"How did those Franks even get here!"
"What about our falcons?"
Governor Mahri's voice, distorted by fear, suddenly rang out: "Those damned, negligent Hawk Trainers, I'll hang them all at the gates of Semanud City!"
His aide Kemel urgently prompted: "Lord Governor, now is the time for you to make a decision. Are we retreating, or facing the enemy?"
"Idiots, a group of idiots, you ruined everything."
Governor Mahri roared in anger.
His eyes were bloodshot, pointing at the Crusader Knights sweeping in like the flood peak of the Nile River: "The Double-headed Eagle banner, the winged cavalry, that's Demon Losa's army, now is not the time to think of retreating."
At this moment, he abandoned any foolish thoughts of preserving strength and shouted at his trusted Imperial Guard: "My Imperial Guard, for the Holy Fire, for your master, go, kill those unbelievers."
"Roar!"
The Mamluks shouted in unison.
