Chapter 218 The sharp military attack

Governor Ashlever's nephew, the scimitar in his hand, was already shocked. He watched helplessly, the cluster of arrows with great strength not only penetrated his body, but also turned down from the horse with his identity.

Before his body fell to the ground, he had followed his uncle and reported to Allah!

But Mamluk, whose heart sutra was aroused by fierceness, was not willing to give up. The archer shot arrows at the head of the city. The large group of Mamluks relied on their heavy armor and fought desperately to attack the fortress regardless of the arrows that were flying locusts coming towards him.

In fact, this is not bravery, it is stupidity. It is obvious that they have no unified command. On the tower, Gong Zi, who saw this scene, was proud again, and she spoke to the archer led by the Aimin brothers.

"Young guys, try harder, it's almost over."

No, look out from here from afar. The fire golden dragon flag of the Song Dynasty Yulin Army was leading a cavalry team like a black dragon, running towards the morning quickly.

Under the blowing of the sea breeze, the huge red marks flowing from the flagpole to the tail of the flag are like a burning flame, like a pool of blood floating in the air, which is shocking.

At this time, the Mamluk cavalry who were sieging the city had reached the end of their strength. The officers fell one by one on the top of the city, under the accurate attack of the sniper bow. When they discovered that there was a more terrifying enemy behind them, they realized that they had fallen to death.

Zhao Fubo immediately lined up in an attacking formation with the cavalry that arrived quickly. Two cavalry teams of thousands of people lined up in a row of four hundred people. The two rows of main combat cavalry of the Song Yulin Army, with thick armor in front, and the cavalry behind took out bows from the bow box at this time.

At the front of the entire team is Zhao Fubo, beside him is the flag bearer holding the rider. Behind are Juliana, Abdul Martini, Safowan, and Muyiz and McGide of the Arab Legion.

Zhao Fubo raised the big gun in his hand high, which was a signal of preparing to charge. The entire cavalry team shouted loudly.

"If you don't surrender, you will die... Kill, kill, kill!"

Then Zhao Fubo put the big gun in his hand flattened forward, which was a signal of impact. The soldiers of the Great Song Yulin Army and the Arab Legion, who had already set out to attack, began to slowly accelerate when they saw his signal.

"The great soldiers of the Song Dynasty are bravely moving forward. On an iron-blooded journey, those who do not surrender will die..."

With the catchy four-character and four sentences, the war horses that were used to listening to them also accelerated with their pace. As the speed of the war horses was destruction faster, the sentence began to decrease. When the speed of the war horses increased to the extreme, only one repeated sentence was left--"Those who do not surrender died!"

The roar of deafening sound in unison matched the speed of their charge, which seemed to resonate with others. It was like not a team of cavalry coming towards him, but a storm in the desert or a rolling waves swept from the sea.

The charge of the cavalry of the Yulin Army in the Song Dynasty was completely different from that of the Arab Empire and the Crusaders at that time. When they charged, they often shouted the emblem of the knight family or the voice of some religion.

The formation of the black-armored cavalry when they charge gradually becomes crescent moon, which means they do not intend to let anyone go. The sound of hooves is neatly approaching the battlefield like thunder, and the roar of "If you don't descend, you will die!" like a sea wave. This creates psychological pressure like a mountain. It gives people the feeling that as long as they collide with their neatly pressing formation, they will be crushed into a stream of flesh by the heavy pressure.

The Mamluk cavalry, who were originally shot by the officers by arrows on the top of the city, only relied on their ferocity to be aroused. But when they found that the enemy troops behind them were even more magnificent, they were scared. Among the Mamluk cavalry who were blocking them, one and two of them threw down their weapons and ran towards the fortress.

Intuition, the fortress is the safest place, and only those tall stone walls can resist heavy blows like waves.

The Mamluk cavalry who did not escape tried to form a formation, prompting their horses to start accelerating. They were not fighting in their hearts, but if they could break through the steel jungle formed by these cavalry, perhaps they still had a glimmer of life.

When the two teams of cavalry were centimeters apart, the Mamluk cavalry, who had just begun to charge, noticed that there was a leading guy in the forefront of the black armored cavalry. He rode a fiery red horse with a flame-like mane. A strange spear in his hand was like a dancing flame.

A distance of one hundred meters marks that in a blink of an eye, the hedging cavalry troops were about to collide head-on. At this time, almost everyone on the battlefield held their breath. Because what appears below must be a scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

But before the cavalry fronts of the two armies collided, a wave of arrows suddenly flew over behind the rushing black-armored cavalry. It was not until this time that the chargers discovered sadly that behind the first row of cavalry like a city wall was a row of cavalrymen performing cavalry shooting.

The Mamluk cavalry, who were charging forward, was immediately severely hit by the dense rain of arrows. They all lowered their spears and bent their necks to hide one by one to prevent the next wave of arrows.

The cavalry caught in the arrow fell to the ground, either tripped over the cavalry behind, or made the cavalry behind have to take a detour. In an instant, the entire formation of the Mamluk cavalry appeared in chaos.

At this moment, the main cavalry holding the Chinese spear in their neat hands, and the black spear tip in their hands almost stabbed towards their opponents. The spear blade was like a forest, and the sound of overwhelming seas was completely destroyed. This completely destroyed the last bit of war in the hearts of the Mamluk cavalry.

But at this time, they had no way out. When the two teams of cavalry collided, they could not escape nor could they avoid it. Especially the tip of the spear that had just been put down to avoid arrows could no longer match the Chinese spear stabbed from the opposite side.

"If you don't surrender, you will die..."

Then it was submerged in the main battle cavalry of the Yulin Army of the Song Dynasty and sent out the Chinese spear in his hand, a loud shout like spring thunder.

"kill!"

Until this moment, the shouts of shouting were still neatly, especially at such a close distance, and the "kill" that bloomed at the same time made the Mamluk cavalry, who was still regretting, no longer have the will to resist. The black spearhead in their eyes getting closer and closer, the Mamluk cavalry opened their eyes wide. The mouth wide opened, and the last roar before losing their lives was made.

"ah……"

“Bao…”

Under the violent impact, the life and death of both sides almost instantly determined. The psychological advantage caused the Song Yulin Army to bear only a small casualty. Mamluk, who was frightened by the sound of "kill", often fell from the horse under this collision.

What happened later was shiny hooves. Even if they were only injured, they could not escape and turned into wandering souls under tens of millions of iron hooves.

The formation formed by the Mamluk cavalry completely collapsed in an instant. The cavalry behind no longer charges. Instead, with the pressure caused by the roar of "no subsidence, he will die" like waves, they began to throw their swords and guns and run desperately towards the fortress city.

Among the entire crowd of people who were hit, the most conspicuous were Zhao Fubo and his flag bearer. They were like a sharp sword. Zhao Fubo's big gun was in the entire Persian Gulf, and no one really understood its power. Therefore, his opponents only became wandering souls under his gun.

The big gun that was opened and his flying fire burning sky beast made him like a ball of hot flames on the battlefield. No matter where he went, it immediately turned into a vacuum. Facing him and his horse, it was a man and horse rushing to hide.

The extremely fast and irritable flying fire burning sky beast has been considered to be addicted to "biting horses". You see, it runs like a whirlwind, and when it gets closer, it can often tear off the ears of the opponent's war horse. Otherwise, it will stand up and a pair of iron hooves will plow the opponent and the others and the horses to the ground.

Yes, when this guy put on his vest, he was like a tank. He rushed around and was not afraid of the opponent's weapons at all.

This can be regarded as the first cavalry battle that Zhao Fubo actually carried out. The huge difference in morale, equipment, and training made less than 2,000 Mamluk cavalry who barely mustered up the courage to fight them, killed more than 600 people in just one collision.

Most of the rest were injured, and what scared them the most was that when they threw down their weapons and jumped off their war horses and became prisoners, they watched helplessly, the brave and warlike black-armored cavalry began to chop up the heads of dead bodies. Some were a little greedy, with a dozen heads hanging on their bodies, dressing themselves up like an evil ghost who had just emerged from the underworld.

At this time, there was no idea what Abdul Zhemal said to the Mamluk cavalry in the fortress, and a cheering voice came. Zhao Fubo, who was bringing Juliana and Abdul Maltini into the city, was very clear in his heart.

It is very simple. Those who surrender without fighting can leave with a few gold coins, or join the army as a free man. As for those who resist outside the fortress, they naturally become slaves. Naturally, the salary of free man soldiers and slave soldiers is different. In addition, compared with slaves, free man is more likely to become officers.

In this battle, the entire Song Dynasty Yulin Army led the Arab Legion to a total of more than 30 casualties, especially the latter. Although they were wearing poor armor, they were ranked in the back line during the charge, and the possibility of casualties was much less. Of course, correspondingly, there was no good thing like killing the head.
Chapter completed!