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Chapter 4 Heart of a Lion Chapter 56 The Victory of the Templars

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    The timing chosen by the Templars was very appropriate. The overwhelming carbine charge was like a sharp and hot knife cutting into butter. Although Muhald's guards were numerous, there were no elite Mamluks with them.  , the remaining soldiers were unable to withstand the attack of the Templars. The carbines penetrated into the middle of the first layer of infantry. The high-speed charge was covered in sand and dust brought up by the horses' hooves. The carbines in the hands of the Templars were not in the way.  As in the competition field, a crowned blunt instrument was mounted on the head of the spear, which would crack and shatter when it hit the enemy. On the battlefield, the knights' carbines were equipped with sharp spearheads on the top, which pierced the bodies of several Sudanese soldiers.  Finally, the carbine was gloriously broken and thrown away by the knight.  i

    For the Templars, the carbine is only a weapon for the first attack. Their real weapon is the big sword hanging on the side of the horse. This kind of big sword is only suitable for the truly noble and well-trained Templars.  Possessed, the Templar Knights threw away the broken carbine and pulled out the long sword with a small spur on the front of the handle. The Templar Knights were all trained as warriors from childhood. After entering the glorious Knights Templar, they were treated layer by layer.  Only those who have been screened and trained hard can be called Templars. They are truly the elite of the elite. And among those soldiers who are just recruited from the territory of the Sultanate, no one is an enemy in one round, even among the Sultan's troops.  After encountering the Templars, the officer resisted for less than two rounds and was beheaded.  i

    The morale of the large number of soldiers could only be maintained by the grassroots officers. After seeing the officers being split in half by the Templar's sword, the soldiers' faces were extremely pale, and fear continued to grow in the hearts of the soldiers.  Just one Templar Knight was so difficult to deal with, but what they faced was an entire group of Templar Knights. The entire Templar Knights were tearing apart the Sudanese defense line like wild beasts, and the limbs and internal organs of the approaching Sudanese soldiers were flying.  This scene made the Sudanese people mistakenly believe that they were in hell.

    "God's will." Lei Ruo waved the big sword in his hand. He was at the front of the entire team. The white robe on his body was actually coated with a layer of plasma. The horse under his crotch was covered with blood-colored sweat beads. This was  The sweat of the war horse mixes with the blood of the enemy.

    "Block it, idiot, idiot." The priest saw the Templars' damn Crusader flag constantly approaching Muhald's commander's position. He was so annoyed that he loudly ordered the guards around him. The Sudanese soldiers immediately rushed to the Holy Spirit.  The Templar Knights surged in the direction, trying to resist the Templar Knights' advance.

    "Whoosh." Just as the Templar Knights were fighting fiercely, a sound broke through the sky. The knights looked up and saw countless arrows falling on their heads. They saw a group of horse archers gathered around Muhalder.  , they were constantly bending their bows and shooting indiscriminately in the direction of the Templar knights. At the same time, they also shot the Sudanese infantry who were fighting with the knights.

    "Oh, don't be afraid of these bows and arrows. We are God's warriors and fearless Templars, with God's will." Lei Ruo was shot in the shoulder by an arrow, but the arrogant grand leader refused the other knights' requests for him.  He was advised to retreat, but still fought on the front line. The bravery of the coach further inspired the morale of other Templars, making this unit unstoppable.

    "Damn it, I am no match for these pagans." The Sudanese soldiers looked at the terrifying knights who were riding horses and waving their swords constantly to cut their companions into several pieces. This thought was like a plague.  Usually when the infection spreads among the Sudanese army, this timid thought makes their movements of wielding weapons become slightly slower, and this slight difference will inevitably lead to the loss of life when facing the Templars.

    "What's going on? Why can't so many of us stop these damn pagan knights?" The priest cursed fiercely on his horse, but there was nothing he could do to deal with the approaching Templar knights, except for the Mamluks.  The soldiers were unstoppable, but the Mamluks were trapped in the area where they were fighting the Duke of Flanders. It was impossible for them all to retreat at once. This period of time was enough for the Templar Knights to rush into the center of the formation and kill Muhalder and others.

    "Don't panic, hum, it seems we have fallen into a trap." Muhald had completely calmed down at this time and said to the panicked priest.

    "What did you say? We fell into a trap?" The priest was shocked.

    "The damn Templars actually used Duke Flanders as bait in order to win. I guess they were hiding aside when we were fighting Duke Flanders, and they didn't show up until we were both almost exhausted. Really  I didn't expect them to be able to bear it." Muhalder smiled sarcastically. He was actually being taken advantage of. It seemed that the Kingdom of Antioch was also very unstable.

    "What should we do now?" the priest asked, sweating profusely.

    "Report, Duke Flanders was killed by our Mamluks." At this time, a messenger from the Sudan delivered the news of Duke Flanders's death to Muhalder, and sure enoughWhen Halder looked at the Duke's camp, the flag representing the Duke had been lowered. In this era, the flag was a symbol of aristocratic family background and status, and the flag was always present.

    "Okay, now all that's left is to deal with the Templars." The priest couldn't help but dance with joy. Duke Flanders was a notorious heretic among the Sudanese, and his death was really satisfying.

    "Send the order to retreat immediately and let the infantry entangle the Templars. The Mamluks and horse archers will withdraw first. It's time for us to leave." However, Muhalder had no intention of fighting the Templars. He seemed to have other plans.  Intend.

    "Why?" the priest asked in surprise. In his opinion, this was the best time to concentrate on destroying the Templars.

    "Obey my order." Muhald did not explain, turned his horse's head and led his most elite cavalry, leaving the battlefield without looking back. Following his order, the elite Mamluks and cavalry abandoned the infantry.  He left regardless.

    "What? The cavalry have all run away?" When the Sudanese infantrymen turned their heads, they saw that the most elite troops had begun to withdraw. At this time, only two-legged infantrymen like themselves were left on the battlefield, and a chill came over them.  In my heart, the Sudanese infantry who lost their leader and cavalry assistance were quickly beaten to a pulp by the Templars. Although they were supported by religious enthusiasm, no one was a fool at this time. The Sudanese infantry in twos and threes began to flee with their weapons upside down.  It gradually turned into a large-scale rout, and the Templars were killing them heartily, chasing these unlucky infantrymen with wild shouts. It seemed that the balance of victory had completely tipped to the side of the Templars.

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