People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 310 The Return
The main general was killed in battle, and the cowardly kidnapped horses naturally lost the capital to be fierce. Under the leadership of their respective meng'anmouke, they began to withdraw from the battlefield.

As for the Iron Buddha, they lost their mounts and almost wiped out their entire army.

Lothar knelt on the ground, supporting the ground with one hand, trying to change into a more decent posture, but he couldn't lift any strength at all.

After using the half-dragon form, and then using the holy spear, even with the help of blood power, it is too reluctant for today's Lothar.

He now has no shortage of powerful lethal skills, both in groups and in singles. The only thing that restricts him is his mental and physical strength.

In the distance, among the flying ashes, there was a light cough, and the shadow of a knight in silver armor was faintly revealed.

"The ash here is really big."

Jeanna was riding on the back of the sweaty horse, frowning and coughing.

"My lord, you look really miserable now."

Of course miserable!
After Lothar finished half-dragon transformation, he was already in a state of disheveled clothes.

At this time, black ash was all over his body, like a miner who had just returned from the mine.

Lothar said angrily: "Knowing that I am miserable, come and help me."

He somewhat misses Rangna who was just a little village girl at the beginning, studying and dealing with government affairs with him all day long. Now Rangna has such a bad personality!

Jeanna smiled, because she knew it was just a dream and he would be unharmed when he woke up, so she made such an adventurous plan.

It's just that in the bottom of my heart, I feel a little guilty after all, and my tone has softened a lot.

"I'm sorry, my lord."

She got off the horse and helped Lothar up: "I assure you, this kind of thing is only this time, and there will never be a second time."

As if she didn't expect Jeanna to say this, Lothar coughed: "It's nothing, it's a blessing in disguise this time."

If it wasn't for him to deal with Jin Wushu by chance, he probably didn't know that the dragon descendant can "bath in dragon blood". among.

After all, the dragon veins in the east are not the same as the real dragons in the east and the giant dragons in the west.

Especially the so-called "Dragon Qi", the monarchs he has seen are not in the minority. Baldwin IV, Queen Lagaia and Saladin are all genuine monarchs of a country.

But Lothar never felt any "dragon spirit" on them.

Perhaps, Dragon Vein Luck is originally exclusive to the Eastern Dynasty, or perhaps it is only exclusive to the Eastern Dynasty in yesterday's giant ship world.

After all, the world I live in doesn't even have gunpowder, and the rules are different from yesterday's giant ship and the world of the previous life.

In any case, it is a good thing that the awakening degree of the bloodline of the dragon descendant is further increased, and the luck black dragon obtained can also become stronger as the power increases, which is equivalent to a growth talent.

The soles of Lothar's feet softened, and he moved a little harder, stirring up a cloud of ashes.

"Be careful."

There was a hidden smile on Jeanna's face: "Sucking this mouthful of ashes may be equivalent to half of this person's arm in life."

Lothar was not disgusted by her, but hugged her shoulders, showing a mouthful of dazzling white teeth proudly: "What, am I very good? I am the number one hero in this battle. Sure enough, Even after so many years, you still have to rely on me."

The corners of Jean Na's lips curled up slightly: "It's just average. If it were me, the process would definitely not be as thrilling as you."

"Just keep your mouth shut."

Lothar's face was full of disbelief, and Jeanna didn't have a range of damage spells. The holy gun was against a single target. In terms of range damage, Lothar had already stood in front of all the followers.

In the distance, the city gate of Qingshui County opened.

The county magistrates rushed out to rescue the wounded with militiamen and men who were not armed.

Rang Na was a little surprised and said: "I didn't expect these people to be a little bit courageous, at least they are not afraid of those Jin Kingdom cavalrymen going back and forth."

"Look at what you said, not all Song people are cowards."

Lothar said seriously: "Yue Fei, Lord Yue, even in our time is still admired by thousands of people, and there are still many people and things worthy of special mention."

Jeanna put away the contempt on her face and turned serious: "I understand, just like the Eastern Empire."

She knew that Lothar was originally a Han Chinese in his previous life, and he had a good impression and compassion for the Song people.

This is also the reason why their followers, whether they are Italians, French, Transylvanians, or Prussians, can speak Chinese fluently, and then their own language.

"If my lord, you traveled back to the Song Dynasty, you might already be the emperor by now?"

"It depends on who the emperor is. If it's Emperor Huiqin, or a fool like Zhao Gou'er, you'll be against Te Niang. If it's Emperor Renzong, he is known for his generosity and kindness."

Lothar paused slightly, thought for a while, and said, "It is estimated that it will be reversed, but it should hesitate for a while."

"If you rebel, many people will die, right?"

Lothar said sternly: "If you don't rebel, many people will die. It's like cutting flesh with a blunt knife. Instead, it's better to raise the flag and rebel. After seizing the world and driving out the Tartars, you can rest and recuperate."

"That's a pity."

There was a trace of anticipation on Jeanna's face.

She really wanted to see what Lothar, who looked like the leader of the rebels, looked like. He also looked like Liu Bowu who was wearing a long gown, and didn't he look very capable at first glance?

"Are we waking up?"

"There is still a quarter of an hour, do you want to say something to those Song people?"

Lothar originally wanted to say something, but thinking that this was just a dream, they could not change what happened in the established history, so they shook their heads again.

"There's nothing more to say."

"Then wake up."

The world before Lothar's eyes gradually blurred until it fell into darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, a soft and delicate hand was tightly clenched in his hand.

"you're awake."

Prajna frowned lightly: "This dream doesn't seem to be smooth—you sweat a lot."

Lothar felt the completely different atmosphere from the combat records, and let out a long breath: "It's not very smooth, but the result is pretty good, do you want to hear it? To be honest, I didn't expect that only me and Rang Na participated, let you prepare for nothing."

Far away on the island of Cyprus, in a military camp in the city of Limassol.

Lei Nuo suddenly woke up from the tent, groping his body up and down, before waking up, he was hit by a Jin Guo iron pagoda holding a big axe, his chest was sunken with an axe, and he vomited blood and died.

It hurt him badly.

Bao Ze, who was lying next to him, looked at him suspiciously. This man woke up earlier than Lei Nuo, and the two of them looked at each other.

After a long while, he said, "Have you had a nightmare too?"

Renault was a little afraid to say: "You too? I remember, you were... pierced by an arrow in the eye socket, right?"

"Not a dream."

"That wasn't a dream at all."

Renault muttered to himself: "Do you still remember what the Grand Knight Commander told us? This is a test for us, and it is also a precious experience."

His voice was not low, and in a trance, everyone around him seemed to have returned to the battlefield full of blood and death. The Iron Buddha in the Kingdom of Jin was definitely the most terrifying and powerful enemy they had ever seen.

Even the seemingly mediocre kidnapper horse is better than most Saracen cavalry.

"If we hadn't relied on the car forts and leaned against the city wall to force those iron stupas to dismount and fight, in the wilderness, I'm afraid we would be scattered and crushed in an instant."

"Yes, even the hussars and those knights don't have such a terrifying aura."

"I really didn't expect that we could win."

"The next time we face this kind of heavily armored enemy, we still need to prepare some blunt weapons. The two-handed axes of Lord Earl's guard are good."

In the dim tent, the peasants and soldiers were talking loudly.

It wasn't just them, the whole camp was thrown into a commotion.

The military judge responsible for maintaining military discipline, Ned Stark, did not come out to maintain order immediately. Like the others, he was still recalling every scene and every scene he experienced during the battle.

He suddenly wondered: "Who is this Marshal Jill? I've never heard of it before. Why was he suddenly appointed Marshal? No one objected?",

Not far away is another camp dedicated to the knights of the order.

They were praying devoutly with cross accessories hanging on their lapels.

There is no doubt that they have just experienced a miracle.

The head of the regiment, who was far away in Constantinople, gathered all the soldiers under his command together in his sleep, and held a grand military exercise.

The place they arrived was said to be the Song Dynasty, which was located in the most east of the world, and the opponent they faced was the iron cavalry of the Khitan and Liao Dynasty in Central Asia who had easily defeated them.

The enemy is many and we are few, the enemy is strong and we are weak.

But in the end, they won the final victory by virtue of their never-back-down courage and loyalty to their heavenly father and faith.

This kind of experience has gone far beyond the scope of witchcraft in people's imagination, and it is definitely a miracle.

"Heavenly Father loves adults, so he has given him the authority to control divine power. We must assist adults wholeheartedly, defend the holy land and the smooth flow of pilgrimage routes, and spread the glory of Heavenly Father, Amen."

"Amen."

The commander of the Teutonic Knights, Hiberlander, and the other nine members of the Council of Great Knights all made the sign of the cross in front of them devoutly and chanted hymns.

Throughout the camp, there were muffled prayers of people everywhere.

If we say that in the past, although the knights of the Order respected Lothar, they were definitely not loyal. The position of the so-called grand master was more like an exchange of interests.

Lothar provided wealth, fiefs and weapons and equipment, and they returned Lothar with their sharp blades and lances.

But after they experienced the battle of Limassol, and after tonight, they really had a sense of belonging to Lothar. It was an intuition that they could win every battle with Lothar.

Hiberlander's heart was full of enthusiasm. He believed that the Teutonic Knights, under the leadership of the new Grand Master, would become a behemoth comparable to the Temple and the Knights Hospitaller.

(End of this chapter)