Chapter 417

It was dark.

There are clouds and mist.

The army of the dead from hell brought with it a shockingly cold temperature, making the entire beach feel as if they were in a winter swamp, making people shiver unconsciously.

Mueller said in surprise: "Captain Hogg is here!"

"It's good to come, but it's a little late."

Andreas looked back at the large number of wounded soldiers behind the defense line. If it weren't for the Lazarus Potion, at least 80% of these people would have died later due to worsening injuries, even if they were not dead now.

He jumped out of the ditch that was already piled with corpses and shouted: "Everyone, take up your weapons and don't be afraid of those seemingly terrifying dead souls. They are evil ghosts from hell who seek the lives of the Saracens." ."

"Have courage, warriors of Port Ella, take this opportunity to kill all those damn bandits!"

After shouting, Andreas took the lead. Several of his attendants behind him wanted to stop him, but there was no time, so they had to grit their teeth and follow.

Mueller looked at his back with disbelief on his face. What kind of physique does this brat have? He had obviously fought hard just like me, so why was he still so energetic? Could it be that he is really old?

"What are you doing standing still? Didn't you hear what Lord Andreas said? Those undead are here to deal with the heretics, so hurry up!"

He ordered loudly.

Dozens of scattered town guards rushed out.

However, many people still showed hesitation.

It sounds simple. The target of this group of undead is indeed pagans, but who knows if they will attack us?

It wasn't until they saw Andreas, all of them fighting among the army of the dead, and still not suffering any attack, that many people felt relieved and plucked up the courage to jump out of the trench.

Old Hassan shouted: "Quick, hurry up, this is a good time to take credit. Even if we are too old to use it, we can still give it to the young people in the tribe."

The tribesman next to him hesitated and said: "Those are dead people. Who knows if we will be targeted by demons if we get close to these monsters, and we will not be able to ascend to heaven even if we die?"

"idiot!"

Old Hassan cursed, picked up his spear and jumped out.

The tribesmen around him hesitated for a while, but the habits they had formed over the years still made them rush out one after another after Old Hassan. These enemies were frightened out of fear, and there was little resistance. Old Hassan stabbed them with a spear. He caught the back of a Cuman mercenary who just wanted to escape.

He picked up the bow and arrow from the corpse, took aim with the bow, and shot down another person with one arrow. His old and weakened body actually gave him a sense of pleasure in killing the enemy like chopping melons and vegetables.

"They are all a bunch of cowardly idiots, and there is no better achievement than this."

Old Hassan was secretly proud, but his tired body really couldn't hold on anymore. He chased two more steps, and saw that the nearest enemy was far away from him. He could only give up and sit among the corpses. .

Behind him, the sound of killing was heard at the right moment.

In Lothar's territory, in addition to the land distribution system, there is also a land granting system based on military merit. Merit can be calculated by beheading the capital, and even if you die in battle, your merit can be passed on to future generations.

The land-dividing system only ensures that soldiers defend their land and fight hard, and conferring military merit on the land is an important factor that enables soldiers to dare to compete first.

Hogg crossed his arms and stood at the bow of the ship. He squinted his eyes and looked at the almost one-sided battle situation in front of him. He had no idea of ​​taking action. He had worked hard today. With one ship, he intercepted nearly one-third of the battle. enemy ship.

The combat effectiveness of zombie sailors is not much better than that of a well-trained soldier.

He is good at fighting gang battles on ships, and can achieve a terrifying exchange ratio of ten to one, but on land, if he faces hundreds of winged cavalry, he is afraid that he will be overwhelmed in a short time.

After all, they are a group of unarmored light infantry with loose discipline. What they fear most is the heavy cavalry charging into the formation.

Although their vitality is much stronger, this does not mean that their defense is that strong. Compared with warriors wearing heavy armor, their hands and feet can be cut off easily. Even if they do not die, they will not have any impact on the enemy. No threat.

However, on the battlefield, a surprise force that appears from behind the enemy, no matter how weak it is and looks terrifying, can still cause a huge blow to the enemy's morale.

For example, in the world of combat records, the army of the dead appeared behind the wolf expeditionary force.

Perhaps only a dozen or so wolf clan heads could wipe them all out, but in the midst of the melee, they appeared like magic soldiers descending from the sky behind the enemy, and they still became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

What's more, the strength of the zombie sailors is not weak. The Saracen army in front of them is also in disarray and cannot organize effective resistance at all.

They came a long way by boat, and there were only a few troops and horses on board. Even if there were cavalry, how could they form a formation on this narrow beach?

"It's them. Not only can they appear at sea, they can also go ashore!"

"The leading monster, I clearly saw its head shot off by the ballista on the Banshee, but it actually came back to life!"

"Holy Fire, how did we provoke these demons?"

"They don't attack pagans. These undead must be monsters created by the evil Franks!"

The faces of the Saracen soldiers were full of fear. This evil spirit that had come back from the dead frightened them ten times more than ferocious beasts like the manticore!

At this point, the battle situation has been decided.

Outside Gaza City.

The camp rose from the ground.

The hard-working craftsmen are building huge siege equipment in the open space in the center of the camp. The skeletons of the siege towers have been assembled, and the craftsmen are using nails to install iron sheets on them.

In the Chinese army camp.

Adil asked seriously: "Is Master Salman unwilling to take action?"

The spell caster sitting opposite him wrote lightly: "The main force of the Crusaders has moved north, and the military forces in Gaza City have priority. Does such a city still need my help for you, Adil, to defeat it?"

Adil frowned and said: "It is not a difficult problem to conquer this city, but it will take time."

A large army with complete siege equipment, regardless of time and cost, can completely defeat the enemy with the same or even less damage than the defenders.

But if time is of the essence and the ant-attacking tactic is adopted before the construction of siege equipment is completed, the losses will be incalculable.

The spell caster known as Salman shook his head and said: "I will not take action unless the opposite spell caster takes action first."

Adil took a deep breath, forced down the anger rising in his heart, snorted coldly, and left the Chinese army camp.

evening.

The gentle night breeze blew, and the guard with a sleepy face subconsciously yawned.

The Saracen camp layout is very interesting. As the governor of Egypt, Adil's power in the Ayyubid dynasty was second only to Saladin. He had a Mamluk army directly belonging to him.

The layout of the camp is also in the shape of a "pin".

The armies in the three directions were all sent by various feudal lords in Egypt. Only in the center were Adil's own troops, an elite Mamluk force of 3,000 people, and nearly 10,000 infantry.

It was the second day since Cellinina sneaked into the camp.

She walked silently between two patrolling soldiers and strolled through the enemy camp with familiarity. Whenever someone passed by, she could always immediately identify the blind spots in the enemy's sight and avoid their sight.

When she came to the backlight behind a tent, she took out the iron box, chewed a chocolate bar, and stared at the opposite side with an expressionless face. A large tent stood alone in the middle of an open space - this should be where the enemy's spell caster was. .

As if isolated from the world, the magical aura surrounding her made Cellinina afraid to approach rashly.

Your Excellency is right, the spell casters in this world are all cunning and cautious people, and they care about their own safety more than anyone else.