The last infantryman had left Hama West Gate, and the great gate was shut once more. Most of the infantry took over from the cavalry, continuing to slaughter the Saracens in the camp. They set fire to everything combustible, and flames and chaos quickly spread through the Aleppo encampment.
Eric wheeled his horse around in an instant, viciously digging his spurs into Torturer's belly and urging it to accelerate again.
At the same time, he aimed at a dark figure not far away and flung the Knight's Sword from his hand. The sword streaked through the night and accurately pierced the back of a Turkic Cavalryman charging toward the southern tower. The heavily wounded cavalryman lost his balance and fell from his horse. His ankle, however, remained caught in the stirrup. He was dragged for over a hundred meters until his body was mangled beyond recognition.
"Knights, follow me! Knights, follow me!"
