Alonso and the Battle of Acre

This is my legend of living flesh, what my eyes saw in Acre, that by the will of God I enlisted in this crusade, for my father so simple shepherd of sheep, who had to follow the path of defending the land of God, my name is Alonso Singer, who refused to be a shepherd of sheep, we left England crossing all of Europe, covered with the mantle of the cold until arriving to land with the sun that weighs on my back as a punishment, arriving to lands that you speak another language that seems to be very old, we have already been 40 days in this odyssey, as much thirst that even the soul is drying our souls, I only think of arriving to the land of God and asking for my sins and doubting him. In my dreams I see myself as escaping from the arms of his mother, the high hills and see my father in the high hills with his sheep, but really already arrived at a place where it is reigned by sun and seas of sand.

At the time of arriving in this distant land was a figure, that no one has ever been able to forget after contemplating it for its desert, where water is worth more than gold, is where we were informed that Saladin had managed to snatch from the Christians the largest of their properties and everything in it, achieving that our route had to be northward, that we had to camp limited and had to be installed in Acre, eventually it was called San Juan de Acre.

But then, from the interior of that dark desert, which I have mentioned as a constituent part of the prison of ancient solitu
But then, from within that dark wilderness, which I have mentioned as a constituent part of the prison of ancient solitude, which is always lying in wait for you, we see great numbers of tents on all sides, and with the emblem of the great blue cross worn by the French and that of us of enigmatic red by the blood of God, we encamp on the sides of the French, I throw down my helmet and my sword which torments my body, I am informed that I shall be with a Frenchman under the command of Jeanpiere Rumoa. Not a word was uttered by the Jeanpiere.... Ah, I was about to shake his hand, but it was evident that he was not welcome, as the sun was setting in the morning, at the entrance to the city ten men were to be tried , also from this crusade, when I began to probe through the crowd, it was a troop of these newly arrived crusaders, anxious, They rushed to hunt the Muslims, but the most annoying thing was that it was in the territory of Sultan Qalawun, who asked for the head of each of them, otherwise he would attack the camp, but the judgment was made on those who sinned against the will of God and were condemned as a message to all.

For Sultan Qalawun, who did not take into account his prayer to the souls of his people, decided to attack the crusaders in Acre.

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Alonso asks, "Have you heard the news of the knights on trial," asks his tent mate Pablo, "yes, but it unleashed the fury of the sultan who wanted to do his own justice, and they will come here.

So if it happened at dawn the other day, heard the lunges of the huge horse that had just arrived at the walls of Acre, the knights who were on guard reported the fury carried these riders and with the flag of the sultan, Jeanpiere Rumoa approaches the tent of Alonso, tells him "peasant to march in front of the walls of Acre" I take my sword and I put my chain mail and go to the front of the wall with Paul.

To leave we find, that the horsemen of the sultan attacked without warning, we saw how between the flames, striving to save a part of their horses from the army of the sultan, these men moved, Paul and I accompany a hundred men formed a line of blockade, like a wall with our shields, we see how the horizon approach another large army approaches, but when this army approaches Jeanpiere Rumoa, give the order to shoot the archers, towards the horsemen, the rain of arrow was immense, I see how the horsemen fall like birds losing their flight, the few that are left continue forward as if it did not matter to die, they collide with our line of defense, a horseman attacks me with his sword, but I cover myself with my shield and fall to the ground, another wave of arrow attack stop them I see how this is a disaster, As I could, I got up to look for Pablo in the crowd, when I looked again I saw a black cloud of pure arrows coming towards us, I managed to cover myself, but most of them, who were careless, were hit by the arrows.

When I recover my breath from this massacre I get Pablo, but he sleeps forever in the glory of God, he was hit by three arrows, in the blink of an eye, I see how the Sultan himself comes with another larger army, as this day has no end, the few knights who were left formed a small line of defense with our shields, to contain this huge army, when we arrive they demolish them all, but I continue fighting, it is when we saw everything lost, a large cavalry of Templars comes out of the fortress, apart two large long lines of knights and manage to make two lines of defense and cavalry that breaks the army of the jumps.

It was a victory, but the sultan will return with all his tribes to reclaim their lands, well this land is a defense of honor to god, but the faith we carry inside, I give my uniform to the Frenchman, I return to my distant home there is no sense to continue in this place, thus fulfilled his appointment and live in peace as god commands.