They proved with their practical actions that they were by no means the soft core in the sandwich biscuit, but a hard walnut that could break teeth.

Roger was worried that if this continued, his troops would suffer too much casualties.

He was determined to let go of the winner.

As long as the enemy commander is killed, I believe that the Saracen militia will lose the courage to continue fighting.

Roger shouted: "Follow me!"

He took the lead in rushing to the battlefield, with the personal guards behind him, the Norman cavalry, the Jerusalem knights, and the Frank heavy cavalry closely following each other.

More than 500 people rushed straight to the position of the enemy's chief general from the middle of the two whirlpools on the left and right sides of the battlefield.

The Turkic archers had retreated to the rear of the battlefield and stopped shooting archery.

The enemy archers did not shoot arrows at Roger either.

Roger estimated that the arrows from both sides were used up.

He nervously estimated the distance and then strangled the horse.

Roger shouted: "Drop off the horse and sprint on foot!"

He turned over and dismounted, surrounded by his personal guards, and joined the other soldiers, and everyone ran forward together.

Roger was a little nervous.

He thought that if he guessed wrongly, there would be no traps here, and his command would probably become a laughing stock that would accompany him throughout his life.

He could think of how others mocked: "I have never seen a cavalry charge, but when I came to the enemy's eyes, I changed to an infantry charge, and I was so laughing."

But if you guess correctly, then your order is a wonderful move.

At least Roger believed that if the opponent's Saracen militia could come, his dismounted cavalry would definitely be able to come.

However, he did not step on any trap. Roger's face became hotter the more he ran.

He thought, it seemed that he was going to be embarrassed again. Why didn’t he get used to it?

He couldn't help but think, come up with a trap and pit me, even if there is only one small pit.

Suddenly I missed the air.

Roger pounced forward, smashed his face to the ground, and chewed his mouthful of sand.

His first thought was, is this a slap in the face?

Henk came to help him, and in the blink of an eye, half of his leg fell into the sand, and a butt pierced on the ground.

The two of them supported each other and got up.

Fortunately, no arrows were shot over.

It seems that the opponent's archer has really shot all the arrows.

Roger saw that other soldiers were not much better, and someone fell down as he ran.

He saw that there was a small hole as big as a bowl and deep as his knees under his feet.

He looked around carefully and could see the dry camel grass of the same color as the sand.

He used his sword to explore it, and there was indeed a pit below.

Roger shouted: "Be careful! Don't step on the grass!"

So everyone walked slowly and easily avoided these simple traps.

The opponent's chief general seemed to be anxious, and he shouted: "Roar up! Kill them!"

Roger saw a group of people wearing headscarves and cloth robes rushing over with short swords.

He probably all these archers who abandoned their bows.

Such an opponent does not have any threat to dismounted cavalry wearing chain mail, shields and long swords.

It's just that this terrain is a bit troublesome.

The soldiers often don’t care about the battle in front of them.

Roger saw a soldier step forward and slash at the other party's head, but he stepped on the air and cut the other party's toe.

The archer who lost his toes screamed and jumped back with one leg, but in the end he was like a sapling, inserted into the soil.

Some soldiers also waved their swords to slash the other person's neck, but in the blink of an eye, they waved their hair away. When they looked again, they were lying on the ground and eating dirt.

Henk laughed happily "hahahaha".

Roger poked him with his arm, and he was still laughing "puffy".

Roger yelled: "When you fight, be serious!"

A warrior suddenly stepped on the air and rushed forward, and the archer opposite him also stepped on the air and rushed forward;

The two people bumped their foreheads to each other. Then they blew one mouth to one.

Henk couldn't hold back his "hahahaha" and laughed like a snoring thing.

Roger couldn't stand it anymore and burst into laughter.

He felt that if this continues, his murderous aura would be dispersed and his sword would not be able to cut it down.

Roger lowered his head and calmed down his emotions. He saw the dry camel grass shaking.

He looked up and saw a team of heavy cavalry running from the dark shadow.

The other party was wearing armor, both men and horses, and they were strong and had high morale.

When they got closer, they also got off the horse, and a strong man with black hair and black beard surrounded in the middle.

The strong man looked different from the Egyptians next to him, but he looked a bit like the Macedonians.

They drew their swords and came to kill them.

These people have excellent combat skills and good equipment. For a moment, they actually suppressed the Christian warriors in front of them and could only defend themselves.

When a Crusader retreated to defend, he stepped on the air and staggered. The shield in his hand just shook, and the opponent stabbed the throat with a sword.

The blood of his companion dyed Roger's eyes red. His mouth was dry and he was panting like fire burning in his lungs.

The earth is trembling.

Roger yelled: "Fuck them to death!"

Christian soldiers roared and killed them.

The strong man opposite noticed Roger, and he rushed over and shouted, "I, Ptolemy, want to kill you!"

Roger's personal guard rushed forward to stop him and was entangled by his opponent's personal guard.

The strong man Ptolemy rushed to Roger all the way, but he didn't even step on any traps.

Henke was lying on the ground eating dirt. He wanted to stop the man just now, but he ended up rushing to leave.

Roger sneered, fight alone, who is afraid of whom?!
Chapter completed!