People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Port Ella, port.

The sea breeze in the middle of the night is refreshing and not too steep. Compared with the inland area, the climate here at night is much more pleasant.

Of course, only at night.

Lothar stood on the top tower of a fort in the port, which had been converted into the tax office, where Muller usually worked.

Inside and outside the official office, nearly a hundred Varangian guards were fully armed, leaning against the wall, or simply sitting on the ground, resting silently.

Muller looked at the empty and calm sea: "My lord, will someone really raid the port?"

"The moonlight is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

"Ah?" Mu Le was slightly startled, and quickly said, "Yes, my lord, these days, the moon is at its roundest, and it is indeed very beautiful."

"Rauf is not very bright, but he thinks he is very smart."

Lothar whispered: "So, he will definitely send someone to attack Ella Port tonight-otherwise, wouldn't he let down such a round moon?"

Night attack, the biggest difficulty is night blindness.

In fact, even modern people of later generations will still be blind if they are thrown into a dark field without street lights, and when the weather is not very good.

Lothar suddenly expressed regret and said, "It's a pity."

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that I don't have a channel to communicate with Hogg. He should still be floating in the Red Sea, and the Gulf of Aqaba is not in his waterway. Otherwise, with him here, I don't have to worry about attacks from the sea at all."

"Captain Hoag."

There was a look of lingering fear on Mueller's face.

Two days ago, Lothar ordered him to contact this "captain" for the purpose of "selling stolen goods". He thought it was just a very common thing.

Who would have thought that this "Captain Hogg" is not human at all!
The ship was full of zombie sailors, and he wandered among them. When he came back, he felt that his body was covered with the smell of the sea mixed with the smell of corpses, and he took several baths in a row.

Port of Aqaba.

Dozens of small galleys are ready.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Lamor asked, "Is my lord's army ready?"

The first mate said respectfully: "That's right, my lord, the master's army has already built a siege camp under the city of Port Aila, ready to launch an attack at any time."

Zoroastrianism forbids the enslavement of brothers of the same clan, so these two are actually Cuman slaves trafficked from Crimea across the Black Sea.

"Then it's time for us to go."

With a solemn expression, Lamor shouted: "Raise the sails and set sail!"

The sailors, as well as the infantry in armor, couldn't help showing excitement on their faces when they heard this.

The salary in weekdays is at most enough to fill the stomach, and only robbery is the way to make a fortune.

Lamor looked at these relaxed subordinates, with a worried look on his face.

The first mate looked at the worried look on Lamor's face, and couldn't help saying: "My lord, are you worried that there will be accidents in this battle?"

Lamor shook his head and said, "I'm just not sure whether that black wizard named Minomeduo is just a boastful idiot. This Lothar is not easy to deal with."

Fame equals strength.

Lothar is now the newly rising and most prominent lord in the Levant region.

How could it be easy to deal with?
The first mate hurriedly said: "No, my lord, if Minometuo is an incompetent person, with the master's wisdom, how could he be fooled by him?"

"you're right."

Lamor nodded perfunctorily.

He couldn't be more clear about the virtues of his master, maybe he wasn't stupid, but he definitely didn't have anything to do with being wise.

Dozens of small galleys hoisted their anchors and headed for Ella Port.

The port of Aqaba is very close to the port of Ella.

Soon, they could vaguely see the towering lighthouse in Ella Port.

"That's the Siegfettah in the Franks?"

"It is said that it stood there overnight. It is simply ridiculous."

Lamor said "ridiculous", but the worry on his face became more intense-he had only been to Ella Port not long ago, and there was no such tower at that time.

He raised his head, the moonlight was just right tonight.

In the silent port, not even half a person was seen.

"Great, those Frankish barbarians have no defense at all!"

The first mate was very pleasantly surprised: "My lord, let's land on the shore immediately. As long as we follow the agreement with the master and light a fire, we will be able to cooperate with the master."

Lamor looked at the silent port, but felt a little nervous in his heart.

It's so weird.

He thought it would be a fierce battle to force a landing, but there is not even a team of soldiers on guard at night, which is really unreasonable.

The port of Aqaba is so close to the port of Ella, don't these Franks have a trace of vigilance?
The first officer urged: "My lord, what are you waiting for, don't hesitate any longer. If the enemy finds out, we will lose the advantage of surprise attack."

The ominousness in Lamor's heart became more and more intense.

But at this time, the arrow is on the string, and it has to be done. If he just withdraws his troops and leaves, Rauf still doesn't know how to deal with him.

"Command, log in immediately!"

"Once the ship docks, all the oarsmen will also take up arms for me, and land to fight!"

The oarsmen who received the order used all their strength to make these galleys enter the harbor quickly.

Lamor suddenly twitched his nose, and he murmured, "What's this smell?"

"Like brimstone?"

next moment.

A terrifying flame shot out from the port.

Like a flaming giant sword held in the hands of a giant, it swept across the galleys that were lined up in a dense formation because they were about to land on the shore.

The entire port, at this moment, seemed to be a sea of ​​flames.

Lamor pushed away the first officer who had turned into a ball of torches and was howling for help. Looking at the scene in front of him, his body trembled violently because of fear.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

But at this time, where can I withdraw.

Some of the galleys lined up in a dense queue wanted to turn around, but they just ran into friendly ships next to them that also wanted to turn around.

In most galleys, the oarsmen inside don't know what's going on outside, and they are still struggling to paddle forward.

A bigger disaster is yet to come.

The sea breeze that was supposed to blow inland suddenly turned around.

The canvas on the masts of the galleys was ignited by the splashing sparks, and turned into a giant torch in the blink of an eye, and fell down with a crackling sound.

On the deck, one by one sailors, as well as the soldiers who were desperately taking off their armor, quickly jumped into the sea water to avoid the terrifying flames.

The oarsmen in the cabin let out desperate screams, they had nowhere to escape, they could only be roasted into coke in the cabin.

Hengjiang is not chained.

But the results of the battle in front of him seemed to reenact the Battle of Chibi.

This is the effect of the combination of Dragon's Breath and Hai Long's "Xingfeng" ability.

Mueller exclaimed: "My lord, you are really good at predicting things."

"There is no god."

Lothar rubbed his swollen lips, took the water glass handed by Prajna, and drank it down.

The screams of the enemy filled my ears, and the scene in front of me was like hell.

Originally, he couldn't use "Dragon's Breath" and "Xingfeng" at the same time, but he upgraded.

A mouthful of the dragon's breath burnt to death an unknown number of enemies, and he was promoted to three levels in a row—conservatively estimated, there must be 300 people up, and the number is still increasing.

Banruo pinched his palm and looked at him with some concern.

Lothar shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I've already made up my mind to bear this kind of murder."

On the battlefield, being kind to the enemy is cruelty to one's own people.

With a serious expression on his face, he said: "If you pass on the order, the enemy may be ready to cooperate from the inside and the outside. Order all the soldiers in the city to prepare to meet the enemy."

"Half of the earl's guard left to clean up the enemies who landed, and the remaining half patrolled the city to guard against enemy spies."