The Sun and the Lion

"Your Majesty, we can no longer fortify the camp." The general reported to Kwakwarehui with a grimace.

"I know." Kwakvare was also very helpless. He knew that Ibrahim was very fast and his orders could not be fully implemented. It was unrealistic to reinforce the camp in one day. However, you can't stop doing it just because it can't be finished. It's better to reinforce it. If there is enough time, Kwakware also wants to set some traps in the camp to kill the enemy when they rush into the camp.

Riding horses to the edge of the camp to inspect, they found more than a dozen corpses strewn about on the ground, and there were more outside the camp. These corpses all belong to the infantry, mostly farmers who were forcibly brought in. Their combat effectiveness is not guaranteed and they can only serve as auxiliaries, transporting baggage, setting up camps and other tasks. These unlucky cannon fodder encountered high-level officials while collecting materials and construction. The vanguard, led by Labérie, and the red heads then slaughtered the cannon fodder.

Gaolaberi even wanted to rush into the camp, but the Georgians who came to support from the camp made him give up the idea. The archers who came out to counterattack caused some casualties to the red heads, and Gaolaberry had to retreat.

The mess that Kwakware saw was just formed. If he had come earlier, he might have been able to observe how the red heads fought.

"Throw these corpses out, don't put them in the camp." Kwakware pointed at the corpses of the farmers and said ruthlessly. To most feudal nobles, the deaths of untouchables were inconsequential and were not recorded when recording army numbers and casualties.

Just when the cannon fodder was about to work, the archers on the watchtower shouted: "They are coming!"

Everyone was shocked and took advantage of the favorable location to observe the red-headed army climbing up the hill. Like a wave, the cannon fodder who had just been attacked were frightened and rushed back one after another, while the soldiers behind wanted to push forward. The scene was chaotic for a while. Some people thought that these untouchables who were fleeing for their lives were in the way, and even directly slashed the cannon fodder blocking the road with their knives.

But Ibrahim did not know the chaos in the Samkhets camp. He only saw the archers standing on the railings and behind the horses. Seeing the red heads coming, they all began to unfurl their bows and prepare arrows for the invading enemy. Have a drink.

Although not all areas are protected by horseback, those passages are obviously for Samhertz cavalry to enter and exit. They are guarded by spearmen and sword and shield soldiers. It is easy to fall in and it is not easy to get entangled. alright.

Without gunpowder, guns are a pain in the ass.

So Ibrahim planned to use kerosene. Although the enemy was well prepared for fire prevention, once the kerosene touched and burned, the defenders had to allocate manpower to put out the fire.

Moreover, this man was standing quite closely. In order to block the cavalry attack, Samhertz did not dare to use a loose formation to reduce the damage caused by arrows.

Ibrahim immediately ordered the use of kerosene to open the way. The small amount of kerosene was used first to destroy the horses, and then the people. Although the Samhertz army had given fireproof treatment to the railings, horses and unfinished wooden walls, the mud applied on them had dried, and the incident occurred so suddenly that Samhertz had no time to replenish the water. This treatment was regarded as failed.

Arrows from both sides were coming back and forth. Although they could not cover the sky, they were as numerous as mosquitoes on the stagnant water. The red heads who were selected as the death squads were facing the rain of arrows, holding a shield in one hand and a carry bag in the other. The fire oil tank was set on fire, and the cat bent his waist to climb up the slope. Even so, many people were shot to the ground, and the fire oil tank also fell to the ground, and the bodies were cremated on the spot.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off, and the horses were still on fire in some sections. Some red-headed hands were stronger, which also affected the archers behind. For a while, Samhertz side flew fewer arrows. Seeing the Juma disappear in the raging fire, the morale of Samhertz's archers dropped a lot. Although the flames could block the charge of the opponent's cavalry, the flames would eventually burn out.

"What are you waiting for? Shoot the arrow!" Mzachabu waved his missing right arm and shouted at the archer. He only has a deep-seated hatred for these Turkmens. Although they are not from the same group, the one who stabbed his mount to death with a lance and slashed himself on the shoulder was undoubtedly wearing a red hat. As for his broken right Although I don’t know which horse stepped on the arm, the red head is undoubtedly the most responsible.

Some archers also recovered from the fire, but they had shot too hard before, and the archers' arms were a little overwhelmed, so the shooting speed was slower.

Seeing the decline in Samhertz's projection firepower, Ibrahim felt that this was a good time to attack, but the flames that had not yet been extinguished dispelled everyone's illusions.

However, I don’t know if Ibrahim is the illegitimate son of the Lord, but at any rate, a turning point has arrived.

"Rain..." A red head touched the water droplets that fell on his face and said with some surprise.

The rain fell harder and harder, and the flames were extinguished much faster.

When the situation developed, the red heads shouted, "This is the Lord's blessing!" "Look, the Lord is watching from heaven!" "This is the Lord's reward for jihad!" "Punish the infidels!" Some red heads were even excited. He knelt down on the spot to thank the Lord for the help he had provided.

Mzachabu was also frightened by the sudden change in the weather, and his infantry were also frightened - why did it suddenly rain on a sunny day?

Seeing the flames blocking him and the enemy getting smaller and smaller, Mzachabu became more and more nervous, his heart beating rapidly, and the morale of the entire army was like falling raindrops.

Ibrahim did not join the carnival team. He just looked at the shrinking flames. It seemed that in just one more minute, the red heads would be able to launch an overwhelming charge against the enemy.

In the distance, Chaihoro and Kwakware, who had led the cavalry around to hide behind the reverse slope, were observing the battlefield situation. They were worried that the unreliable levied infantry would run away in advance, so Kwakware Lei plans to modify the battle plan.

Originally, Kwakvare planned to wait until the infantry and the red heads were entangled before the cavalry would attack to join the battle, but now it seems that this magnet can only be done by the cavalry.

Just when Ibrahim was about to give the order to attack the infantry in front of him, he heard a blast of horns coming from far behind, and then thousands of cavalry crossed the hilltop, left the cover of the reverse slope, and rushed towards this side.

In order to cope with the impact, Ibrahim ordered the enemy's nearest Gulam and Georgian cavalry to immediately turn to meet the enemy, leaving three regiments of red heads behind. Ibrahim planned to annihilate these cavalry first.

Mzachabu, on the other hand, was very confused. If he attacked, he also knew the quality of his men. If he left the fortification cover and went to pursue the enemy in the field, or the cavalry, he would not be able to use any formations in the field. Well, there was a rain of arrows when they gathered together, and when they dispersed there was a cavalry attack. When the time came, these conscripted infantry were defeated, and the cavalry over there was also unable to support them, and the battle was lost.

But if you don't attack on your own, the cavalry will be unable to support itself. They will be defeated first, then they will be taken care of slowly, and in the end they will still lose. Moreover, he would also be given the nickname of "filial son" because of his actions of not saving others.

This wave of replacement operations can be regarded as a major failure of the entire battle. If the cavalry did not attack first, they would not be in a dilemma. Thinking about it, Mzachabu had already placed all the blame on Kwakware and Chaihoro.