People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 172 Alain Dele
Now New Habsburg looks like a big construction site.

Inside the city wall, wooden scaffolding, iron barrels filled with lime, and simply cut bricks were scattered and piled up beside the half-built inner fort.

Stables, barns, bakeries, kitchens, tool shops, and a large number of simple houses for city builders were built on the outer walls of New Habsburg.

Four hundred farmers and soldiers in Hebron and 150 elite standing troops are gathering around the bonfire, eating and resting here.

New Habsburg will be built into a large city in Lothar's plan in the future, but this does not prevent it from barely maintaining its role as a "military depot".

In the middle of the night.

Hussars, veterans, and Varangian guards.

They quickly got up from the hot beds, and helped each other put on their armor, fasten their burqas, wrist guards, greaves, cloaks and other equipment.

The neighing of the pack animals awakened the sleepy peasants and soldiers.

But they were immediately urged to continue to sleep with their eyes closed by the order knights to which they belonged.

Their energy is limited, and the marching depletion during the day must be supplemented by sleep at night. It is impossible to make a midnight raid like Hebron's elite standing army.

The temperature tonight is very low, and even the white mist from the mouths and noses of humans and animals can be clearly seen in the air.

Lothar wore a black cloak with a dragon's head on it, and covered his ears with a fluffy neckline.

At this time, he was sitting on a thick rhizome protruding from the ground of the Tree of Life, reaching out and stroking it.

Under the rough touch, there is a kind of intimacy that seems to have been away for a long time.

This is the tree of life conveying its emotions to Lothar.

Because it is nourished by the flesh and blood of the earth dragon, its growth rate is extremely fast, and it will enter adolescence in about a month.

At that time, it can serve as a barracks for training woodland marksmen.

The lack of long-range power has always been a problem in the jigsaw puzzle of Lothar's army.

In the Crusaders in Jerusalem, crossbowmen, that is, crossbowmen, accounted for a much higher proportion of long-range forces.

In comparison, high-level archers are much rarer.

He also experienced it in the mock battle of Charles VII.

The crossbowmen hired from Genoa were no match for the British longbowmen at all. They were severely suppressed by their opponents in terms of range and speed of fire.

As long as the woodland shooters trained by the Tree of Life can be as good as the British longbowmen, it is enough to become a very important part of his army.

"My lord, everything is packed, it's time for us to set off."

Jeanne said suddenly.

Lothar glanced at the sky, nodded, and got on his mount: "Model, you stay here, and the whole army will go to Alandelle immediately tomorrow morning."

Model wondered: "Those siege equipment and supplies?"

"Of course I won't carry it. We have taken all the pack animals away, so there is no room left to carry them. You can leave on time and lead the troops into the city to clean up the mess."

One trick is fresh, eat all over the sky.

No matter how many times the night attack is used, it is still the best choice to use the small to gain the big, and to defeat the strong with the weak.

On this trip, he brought almost all the pack animals he carried, including the captured dromedaries left by the robbers.

It is to temporarily transfer the remaining veterans to cavalry infantry to increase their mobility.

The boring rush time is lackluster.

Along the way, there were no enemies like sentinels.

In the empty desert, apart from the scorpions crawling in and out of the skulls buried by the wind and sand, there seemed to be no life.

After about two hours, it could have been longer as they had to attend to the slower remaining veterans.

In front of him, the outline of a fortress-like building finally appeared.

Along the road, fields and orchards began to appear.

In the courtyard, the dogs barked sharply, attracting pairs of eyes to peek out from the gaps in the windows.

The scout returned to report: "My lord, there is a monastery built outside the city ahead. Bypassing it, we are only ten miles away from Alandelle."

"monastery…"

Lothar narrowed his eyes slightly, and could vaguely see the top of the monastery, with statues of gargoyles and gargoyles, and the nondescript fire worship altar surrounded by them.

Just as the Christians captured Jerusalem, instead of tearing down the minarets of Zoroastrianism, they turned them into Christian bell towers.

The Saracens also did not tear down the strong monastery, but erected a sacred fire altar on top.

"Don't worry about it, as long as Alandre is broken, this monastery will be broken sooner or later."

Lothar continued to order the march.

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Alandelles is not a solid big city. Its status is the same as that of Montreal and Bourg-Calle. It is a transit hub city, so it has fewer villages and residents.

It's more like a town attached to the port of Ella.

The horse team gradually moved closer to the gate of the city.

Furingilla quietly turned into a bat and flew over the city wall.

A moment later, there was a burst of creaking sound.

The heavy iron-clad city gate slowly rose as the bewildered soldiers tried their best to push the winch.

Immediately afterwards, Hans and Jeanne each led an army to rush towards the inner fort of Alandre City in the form of foot combat.

The cavalry spear in Hans' hands and Jeanne's talent can increase the knight's combat effectiveness dramatically, which is very important in siege warfare and street fighting.

At this time.

The sleepy defenders, who sensed something was wrong here, began to shout, summoned their companions, and surrounded the city gate.

Among them, there are many soldiers in armor.

But before they were ready, Hans rushed to the front, leading more than a dozen Varangian guards armed with two-handed axes, and chopped down the oncoming enemies like wheat.

Before coming, they who had been specially trained spoke up one after another, shouting in pagan language: "Put down your weapons and stop resisting, or you will be killed without mercy."

Alandele's defenders totaled about 100 people, and there were only more than [-] people distributed on this city wall.

Facing such a fierce offensive, they immediately began to retreat.

Ringing the bell is forbidden in the teachings of the Zoroastrianism. For a while, the news of the enemy's surprise attack did not have time to spread throughout the city.

Lothar sits in the rear and has no intention of going forward to fight. With Ronna and Hans leading the army separately, he doesn't need to get involved in commanding the battlefield.

After a while.

A Zoroastrian monk, guarded by two hussars, was brought before Lothar.

He showed his standard haircut with a bald spot in the middle of his head, and shouted in Germanic: "God, someone has finally come to rescue us!"

"Are you Count Lothar?"

Lothar looked at him noncommittally.

"who are you?"

"My lord, I am Mewar, the bishop of Alandre. The reason why I dressed like this is just a false conversion to confuse those heathen demons."

The Zoroastrian monk had a sad expression on his face, and he kept drawing the cross on his chest: "For the sake of my preservation of the Alandre Monastery, please don't tell this matter."

Lothar nodded politely: "Of course, no problem, honorable Bishop Mewar, when Alander fell, you kept your name incognito and hid in the city, and when we counterattacked Alander, you stood up bravely. Come out to help, until you fall under the brutal attack of the enemy-what do you think of the result?"

This...isn't it right?

Mewar's eyes widened.

He swallowed subconsciously, and said very quickly: "My lord, I know this city better than you, and it is more beneficial for you to master the Diocese of Alandre if I am alive."

"Perhaps you're right, but I don't need it."

Lothar waved.

The next moment, the hussar standing behind Mewar raised his weapon and wiped it from his throat.

(End of this chapter)