People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 279 Dragon Breath Collision
That night.

It was dark.

The crescent moon is obscured by dark clouds.

A thin mist hung over the harbour.

In the mansion of Turiados.

Lothar was sitting in front of the desk in the bedroom, playing with the rough curved cone in his hand. It had exquisite imprints on it, and there were runic characters carved in the corners that probably were people's names.

This is a new card draw reward, a horn.

The name is concise and concise, exactly the same as his five-star template skill - [Charge] Horn.

The effect is: when the horn is blown, the movement speed of all soldiers is increased by ten percent.The duration is 5 minutes, and the cooling time is one hour.

It is similar to the iris flag of the hussars, but it is obviously worse.

Lothar decided to give this thing to Ned Stark for use. Only as a military judge, he had the opportunity to observe the battle situation and decide to blow it at the right time.

Banruo walked into the room wearing a long black dress, holding a stack of laundry: "Where's Flynn?"

"I was sent to the port to watch the night. Jeanne was in the barracks, and Cellinina was with Flynn."

"branch?"

Hannya wrinkled her delicate nostrils, and the moonlight shone through the window, black hair like a waterfall fell from the side of her flawless white cheeks, and there was a hint of disbelief in her eyes.

"You want to do it at this time?"

"How is it possible? I'm not Teddy. I still know the severity of the matter."

Lothar gave a dry laugh and wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind.

"Let me hold you for a while."

Banruo hesitated for a while, and simply let him do it: "Is it so easy to touch?"

"Ah."

Lothar waited for a while, then pulled out his hand with some reluctance: "Help me put on the armor, I have a hunch that there will be a fierce battle tonight."

Banruo tidied up her messy clothes, said "um" and didn't say anything else.

Lothar was fully dressed, holding the helmet with one hand, waiting for Prajna to fasten the rope buckle of the cloak for him.

This kind of cloak is not the kind that only has a long pendant behind the back, which is only for decoration in movies and TV dramas.

It is more like a burqa, tied up in front of the front, and can wrap most of the body in it, which can not only prevent cold and keep warm, but also shade.

His expression suddenly moved slightly.

He looked up at the dark sky outside the window.

The keen perception of dragons in his blood made him realize that the black dragon was not far away from him.

"coming?"

"Well, let's go."

He took a deep breath, and in the darkness, his golden dragon eyes flashed and dimmed.

...

Fringila was sitting on the top of the port lighthouse, the blazing flames made her cheeks reddish, she kowtowed uncontrollably, her eyes were only slit.

"Don't sleep."

"I didn't sleep!"

Fringira retorted stubbornly, and subconsciously stood up.

boom--

"Ugh—you hit my chin."

"Sorry, Nina."

"It's okay...but don't be so rash."

Celinina rubbed her chin, completely defenseless against Flynn's sudden attack.

"Why are you so sleepy? You obviously sleep every night."

"It's because I sleep every night that I'm sleepy."

She hugged Celinina's arm, shaking it slightly, her mouth opened slightly, and said "ah", and Celinina also stuffed the chocolate bar in time.

She shook the tin box: "Give it all to you, don't sleep anymore, the task entrusted to us by the adults is very important, we must not neglect our duties."

"understood."

Fringila opened the tin box, and asked while eating: "Will the enemy really come from the sea?"

Celinina looked at the empty sea filled with mist, and said seriously: "It should be like this, they will not put defenses on the empty coast, but choose to attack the tall city walls."

"Then how long are we going to wait here?"

Fulingi pulled her legs together, feeling the warmth from the stove at the top of the lighthouse, showing a sleepy expression—this feeling, like lying in front of a warm fireplace in winter, really makes people sleepy.

"I don't know, maybe I'm going to spend the whole night here tonight."

Celinina opened the window, and the fresh sea breeze rushed towards her face: "Come here to blow some air, sober up, the enemy may not be so simple this time."

She held the saber at her waist with one hand, her brows were serious, like a general ready to fight at any time.

On the streets of Limassol City, there are guard posts holding torches at intervals.

On the city wall, the city guards and town militia patrolled back and forth.

Wearing full armor, Turiados yawned tiredly. This potbellied, pleasure-loving Greek nobleman has suffered a lot these days.

Someone muttered dissatisfiedly: "How can this be the case? Those Franks slept in the camp and asked us to patrol the city wall. They are not afraid that we will open the city and sell them."

"It's obviously their battle, but why do we seem to be playing the leading role?"

"Although I am willing to work with Her Majesty, the crusaders hired by Her Majesty do not look very reliable."

"Oh, these damned Franks, my brother died in the battle with them, I really don't understand why the lord wants to cooperate with them?"

Even in the silent night, the small voice of discussion was extremely clear.

Damn it, you won't want Yingxiao, will you?

Thinking of this terrible possibility, Turiados shivered, and his drowsiness was suddenly driven away.

He yelled: "A bunch of idiots, don't you know who Isaac is? The Crusaders just want money, but he is terrible!"

His eyes flicked over the bright and dark young faces illuminated by the torches.

I sneered in my heart, no matter how unreliable the Crusaders are, they are better than you!

He thought of the cavalry on the battlefield, those cavalry who had placed high hopes on him, but were about to collapse at the touch of a finger.

"Think it over for me. I know that many of you hate those Franks, but I must remind you that now, we are all grasshoppers tied to the same rope with them. Don't count on Isa Those Turkic and Kuman mercenaries under Ke will be lenient to you."

"Once the city is broken, Limassol will be turned into a sea of ​​flames. All of you will fall under the butcher's knife, your wives and daughters will be sold to Alexandria as slaves of the Saracens, and your sons will be killed. Elected to the camp of the Mamluks, turned their backs on the Father, and converted to the devil."

He roared angrily: "Although Cyprus is big, Limassol is behind us. We have nowhere to go. For our homeland, cheer up!"

Under the call of Turiados, the city guards barely boosted their morale again.

This is the fact. Compared with Isaac, the Crusaders are more credible. At least, they have completely done nothing to the civilians in the city these days.

...

now.

on the sea.

Small galleys with two-masted jib sails and two rows of oars protruding from the lower deck were rapidly heading towards the port through the mist.

Though small warships, they could carry 160 oarsmen each, for a total crew of 200.

The early empires, and naval powers such as Genoa and Venice, used citizens as oarsmen.

This enables their galley warships to exert more powerful combat power during boarding battles.

It's a pity that the current empire's navy is just like the army. The oarsmen on many battleships have been replaced by foreigners or even slaves, and their combat effectiveness has plummeted.

In the back, there are broad-bellied Kirk boats full of heavily armed soldiers. Since the attack was from the sea, the Kuman and Turkic nomadic cavalry only took a pair of bows and sabers.

Such a large-scale landing must not be hidden from the city.

With the light of the lighthouse shining on the sea.

Soon, a rapid copper bell sounded in the port.

The peasant and soldier brigade specially arranged by Lothar to garrison at the port began to form an array, and defended with the help of roadblocks arranged in advance on the traffic arteries.

With a loud bang.

The first battleship took advantage of the momentum and rushed ashore abruptly, and the sailors and oarsmen on it, holding sharp knives and small bucklers, rushed towards the position in a swarm.

Swah——

Bows and crossbow arrows flew.

This era has begun to equip crossbows on a large scale, but the quality is often poor and does not pose much threat to armor.

The town militiamen in Limassol City began to shoot at these sailors who were only equipped with leather armor at most, and they shot down in a blink of an eye.

The corpse was trampled in the mud on the charge road.

Even the water turned red.

But as time went on, more and more of Isaac's soldiers boarded the port.

Densely packed, black and dense.

Just by listening to the dense sound of armor plates colliding, one can know how many troops are attacking the port in the darkness.

Turkic and Cuman soldiers who were good at bows and arrows began to shoot at the Limassol town militia hiding in the houses. Although the results were limited, they also suppressed the unscrupulous shooters.

whoosh-

almost the same time.

More than a dozen Cuman riders who temporarily acted as foot archers were shot to the ground.

The powerful arrows shot out through their bodies, leaving only the tails of the arrows stuck in their chests.

"The Condor Archer?"

The Kuman riders became alert and found cover one after another, not daring to stand still and shoot unscrupulously.

This is Lothar's woodland shooters showing off their power. They have excellent shooting skills. After Fringilla applied night vision and group blood waterfall to them, their combat effectiveness increased dramatically, almost no less than the real woodland elf shooters.

In this darkness, they are like black gods of death, wantonly harvesting the lives of each enemy.

Especially in the enemy's ranks, those officers who are well-equipped and dressed significantly differently from ordinary soldiers are the first targets they shoot.

In the sky.

Isaac sat on the back of the black dragon, and the special dragon saddle isolated the scorching scales.

The black shadow was behind him, forming a solid human figure, despite the howling wind in the sky, it seemed to be nailed to the dragon's back and remained motionless.

"Look, the city is still in order under the occupation of the enemy, those Greeks, your subjects are against you, Isaac."

"A group of rebels."

A ferocious smile appeared on Isaac's face: "I will burn this city to the ground and let everyone know the fate of betraying me."

"Yes, that's what you should do. Punish rebellion and show your majesty to everyone. This is what the emperor should do."

The black shadow let out a sinister laugh.

A trace of disgust flashed in Isaac's eyes. It turned out that someone would really laugh "Jie Jie Jie" No, this thing can't be called a human.

Heavenly Father above!

I'll get rid of you ugly monster sooner or later!
He restrained the disgust in his heart, drove the black dragon under the saddle, and swooped down towards the city.

"Burn them!"

The black dragon raised its head and let out a happy roar.

In the huge mouth full of ferocious fangs, deep black dragon flames condensed, followed closely, like a pillar of divine punishment descending from the sky, sweeping towards the city below with turbulent power.

"Is it so unscrupulous?"

There was a trace of anger on Lothar's face. If it was him, even if he was an enemy, it would be difficult for him to be ruthless and burn a city full of civilians.

This guy is indeed a tyrant, a lunatic.

In his body, the dragon-born blood of the ground dragon, fusion monster, sea dragon and tyrannical dragon was fully aroused, like a river rushing through the blood vessels in his body.

Dense black scales spread out from his chest until they covered his neck and cheeks.

The terrifying dragon's power turned into a phantom of a giant dragon that was as substantial as it was, entrenched on the ground, and uttered a nothingness roar towards the reckless dragon beast in the sky.

He opened his mouth.

The terrifying high temperature distorted the surrounding air in an instant.

The next moment, a crimson scorching dragon's breath rose from the sky, colliding fiercely with the deep black dragon's flame falling from the sky.

(End of this chapter)