At this moment, more than ten thousand Ottoman vanguard troops had just crossed the river. The people and horses behind were crowded on the riverbank, preparing to board the boats, almost forced to watch helplessly as the whistling Mamluk Cavalry came ever closer.
Infantry not in formation were as vulnerable before the cavalry as chicks before the hawk.
Three thousand cavalry, horse sabers held at their sides, charged through the crowd and easily sliced open hundreds of Yeniceri Guard bodies.
In an instant, shouts and screams of agony covered the northern bank of the Harazunig River.
Countless Ottoman soldiers scattered like headless flies, trying to dodge the Mamluks' sharp blades. Many leapt into the river, only to quickly sink beneath the surface.
Rauf's face went deathly pale; under the protection of his guards, he fled in panic toward Abo.
