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Chapter 4 Heart of a Lion Chapter 55 Goodbye, Warriors

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    Goodbye in Chapter 55, Warriors

    The Antioch soldiers worked hard to push a half-dead Sudanese soldier out of the fence. The Sudanese soldier screamed and was hung on the sharp wooden stake below. The war has made humanity disappear. In this life-and-death Shura field, victory and glory are just  It belongs to the generals, while the ordinary soldiers are just trying to survive.  The Antioch soldiers sat together exhausted, their hands holding weapons trembling, and the muscle soreness caused by excessive exertion began to cause trouble, but the Antioch knights were still able to survive due to their good nutrition.  The Duke of Flanders only put them into the battlefield at the last moment, so they were still able to form an effective combat force, and the originally neat defense line of the Antioch camp became a small piece centered around the knights.  area, while other areas have been occupied by Sudanese soldiers.

    "Brothers, don't give up, don't give up, fight hard~~~." An Antioch knight stumbled and stumbled among the Antioch soldiers, his armor coated with a layer of red plasma  , maybe it¡¯s someone else¡¯s, maybe it¡¯s his own, but from this we can see the intensity of the battle.

    "Sir, what is the sound?" The Antioch soldiers suddenly heard a dull sound like thunder in the summer night, gradually approaching them. When they heard this sound, both the Antioch soldiers and the Sudanese soldiers began to look back.  At this time, they saw a scene of despair and encouragement. Of course, it was despair for the Antioch people. They felt that the Lord had given up on them, while the Sudanese people couldn't help but cheer. They had reason to cheer. They saw that in Sudan  Behind the army, a silver ray of light became a ray of light. It was hundreds of Mamluks wrapped in scale armor. They rode their war horses and rushed towards the fragile camp. Their armor reflected the force under the scorching sun.  The cold light of man.

    "Long live Allah~~~." A voice like a sea rang out from the Sudanese army, while the Antiochians on the opposite side looked ashen. The investment of this elite division seemed to have announced the defeat of the Antiochians.  .

    "Sir, the Sudanese have invested in the Mamluks, and we are doomed." The vassals looked at each other and said loudly to the Duke. At this time, they had completely fallen into the siege of the Sudanese. There were enemies on all sides, and they could not even break out of the encirclement.  It's possible.

    "They didn't come. They didn't come." Duke Flanders said painfully. The Templars completely deceived the Duke. They put the Duke and his troops in this hopeless situation.

    "What should we do?" The vassal nobles were already panicking. Even though the blood of the former warriors flowed in their veins, the blood of the warriors had long since cooled down, leaving only endless despair.

    "Oh~~ah." An Antioch knight waved his sword in an attempt to block the Mamluk, but his movements had become slow due to continuous fighting. The Mamluk effortlessly lifted the horse's reins to dodge the blow.  The spear in his hand mercilessly penetrated the knight's throat. Blood spurted out of the knight's mouth and dyed his mask red. He staggered up and tried to stab the enemy's horse with his sword, but was shot down by Mamulu with a sword.  With a sharp sword, the knight who exerted all his strength involuntarily knelt on the ground. He tried hard to raise his head, and his other hand reached for a small cross on his chest in vain. That may be his firm belief, but maybe  It was a gift from the family.

    "Goodbye, warrior." Mamluk maintained respect for his opponent, which was the sympathy between warriors, and then went around behind the knight and chopped off the knight's head cleanly, ending the knight's pain.

    The situation on the battlefield was one-sided in favor of the Sudanese. The grenadiers tried hard to throw out the remaining bombs in their hands, but it was of no use. The Sudanese soldiers continued to charge under the leadership of the Mamluks. The grenadiers  They were forced to draw their swords and start fighting in close combat.

    "Ah~~~." The battlefield was filled with the screams of the Antioch people. Their number was getting smaller and smaller. The Sudanese soldiers swarmed up and grabbed the Antioch soldiers, using their scimitars and spears to kill them.  They chopped them into pieces, and the knight became even more miserable. Dozens of Sudanese soldiers surrounded an Antioch knight. They grabbed the knight's limbs so that the knight could not swing his sword. Then they took off the knight's helmet and used daggers to cut off the knight's limbs bit by bit.  From the throat, the knight let out continuous screams. When the knight finally took his last breath, all his valuables and armor were looted, and a naked body was discarded aside like garbage.

    "Retreat, retreat." The Antioch soldiers were like children walking into the darkness. They cried and ran around in a hurry. When the originally heroic soldiers lost their courage, they became worse than women and children.

    "Don't retreat, soldiers, follow me." Just when everything was as dark as the ground, a flag appeared in front of the Antiochians, and an old noble with pale hair was seen, wearing chain armor and a  Purple velvet cloak, full of anger, as if angryA fierce lion, he waved the flag in his hand vigorously and rushed to the forefront.

    "Yes, it's the Duke." The Antioch soldiers rubbed their eyes. They were surprised to see the regent of the Kingdom of Antioch, the most noble Duke of Flanders, taking the lead and charging with the flag held high. He was closely followed by two  A small attendant.

    "Your Majesty the Duke, Your Majesty the Duke." The vassals also followed the Duke. Their faces were shocked. They didn't know why the Duke had gone crazy. He suddenly pulled up the flag next to him and rushed forward. In fact, it was considered defeated, even if he was defeated by the Sultan.  It is possible for a person to return home as a prisoner as long as he is willing to pay a ransom. I heard that Saladin was a very chivalrous man, and he would definitely be treated well if he was captured.

    "Charge~~~." But Duke Flanders had already rushed to the front line of the fierce battle. Seeing the flag representing the Duke, the Mamluks were like vultures attracted by meat. They gave up their attacks one after another.  The goal was to turn towards Duke Flanders. Capturing a duke would add much merit to oneself. Every Mamluk was blinded by this greed.

    "Catch him." The Mamluks shouted and rode towards the Duke. The two young attendants pulled out the daggers they usually used to cut the Duke's flesh with bloodless faces. They wanted to protect the master they had sworn to protect, but the Mamluks  How could they be blocked by children like them? The two Mamluks took off their bows from their horses and shot arrows. The arrows hit the little attendants very accurately, and they turned over and fell to the ground.

    "Protect the Duke." When the vassals saw the Duke being attacked by the Mamluk's bows and arrows, they ran and shouted, but it was too late. The Mamluks stepped forward and thrust their spears at the Duke.

    "It's too early for you to kill me." Duke Flanders hit Mamluk on the head with his flag. Mamluk didn't expect that this old man, who was already old, was so strong that he was completely defenseless.  He was knocked on the helmet, but the horse under his crotch did not know what was happening and still ran wildly. As a result, the Mamluk, who was fully armored, fell from the horse.

    "Well." Although Mamluk was thrown to the ground, his light scales allowed him to get up from the ground immediately. He shook his head, held the pointed helmet on the armrest, and pulled out his scimitar.  Slowly approach Duke Flanders.

    "Ah~~~." Mamluk waved his scimitar and attacked repeatedly, and the Duke pulled out his sword to resist. After resisting for dozens of times, the old Duke gasped and stepped back, seeing that the old Duke was tired.  , Mamluk knew he would win.

    "Dang~~." Sure enough, when the scimitar hit the sword, the sword in the Duke's hand fell to the ground. When the Mamluks attacked again, the Duke could only resist with the flagpole in his hand. As a result, the flagpole was split into two pieces, and the Mamluks  Gram's scimitar penetrated the Duke's body.

    "Oh~~~." The Duke's eyes widened, and he grabbed Mamulu with both hands, a look of reluctance on his face.

    "You are a warrior, but you are already old." Mamluk looked at the old Duke in front of him and couldn't help laughing. Duke Flanders was once a heroic knight famous in all countries. He did not expect that he would die like this.  In his hands, Mamluk thought proudly, but he suddenly felt a cold feeling on the back of his neck, and then a sharp pain that made him scream involuntarily.

    "Your Majesty the Duke." One of the Duke's attendants was shot in the left chest, but a silver cup he placed there saved his life, but the inertia of the bow and arrow still stunned him. When he woke up  When he saw the Duke being stabbed by the Mamluk, he struggled to get up and picked up his dagger. When the Mamluk lowered his head to reveal his defenseless neck, he stabbed the dagger down.

    "Duke." The vassals escaped from the Sudanese soldiers who were constantly attacking along the way and came to the Duke's side. However, they saw the old Duke lying on the ground with his broken flag in his hand, and his head was held by his little attendant.  There was blood flowing from the corners of the old Duke's mouth, his chest was stabbed, and next to him was the corpse of a Mamluk wearing scale armor.

    "Have we won?" the Duke asked as he lay dying, unable to see.

    "Woo, woo, woo, Your Majesty the Duke." The vassals lowered their heads and wept. The death of this most heroic Duke would be a huge loss to the Principality of Antioch, and the war seemed to be hopeless. At this time, a gust of wind blew.  There was a strange wind, and following the sound of the wind, the vassals seemed to hear a strange sound of horns.

    "What is that sound?" They raised their heads and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a white torrent rushing towards the Sudanese coach's team. The flag carried in the torrent was a red cross on a white background, which was the flag of the Templars.  , they finally arrived.

    "The Templars, the Templars, they are finally here." After the Antiochians shouted loudly, they almost cried bitterly, and when they heard this voice, Duke Flanders' mouthKaku finally put on a smile.

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