The general's elite warriors came to him and tried their best to protect his safety.
However, their numbers are decreasing rapidly. After all, their numbers are less than one-tenth of the enemy's.
The general stood up again and just looked in the direction where the spear was thrown.
There, the sound of horse hooves was heard, and even the earth shook.
A brand new cavalry unit appeared on the horizon.
Leading the group was a masked rider holding a silver spear, wearing a white robe and a golden belt around his waist.
The general had heard of those people a long time ago. They were the elite among the rebels.
Just like Saladin's, the powerful main army of Arabia.
But they shouldn't be here.
The general took a closer look and found that these guys were not the rebel troops fighting against the main Arab army.
They belong to another rebel force.
"Mamluks! It's the Mamluk cavalry!"
The elite warriors around the general exclaimed.
All Arabs understood how formidable the Mamluk cavalry was on the battlefield.
In fact, the outcome of a battle actually only depended on the number of Mamluk cavalry on the enemy side.
The side with more Mamluk cavalry will always win, this is an iron rule.
But now, all the Arab Mamluk cavalry were on another battlefield, not in Damascus.
This cavalry team came with great force and arrived in a flash.
They rushed into the battlefield like a storm of death, their sharp momentum invincible.
Those elite cavalrymen who were still fighting on horseback were immediately smashed to pieces by the rebel Mamluk cavalry.
Even fighting back became difficult for them.
"Protect the leader!"
In the distance, the masked man who ordered the Mamluk soldiers shouted, and then a large number of Mamluk cavalry rushed towards the general.
"Keep the formation and keep moving forward!"
"Leave me alone! Kill the rebel leader!"
The general gave orders and tried to reorganize the forces.
However, the Mamluk cavalry faced them on the ground like rhinos charging into a wheat field.
The general's elite warriors fell down in unison like harvested rice ears, being trampled and stabbed.
There was nothing they could do except wail.
The Mamluk cavalry were like a group of cold-blooded killing machines, who simply carried out their master's killing orders without any emotion.
A young knight rushed over from the side and tried to stop the Mamluk cavalry.
But in just a moment, he was pierced through the chest by a spear and fell off his horse with a scream.
The general watched his comrades fall one after another, but he could do nothing about it.
Only useless anger gathered in my chest.
"I'm here!"
"Come, kill me!"
Several Mamluk cavalrymen turned their guns and charged straight towards the general.
The general brandished his weapon and killed three Mamluk cavalrymen in succession with his superb fighting skills and rich experience.
However, more enemies continued to arrive.
When the rebel leader saw his general was surrounded, he just grinned with satisfaction.
"Cowards of Damascus!"
"Fadhil!"
"Open the gate and surrender, otherwise, all your warriors will die here!"
"Surrender immediately!"
When Fadil on the city wall heard these words, his mind seemed to go blank for a moment.
The situation was dire, as the arrival of the Mamluk cavalry completely changed the situation on the battlefield.
But he also knew that he must not act rashly at this time, let alone open the city gates.
The general's fate has already been determined.
Then, he just swung his arms hard, almost tearing his throat.
"Shoot! Keep shooting!"
"Try to attract the enemy's attention and create an opportunity for the general to escape!"
The archers on the city wall fired again, but this time the rain of arrows was not as effective as before.
The Mamluk cavalry was equipped with sophisticated armor and shields, and ordinary bows and arrows could hardly cause substantial damage.
On the battlefield, the general's situation became increasingly critical.
His mount had been killed and he himself had been wounded in several places, with blood soaking through his armor.
But he still refused to retreat. Holding a dagger and a small shield, he stubbornly resisted the attacks from all sides.
"My lord, retreat!"
"We've got you covered!"
A surviving knight desperately rushed to the general.
"With our current strength, we can still make another breakout!"
"This is our last chance!"
The general just shook his head.
"No!"
"I must complete His Majesty Fadhil's mission!"
"The rebel leader must be killed!"
"We must defend Damascus!"
"Let's keep charging forward!"
The cavalryman nodded with difficulty and called on the few elite warriors.
Then, they rushed forward, aiming directly at the rebel leader not far away.
"Damn it! Kill that buffalo-like beast!"
"Kill him for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cold spear fell heavily this time with great force.
"Swish swish swish!"
"Well......"
The general stumbled and a spear pierced through his body.
He forced himself to move forward and took two more steps.
"Swish swish!"
His upper body was pierced by the spear again. After the general blinked his eyes again, he saw that his body was connected to the ground by the spear.
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