Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 344 - 37: Life in the Face of Death

The battlefield was filled with the chaotic sound of hoofbeats.

Thousands of cavalry kicked up clouds of dust on the ground.

Losa took the lead, already guiding the Imperial Knights through the stage of a slow trot, starting to accelerate, employing a small wedge formation with him as the spearhead, aiming to place him in front of Jin Wushu as much as possible.

Indeed, now was the optimal moment to execute the decapitation tactic.

Jeanne’s Holy Spear, though possessing absolute hit properties, rarely allowed dark creatures to survive under her spear.

But Jin Wushu was not a dark creature.

Moreover, though the Holy Spear had absolute hit properties, it could be blocked by others; it was entirely normal for someone of Jin Wushu’s stature to have loyal Death Warriors block the spear for him.

An arrow struck Losa’s faceplate and ricocheted off.

The incoming Saracen cavalry were already very close to them.

They unleashed a volley of arrows, which rang out but posed no threat to the fully armored Imperial Knights, forcing them to switch to their secondary weapons: Wolf Fang Clubs, Warhammers, and Riding Spears, and charged forward.

Although Saracen cavalry could also perform charge missions, they were not proper charging cavalry.

But in the aspect of cavalry charges, Losa’s Imperial Knights not only had superior equipment but also had a wedge charging tactic with far greater lethality than the Saracens.

There was no dramatized duel as described in fictional novels, neither were there claims of going back and forth for dozens of rounds.

The two sides clashed. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Bloody and brutal.

The pierced bodies fell from horses like ripped burlap sacks, crushed into pulp.

Even old knights like Mueller easily dispatched several opponents; he was an experienced Saracen Warrior, having gained martial arts from the French seasoned Imperial Knights, and among them, he was no mere mediocre hand.

The speed of the warhorse charge increased continuously.

At the start of the battle, these Imperial Knights, including Losa, were prepared for a one-way trip, sparing no effort to unleash their charge.

Not long after.

Over a hundred Imperial Knights pierced through a thousand Saracen team, killing and injuring at least a few hundred, leaving the ground littered with screams from the wounded spared from being trampled to death by the warhorses.

The cost was over a dozen Imperial Knights either knocked off their mounts or struck on the head by heavy weapons, rendered unconscious and falling from their horses.

Jin Wushu’s face changed slightly, but he laughed instead of becoming angry, saying, "Unexpectedly, the Song people possess such valiant armored cavalry; although their numbers are limited, they are certainly not inferior to my Iron Floating Army!"

What surprised him most was not the Song army’s solid armor, but the valiant and fearless aura they displayed on the battlefield, living as if born from death!

"What a pity, that these Song people only number in the hundred but dare to aspire to kill me—it is utterly wishful thinking!"

"Pass my order, let Zamuhu lead his troops to take down the heads of these Song leaders and strip off their solid armor!"

Jin Wushu’s face showed a cold smile.

Zamuhu was one of the noted masters under his command, considered quite strong among the few leaders, and had tattoos drawn by several Shaman Priests collaboratively, allowing him to channel the power of beasts.

Roughly counting those killed by Zamuhu’s hand, there were no less than ten commanders from Liao people and Song people.

As the Central Army Banner waved, the second thousand-strong Saracen team, led by their leader, charged against the incoming Imperial Knights.

Bang—

A hammer struck Losa’s waist, with immense strength, nearly knocking Losa off his horse. The opponent, fully armored, was likely the leader of this thousand-strong team.

His martial arts, probably not much inferior to someone of Hans’s level, and Losa knew that with his skills, even activating Bloodfall, without using Dragon Breath, Holy Spear, or Half-Dragon Transformation, he was no match for him.

If not for Losa sensing danger and immediately utilizing the "Cast Iron Body" obtained from killing an Earth Dragon, he would have suffered internal injuries at this point.

Nonetheless.

The battlefield did not require Losa to be this leader’s opponent,

The two quickly passed each other.

Losa didn’t concern himself with how many Imperial Knights this leader would kill; at the moment, his blood surged like a river breached, rushing madly, black scales quietly covering his body.

He had not yet exhibited Half-Dragon Transformation.

This was merely the Bloodfall magic functioning to its maximum, manifesting the power of his bloodline.

As he once again pierced through this team of Saracen soldiers, Losa could already see the small hill in front of him, where a tall red-black banner bearing the golden sun stood high!

The cost was that behind him, the remaining Imperial Knights were now just over fifty.

This time, their losses were especially heavy, mainly because their lances had all broken, significantly reducing their impact force due to using secondary weapons.

"Already very close!"

The eyes behind Losa’s mask were already a brilliant golden, contracted under the glaring sunlight into a vertical line.

"Sound the horn, Imperial Knights, charge with me!"

Losa shouted loudly.

The knights behind him responded with roaring cries.

Unlike usual, they did not shout "In the name of the Father" but rather, as if they had agreed beforehand, chanted the same sentence: "In the name of our master Losa, in the name of Habsburg!"

The Imperial Knights were Losa’s most loyal army; if Losa acknowledges the Heavenly Father, then Heavenly Father he is; if not, the so-called Heavenly Father is merely an Evil God!