"Zahir!"
When Adil led the Armored Cavalry up the slope, he only saw the heavy gray defeat on Zahir's face.
He called his name several times before Zahir came to his senses.
Not only Zahir, but most of his cavalry came from various Chiefdoms, and their fighting spirit was not very strong.
Seeing the bravery of the Franks, they were almost scared stiff, and if Losa led the Cavalry to charge once more, they would surely scatter and flee.
Adil harshly reprimanded him, "Zahir, what are you doing standing around? Don't you want to wash away the shame of your past defeat?"
"Let this Cavalry retreat to rest, go and bring your main Cavalry here to support us, we must quickly resolve this Frankish Cavalry!"
Zahir awoke as if from a dream.
A mere loss of over a hundred Light Cavalry, most of them riders sent by the Tunis Chiefdom to join the crusade, had little impact on the overall situation!
