People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 378 Princess
Calleburg.

Looking at Kaleburg again after a few months, it has become quite dilapidated.

Although the ruins of the city wall that had been knocked down by the catapults had been cleared away, there were still traces of fire in many places. There were quite a few caravans passing by and people entering the city to sell their goods.

Sitting high on the lord's throne, the majestic man was Renard of Chatillon, who hadn't shown up for many days, and his new wife, Eleanor of Languedoc, looked gentle and dignified, wearing a A small and delicate golden crown, sitting beside the throne.

Although they are old couples and young wives, their relationship after marriage is pretty good.

In private, it was said that Leonard had asked an alchemist for a secret medicine that could improve fertility. During this time, he had been working hard. Eleanor, who looked like a young woman, looked at her husband with admiration on her face.

Although he often looks reckless and vulgar, Leonard is actually a handsome and charming middle-aged man. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to defeat countless competitors by virtue of his birth as the second son of a small baron, and become the consort of Grand Duchess Constance. husband.

After being captured and imprisoned for more than ten years, after losing the title of Duke of Antioch due to the death of Grand Duchess Constance, she was favored by Countess Stephanie of Transjordan.

At this time.

A ragged knight broke into the lord's hall and shouted: "My lord, an army of Saracens is marching towards Kaleburg. They broke through our border post, and I was the only one who managed to escape."

"Saladin is planning to make a comeback so soon."

Leonard's face was gloomy for a while. He thought that Saladin had been defeated in the city before, and he would have to recuperate for at least a year or two before making a comeback again.

Eleanor panicked: "Are those pagan warriors?"

When she came, she was robbed by Saracens on the way. Those Mamluk warriors who came and went like wind in the desert left a deep impression on her.

In the lord's hall, all the courtiers also had serious expressions.

"How many are they?"

The knight was helped to the seat, drank a glass of wine and said: "I don't know. It was dark at the time. A quick look shows that there are no less than a thousand people holding torches. They are all well-equipped Mamluk cavalry. I suspect that it is Saladin." of the Praetorian Guard."

A knight said, "My lord, do you want to ask the lord of Hebron for help?"

"Kid Lothar?"

Leonard's reaction was great: "Ask him for help? Don't forget, I am the real lord of Transjordan. That brat kid relied on some petty profits to buy off the idiots of Argon and Moreno, don't you? Do you also want me to kneel in front of him and hold his stinky feet?"

The knight who made the suggestion turned pale for a while. Of course, he knew that saying this would definitely anger Leonard, but right now, there is really no other good way. Fort Kale, which has not been repaired, cannot withstand another tragic attack. The defense of the city is over.

Eleanor's expression on the side changed slightly. For Lothar, the enemy of her husband, she actually had a good impression in her heart. Such a young man with great military exploits was still the benefactor who saved himself from the heretics. It's really hard to bring up the bad feeling.

It's just that she also knew that she couldn't go against her husband's thoughts, so she said, "Why don't you write to His Majesty the King, he will make a wise decision."

The knight was slightly startled, and quickly said: "Yes."

What is the difference between asking the king for help and asking for help from Count Lothar?It's nothing more than looking better.

"and many more!"

Leonard said suddenly: "Follow me to the city wall to see what these damned heretics are planning. If Saladin really intends to tear up the armistice agreement, he probably won't use this kind of surprise attack."

After all, it is an old antique that has experienced wind and rain, Leonard has gradually recovered from the initial panic.

Saladin had a good reputation.

In his court, not only Saracens, Christians, but also Jews, all considered him a benevolent and wise monarch.

Some people say that he is fishing for fame, while others think that his ambition and cunning are like poisonous snakes hidden under his superficial virtues.

But what Leonard must admit is that even Saladin is in disguise.

To let him tear off his disguise is also a heavy price, and it is a last resort. He doesn't think Saladin will choose to go to war so easily.

He walked quickly to the city wall.

In the distance, dust and smoke can already be seen everywhere.

Soon you can see armored cavalry, wearing black masks and hoods, fully armed and coming to the bottom of the city wall, just a stone's throw away from the city.

His guards also suffered heavy casualties in previous wars. After he lost the title of earl, many courtiers served him temporarily, and the knights who hoped to obtain a fief also abandoned him.

Right now, his guards are only a few hundred people, and the enemies under the city are only roughly counted, there are nearly a thousand armored cavalry alone.

It's just that although this army is huge in number, it doesn't carry siege equipment, transport food, and transport conscripts.

Leonard breathed a sigh of relief: "Although there are many enemy troops, these people alone are not enough to defeat Fort Kale."

"Look, my lord, they sent someone over."

I saw a general wearing a spine helmet and a silk robe running out of the enemy team.

He came to the city and called out: "Where is Renard of Châtillon?"

Leonard poked his head out and replied: "I am, a despicable heretic, why did you tear up the agreement between your master and my king and invade my territory without authorization?"

General Saracen put his hand on his chest and said loudly: "We set out from Damascus to escort our Lord's sister, Princess Basma, to a pilgrimage to the Holy Land of Hashem."

He paused slightly, and said again: "The conflict with Your Excellency's sentry post was all caused by a misunderstanding. Her Royal Highness has sent someone to restrain the body of Your Excellency's sentry. I would like to pay a box of gold coins as compensation for this misunderstanding."

"Misunderstand?"

A trace of anger flashed in Leonard's eyes.

Fucking misunderstanding.

It seems that Saladin really wanted to find an excuse to start a war against the kingdom again.

He frowned. It would be of no benefit to him to go to war with Saladin right now. As a result, his status was no longer what it used to be. Even if the war broke out, it would be difficult to get much benefit for himself.

On the contrary, it was because his territory was at the border, and if a fight really started, the territory that had already been looted would be burned to the ground.

"Since it was a misunderstanding, I am willing to accept your master's apology, but as the lord of Kaleburg appointed by His Majesty the King, I cannot allow such a huge army of your master to pass through the border."

Leonard suppressed his anger and said: "Your princess, you can only bring a guard of more than ten people at most, otherwise, I will regard your actions as a signal to start war."

The general below shouted: "But Your Excellency Leonard, considering your bad record and bad reputation of repeated treachery, my master will never allow Her Royal Highness, with only a few dozen guards, to cross the border. , This is irresponsible for the safety of His Royal Highness Tusma."

A group of Saracen soldiers laughed.

In previous years, Leonard, as the Earl of Transjordan, would often plunder some pilgrim teams. Of course, no one should say anything about this. Although Saladin and Baldwin IV had already signed a contract to ensure the free passage of pilgrims from both sides, but Lords on all sides have cases of non-compliance.

Especially some lords from the European continent who are used to robbers. They can even plunder their own caravans, let alone pagan caravans. Whoever stops them from getting rich is the enemy.

(End of this chapter)