Chapter 119: Brutal Killing

"Stand back, knights."

Lothar took off his helmet and shouted: "Please obey my orders. I am here to save the lost comrades, not to lose the lives of more comrades."

"I know that you are all warriors who regard death as their destination, but the kingdom cannot afford any greater loss. Even for the safety of the kingdom, I hope you can protect yourselves."

"Your Majesty made an irrational decision by appointing me as the commander of the cavalry company. It is a big mistake. If you insist on returning with me, it will be a big mistake."

The excited knights gradually fell silent.

On Lothar's face, they saw an undeniable determination, as if he were a supreme monarch who would no longer allow changes once his words were spoken.

"Baron Godfrey, next, they will be left to you!"

Godfrey nodded.

His expression was a little complicated.

He didn't understand why Lothar made such a choice. He had to know that there were "enemies" like Amalric and Guy who had a bad relationship with them who fell in the enemy camp.

I was also a little envious that Count Werner, an old friend, had such an outstanding son.

He watched Lothar turn around, and more than a dozen wing cavalry followed him, silent, like statues, exaggerating the heroic atmosphere.

A knight whispered: "There is no fear in the face of a powerful enemy."

"Protecting the weak is worthy of the law of nature."

The knights murmured the virtues of chivalry in a low voice. They once thought that this was just an inspiring slogan, and they never thought that anyone in this world could actually do this.

"God bless me, and I hope Baron Lothar can return safely."

The knights made a sign of the cross in front of themselves. Many of them had questioned why Lothar took the position of Grand Master. Many of them privately cursed and cursed this "lucky person." ".

But now, they just sigh that even if His Majesty the King suffers from a serious disease, he is still the young hero with a keen eye for recognizing people.

The horses' hooves stirred up clouds of dust on the ground.

Lothar knew that he was not as brilliant as he appeared on the surface.

The reason for returning is that the purpose of saving people can only be ranked second at best.

The first is to upgrade and get as much "contribution value" as possible.

In the context of the kingdom's war, although his contribution has surpassed that of Leonard of Chatillon, he is still far behind Count Raymond of Tripoli.

Because Earl Raymond sent five thousand soldiers to participate in the Northern Expedition, his "weight" was too high.

According to the system's calculation of contribution, enemies killed by Lothar's soldiers can be counted as 100% of his contribution, but only 100% of enemies killed by soldiers temporarily assigned to him will be counted. Fifty points.

Moreover, Lothar has weighed the risks of this trip. To be honest, with Prajna, Hans and the hussars guarding him, the risk is not high.

In a camp of the Saracens.

The candle on the table reflected a pale human face.

Ulm gritted his teeth, large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and his calf swelled all over.

After Andreas fell from his horse, he rushed forward without thinking to save him, but was ambushed by an enemy and injured his calf with a hammer.

Andreas, on the other hand, had nothing to do. He guarded the entrance of the camp vigilantly, and suddenly said urgently: "The enemy is coming to search for us. What should we do now?"

Ulm urged in a low voice: "What else can you do? Run quickly! Grab a horse from the enemy and just find a direction and charge."

"What about you?"

Ulm sneered and said: "I'm already like this, you don't still want to take me with you, right? Don't be stupid, our lives belong to adults and are not wasted casually!"

Andreas gritted his teeth and shook his head: "No, I can't leave you. You were injured trying to save me. I must take you with me."

This former little slave now had a face full of determination.

Ulm and he looked at each other for a moment, then gave up and said, "Then let's set a fire first to mix the water."

Fortunately, the tent they were hiding in once belonged to a tribal chief and was equipped with candles. Otherwise, there wouldn't even be a tinder to start the fire.

The fire quickly spread.

Andreas carried Ulm on his back and ran quickly with the help of the cover of the tent.

But they had lost their mounts.

How could one escape from this extremely large camp with just one pair of legs?

Soon, a group of Saracen warriors armed with straight swords and bucklers surrounded a general and surrounded them.

"Surrender, I have heard about you feathered cavalry. As long as you agree to be my Mamluks, I promise to spare your lives."

The Saracen general's superior voice sounded.

But before Ulm could reply, a spear made of blood suddenly penetrated the back of his head, and the sharp spear tip protruded from his mouth.

The rapid sound of horse hooves approached quickly.

Lothar glanced at the two of them and urged: "What are you still doing? Get on your horse and retreat."

Ulm was stunned. He hesitated and said: "Sir, how can you put yourself in danger because of us?"

"Do not talk nonsense!"

Lothar lightly tapped his shoulder with the tip of his sword: "If you only hurt your leg, it should be okay to fight on horseback, right?"

Ulm raised his head high and said: "Till death do we rest!"

Guy led a group of cavalry and charged in the camp.

Most of the physical strength of the war horses has been consumed. These large and precious animals are panting violently and their running speed has begun to slow down. Every knight can feel their fatigue.

They killed almost all the enemies in this camp, but there were too many new enemies surrounding them from all directions.

At this time.

Guy suddenly shouted: "These tents are filled with food!"

"Quick, bring the fire!"

Upon hearing this, the knights jumped off their mounts one after another and poured the charcoal fire from the brazier into the tents filled with food. The flames spread immediately.

Fortunately there is no wind tonight, otherwise the wind would help the fire and we would not know where the fire would spread.

They used haystacks and other objects to mount their mounts again.

At this time, a melodious horn sound came from the distance.

"Oops, according to the agreed time, we should evacuate now!"

Amalric was so anxious that he was confused.

"Brother, what should we do now? If nothing happens, only a dozen of us will be left in the Saracen camp. We are surrounded by an army of 30,000 pagans!"

Guy was also at a loss.

Although he is not a complete and incurable idiot, he is more than brave, and the muscles in his head far outweigh his meager wisdom.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have acted so hotly that he kidnapped the Lionheart’s mother, Eleanor of Aquitaine.

"I don't know what to do, just try your best!"

Amalric opened his mouth. He wanted to say that he had a noble status and a large amount of property in Jerusalem. There was no need to fight against the enemy here.

As long as he surrenders, he can spend a ransom in exchange for his life.

It is said that the pagan king was not a murderous tyrant like King Zanji.

"For the Father, for Jerusalem, for the glory of Lusignan!"

But before Amalric could speak, Guy shouted slogans, raised his armed sword, and charged towards the enemy.

"Heavenly Father, please bless me."

Amalric hesitated for a moment, then plucked up the courage to chase after him.