"How is that possible?" Saladin roared. "We left 200,000 men to keep an eye on the Xia army in Xichuan City. How could they have cut off our supply lines?"
“Your Majesty the Sultan, I am not entirely sure!” the scout replied. “It is said that they, after we left Xichuan City, poured out of Xichuan City in their entirety.”
The troops under General Bai Qi of the Great Xia were incredibly fast. Their mounted archers, in particular, moved like the wind, their archery skills extremely precise.
We have 200,000 men, which is more than the number of the Great Xia army.
General Abdul was able to hold them off, but for some reason, he died inexplicably.
He died in the night, in his own tent!
Saladin nearly fainted as well. "Died for no reason? A Great Xia assassin?"
The scout shook his head repeatedly. "Not only General Abdul, but also over thirty other high-ranking officers, all died tragically overnight!" He replied, "With all the generals dead, our army is leaderless, so..."
If it's an assassination, what kind of assassins would they be? Saladin thought to himself.
A large number of high-ranking generals died overnight? Emperor Amon of Qiuz was completely stunned.
"Xuanhua Palace?" he realized.
"What Xuanhua Palace?" Saladin asked, puzzled.
“A very ancient and mysterious assassin organization!” Amon replied. “If they make a move, even I will not escape death! But the commission for hiring them to kill is extremely high!”
The gold coins required to train just one general are enough to train an army of several thousand men.
Even if you assassinated more than thirty high-ranking generals overnight and emptied the Great Xia treasury, it still wouldn't be enough!
Where did Lin Mo get so many gold coins?
Amon simply couldn't understand where Lin Mo got the "money power" to hire so many assassins from Xuanhua Palace to carry out assassinations.
But if it weren't for Xuanhua Palace, what other organization in the world would have such capabilities?
Saladin had camel riders, and camels could store water for drinking in the desert.
However, their army was too large, and even with camels, their water reserves were limited and could not be supplied for a long time.
At this moment, Bai Qi cut off the supply line behind them.
Lin Mo's army at the front looked as spirited as ever, showing no signs of fatigue whatsoever.
Even Muslim warriors who live in the desert year-round cannot survive for more than four days in the absence of water.
The advantage in numbers has vanished at this moment!
Given this situation, should we continue with a direct all-out offensive, or retreat?
Saladin and his men don't have much time left to think!
While Saladin and his men were still in shock...
In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves rose leisurely, growing louder as it approached.
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
The drumbeats then rose heavily, like a heartbeat, rhythmically pounding, carrying a strong sense of killing intent.
"enemy..."
"They're charging at us!" Saladin was the first to react!
"Form ranks! Prepare to meet the enemy!" he shouted. "Amon, what are you standing there for? Get your men moving and prepare to meet the enemy!"
Amon instinctively responded, then shouted, "Prepare for battle! Form ranks!"
The various forces immediately formed ranks to meet the attack.
When Saladin and his troops had finished assembling, their formation was not yet fully deployed.
The Xia cavalry were already upon them.
"Stay calm, stay calm!" Saladin shouted.
Soon, the distance gradually closed, from one kilometer to eight hundred meters.
700 meters.
600 meters.
The shouts of battle were deafening, echoing across the desert.
At this moment, Saladin, Ammon, and Bob Wyn, who had just regained consciousness, were all extremely anxious.
They had heard that Lin Mo's Hu archer cavalry were extraordinary, possessing immense strength and capable of shooting arrows from a great distance.
Muslim archers are not weak, but judging from the information, they are far inferior to Lin Mo's Hu-style archer cavalry.
Saladin frowned, his heart pounding at the sight before him.
The troops ahead surged forward like a tidal wave, their momentum overwhelming.
However, to everyone's surprise, the other side launched a fierce attack at this moment.
In an instant, arrows covered the sky like dark clouds, raining down on them in a dense and rapid barrage.
Saladin's pupils contracted sharply, and an indescribable sense of astonishment welled up inside him.
"This...this is impossible!" he blurted out, his voice filled with disbelief.
The opponent's speed was beyond his imagination. He instinctively wanted to dodge, but the density of the arrows left him nowhere to escape.
Bob Win's eyes were also filled with shock. He hurriedly said, "Your Majesty the Sultan, I once said that Lin Mo's troops and archers were powerful, but seeing them today, their strength has exceeded my expectations!"
"Then please quickly send out Crusader shield-bearers to intercept them!"
In fact, without Saladin needing to say anything, Bob Wynne had already begun to deploy his troops.
A chilling atmosphere permeated the battlefield.
In the heart of the battlefield, Xiang Yu led a group of archers, their arrows raining down on the enemy ranks in waves, a fierce and terrifying offensive.
As in their earlier encounters with the Templars, Saladin's Muslim horse archers suffered heavy losses against the enemy's long-range arrows.
These Muslim horse archers didn't even have time to nock their arrows before they were pierced through the heart by sharp arrows.
Cries of agony rose and fell, but Xiang Yu's eyes remained cold. His mission was to lead these archers and deliver the fatal first blow to the enemy. The bowstrings trembled, and arrows streaked across the sky like meteors, reaping the fallen foes one by one.
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