Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 394 Night Attack
By the end of the second night, Aziz still hadn't noticed anything was wrong.

Everything was normal. In this hilly wasteland, although it was impossible to see more than ten kilometers at a glance, with the presence of light cavalry, they would be able to spot the enemy first.

Relying on the mobility of light cavalry, even if they cannot defeat the enemy, they can at least outrun them.

Of course, one problem he didn't expect was that the army of the Kingdom of Jerusalem had already been distributed telescopes on a large scale.

With the help of telescopes and relatively high-precision military maps, Jerusalem's army could conduct roundabout maneuvers on a larger scale.

Generally speaking, the nomadic cavalry often dominates the battlefield information.

Limited by this experience, Aziz did not even realize that his information had become unilaterally transparent.

Therefore, he was still trying to increase his strength and besiege the people in the camel wall.

However, this not only caused more casualties on both sides and made many people tired of war, but also caused increasingly heavy damage to the camels.

It has been two days and two nights. The camels have not eaten or drunk for two days and two nights.

Not only that, during the day, they were forced to be used as cover to avoid arrows. It was really a torture for these camels to follow Roger into battle.

Not only do they serve as animals for transporting supplies, they also have to be used as walls. If they understood human language, they would have greeted Roger's ancestors countless times.

But what can be done?

This is war.

It is better to sacrifice a camel than a man.

The battle on the second day was somewhat lackluster, basically a repetition of the previous day, and even the intensity was significantly reduced.

It seemed that Aziz's men fought so fiercely on the first day that they were tired.

The same was true for the people in the camel wall. Under the long-term arrow shooting, more and more people were injured. Some cavalrymen even reported to Aziz that Roger in the wall had begun to let the wounded continue fighting.

When Aziz thought about the fact that many people in the wall were injured, he felt that his chances of success were increasing.

Just like a gambler at the table, Aziz has already sunk too much cost.

Before any external force woke him up, Aziz put all his energy and prayers into breaking through the camel wall.

And in this case, the result is doomed.

Roger was indeed a little too cautious. In that era, the reason why the Jerusalem army could repeatedly succeed in night attacks was actually because the enemy's level of training was really limited.

If Roger can judge others by himself, then his enemies will naturally judge others by themselves as well.

However, if Roger judged others by himself, he would overestimate the enemy. If the enemy judged Jerusalem by himself, he would underestimate it.

Aziz felt that he could not organize a proper night attack, so naturally he thought that Antiochus' army could not organize a night attack.

This, coupled with two days of fierce fighting, had taken a serious toll on the soldiers’ energy.

Although there is a group of soldiers who have never participated in the war and are used as reserves, they can be used to stand guard at night.

But the number of these people is limited after all, so they cannot be sent out into the wild for night patrols, and can only stay in the camp and be alert to their surroundings.

With limited vision, it is naturally difficult to discover the crisis you are about to face in advance.

The army under Lance's command, after arriving near the battlefield, did not rush into battle, but instead rested for a whole day and then accelerated its pace at night. Although these soldiers were not at their best, they were at least better than those under Aziz.

In addition, it was Lance who launched the attack first and gained the advantage. The troops under Aziz met their end in chaos.

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The night is as dark as ink, the moon is hidden and the stars are sinking.

The camp was already immersed in deep fatigue and relaxation. There were only a few patrollers, holding torches and pacing like sleepwalking.

As for Aziz, it was naturally impossible for him to go on patrol at night, but instead he lay in his comfortable bed.

Suddenly, some shouting sounds disturbed his sweet dream, making him open his eyes in a daze, followed by a dull thunder.

It's thundering?
Or is it going to rain?
Is this a good thing?
After all, it means that it is more difficult for people in the camel wall to persist...

Wait, what season is it now?
Aziz began to react. Where did the thunder and rain showers come from in the Levant in this hot summer?
When he opened the tent in a panic and stood out, he realized what those dull noises just now meant.

That was the sound of an explosion, heavier than thunder and more ferocious than a war drum.

Aziz could see many objects leaving orange-red traces in the air, and then some of them fell in the center of the camp.

Before he could take a closer look, a ball of fire suddenly exploded, illuminating the surroundings and knocking the people nearby to the ground.

The scorching wind blew towards him, carrying dirt and blood. Stones, wood chips, and human limbs flew into the air and fell with a dull thud, causing Aziz to scream miserably subconsciously.

The tents were overturned, the war horses neighed, broke free from the reins and rushed forward. When the other soldiers woke up, they found that the world was in chaos, and the firelight made the human figures distorted like ghosts.

Someone rushed out of the tent barefoot, and before he could figure out what was happening, his chest was torn apart by flying shrapnel.

Aziz wanted to give orders, but no one listened. Faced with such an unprecedented scene, many people just fled blindly, and many even forgot that they could run faster on horseback.

There were actually not that many explosions, and the actual casualties they caused were even less.

After all, although rockets are lighter than artillery, they are disposable items after all. In addition, saltpeter is expensive, so even Lance cannot carry too many.

But even so, every roar was striking at the hearts of Aziz's men, destroying their confidence, courage and order.

During this process, Antiochus' army under Lance no longer needed to hide itself.

Instead, they took advantage of the firelight and ran at large strides, led by the cavalry, and rushed into Aziz's camp.

As the cavalry moved back and forth, the last bit of organizational strength of Aziz's troops was also destroyed.

In this situation, whether it was Aziz or the other cavalrymen, if they could find horses, they would naturally run in their respective directions, praying to escape safely.

However, since Lance said he wanted to annihilate them, he would not let them get away so easily.

Lance also arranged an ambush in the direction of Aziz and his men's escape.

In addition, many of the men and horses in Aziz's troops had experienced two consecutive days of fighting and were physically exhausted, so it was naturally difficult for them to escape far.

The original rocket of the Indians.

(End of this chapter)