"When we have a rare advantage in our military strength, why should we give up our strengths?

"I just talk about it casually. By the way, how did you fight in the past?"

Lawrence held his head up and said with his chest: "The heavy cavalry attacked head-on, and the light cavalry covered side and rear. We have never lost this way when we attacked the Egyptians."

Roger reminded: "The enemy's spearmen are the ones who defeat the cavalry."

Lawrence said indifferently: "God will bless us."

Roger curled his lips and asked again: "Did you all attack Egyptian spearmen head-on before? What are the casualties?"

Lawrence thought for a while and said, "Sometimes there are more casualties and sometimes fewer, it depends on luck.

"When luck is good, those spearmen will be frightened by our momentum and turn around and run away.

"We just need to rush over and knock them down and kill them. There will be no casualties at this time.

"But there are also times when there are bad luck. I don't know why those lowly spearmen will hold on to maintain their formation.

"Then we will lose some manpower, especially the first row of knights hitting the opponent's spear tip.

"But we will still defeat them, and the first row of knights' horses will break up their formation even if they die.

"And once their formation disperses, there is no chance of getting together again.

"Often they rush to escape, so we can kill them smoothly again."

Roger said strangely: "Isn't there a time when the formation cannot be dispersed?"

Lawrence said confidently: "No, never."

Roger thought it seemed that the Egyptians generally lacked courage and discipline.

If it were Sicilian spearmen who had been trained for a long time, they would not believe that the cavalry could easily disperse them.

Roger had never fought with the Egyptians. Although it seemed simple to hear what Lawrence said, he decided to be more cautious.

After all, the Egyptians came this time, they came in response to the call of jihad.

Roger remembers that when he was defending the city in Toledo on the Iberian Peninsula, he also commanded a group of Mutadavian stick soldiers who responded to the call of jihad. Their brave bravery of fearlessness left a deep impression on Roger.

At this time, the soldiers on the minaret shouted: "The enemy has stopped, they have sent a cavalry here!"

Roger raised his head and shouted, "What formation does the Egyptians form?"

The soldiers above shouted back: "The march formation just stopped."

Roger thought that the other party should not know that Arish fell into the hands of Christians, but perhaps out of caution or habit, soldiers were sent to investigate.

But the other party only sent one soldier, which was a bit careless.

Roger realized it was an opportunity.

He immediately ordered, “Hurry, everyone will hide;

"Get me a set of Arabic robes and bring a team of camels to fill them with dates.

"Give me another bag of gold coins and ask for Egyptian gold coins, the kind I seized last time."

Roger hurriedly put on a robe and wrapped it in a headscarf.

Lawrence looked at Roger in confusion and asked, "Your Excellency, what are you planning to do?"

Roger smiled and said, "I'm ready to take advantage of the enemy."

Lawrence opened his mouth and fell silent.

Roger pushed him into the mosque and instructed: "Hide it, don't ruin my business."

As Roger asked, the servants brought in a camel caravan full of the supplies they requested.

Then Roger drove them all into the mosque.

Most of the soldiers were staying in their houses to hide from the scorching sun. After receiving the order, there was soon no one on the street.

Roger, holding his head, walked leisurely towards the intersection west of the town.

Before he could leave the town, he met the galloping enemy scout.

Roger quietly cut a bag of gold coins with a dagger on his hunchback, and the gold coins fell down.

The enemy scout had noticed the merchant played by Roger, and then ran towards Roger directly.

Roger turned around and ran away, shouting in Arabic: "Super Jun, please spare me!"

He kept running away from his feet and fled to the back of nearby houses in a panic.

But Roger didn't escape, and he stuck his head out to look.

The scout's eyes were circling back and forth on the gold coins, the camel caravan and Roger.

Then he looked into the town again, but he was on the edge of the town and naturally couldn't see anything.

The scout suddenly pulled out his knife and rushed into Roger's direction for a few steps. Roger was so scared that he retracted his head.

But when the scout wanted to enter the town, Roger poked his head out from the other end of the house and made an action that he wanted to pull his camel caravan back.

The scout stopped, and Roger stopped too.

The scout was driving his horse around in circles, seemingly hesitating.

Finally, he made up his mind to dismount and put the scattered gold coins into his pockets until he could not fit them.

Then he pinched the broken gold coin bag, placed it on his saddle, and rode on the horse again.

Finally, he took the reins of the camel and ran back to his army.

Roger sneered. He thought that between completing the task of investigating the town and obtaining huge wealth, the scout chose wealth as he expected.

This is greed, greed is not that easy to deal with.

Roger turned back to the town, thinking that fortunately the other party sent only one person. If he sent a few more scouts, he would not be able to play with this trick.

But in that case, he wouldn't play like this anymore.
Chapter completed!