Chapter 185: New Task

"I admit that I have a Hungarian temper, why not? I am from Hungary; we are descendants of Genghis Khan and Attila the Hun."

- Zsa Zsa Gabor.

The imperial baron parades through his Magyar cavalries before they rides off to face the Ottomans.

Many of them have already turned ashen hair in around fifty plus years old of age, a pretty remarkable achievement considering the medical conditions at this era. They voluntarily signed up for this joining this career once more in their zealous passion fighting for God, and it can be said that these respectable old men form the back bone of John Hunyadi's cavalries with their years of experience on horse back even surpassing the age of those teenage soldiers shivering beside them.

The imperial baron finishes parading and went back to the front of the cavalries.

"Recite after me!" He cried out taking up a flask of wine holding it parallel to his chest. "I, am the proud son of Hungary carrying the blood of legendary Magyar ancestors!"

His soldiers followed reciting the oath holding their flasks of dull wine by their heart.

"If I die in this place today, please do not be saddened, for God shall embrace my souls; If I survive from this place today, please give me a chance to spread the heroic tales of my country men back to the lands."

"And We shall not stop fighting as the sword of Christianity, until we succumb to our final destiny of death!"

The imperial baron gulped down the sour wine in his flask at one go, then smashed the flask down to his boots and squashing it by stepping on it, his warriors behind followed and in a moment, the sound of wine flasks being smacked on the soft ground can be heard anymore. They know very clearly that they might not have a chance of drinking from this flask again.

"Now let's move out!"

The imperial baron flipped jumping onto his ashen haired mount feeling its mane with a soothing touch and gentle eye, then, he moved his forward staring at the dusts spreading on the horizon, wore his basinet and kissing the grip of his blade, then suddenly accelerated charging down the slop heads on.

The thousand plus cavalries stormed down the slope on the left furthest wing of the Crusaders right towards the charging Ottoman horse men right heads on wielding the blade in their hands in beautiful circles as wind gushes through their eyes and face blowing the hairs of the Crusaders, be it ashen or black, flying in the air. Many had their eyes and mouth gapping wide open like a bull howling quotes and phrases of war in Hungarian, or reciting prayers in the bile. While for some others, it just seems like the ancient Magyar nomadic blood within them have been triggered as their adrenaline level gets higher and higher feeling the scent of ashes and steel.

The two calvaries collided with each other.

It is not like the Ottoman calvaries did not detect the incoming enemies, but their momentum charging forward together alone with the sabotages from the nasty caltrops and irritating arrows simply means there are no possibilities that they can divert their direction of the horse and charge towards the crusaders.

The crusaders, with one single charge, torn through the Ottomans creating a gap cutting the entire Ottoman calvary into two segments completely halting their attack, with the imperial baron right in the front hacking and slashing precisely finding his blade onto the necks of his enemies causing one after another Ottoman rider to fall off his horse where ever he goes.

Seeing this, thrill filled the mind of Lord Gerald as he quickly maneuvered the right wing he is commanding to march forward with shields and spears supporting each other to the decelerated Ottoman calvaries that are separated losing their momentum pulling them down from their horses and choking their throats with their one pound spear head.

By the end of the hour, the Crusaders successfully eliminated around one third of the Ottoman horse men in the fourth wave deterring them from any further attempts in force breaking through the Hungarian defences causing more pathetic tragedies on the infantries. The Crusaders cheered and hugged waving their hands high up in the air singing praises for their Magyar calvarias battle skills and Jesus Christ, for they believe solemnly in their heart that this shall be the two vital things of the day that can protect them apart from the weapons hold in their hands.

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A few Roman miles away.

Zaganos Pasha and Selim Pasha stands on a tower behind infantry lines looking peacefully at their returning cavalries. Different from the first three waves sent out before them returning with cheers, loots, heads of Crusaders and captured flags or banners, this bunch of calvaries returned in a depressed state filled by sadness, with wounds and cuts inflicted all around their body some even on their backs, which is a spot that is disgraceful to get a wound on. Instead of returning like a triumphant, they returned like a loser.

However, Zaganos Pasha cannot blame them, as it is his fault intentionally sending out the fourth wave for his strategic intention of luring the Hungarian calvaries out of their hives. It can be said that their commander deliberately sent them out to sacrifice for a larger goal, though judging from what he see and what he hears, his plans are going in a perfect way.

There are no time to go down and act caring and compassionate for the low morale riders. He shouted out to the officers surrounding the tower while climbing down the ladders. "Summon me Radu!"

A minute later Radu Drăculești of Sighișoara is brought upon Zaganos Pasha, and just as he is about to kneel down on one knee greeting the general, Zaganos Pasha stepped forward and pulled him up with bare strength staring as his handsome young face while speaking. "Radu, there is no time for all of these courteous greeting things now, I got a task for you."