The low hum of the horn echoed, and the Crusaders' camp gates swung open. Squadrons of cavalry bearing various flags charged out of the camp first, forming ranks on the hill before the city, each squadron clustering around a brightly armored noble officer.
Except for those under Losa's command, most of the officers in the army are nobles.
If the clergy monopolize knowledge like the Eastern aristocrats, then the noble class holds generations of military merit; even the most outstanding civilian soldiers must follow the commands of noble leaders.
Boom—
Another round of stones flew out, smashing a tower straight through, and the falling rubble sparked a series of screams.
The gigantic catapults forged by the Crusaders require a significant amount of time to reload after each strike.
But the wall stands here, neither dodging nor retaliating.
Though the Saracens would build large siege weapons, it's clearly impossible to mount them on the walls.
