Chapter 52: Fanaticism

A total of one elite Hussar of a hundred-man team launched a charge under the attack of hundreds of Arab projectile infantry - because the opponent is light-armed scattered soldiers, it does not require dense formations to deal with them. The dense formations will also increase casualties when facing projectiles. Therefore, the Hussar Centurion directly ordered: "The formations are dispersed!"

The entire 100-man team quickly took the two middle groups as the central axis, and the cavalry on both sides deflected their horse heads and moved to both sides. During the charge, they pulled apart the distance between the arrays and used a loose formation to fight the loose formation.

"Allah!" Seeing a large number of Norman Hussars rushed over, these Arab light infantrymen did not retreat but advanced, dropped their crossbows and javelins, pulled out their hand axes at their waists, and then charged towards the Hussars.

"What a group of madmen!" Seeing the opponent's light infantry rushed towards them, the cavalry were so angry that they felt that they were underestimated. They turned their eyes and made up their minds - don't take prisoners! Kill all these guys and then make a cross!

The Norman Cavalry made up their minds and then launched a fierce attack - although this group of Arabs didn't know what medicine they had taken wrong, they seemed extremely brave. However, war was not something that could be won by just one bloody courage. Although the Norman Hussars were light cavalry, the impact force, size and weight of the war horses under their crotch were not as strong as those of the Norman Knights. But compared to the dry and thin Arabs, they were still considered a behemoth.

The cavalrymen who were roaring and galloping without surprise, knocked down the Arabs with no protection and formation, trampled them, skillfully waved their scimitars, raised their swords, and cut off the heads of the enemy on both sides of the war horses. The moment the two armies came into contact, hundreds of Norman Hussars killed the enemy soldiers close to their own!

However, under the turmoil of the Hussars, the Arabs still resisted frantically. Even though the ribs hit by the war horses were broken and the limbs were broken by the horse's hooves. The Arabs who were screaming and waiting for death were still willing to wave the battle axe in their hands, and with a very small possibility, they tried to cut off the horse's hooves of the Hussars' horses with a very small possibility. In addition, some Arabs still exchanged for crossbows and javelins, and attacked the soldiers in the melee without distinction. In this way, they often killed more people than the enemies. However, the Arabs still howled wildly, as if they were not caring.

Under such fierce resistance, the casualties of the Hussars began to intensify. In such a melee, more than thirty Hussars were knocked down, and then they were killed by the fanatical Arabs' axe. The bodies were chopped to pieces.

"Damn--" Seeing this situation, the Hussar Centurion cursed, then waved his saber and chopped over another enemy who was howling and rushing towards him: "These people are really crazy - let's retreat!"

After saying this, the centurion turned his horse's head, raised the trumpet hanging around his neck and blew it up. After hearing the trumpet sounds, the Hussars who were still fighting hard, left their enemies beside them, turned their horse's head to retreat. A small number of archers stayed behind the temple for a while, and a burst of arrows shot down a group of Arabs who were about to pursue, and retreated.

"Allah! We are victorious!" Seeing the Hussars leaving with hatred, the Arabs cheered - although the Arab light infantry, with a total of less than 300, were only more than 100 left at this moment, and the battle loss ratio was nearly 6 to 1. If the Hussars were not too cautious and the centurion did not want to go online too much, they would retreat for the time being. However, the Arabs, most of these illiterate and simple-minded Arabs, still cheered loudly, chanted the holy name of Allah, and celebrated their victory loudly.

These are a group of Islamic martyrs. After the Egyptian caliph Saladin said, "Start the jihad." Afterwards, they came from all directions of the Islamic world and joined the sacred jihad against the pagans. Most of them came not for survival, but for death - those who sacrificed their lives in the jihad will surely ascend to heaven! This is not only Christians who promote this. The rebelliousness of the barren desert areas and the ruthless ruthlessness who do not take their lives seriously became the greatest weapons of these people. Although the equipment is simple, the martyrs with excellent fighting will firmly believe that they will win, and under the guidance of Allah, defend their faith and their homes!

"That's true, what a bunch of lunatics..."

Although the forward Hundreds suffered a setback and lost thirty or forty people, it was not a big deal. However, the intuition-sensible Nemulis still picked out the information and sent it to Egil's table. As Sonia's intelligence department became more and more powerful and competitive, Nemulis felt that he had become more and more difficult to serve. Especially more than a month ago, during the hand-to-hand battle on the Royal Navy Victory, the Cavaliers captain Alpha was guarding outside the bridge, and Queen Artoria was chopping people on the deck and playing. He couldn't even come. Egil was the only masters around him and Sonia.

As a result, the Barbary Pirates attacked, Nemulis wanted to perform well with Egil, but he rushed out first. After that, the Pirate King faced Egil, but Nemulis was restrained by several other people and could not help. In the end, Sonia saved Egil's life... After this, Egil was even more favored by Sonia, but he looked at Nemulis with him. This made Nemulis feel like crying and had no tears. He had to hold his tail and be a human being. He worked very hard recently.

"Sure enough, this piece of intelligence is very interested." Seeing Egil in deep thought, Nemulis breathed a sigh of relief and secretly told him that he had a right bet.

"Before, I remember that you also sent me a piece of information about the temporary recruitment of jihadists by Saladin. Do you still remember the content?" Egil asked.

"This, this..." Nemulis thought about it carefully. It seemed that it was something that happened when he just arrived at the holy land. It had been a long time. Although he still had an impression, he could not remember the specific content anyway.

"That's right, master." Seeing his opponent being defeated, Sonia next to Egil coughed lightly, held back her laughter, and said seriously: "The data written in the intelligence at that time was that the troops called Jihadist soldiers, which were spontaneously organized from Syria, Egypt, Arabia, Persia, North Africa and Ethiopia, were more than 100,000. The equipment was simple, most of them had no armor, most of them had only wooden sticks as weapons, a small number of equipment equipped with tomahawks and projection troops, a small number of desert cavalry and camel cavalry. As the auxiliary troops of the main Saladin troops, as well as cannon fodder."

"So that's it." Egil nodded: "Sonya, your memory is really good."

"Thank you, Master, for your compliment." Sonia smiled. The happier she was, the more uncomfortable Nemulis felt, and she lowered her head with gritted teeth.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, go ahead." Egil looked at Nemulis who was bowing his head and frowned, and said this and sent him away.

"Yes, lord." Although he was unwilling to accept it, it was useless. Nemulis lowered his head and left.

"I originally thought it was just a group of mobs and had no combat power... But in this way, it should be re-evaluated... From beginning to end, Islamic fanatics should not be underestimated." As he said this, Egil chuckled, turned around and asked Sonia, "In recent times, there are many Muslims who have come to assassinate me?"

"Yes, Master. But as long as I have a breath, they cannot hurt Master a little." Sonia nodded and said.

"It's really reliable." Egil nodded, and then began to deal with military affairs again - although it was not like Zhuge Liang, he had to do everything himself. However, as the commander of an army of hundreds of thousands, he had to handle things himself every day. Although Egil was not very responsible, he would fool him if he could fool him, and if he could push him to him, he would push him to him. However, he still had to take some time every day to solve some things that he couldn't push him or he could not fool him.

At the same time, Saladin, who is more than 100 kilometers away from Egil, also expressed a similar feeling: "In recent times, the assassin and other activities have been very powerful - and in terms of ability, it is not inferior to the general Assassin. I would like to ask you, Mr. Hassan."

"Of course, this is exactly what we are good at." An old voice replied in the shadows that cannot be exposed to the sun, "You will support our Assassin Sect and we will serve you. What's more, this time it is the Muslim's responsibility to fight against those crusaders."

"I'll be relieved if you say that." Saladin nodded and said.

Neither Saladin nor Egil were the kind of gentleman who valued decentness—or Saladin was very disguised on the surface, but in fact, his heart was dirty and no different from Egil. After Egil led the army to the holy land, both sides' assassination operations on their opponents reached the peak. The elite assassins of the Norman spy system and religious killers of the Assassin sect fought one after another, and they continued to assassin's lords. Both sides suffered heavy casualties, and neither Egil nor Saladin had any accidents. Both sides could barely play a draw.

Therefore, it is not possible to rely on evil ways. Then you still have to fight with real swords and guns.

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