People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 380 The King's Worries

Saladin was waiting for an opportunity.

Baldwin IV also knew he was waiting for this opportunity.

In the eyes of the outside world, the young king, who was trapped in his own palace waiting to die, is now sitting in front of the throne, slowly covering the letter paper in front of him with a ring with a seal: "Mr. His Majesty Zong."

"Are you in a hurry?"

The little witch who was holding a thick magic book asked without raising her head.

"No rush, it's useless to rush."

It was a plea for help, but it made no difference if it was delivered early or late.

It's nothing more than doing human affairs and obeying the destiny.

In his dormitory, the aromatherapy that used to linger all day has been removed, and the remaining leper features on his body have become less and less, and he looks no different from ordinary people.

"Then I'll give it to Berrian when I leave at night."

"Ah."

Baldwin IV watched the little witch put away the letter paper, and the situation deteriorated faster than he imagined. Saleh launched a massive rebellion in Syria, which was put down in just two months.

It is said that it is because Saladin's subordinates also have the service of spellcasters.

"The war is about to break out."

All that's missing is an excuse.

He cannot restrain all the crusaders, even if peace has become the consensus of all princes.

But those lawless "foals" don't care about that.

These fanatics are lawless characters in their own territory. It is impossible to expect them to keep their own place when they come to a foreign country, and they also have the righteousness of "jihad".

It only takes one spark to set them on fire.

"When will Lothar come back?"

Nishaya replied without raising her head: "Mr. Lothar has not returned from the sea, you just asked yesterday."

Baldwin IV sighed lightly: "Yes."

"Yes."

Baldwin IV was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Nissaia, have you seen that Baselissa?"

"Follow my teacher to meet a few times."

"Really so beautiful?"

Nishaya put down the magic book a little unexpectedly, and said in surprise: "Your Majesty, do you also care about this?"

"Why can't I care about this?"

"Indeed. Basilisa is very beautiful, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"Compared to the ladies around Lothar?"

Nishaya thought for a while, feeling a little embarrassed: "It's really hard to tell which is better. If I have to say it, I can only say that each has its own merits. They don't belong to the same type."

"That seems to be a well-deserved reputation."

A trace of worry appeared on Baldwin IV's face. He had met several of Lothar's subordinates, and each of them was a rare beauty in the world. They were definitely top-notch beauties who could be compared with them.

"Are you worried that Mr. Lothar will be attracted by Basilisa's beauty, so he won't come back?"

"how come…"

His Majesty the King replied insincerely.

How can you not worry about it.

After all, it is the most honorable position in the world. Even if it is just a co-emperor in name only, it is enough to make ninety-nine out of ten nobles in this world fall in love.

Moreover, that queen is obviously not a stingy person, and she gave Lothar the title of general of the military region as soon as she came up. Doesn't it make it clear that she is trying to steal someone from me?
Baldwin IV knew that Lothar was a grateful person, but who made him a king who was so shabby compared to the emperor of the empire.

Nishaya couldn't help laughing and said: "Haha, you think too much. My teacher once complained to me, and I don't know what kind of ecstasy potion you gave Lothar to make him so devoted to you."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lothar will return to the Holy Land after finishing his business at sea."

Baldwin IV smiled awkwardly.

Today, Baldwin IV's direct armed forces are only the Royal Knights under the command of Hans and the Jerusalem Knights under the command of Baron Godfrey. The city guards under the control of Amalric of Lusignan The army can only be regarded as a local garrison, and its combat effectiveness is worrying.

The number of the former has been expanded after the war, and the number of knights has reached hundreds of people, plus attendants and sergeants, a total of more than [-] soldiers; the number of the latter is almost twice that of the former.

But with regard to this military power, it can only be ranked third in the private armed forces of the entire kingdom, and the first and second have been occupied by two powerful princes, the Duke of Raymond and the Marquis of Lothar respectively.

And Saladin is only counted directly under his own Cassakia Guards, a kind of super-heavy cavalry all wrapped in heavy armor and equipped with horses and horses. There are nearly a thousand people, not to mention the size of his army. Huge Mamluk army.

In addition, there are a large number of auxiliary legions such as Turkmen cavalry, Bedouin cavalry, Berber infantry, and Nubian infantry—generally from lower-level vassals and established mercenary regiments, and they are all professional troops that do not do production.

Less than half a year had passed since the previous war.

Although the military power of the entire kingdom is due to the enfeoffment system, the knights who died in battle have their own heirs to make up for it.

The Extinct Heirs will also be replaced by new feudal knights.

The purchased ordnance can also be reused to arm a large number of pilgrims.

But the combat effectiveness of these knights will inevitably decline.

It has nothing to do with personal force, attendants, sergeants, these people will not grow back like leeks after they die.

A well-trained armored sergeant is by no means comparable to ordinary town militiamen and recruited old farmers. A knight who has just obtained a fief, has not yet accumulated wealth, and cannot even arm his attendants will have a sharp drop in combat effectiveness.

More importantly - Jerusalem is out of money.

The previous formation of an army of [-] pilgrims almost used up the military funds left by Henry II (the father of Richard the Lionheart) in the big treasury.

The abbey and the lords of various places must still have money, but it is really not an easy task to get this money from them.

He was able to do it when he just won the battle of Mengisa and his prestige was in full swing.

But not now.

Baldwin needed Lothar's support.

But Lothar, who is on two boats, already has the capital to retreat even if he loses all the territory of the Holy Land, which makes Baldwin IV somewhat at a loss.

Nishaya was a little puzzled and said: "Your Majesty, why don't you take over the government again, and let those who underestimate you know that you are the supreme monarch of the kingdom."

"A king is never supreme."

Baldwin IV sighed: "At least, it is not in the Kingdom of Jerusalem. It is purely a group of victors. After distributing the fruits, the Norman Prince Bohemond got Antioch; Godfrey of Bouillon got Jerusalem; Raymond of Toulouse for Tripoli; Baldwin of Boulogne for Edessa."

"Among them, only the titles of Godfrey of Bouillon, Guardian of the Holy Tomb, and First Archon of Jerusalem are elected."

"Do you think that even if I stand up now, I can make things right?"

Baldwin IV looked a little regretful. If he had just led the army to defeat Saladin, if he could cure such ailments, he would naturally be able to make great achievements.

But now.
When he stood up again, he was no different from the old emperor on the sick bed. When the twins took the throne, he suddenly lifted the quilt and stood up, announcing that he could continue for another 30 years-not only the two crown princes could not stand it, but behind the two crown princes People who bet on bets can't stand it either.

...

Black sea bottom.

The ghost ship is still moving forward in the sea at a high speed.

"Six six, I won, pay for it!"

On the deck, Lothar looked proudly at the unbelievable zombie sailors on the opposite side. During this period of time, with his agility beyond ordinary people, without relying on mental power to cheat, he just honed an amazing ability. The technique of rolling the dice.

The betting zombie sailor could only obediently pay, and kept complaining: "My lord, you have been too outrageous recently, just six ones, six sixes, if this continues, who would want to play dice with you? "

Lothar put the silver coin in his hand into his pocket, and raised his eyebrows: "I didn't cheat, it all depends on my level, I am willing to admit defeat, don't let me look down on you, okay?"

"Yes!"

The back molars of the zombie sailor are about to shatter.

"Attention, it's about to float!"

Captain Hogg's loud voice sounded: "The Golden Horn is ahead, my lord, I will send you to the shore and wait nearby."

Lothar said with a smile: "Don't wait too long, I will return after giving Anna the ruby ​​that Duke Nikephoros asked for. I have been away from home for too long, and I can't wait to return to the territory."

The one-horned nightmare beast happily paced its horseshoes on the deck, and seemed to realize that it was about to breathe the fresh air on the sea surface, and couldn't wait to pull Lothar's sleeve with its mouth.

It's no wonder that the knights from Europe have an astonishing loss rate of their mounts.

Even an extraordinary warhorse like the one-horned nightmare beast has become sickly to the naked eye after being held in the cabin for so many days.

(End of this chapter)