On a highland a few kilometers away from Arishe.
Yasal raised an arm, and in the sky, a falcon descended swiftly like an arrow, landing on the bracer of his arm.
He overlooked below, where the Crusader Cavalry was setting up camp beside the ruins of the town, and couldn't help but admire, "Fully armored, horses equipped, the army's formation orderly, discipline strict. Those must be the Imperial Guard of that Losa, right?"
"Yes, sir."
The guard beside him respectfully replied.
Yasal's eyes were full of envy, "Seems even more elite than King Saladin's Kasaji Guard. If I had such a Mamluk Imperial Guard, would I still only be a guard dog at the gate?"
"Sir, your burning of Arishe this time has already proven your loyalty, and Governor Adil must see this as well. In the future, you are bound to oversee a region."
"I hope so."
Yasal was silent for a moment and then said, "Send the Mo'er Tribe out."
"But these Franks seem to be well-prepared."
