People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

In the mansion of Hebron.

Rang Na, who was planning to take a rest after returning to the courtyard, couldn't help frowning when she heard the news: "So, the number of people going out for this battle has increased by 400?"

"That's right, these 400 people include three hundred members of the Brotherhood of Knights and one hundred apostolic knights of the Order of the Redemption of Saint Lazarus."

Now Lothar's territory is on the right track, and there are town militias in every city to maintain order.

Then count the power of Lothar staying behind.

It is still very easy for the border jurisdiction of Transjordan to hold on to its original territory without going to war.

Even if an enemy comes to attack, the army of the lower lord can be recruited.

So Lothar is not worried that if he withdraws so many troops, it will lead to an empty territory.

Jeanna was a little dissatisfied: "With the addition of these [-] knights, do I have to prepare at least [-] servants for them to serve their daily necessities?"

Four hundred attendants are a small number. Under normal circumstances, a knight should have at least two attendants. One is responsible for serving the animals, and the other is responsible for maintaining weapons and equipment.

Lothar comforted: "Don't worry, there are only about 100 regular knights in these knight brotherhoods, and the rest are attendants, and they will handle logistics issues by themselves."

Jeanna rubbed the center of her brows: "Ask Miss Cellinina to be my helper, I don't usually care about such trivial matters."

Some people say that war is not a vigorous horse riding and hacking.

War is waiting, an endless march, waiting for the next ration to be distributed to oneself.

Therefore, although the call-up order has not yet been issued to Lothar, he has already begun intensive preparations for the army.

"can."

"My lord, I must remind you that our financial problems are already very serious. Unless you are willing to collect the tax money for next year, or impose an additional shield tax, otherwise, we will have to borrow money from the Knights Templar's bank .”

"Don't worry, Anna promised that the military expenses for this battle will be reimbursed. No matter how corrupt the Eastern Empire is, it is still a terrific behemoth. They are very rich."

Lothar said in a relaxed tone.

With so many new residents just settled in the territory, the damage to his reputation and prestige will be huge if he collects taxes in advance or additionally. He would rather borrow a loan from the Knights Templar than consider raising taxes .

Jean Na frowned and said, "That's also a post-war reimbursement, so maybe I can still pay you in advance?"

"In short, you don't have to worry about financial issues. Maybe tonight, Captain Hogg will dock at the port of Ella with a ship full of treasures."

at dusk.

The crimson sunset was hanging in the sky.

The countryside to the northwest of Hebron city.

Outside a church that has just had its walls painted.

Knights and monks in black cross gowns on a white background are hurriedly setting up camp.

This church is no bigger than the one outside the city of Alandre. It is like a huge monastery of a fortress, which can accommodate an entire army.

The vast majority still live in camps.

Hibland looked at the dense oak forest in the distance, and said softly: "It is said that this is the oak tree that Abraham planted himself."

Beside him, several knights said with emotion: "Hebron, a city of miracles, is a wonderful city, but unfortunately, there are too many pagans here."

"Yes, I also think the Grand Master treats those despicable Jews and Saracens too kindly."

Hiberland frowned and said, "It's none of our business, put yourself in the right place, my comrades."

All the knights were silent for a moment, and someone said: "Hebronland, Bruno is very annoyed that we have separated them and merged them with the Order of Saint Lazarus."

"Combining will benefit both. If the Knights go on like this, they will decline sooner or later. He just thinks that we should merge with the Knights Hospitaller."

There was a sneer on Hibland's face: "But we will still be excluded when we merge with the Knights Hospitaller. Does he, Bruno, think that those Gaul knights will treat us equally?"

There was one more thing that Hiberlander didn't say, but everyone knew it.

Merging with the Knights of the Hospitaller, those people with outstanding status will be knocked out of the dust.

If you want to sell yourself, you have to find a more reliable buyer with better treatment.

Someone suddenly shouted: "Look over there!"

In the distance, smoke and dust billowed.

A large convoy is slowly approaching here.

At the front of the team, the black eagle flag hanging high made Hiberland and the others immediately aware of the identity of the comer.

"Is it the head of the group?"

"Did he have supplies ready for us so soon?"

The number of the Teutonic Knights is quite a lot, there are thousands of people, which does not include the guards stationed in Acre and other fiefdoms, although more than half of them are monks who do not need to be equipped with equipment and mounts.

But so many people eat horse chews, and it is not so easy to be satisfied.

Soon, the convoy drove into the camp.

The members of the Teutonic Knights couldn't help feeling envious when they saw the soldiers escorting the convoy, each of them fully armed.

Andreas rode on the back of a tall and healthy horse and greeted Hiberland.

Immediately he greeted the soldiers and placed ten pairs of plate armor of different sizes in front of everyone.

"My lord has said that, as members of the Great Knight Council, you should distinguish your identities from the rest of the knights in terms of armor, which is exclusive to you."

The great knights who had been transformed into order knights couldn't help but breathe a lot more heavily.

Some even reached out to touch the smooth plate armor that could reflect a human face, as if stroking the lover in a dream.

A good pair of armor can save lives on the battlefield.

In this era, many knights have the experience of fighting on the front line with dozens of arrows in their bodies, but none of these knights is poor.

Armor, for a knight, is not only the second life, but also the third, fourth, fifth...

A good armor can not only save your life.

Hiberland forcibly suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and asked, "Knight Andreas, where are the rest of the equipment?"

Andreas explained: "Still preparing, Hebron's arsenal has long been empty, but there are still a lot of captured Saracen armor in the arsenals of Ella Port and Fir Orn. It can be shipped after remodeling."

"I understand."

The knights in Hebronland were slightly disappointed.

Andreas smiled and said: "Don't worry, my lord assures you as the Grand Master of the Teutonic Knights that before going out, each order knight will get a chain mail shirt and a barrel helmet, Each attendant will get a piece of armor, armor. In addition, fifty war horses and two hundred pack horses will be allocated to you."

"Thanks for the generosity of the Grand Leader."

Hiberland said hurriedly.

It is not that the Teutonic Knights have no weapons and equipment, but a serious lack of armor and horses.

As long as these equipment are in place, the combat effectiveness of the Teutonic Knights can at least triple.

They were already well-known for being well-trained, but the shortcomings of their equipment greatly limited their strength.

Andreas smiled and said, "Commander Hibland, you send someone to check if the amount of supplies is correct. If it is confirmed, come and sign."

He paused slightly, and said again: "Please be sure to make it clear, once you leave, I will not be responsible."

Is it so formal?

Hiberlander couldn't help gaining a new understanding of the attitude of Lothar's subordinates.

...

night.

Candlelight flickered in Lothar's room.

He held a quill pen in his hand, dipped it in ink, and recorded the knowledge explained by Anna on a stack of white paper.

Soon, spell models were calculated by him through magic knowledge.

Compared with the spell model in the magic book, it is not bad.

Anna said with satisfaction: "It's not bad. After all, it's someone who once stood on the top of the mountain. Compared with those apprentice wizards who are as stupid as rocks, their learning speed is simply far behind."

"After class, you can try to perform fireball. Although the system is different, with your foundation, one day should be enough for you to master this fireball."

"Tomorrow night, I'll check on your progress."

Lothar nodded and said, "No problem."

"Good night, then, Lothar."

"Good night, Miss Anna."

After hanging up the communication.

Lothar snapped his fingers.

A cluster of flames shot up from his fingertips immediately. After completing the milestone of the Volcano King, his affinity for fire elements was astonishing. After knowing the principle of the fireball technique, it was a matter of course for him to cast this spell.

However, being able to display it is different from exerting the maximum power of the fireball technique.

The same spell model has various optimal solutions, and the difference in the operation of each ray of magic power may cause changes in various directions in the fireball technique.

Some will reduce its temperature, some will reduce its flight speed, and some are extremely unstable, and may explode before they are released.

The fireball technique recorded in the magic book is the optimal solution in the usual sense.

It consumes less mana, and its power is more stable.

Lothar is still far from fully mastering this "optimal solution".

"Heh, it's similar to solving equations. No wonder you can learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and you won't be afraid to travel all over the world."

Lothar smiled for a while, and extinguished the flames with a wave of his hand.

He planned to change to a spacious place to experiment with spells. Although he was immune to fire damage, it didn't mean his mansion could be the same.

If he accidentally burns down this mansion, he has no money to rebuild a similar one.

...

In this way, time flies.

On the third day.

A call-up order was sent to Lothar.

Baldwin IV said: Isaac, the tyrant of Cyprus, killed priests, raped nuns, destroyed churches, and killed Christians.

And repeatedly plundered the merchant fleet of the Crusaders, and all the Christians on board were sold to pagans.

This series of dishonorable acts is an evil that no Christian people can forgive.

It is hereby ordered, Lothar von Habsburg, Count of Transjordan, to call up fourteen hundred soldiers for the punitive crusade against Cyprus.

This number is exactly the same as the number of soldiers that Lothar was originally planning to dispatch. This is because Lothar had already passed Nishaya and passed through Baldwin IV in advance.