

Lothar felt depressed: "Did the statistics come out?"

"Yes, sir. We have killed a total of eighty-six people, including thirty-six cavalry and twelve knights. If the battle continues, this number will only be more."

Nearly half of the cavalry were killed.

Lothar was silent for a moment and asked: "Where are the Hussars and Varangian Guards? Are they included?"

"Yes, my lord, the Hussars lost four men. No one in the Varangian Guards was killed, but two were slightly wounded."

fine

Lothar sighed softly.

War makes people despise life.

If it were in the past, Lothar would hate those who slaughter the weak the most.

But this time, he didn't even think about paying with blood, even though Prince Zahir had just ordered a bloodbath in a village - maybe because this was not his fiefdom.

But Lothar had to admit that compared to before, she had changed.

Hans lowered his voice and said: "Those slave cavalry probably followed their master's orders and came to surrender - sir, when will we take action?"

Lothar said helplessly: "Hans, I am not a breaker of the contract. At least, not this time."

ah?

do not you?

Hans's eyes flashed with shock, and then he said: "Sir, I understand your concerns. After all, we have lost so much, and we must make up for it."

"As long as you understand."

Lothar clenched her fists and then unclenched them.

He said calmly: "Let's go and talk to them."

"Sir, do you want to bring more people? That group of slave cavalry may also have the same idea as before."

Lothar shook his head and said: "No, if there are just a few of us, it will be easier to escape. Moreover, they cannot ignore the safety of their master."