Guy and Amalric of Lusignan, along with the main force, have been separated amidst the charge.
Aside from the two of them, there are more than a dozen cavalrymen.
Their heads down in the charge, surrounded by comrades, the narrow vision through the barrel helmet slits made them unaware of the fact they had drifted away from the main force.
They have become frenzied killers.
The hastily counterattacking Saracen soldiers, unable to find a commanding officer, could only fight individually, many soldiers in panic, driven like a flock of sheep, scattered and fled.
Even those wanting to rally for a counterattack were swept along by the fleeing men, exposing their backs to the enemy.
Wrapped in heavy armor, able to see in the night, the Crusader Knights were akin to committing unilateral slaughter.
Blood soaked their cloaks.
Even the emblems on their horses' clothing and armor were blurred by the blood.
At this moment, the flames in the campfire pits suddenly flared up.
