Chapter 454 - Broad Open

Under the alarmed sights of his men, Semseddin pulled out his Kilij blade, climbed back on to his mount and gazed at the Rumelian site of trebuchets and catapults. With a wicked grin he spoke to his men. "Oi! Ready up! I've got a good news for you boys, since the Rumelians decided to use a bunch of old rusty wooden junks instead of their bronze canons, it give us the first chance to set it alite, create a mega big bang and then get the hell out of here! You have any words?"

These guards, mainly composited of second or third generation nobles who are born on golden chairs, looked at one another with their eyes full of dread and dismay, none of them responded to Semseddin. But that did not seem to be a problem at all to the later, as he squeezed a few more words out of his teeth. "Either you come with me or not, there are already no way back for you. It is either you come with me, charge towards the enemies and fight a bloody way out accompanied with fire and fury, or go back on your own and get caught by the Rumelian patrols who will increase their alertness after I charge in to there. You are free to pick your own ending, and your position on the future history transcripts, which shall write you as a hero, or a coward based on your performance."

"I am coming with you!" Finally, a guard stood up and listened to Semseddin, breathing in heavily as if he has laid down some burden within himself. With one man leading the way, the rest responded too and in no time Semseddin got a squad of knights ready for combat.

With his team buffed up, Semseddin fills that there is no need to further hide his intentions to the opponents as he grabbed the kneel of his horse and came out from the hiding among the woods into the open plain created by the Rumelians, with fire starting materials already ready on his one hand and his blade on his other hand. It took no time for the Rumelian patrols to spot these Ottoman invaders who came out of no where. Actually, Semseddin got to thank the Rumelians for his success though, they have already became complacent and start have not surpassed the first line of guards for months, and the fact that they look down and neglect the Ottomans, feeling that they are far too weak for this kind of miraculous bold military infiltration.

But, despite of all the shock and realisation, the Ottomans are already here. The Rumelian patrols and guards quickly blew their whistles and sounded their bells getting in to formations to counter the horses. Semseddin squeezed the abdomen of his horse with his legs, with one hand holding a lit torch, and the other hand waving his blade. His mount started accelerating naturedly under the fluent riding skills of her master, years of lavish lives have not made Semseddin forget the capabilities on horse back in his genes passed down by his ancestors at all. While for the rest of the guards, they still managed to keep on and started roaring their unique Ottoman Turkish war cries that is grinded into their souls as well.

It is only now did the Rumelian guards and patrols realise the reasons why their ancestors and seniors are so damn frightened by the thumping of horse shoes on the ground, weird war cries of the Ottomans and the direct sight of the horses galloping at them.

For Semseddin he just feels like all the old feelings has came back in to his inner souls, with his blood boiling as the wind gushes pass his ears and looking at the terror in his opponent's eyes when the distance between them between shorter and shorter. Although he had a mere ten men but to the Rumelians it almost seemed like they got more than a hundred, charging right at them. The thumping sound is the drum beat of Semseddin heart, he picked a target, aimed precisely at the neck of a man who dared to stand before him and when the distance is appropriate, he let his blade wild down.

"Whooshhh"

Semseddin could almost hear the wonderful sound of his blade cutting through that poor soul's neck breaking his spine apart. His faithful war companion followed his orders perfectly, charging right in to the hastily formed Rumelian infantry formation not caring about the blades and swords in their hands at all. Bones and skulls screeched and crashed under the mighty horse' broad chest and metal hooves, these blades did not seem to be an efficient weapon against the horses at all when being held by a bunch of people whose mind are already grappled.

"Come with me my boys! We shall prove to the world that these Rumelians shall never win a hard on combat with us when they lose their ability to use those wicked trickeries!" Semseddin even had the mood to cry out in excitement to his men in the middle of the Rumelian formation. The small formation soon gets penetrated through and divided in to half, and knowing that they stand no chance to fulfil their duty, these surviving hundred guards soon lost their morales to continue fighting and fled for reinforcements, leaving the space for the Ottomans.

This is the war fighting capabilities of a properly trained heavy cavalry in these ages. No one standing on his two feet can stand a chance against riders galloping on four hooves, even for the men holding spears who are rumoured to be efficient against horse riders able to counter them. The only tactic the infantries can possibly have against horses are high discipline, sustainable morale, a formidable formation and logically arranged roles and positions for different soldiers, in which none of them are present within the hundred plus Rumelian infantries present here, and so they failed.

Now the site is broad open to the ten men squad of Semseddin.