Chapter 90 I am the Great Flood
The chorus of more than a hundred people was not uniform, but rather a form of venting and self-persuasion.
But when those soldiers lowered their heads, they could see Garris standing in the middle of them, holding the spear with them.
The meaning in the lyrics is so true that there is no doubt about it.
Just like what Old John often mentioned: "God is with us."
People like Gareth are with them now.
Directly opposite Galis and the others, the infantry and cavalry under Mach's command had already completed their formation.
Those cavalry were not as eager to charge as the previous light cavalry.
Instead, the heavy infantry were advancing in formation and moving the resisting horses away as they advanced.
Different from the more flexible light cavalry before, this time there are three heavy cavalry equipped with horses and horses, which are about to end, so the infantry need to ensure that there are no obstacles on the way to the charge.
After the infantrymen completed this small task, they could hear the sound of horse hooves ringing again.
This time, the sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground was even more dull, playing a prelude to death in the bleak autumn wind.
Ta-ta, tap-ta...
Every time the horseshoe hits the ground, it shakes people's hearts.
In the Middle Ages, known as the era of knights, these soldiers wearing heavy armor could always move forward and easily tear apart the infantry line.
But was it really a heavy cavalry charge that was unstoppable?
It has never been like that. No matter how thick the armor is, it can't withstand the damage caused by the cavalry accelerating and hitting the spear.
It was not so much the era of knights as it was that the infantry were buried.
Whether it was the Macedonian phalanx in the Alexander era or the infantry regiments in 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, allowing those elite knights to gallop on the battlefield.
When the sound of horse hooves pounded the earth, there was no need for lances to pierce their bodies. The peasants and soldiers pulled out from the fields dispersed on their own...
The combat effectiveness of infantry comes from the good organization of a large number of soldiers, and the combat skills and weapons and equipment of individual soldiers are simple and cheap compared with feudal cavalry.
However, the Middle Ages was an era of fragmentation and chaos. What was most lacking was good organizational skills.
There are many reasons for this, but sometimes, it is actually the subjective and deliberate actions of some people.
For example, the later French King Charles VI said: "If they gather together, they will be more powerful than the monarchs and nobles."
Christine de Pizan advised monarchs not to allow civilians to be armed, saying: “There is no greater folly for a monarch who wishes to maintain his rule freely and peacefully than to allow civilians to arm themselves. .”
The aristocratic monarchs were afraid of floods and waves, and they were worried that the lower classes of society would possess terrible military power.
But does Gareth care? Does he need to consider that water can carry or capsize a boat?
He is not a ship riding the waves, he believes that he is a drop in the ocean, a drop when the rain pours down, a drop when the flood rushes over the dam.
"I am the great flood."
Garris whispered softly.
He gave the soldiers around him the unwavering courage to face death and point their spears at the cavalry.
Indeed, these people have not been trained for long and their equipment is not good.
But when they have the courage to form a formation and point their spears at the enemy without flinching, the outcome of the gamble is actually decided.
The narrow terrain prevented the cavalry from finding gaps for the infantry to form formations, forcing the cavalry to rush straight into them.
Then, for both Mach and Yasir, something incomprehensible happened.
The charge of the 11 cavalrymen shook the valley, but failed to shake the spear-wielding infantrymen.
Facing the charge of the heavily armored cavalry, the infantry beside Garris did not move a step.
The enemy could no longer restrain their horses' hooves, and their armored horses led them straight into the forest of spears.
The armor of horses, the flesh of horses, the armor of men, the flesh of men, were all pierced by the spears.
Garris felt the force coming from the spear. Standing in the middle of everyone, he faced the charge of the heavy cavalry.
But he didn't choose to give in!
Instead, he stood there, letting his spear pierce the opponent's horse, and letting the opponent's unstoppable beast fall towards him.
Time seemed to slow down again, and the killing rhythm on the battlefield turned into a lyrical light rhythm. Garris jumped up, took out the blood-stained sword from his waist, flipped it in the air, and headed towards the fallen heavy cavalry. Stab away.
Taniguchi's gun formation could no longer be maintained due to the desperate charge of the 11 horses, but the battle line was still firmly maintained.
Now Taniguchi is in a melee, and Ma Heru is a red-eyed gambler, trying to regain the situation through a stud.
"Charge the whole army!" The dozens of fully armed infantrymen held up their swords and shields and began to charge on foot, followed by hundreds of light infantrymen.
In Mach's view, if these locust-like soldiers under his command could submerge the enemy's gun array before it could complete its reorganization, they would still have a chance of victory.
Really?
At least those who fought bravely with Garris didn't think so.
They witnessed their prophet's bravery and fearlessness, witnessed the prophet standing in the front row facing the cavalry, witnessed the prophet's ghost-like sword skills, and fought with the enemy at the forefront of the battle line.
Garris no longer releases his potential in an exaggerated way. What he needs now is not a momentary burst, but a long-lasting struggle.
As long as he, Garis, still stood there and could swing his sword at the enemy, the comrades beside him would follow his steps without retreating and fight to the death!
Garris's current sword skills are like the BOSS in some later soul games, constantly chopping with quick and slow knives.
His opponents couldn't tell when the sword in Garris's hand would hit them on the head. After all, these guys couldn't be resurrected and couldn't accumulate experience at all...
The bloody mincing of meat continued, and Garris, who was covered in blood, was like a madman. Beside him, whether it was the warriors of the religious order or the newly reorganized company of the Kingdom's army, they were all protecting each other with their lives.
Listening to the furious roar, Mach realized that the battle line was being pushed back, and felt that he might not lose everything this time...
But what was even more surprising was that he heard the crisp sound of horse hooves hitting the ground again.
Ta da da, da da, it is much duller than the light cavalry under his command, and the density of the horseshoes is not high, and such horseshoes mean...
When Majid looked back, he heard such and such ominous words.
"Deusvult!"
Such is destiny...
That's Latin, the death pronouncement of a true Crusader knight!
When Mach looked back, he saw seven knights wearing Crusader robes and iron helmets. At this time, they had leveled their lances, accelerated their horses to the extreme, and charged on the road in front of the valley!
Unlike the poor imitations of the Turks, these Crusader knights charge forward with their spears!
"Deusvult!"
Amidst 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, using their lances to penetrate the battle lines wantonly.
As long as there are less than a hundred knights, they can easily shake the Saracens' battle line composed of thousands of infantry.
In Mach's impression, there had never been any infantry who could stand firm when facing the charge of knights.
When the dull horse hooves, which were different from the light cavalry, sounded, the colors of the world seemed to be dimmed. In the soldiers' godless eyes, all they could see was the charging behemoth.
Those guys who showed off their power before the war will run faster than the other when facing the knight's charge.
If the Saracens wanted to counter the Crusader Knights, they could only rely on the more mobile light cavalry to continuously consume the opponent's horse power.
But today, Mach really saw a ghost. Not only did he see the infantry who could face the cavalry charge without fear, but he was about to be attacked by the Crusader knights behind him!
Mach felt phantom pain. He seemed to have returned to the fiasco he had experienced. He was still so helpless and confused. Many knights whizzed past him. Not only could he do nothing, but he also had to witness it with his own eyes. The fall of that flag...
The sword of Islam was broken, and the glory of the star and crescent flag was no longer there.
The scene in front of me overlapped with the memory from 9 years ago.
Accompanied by the crackling sound of the lance breaking, the lance penetrated the flesh, and the horses rushed into the crowd. The bandits under Maher were so panicked that they ran around in panic, and all those who stood in the way were killed!
With just seven knights, it was so easy that Mach lost all hope of winning.
Disastrous defeats for the Saracens followed again and again.
……
Everything was over. Garris put the sword in his hand on the ground like a cane. He looked around and felt that it was unreal.
How many people did he kill? Garris didn't count. He only knew that the sword in his hand had too many gaps to be used.
And the attendants and infantrymen beside him were all injured, and some of them were already dying...
But Garris himself was unable to treat him, because he was now just a hair away from losing his strength.
Old John and some experienced knights or attendants were bandaging the soldiers urgently.
Simon also sent people on horseback to look for Abdullah in Alhadi Town, hoping to invite him as soon as possible.
As for Insect Joes, although the guy was slightly injured, it was not serious. He was currently cleaning the battlefield with his soldiers.
For a moment, Garris felt that he had nothing to do, and that maybe there was no need to stand here blankly. Just when he thought that he might be able to find a place to lie down and rest.
The Crusader knights who came to help came to him with their horses.
The leading knight took off his blood-stained helmet and paid a courtesy to Garris: "My name is Kaler, from Ibelin."
The second update of 3,000 words has been completed today.
(End of chapter)