Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 90 I am the Great Flood

The singing of more than a hundred people was not in unison, but rather a form of venting and self-persuasion.

But when the soldiers lowered their heads, they could see Garys standing among them, holding their spears tightly with them.

The meaning of the lyrics is so true that it cannot be doubted.

Just like what old John often said: "God is with us."

People like Garys are with them now.

Directly opposite Gellis and his men, the infantry and cavalry under Mach had already formed their battle formation.

Those cavalrymen were not as eager to charge as the previous light cavalry.

Instead, the heavy infantry formed a formation and advanced, moving the barricades aside as they advanced.

Unlike the more flexible light cavalry before, this time there are three heavy cavalry with complete armor and horses about to go into battle, so the infantry need to ensure that there will be no obstacles during the charge.

After the infantrymen completed this small task, they could hear the sound of horse hooves again.

This time, the sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground was even more dull, playing the prelude to death in the bleak autumn wind.

Ta-ta, ta-ta…

Every time the horseshoe hits the ground, it shakes people's hearts.

In the Middle Ages, an era known as knights, these heavily armored soldiers were always able to charge forward and easily tear through the infantry lines.

But, was that really a heavy cavalry charge that was unstoppable?

That was never the case. No matter how thick the armor was, it could not withstand the damage caused by the cavalry's accelerated collision with the spear.

Rather than saying that it was the age of knights, it would be more accurate to say that the infantry were buried.

Whether it was the Macedonian phalanx of Alexander's era or the infantry corps of the ancient Roman Empire... they disappeared in the long river of time.

In the vast Europe of the 12th century, it was difficult to find a few professional infantry regiments, leaving those elite knights to gallop on the battlefield.

When the sound of horse hooves struck the ground, the peasant soldiers drawn from the fields dispersed on their own without the need for lances to pierce their bodies...

The combat effectiveness of the infantry comes from the good organization of a large number of soldiers, and the combat skills and weapons and equipment of individual soldiers are simpler and cheaper than those of feudal cavalry.

But the Middle Ages was an era of fragmentation and disorder, and what was most lacking was good organizational skills.

There are many reasons for this, but sometimes it is just the subjective and deliberate actions of some people.

For example, King Charles VI of France once said: "If they gather together, they will be more powerful than the monarchs and nobles."

Christine de Pizan advised monarchs not to allow the common people to be armed, saying: "Nothing could be more foolish for a monarch who wishes to maintain his rule freely and peacefully than to allow the common people to arm themselves."

Aristocratic monarchs feared floods and waves, and they were worried that the lower classes of society would possess terrible military power.

But does Gillis care? Does he need to consider that water can lift a boat or sink it?

He is not a ship riding on the waves, he believes that he is a drop in the vast ocean, a drop when the rainstorm pours down, a drop when the flood breaks through the dam.

"I am the Great Flood."

Gellis whispered softly.

He gave those around him an unwavering courage, enabling them to look death in the face and point their lances at the cavalry.

Indeed, these people have not received long-term training and are not well-equipped.

But when they have the courage to form a formation, point their spears at the enemy, and refuse to retreat, the outcome of the gamble is actually decided.

The narrow terrain prevented the cavalry from finding gaps in the infantry formation, forcing them to charge head-on.

Then, something happened that was difficult for both Mach and Yasser to understand.

The momentum of the charge of the 11 cavalrymen shook the valley, but failed to shake the spear-wielding infantry.

Facing the charge of the heavily armored cavalry, the infantrymen beside Gairis did not move an inch.

The enemy could no longer stop their horses, and their armored warhorses carried them straight into the forest of spears.

The horse's armor and flesh, the horse's armor and flesh, were all pierced by the spear.

Garys felt the force coming from the spear. Standing in the middle of everyone, he faced the charge of the heavy cavalry.

But he did not choose to give in!
Instead, he stood where he was, allowing the spear to pierce the opponent's horse and the unstoppable beast to fall towards him.

Time seemed to slow down again, and the rhythm of killing on the battlefield turned into a lyrical light rhythm. Garys turned over and jumped up, pulling out the bloody sword from his waist, flipping it in the air and stabbing at the fallen heavy cavalryman.

The gun formation at the valley entrance could no longer be maintained due to the desperate charge of the 11 war horses, but the battle line was still held tightly.

Now Taniguchi is caught in a melee, and Mach, like a gambler who is desperate, is trying to turn the situation around by going all-in.

"Charge all troops!" Dozens of fully armed armored infantrymen, holding swords and shields, began to charge on foot, and following them were hundreds of lightly armed infantrymen.

In Mach's opinion, if these soldiers under his command, like locusts, could overwhelm the enemy's gun formation before it could reorganize, there would still be a chance of winning.

really?
At least those who fought bravely with Garys didn't think so.

They witnessed with their own eyes the bravery and fearlessness of their own prophet, witnessed with their own eyes the prophet standing in the first row facing the cavalry, witnessed with their own eyes the prophet's ghostly sword skills, and witnessed with their own eyes the prophet's ghostly sword skills as he stood at the forefront of the battle line and fought with the enemy.

Garys no longer released his potential in an exaggerated manner. What he needed now was not a momentary burst of energy, but a long-term fight.

As long as Garys is still standing and can swing his sword at the enemy, his comrades beside him will follow his steps and fight to the death!
Garris's current sword skills are like the bosses in some soul-like games of later generations, constantly slashing with fast and slow swords.

His opponents had no idea when the sword in Garys's hand would strike them. After all, these guys couldn't be resurrected, so they couldn't accumulate any experience...

The bloody mincing continued, and Garys, covered in blood, was like a madman. Beside him, both the warriors of the cult and the newly reorganized companies of the Kingdom Army were protecting him with their lives.

Listening to the furious roar, Mach realized that the battle line was being pushed back and felt that he might lose everything this time...

However, what was even more surprising was that he heard the crisp sound of horse hooves hitting the ground again.

Dada, dada, the horseshoes were much duller than those of his light cavalry, and the density of their hooves was not high, but this meant...

When Majid looked back, he heard an ominous voice.

"Deus vult!"

Fate is such...

That is Latin, the death declaration of a true Crusader!
When Mach looked back, he saw seven knights wearing crusader robes and iron helmets. They had put down their lances, pushed their horses to the maximum speed, and charged on the road in front of the valley!

Unlike the Turks' clumsy imitations, these Crusader knights charged forward with lances!

"Deus vult!"

Amid this roar, the blood of the Saracens was once again spilled on the land!

It has been 87 years since the Crusaders set foot on the land of Palestine.

These knights from Western Europe galloped across this land, wielding their lances and piercing through the battle lines at will.

Just less than a hundred knights could easily shake the Saracen battle line of thousands of infantry.

In Mach's impression, no infantry would be able to stand firm when facing the charge of knights.

When the dull sound of horse hooves, which was different from that of light cavalry, rang out, the colors of the world seemed to dim. In the lifeless eyes of the soldiers, there was only the charging behemoth.

Those guys who showed off their might before the battle will run faster than each other when facing the knights' charge.

If the Saracens wanted to counter the Crusader Knights, they could only rely on their more mobile light cavalry to continuously consume the opponent's horsepower.

But today, Mach was really shocked. Not only did he see infantrymen who were not afraid of cavalry charges, but he was also about to be ambushed by the Crusader Knights behind him!

Mach felt a phantom pain. He seemed to be back in the disastrous defeat he had experienced before. He was still so helpless and confused. Many knights whizzed past him. Not only could he not do anything, but he also had to witness the fall of the flag with his own eyes...

The sword of Islam has been broken and the glory of the crescent and star flag is no longer there.

The scene before my eyes overlapped with the memory from nine years ago.

With the sound of lances breaking and piercing flesh, the horses rushed into the crowd. The bandits under Mach's command panicked and ran around, killing anyone who blocked their way!
With just seven knights, it was easy for Mach to lose all hope of winning.

Time and again the Saracens suffered disastrous defeats.

……

Everything was over. Garys used the sword in his hand to stick on the ground like a crutch. He looked around and felt that everything was unreal.

How many people had he killed? Garys didn't count them. He only knew that the sword in his hand had so many nicks on it that it could no longer be used.

The attendants and infantrymen beside him were all injured, and some were almost dying...

But Gillis himself cannot be treated because he is now only a step away from collapse.

Old John, along with some experienced knights or attendants, were urgently bandaging the soldiers.

Simon also sent people on horseback to Alhadi Town to find Abdullah, hoping to invite him as soon as possible.

As for the Insect Joes, although that guy was slightly injured, it was not serious. He was currently cleaning up the battlefield with his soldiers.

For a moment, Garys felt that he had nothing to do, and perhaps there was no need to stand here. Just when he thought he could find a place to lie down and rest.

The Crusaders who came to his aid came to his side, leading their horses.

The leading knight took off his bloodstained helmet and saluted to Gailis: "My name is Kaler, from Ibelin."

　The second update is 3,000 words and is completed today.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)