Chapter 67 Is it within human power?
It was difficult to clearly delineate national borders in the Middle Ages, and they were often blurred in uninhabited areas.
Even the Kingdom of Jerusalem claimed to have conquered the territory of Transjordan 71 years ago.
But for the Bedouins who have a tradition of nomadic life, it is quite difficult for them to understand that they have a bunch of princes and nobles ruling over them.
After all, they, the Bedouins, never pay taxes. At most, they just send some tribute to the nearby lords.
For them, it seemed that all they needed to do was avoid the towering castles of the Crusaders and bypass those patrols. The land of Transjordan is still their paradise just like it was a hundred years ago.
Controlling trade routes, plundering passing caravans, extorting weak farming settlers... They have done this in the past, and they should do this in the future.
But now, there was a man standing in the rain, threatening them and killing their people on the grounds that this place was the boundary of Jerusalem and plundering was prohibited.
Isn't this quite ridiculous?
If there are thousands of troops behind him, then the words he speaks will be regarded as golden words, and no one can defy them face to face.
But this cricket alone dares to bark?
"You, go get rid of that person."
The Bedouin leader turned around and gave instructions to a close rider beside him.
Nowadays, he is not in a hurry to besiege the caravan. It would be nice to have some fun. After all, life in a desert is long and boring. Only the occasional death of some people can break the peaceful boredom.
After receiving the instructions, the rider arranged his weapons with a ferocious smile. There is a secondary bow hanging on his horse, a sword on his waist, and a light spear in his right hand.
Although he was only wearing a pair of leather armor, it was enough to deal with this guy who spoke nonsense.
As the scriptures say: Do not walk with your head held high, nor walk proudly on the earth.
The rider felt that he should teach the man some lessons, so that when he lay in his grave, he would know how to be humble before them.
The horse broke through the rain curtain and rushed westward with its rider. The man did not take out his bow because he felt that it would not be useful in rainy days. He just held the light spear and stabbed it lightly at the man who was standing there, as if he was stunned.
Although the movement of the rider was very small, the speed brought by the horse beneath him gave the thrust unparalleled power.
Then an incomprehensible scene occurred.
The moment the spear was about to hit the man, the other man's reaction speed was unmatched by ordinary people and he deflected his body on the spot.
The blow that was supposed to be a sure hit missed him and failed to cause any damage.
Immediately afterwards, the man who avoided the thrust thrust out a sword with extremely twisted movements and terrifying speed.
It was as if he had taken the initiative to hit the tip of the sword. He on the horse had no time to react and was unable to avoid it.
The cold sword blade penetrated the leather armor, pierced his internal organs, and then cut open his entire waist.
The sudden pain and impact made the rider unable to hold the reins and fell off the horse.
Then he saw the Frank approaching him, and before he could resist, he pierced his heart with his sword and ended his life.
The dark clouds in the sky were still drizzling like silk threads. The exchange between Garris and the Bedouin riders made all onlookers feel confused.
They failed to understand how Garris, a Frank, escaped the spear thrust, nor how Garris fought back at that moment.
They could clearly see all of Garris's movements, but... could ordinary people react like that? !
At an almost flickering speed, the sword appeared where it should be, and then waited for the enemy to hit it!
This is no longer what sword skills can do, it is more similar to ghosts and gods...
Of course, because Garris' ability has not exceeded the limit of human thinking, the Bedouins are still thinking about how to deal with him.
It's in a state that I think I can still beat. "I say it again, this is the boundary of the Kingdom of Jerusalem and plundering is prohibited!"
Following Garris's words, there was a sound of iron rings colliding behind him, and six infantrymen wearing heavy armor rushed through the rain curtain, holding spears and rushing here.
They were well-equipped, well-paced, and clearly well-trained.
It is quite possible that they can represent the Kingdom of Jerusalem.
Thinking that the nearby Crusader Lord Leonard was quite a troublesome man, the Bedouin leader made a gesture.
He ordered the riders around him to assemble, and he ordered the riders to attack.
In his opinion, since Leonard is a troublesome person.
Then as long as Leonard doesn't know that he has been here and kills everyone who knows about it, this matter will not become troublesome.
The horse's hooves trampled through the small puddles, splashing a little bit of water.
A dozen riders rushed towards Garris and the others with their unique war cries.
It's just that those Bedouin riders were not as reckless as the previous one. After all, the spears in the hands of the heavy infantry were emitting a cold light, and ordinary light cavalry needed to be treated with caution.
These riders adopted tactics more in line with the nomadic light cavalry.
Just like the war between the Parthians and the Romans a thousand years ago, these Bedouin light cavalry did not charge directly into the army formation. Instead, they took out the bows hanging on their saddles and threw them towards the Franks.
Of course, due to various reasons, those bows and arrows were weak, and most of them were unable to hurt the heavily armored infantry.
Their purpose in doing this is to harass and use massive amounts of arrows to wear down the patience of the heavy infantry and make them anxious...
Of course, if some arrows really hurt the heavy infantry, or if the group of spears showed flaws, then the high-speed maneuvering riders would take advantage of them.
However, these Bedouins don't know one thing.
What Garris was least worried about was this tactic of wearing down his patience.
The feeling of the slowing down of time seemed to emerge again. Those noisy cavalry seemed as slow as a snail in Garris's eyes.
He bent down, picked up the spear from the ground, and then with a slight explosion of his body, he threw it with great force.
Then, accompanied by the scream of the spear cutting through the air, the rider at the front was pierced straight through.
What's even more terrifying is that after the spear pierced the person in front, its momentum continued unabated and it shot out!
Then, after hitting a war horse again, the momentum was stopped.
Accompanied by the neigh of the horse falling to the ground.
The man on the horse fell to the ground, his face full of shock and confusion.
Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but be stunned.
ah?
Is this within human power? !
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(End of chapter)