People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 387
In the end, Durham got the old Hassan's "precious armor" as he wished.

This is a set of Gulam cavalry armor, the iron grommets are interlocked, and the anti-rust grease is applied on it.

He spread out the disassembled components one by one on the table, and looked at them carefully. It seemed to be well maintained, but it was too old, and the ring pieces were relatively large, not as dense as the fine chain mail.

On some of the broken lock rings, obvious traces of recasting can be seen, and the craftsmanship is not very good, presumably it is because the repairing blacksmith is very average.

But Drem is still full of joy, this is not only a set of armor, but also a status symbol.

For the nomads with expensive iron, it was definitely the aristocratic class of the nomads who could wear armor. Even the Crusaders, only the richer sergeant class could wear armor, and the bottom soldiers could only wear a burqa at most.

"Father, please help me put it on."

Durham said to his own father with some excitement.

As a conscript who prepares his own equipment, what kind of equipment he prepares often determines his occupation. Although Lothar is considered a big business now, after some military expansion, the arsenal is still so empty that mice can run.

The newly forged plate armor should not only be sold in Jerusalem to generate income, but also give priority to meeting the needs of the imperial knights. The individual crude breastplates must also be given priority to the standing army and local guards.

Therefore, for conscripts like Drem, it is impossible for the Hebron court that Coors is in charge of temporarily to be responsible for meeting their equipment needs. At most, it is for those who are unarmed. Shield of leather.

The father helped Durham put on the armor, looked up and down at his son, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional on his face: "It looks like a real cavalryman—but don't get too complacent, with those murderous Mamulu Kebi, you are a new recruit, and you must take your own life as the most important thing."

Durham nodded and said: "I know, I plan to talk to Sir Ulm, if he is willing, I want to be his subordinate's squire, it is definitely much safer and more convenient than directly going to the battlefield. It is possible that Lord Ulm will take a fancy to him and be his cavalry attendant."

"Lord Ulm is indeed trustworthy."

The old man was silent for a while, hesitant to speak—there was nothing more worth admonishing, after all, how can going to the battlefield be dangerous?
It is easier to be a light cavalryman than an infantryman with a spear, and it is easier to escape when the battle is not good.

Durham comforted: "Don't worry, old man, don't you know my riding skills? If I'm really going to lose the battle, I'm sure I can run faster than anyone else."

The old man pondered for a while. As a nomad with little knowledge, he had also fought against wolves and robbers, but that was still too far away from a real war.

"Tomorrow remember to go to your little friends and unite them together. Lions are also afraid of groups of hyenas. Everyone is a tribe. On the battlefield, only you can trust each other."

"Dad, don't worry, since the brothers died in battle, everyone is listening to me now."

He put on the face-covered mail helmet, only showing a pair of eyes: "Well, I can't breathe, this set is really heavy, mom, make me a set of leather shoulder guards."

The loving woman on the side smiled and replied: "Okay, there is just a piece of lambskin in the storeroom, which your father bought from the cobbler the day before yesterday. I will make it for you with the oil lamp later, and you will get it tomorrow morning." its."

The old man said from the side: "Take it off, did Sheikh teach you how to maintain it? This iron thing can't be washed with water, right?"

"Of course, this thing needs to be washed with sand - the very fine kind, rub it carefully, and oil it every time after washing, it will be bad if it happens to be rainy, but fortunately the rain here is like a pretty girl rare."

The old man spat: "You are not a big or small brat."

...

In the early morning of the next day, Durham took ten carefully selected friends and embarked on the journey to the city of Alandelle.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when he was riding on the back of a camel, he felt that the pedestrians on the road looked at him differently.

Some nomads driving their flocks would even make way for him in trepidation, calling him "Master".

How can I be called a master.

Only Lord Ulm, who is qualified to wear a knight with his own coat of arms on the silver plate armor, is eligible to be called a master!

I will also become a knight in the future!

When he arrived at Alain Dele, he couldn't help slowing down, and whispered: "Don't provoke those people in rags, they are probably so-called ascetic monks, if you provoke them, the guards will throw you into it." drowned in a water dungeon."

Even though his heart was a little flustered, Durham still knew very well that this was the territory of the Franks, but the lord was more open-minded.

The little friends nodded one after another, looking at this city they had never set foot in with the eyes of Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden——Among these people, only Durim had been here.

Ahead, came a group of knights wearing cross robes and plate armor. He hurriedly led his friends out of the way. Martial arts are superb.

"When will we be like them?"

One of the little friends sighed enviously.

Durham looked at everyone's eyes, he laughed and said: "That's not okay, these are knights of the order, the kind that can never get married, Senmut, if you dare to become a priest, your mother will definitely Kill you."

Everyone laughed, and the tense and cowardly atmosphere gradually disappeared.

Durham said loudly: "If we want to be a real knight like Lord Ulm, we can have our own fief, no different from the lord. At that time, maybe your father will have to bow to you when he sees you Woolen cloth."

In fact, there is still a difference between the knights and the lords of the Borderlands of Transjordan.

Ulm is the inspector and local guard appointed by Lothar. He has no ownership of the land, but only management rights.

It's just that most people don't know the inside story.

Step into the expansive City Hall.

Durham immediately saw Ulm, who was sitting at the desk, arranging documents and wearing a soft hat with goose feathers.

"Lord Ulm!"

"Little Drem?"

Ulm, who was sitting at the table, raised his head in surprise, and looked at the smug young man: "Is Old Hassan willing to pass on his precious armor to you?"

"Yeah, it's useless for Sheikh to keep it."

"Well, the manpower required by the call-up order is all here, right?"

"They're waiting outside the door. There are ten of them, not less than one, and they're all young lads. They're skilled at riding and can shoot bows and arrows on hunchbacks. We've all fought against Rauf's regular army before."

There was water in Drem's words for sure. Although Rauf's soldiers were not very elite, it was easy to wipe out a group of nomads.

But Ulm knew that the old Hassan's tribe was indeed chased by Rauf's troops on the way of migration. The two parties should have had a brief confrontation. This is no problem. This is much better than half of the recruits. up.

"Good job."

"Hey, my lord, do you think I am qualified to be a cavalry captain now?"

Ulm thought for a while: "Drem, you are a very clever young man. Since you have accepted the call and are proud of your armor, I am also happy to grant you the responsibility of cavalry captain, and let you govern your people."

"Thank you sir!"

Durham's face was full of surprise.

Ulm shook his head and said, "Don't be too happy, the Coors Consul recruited you to be scouts."

"It's easier to gain merit than being an ordinary soldier, but it's also much more dangerous. You have to know that this is when the Saracens control the sky. Being a scout for a pathfinder can easily become one of those hunters. The souls of the eagle's claws."

Durham was slightly taken aback.

This is indeed a problem.

"Don't worry, my lord. Although the Saracens started as nomads, they are still far behind us Kurds. I know a little about falcon taming, but I don't have the blood of the Eagle Whisperer."

Ulm's eyes lit up: "Oh? How are you going to deal with Falcon?"

Durham said confidently: "The beasts are huge and eat a lot of meat for a meal, so they have to return to eat after flying for a long time, and it is impossible to hover above our heads forever."

"But Saladin is famous for being rich, and feeding dozens of falcons is not a problem for him at all."

Ulm sighed, feeling that he was also in a hurry to go to the doctor.

The falconer team formed by Muller only has three falcons. It is no different from Saladin's army. It is not easy to win this battle under the premise of losing air supremacy.

"Okay, Durham, get ready to go to the boot camp in Hebron. Your Frankish is pretty good, so you should be able to go on your own."

Durham stammered, "My lord, don't I want to be by your side?"

Ulm said sternly: "Drem, everyone must obey the unified command in wartime, and I am the same as you. Once a war breaks out, I am just an ordinary cavalry soldier, and I must obey the orders of my superiors."

If it was Ryan, an infantry officer like Mordel would definitely continue to serve as an officer during the war.

But the cavalry commander has Lothar, Jeanne and Hans, so it is impossible for Ulm to lead the army alone.

He got up, adjusted his clothes for Durham, and said: "Train well, the boot camp will be the place where you will be reborn and become a truly qualified cavalryman. It is the foundation for you to save your life in this battle."

The boot camp in Hebron has such a unique magical power. After every recruit comes in, within a week, they can line up in a fairly neat queue and stab the enemy with a spear.

Because this thing is also a product of the system, it naturally increases the speed of recruit training.

However, it is also effective for recruits to master some basic skills, such as formation, basic riding, basic swordsmanship, and spear stabbing.

Slightly more advanced ones, such as spear sprinting and Parthian tactics, have no additional boost at all.

But as long as the recruits are qualified enough.

Those with truly outstanding talents will be selected and trained as professional soldiers, that is, the standing army.

Among them, those who have made great achievements will enter various special military camps and be transferred to special companies such as wing cavalry and equipped archer cavalry.

There are quite a few of these heroes. Many of them are still queuing up for the opportunity to change jobs after several successive battles.

The rest have no talent for fighting, and basically belong to the militias in various towns. They usually work in agriculture. When encountering foreign invasion, they will take up arms and fight under the organization of local officials.

Ulm watched Durham's somewhat disappointed back, fell silent for a moment, and looked up out the window.

In Alandelle in the afternoon, the shade of the trees rustled.

Groups of stevedores were gathering together to play dice, laughing happily from time to time.

The ascetic monks talked softly with the patients who came from afar to ask for medical treatment and asked about their condition.

The young abbot knights, holding wine bottles and playing homemade Gwent cards in an unobtrusive corner—they who swore their lifelong vows had no money left to buy genuine card packs, but because everyone No, there is no such thing as genuine piracy.

It is not known how long this peaceful scene will last.

He whispered: "Master, I don't know if your ideal of insisting on building a heaven on earth in the Holy Land is right or wrong, but I will always stand by your side."

...

Jerusalem, in the palace gardens.

"Lord Hans!"

"Lord Conrad."

Hans nodded to the son of the Marquis who was walking across.

This "former Caesar of the Empire" received great courtesy in Jerusalem. On the one hand, the Marquis of Monferrato had just come on a pilgrimage a few days ago. All formed friendships.

On the other hand, although they always look down on the Greeks, the Eastern Empire is actually the well-deserved center of continental Europe, recognized as the city of longing for the world.

Conrad, who was able to sit on the high position of Caesar in the Empire in Constantinople, and the Jerusalem nobles who gave up such a prominent high position for the sake of faith, gave him a high evaluation.

King Baldwin also appointed him Commander of the Royal Knights, acting temporarily as Hans' deputy.

In fact, this should only be an excessive position. If Conrad can make great achievements, even if he is not too outstanding compared to others, His Majesty the King will still not be stingy with the reward of a fief.

This is why Conrad made his choice.

Whether it is to be a Caesar who is noble on the surface and has no shortage of food and clothing, but is actually just a mascot, and may suffer from backstabbing and be tortured to death in the dungeon; or in the Holy Land, give full play to his strengths and defend his beliefs with swords , Is it good to make contributions?

"You have something to do with me?"

Hans also had a good impression of Conrad. He was an upright, courageous and resourceful man. He handled his affairs in an orderly manner not long after he arrived, and he was much more reliable than most of the illiterate Frankish knights. .

"Lord Hans, I would like to delay for a few days and go to New Habsburg to make a pilgrimage to the Holy Tree."

Hans was a little surprised: "At this time?"

"I have finished taking care of the affairs at hand. All the equipment in the arsenal is complete, the grain depot has sufficient rations, and the medicines donated by Father Uldin have also been sealed properly..."

"Master Conrad, you are really capable. You can go, but you have to go back early, no one knows when war will break out."

"I will, and... I want to trouble you with one thing. I hope to order a few sets of plate armor for my attendants, but the reservation is already over fifty. Before the war comes, I will not be able to catch up anyway. .”

Conrad was a little helpless about this.

These reservations are not all orders from the knights of the Holy Land. As far as Constantinople, there are many servants of the nobles who come with their own master's size and want to order a set of refined plate armor.

These customers were conquered by Lothar's "Seller's Show" at the competition, and they made a lot of money. The blacksmith workshop in charge of Marles really had no reason to refuse.

Hans said helplessly: "There is no other way. Your lord made such a rule before he left... Well, let me ask Lord Marles for you. He is the chief master craftsman appointed by my lord. If there is any remaining standard size plate armor, I will take it for you."

"Then thank you, Mr. Hans."

Hans said with a smile: "It's a trivial matter. We are not only robes fighting side by side, but also colleagues serving the Royal Knights. It is only natural to help each other."

The followers under Conrad's command also belonged to the Royal Knights for the time being. Most of them were formerly settled in Constantinople and had participated in the "Latin Knights" soldiers, and their combat effectiveness was still very reliable.

"In the next few days, you will have to worry about the affairs of the Knights."

Conrad said apologetically.

As the commander, he was only responsible for logistical affairs, and there were many and cumbersome things, so it wasn't really a good position.

"This is what I do."

After the two said goodbye, Conrad, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped.

"Master Hans, will Count Lothar come back?"

"of course."

A wry smile appeared on Conrad's face.

During this period of time, the nobles and commoners in Jerusalem were all extolling his pious deeds, but in fact Conrad knew very well that he was not as noble as others said, and if he could be friends with the noble princess in purple, he would have to suffer. The queen favored him, and he would never leave Constantinople anyway.

After all, that is the dream of countless people.

"Any thing else?"

Hans frowned slightly.

Conrad shook his head and said, "Sorry, I offended you."

He drew the sign of the cross on his chest: "May Heavenly Father bless you, Master Hans."

(End of this chapter)