People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 39 Raid
It is extremely difficult to build a stone castle in an oasis in the desert.

Especially in the territory of Kokbu, there is no river passing by for transporting bricks.

Abdullah was sitting on horseback, chatting with Lothar.

"I know Cockett. He is a cruel and ruthless opponent. His army alone has hundreds of elite cavalry. If he is given enough time, he can learn from the clans and chiefs who are loyal to him. In the hands of Bang, a huge army of thousands of people was assembled."

Lothar frowned, this is a powerful lord who is more powerful than Baron Godfrey.

If his territory was not located in this barren desert, where even a castle could not be built, he would never have given the slightest thought to this lord.

"But he won't have the time."

Lothar looked serious and looked confident: "We will take this wooden fort before the enemy reacts, Abdullah, we can do it."

Abdullah put his hand on his shoulder and nodded slightly: "I never doubted this."

The Kurdish soldiers gathered the scattered horses, stripped off the armor of the dead, or picked out the armor pieces that were still usable, and discarded the heavy armor.

In this era, scale armor is obviously inferior to chain armor in terms of defense alone.

But in terms of aesthetics, the scale armor is much better than the dark chain armor.

In addition to the beautiful appearance, the biggest advantage of scale armor is that it is simple in process, easy to produce on a large scale, and easy to maintain. It only needs to be disassembled and replaced.

It is suitable for forming an industrial chain and mass production to equip the army.

This is also the reason why the Eastern Empire, the Sasanian Empire, and the Ayub Empire, which have a vast territory and a high degree of centralization, prefer scale armor.

To this day, the armored cavalry of the Eastern Empire are still equipped with scale armor, but at the same time, under their scale armor, they also wear a lined chain armor shirt to ensure their defense.

Lothar and his party changed their blood-stained clothes, pretended to be a Bedouin tribute team, brought camels, mounts, and hid weapons and weapons under the car.

Walk slowly towards the wooden castle in the oasis.

The wooden castle of Kokbu is located in the center of the oasis, next to a beautiful lake like a mirror.

The guards guarding the city gate and the city wall saw the crowd from a distance and scolded the convoy to stop.

Abdullah shouted loudly: "We are under the command of Lord Kemul of Ould, and we are paying tribute to the honorable Governor Kaukb."

"Under Lord Kemul's command?"

The guards guarding the city greeted them vigilantly: "Isn't it always Aladdin who escorts the tribute? Who are you? Why haven't I seen you?"

The bodies of the Kurdish soldiers tensed up, and their breathing became heavy.

The atmosphere is extremely dignified.

The guard realized something was wrong and wanted to say something. At this moment, Fringila took two steps forward on her horse, and a crisp female voice sounded:

"Are you sure you haven't seen me?"

"You guys?"

The guard looked a little dazed.

Furingilla's eyes flickered with a dark red light, but it was not so obvious under the dazzling sunlight.

The man spoke halfway, but he seemed to have forgotten what he wanted to say before.

He thought thoughtfully: "Yes, I have seen you, you are Lord Kemul's subordinate, that's right, open the city gate and let our guests from afar enter the city."

The gate of the wooden castle was thus opened.

Abdullah looked at Lothar with some doubts, Lothar looked indifferent, and said casually: "Go into the city, this time the tribute includes exquisite porcelain from the Song Empire, which was when we robbed Saladin's caravan. Handle the trophies you have obtained with care, if it is damaged, Master Kokbu will not forgive you."

Lothar looked as usual, but the sweat on his temples still betrayed his mood.

Fringila's charm can only have an effect on people with unstable minds. Like the Governor Savodin encountered last time, it almost had the opposite effect. Fortunately, Abdullah was quick-witted and dealt with it.

But it seems that people like Governor Savodin are in the minority after all.

A group of people entered the wooden castle like this. The guards didn't even ask them to unload their weapons. Only two people lifted the tribute covered with felt cloth, and after confirming that it was correct, they covered it again.

Everything went unbelievably well.

The female relatives and servants in the castle watched everyone curiously.

Lothar looked at the guards on the wall of the wooden castle, and saw that their vigilance was not strong, and few people were even willing to continue to stand guard on the wall under the scorching sun.

Then he waved his hand and whispered: "Do it, destroy any enemies who take up weapons."

A servant noticed the group's small movements and was about to question them loudly.

A throwing ax flew past Lothar's ear, and with a clang sound, it embedded into the servant's skull.

The maid next to her was spattered with blood.

The scream resounded through the entire wooden castle in an instant.

Lothar picked up half a sword in his hand, rushed forward with the Kurdish soldiers, and rushed into the wooden castle.

Sturdy armor allows them to ignore most ranged attacks.

It has to be admitted that this Kurdish cavalry team is definitely a very elite force, no less than a cavalry team composed of twenty knights and their attendants, whether it is infantry or cavalry combat.

But although Lothar is greedy, he has no intention of soliciting.

Baron Godfrey kindly borrowed troops for himself, if he still undercuts the wall, is he still human?

Shouting and killing.

Smoke billowed from the tower.

Abdullah said anxiously: "We must deal with them quickly, otherwise we will have no place to retreat when the cavalry under Kokbu's command come to support us."

Lothar kicked the enemy in front of him, stepped on him, and stabbed half of his sword into the opponent's throat.

"I know, Abdullah, you lead someone to deal with the defenders on the city wall, and I'll go find Kaukb!"

A servant suddenly jumped up from the ground, hugged Lothar's calf, and chiseled his calf with a hammer.

At this time, his pupils suddenly swelled.

With a bang, the eyeball burst, and blood gushed out from it.

Losa nodded slightly to Fringila, and led the soldiers into the manor guarded by the wooden castle without looking back.

The decoration in the manor is very exquisite.

Exquisite murals on the walls, all kinds of exotic utensils and furniture are neatly arranged.

The alien maids in cool clothes let out sharp screams, avoiding the bloody man in front of him like a murderous star descending into the world in horror.

Lothar had no time to appreciate these and went straight in.

Passing through a threshold, there is a howling wind in front of you.

The hammer hit Lothar's iron helmet, shaking his head for a while.

Regardless of the dizziness, he raised his shield and slammed forward, knocking the man staggering. Behind him, a Kurdish soldier had already thrown a throwing axe, which hit the man between the eyebrows.

He was a burly, shirtless man with a hammer in his hand.

Their attack speed was too fast, and many soldiers in the manor had no time to put on their armor, and at least [-]% of their combat power was cut by half.

Lothar picked up the hammer in the man's hand. The two-handed sword was not easy to swing in a narrow room, so it was not as easy to use as this hammer.

A group of people approached quickly.

The further you go, the quieter it becomes.

The wooden castle is like a small maze, there are too many places to hide.

At this moment, he twitched his lower nostrils lightly. The smell was very familiar, like the aroma of heather.

Following the scent, he opened a cabinet door, revealing behind it a naked woman of an alien race.

"Can you understand Kurdish?"

The foreign woman nodded in horror.

"Where's Cockbug?"

The woman pointed behind Lothar, taking advantage of the moment Lothar turned his head, took out a dagger, aimed at his neck and stabbed it fiercely.

But at this time, Lothar, like a prophet, directly took a step back. While avoiding the dagger, his big hands like iron pincers directly strangled the opponent's neck.

The woman's eyes were full of unwillingness.

Lothar frowned: "The traces of performance are too heavy, you are not afraid at all, are you a dead man raised by Kokbu?"

The woman didn't reply, her face full of resentment.

"Let's talk, Kokbu trained you just to send you to a hostile lord in the future, so that you can wait for an opportunity to assassinate him. I killed him, but I set you free."

The woman still didn't answer, with a stubborn and fierce expression, which made people wonder what kind of entanglement she had with Kokbu.

"But I don't have the time."

Click.

Losa let go of the woman's hand, and looked at Fringila: "She is not wearing clothes, and there is no bathtub or anything like that in the room. There is a high probability that she just made out with Kokbu. Can you track her down?"

Furingilla sniffed, nodded and said, "Come with me."

They followed Fringilla through narrow corridors and gardens, and came to a quiet room behind the wooden castle.

"Come out, Kokbu, your woman has betrayed you."

Lothar said loudly.

boom--

The door was pushed open, and a burly man in iron armor rushed out with a hideous face.

Lothar looked at a Kurdish cavalry beside him.

He shook his head: "He's not Kokbu, let me deal with him."

With that said, he drew out his weapon and went up to meet him.

Lothar walked around the two people who were fighting together, looked at each other with Fringila and Banruo, and just about to enter the room, saw that Banruo had already walked in first.

boom--

The hammer roared.

Prajna's figure is as stable as Mount Tai, standing still.

Her footsteps did not stop, and she rushed forward like an unstoppable chariot.

boom--

The strong and persistent man was knocked to the ground directly.

Kockb held a mace in each hand, got up from the ground, and let out a roar: "Who are you, dare to attack me, great Kockb! My soldiers will come and slaughter you Exhausted."

Lothar snorted coldly: "You humble man, when you offend our lord Saladin, you should think that one day, we are not Assassin's dirty assassins, and I will give you a fair chance to fight."

Kokebu's complexion changed, and he shouted, "Okay!"

He made a posture, Lothar waved his hand, and a blood spear immediately gathered in Fringilla's hand.

Kokbu said in astonishment: "Devil, this is the power of the devil. You lied to me, you said you would fight me fairly."

Lothar smiled and said: "This is already fair."

boom--

The Blood Spear easily pierced Cockbu's armor, pinning him to the wall behind him.

Lothar swung his sword and chopped off Kokbu's head, and walked out of the room without looking back.

He helped the Kurdish cavalry to deal with his opponent, and said in a loud voice: "Count the spoils immediately, we have limited time, and only take things that are easy to carry and have high value."

In the room behind him, there was a bang at this moment.

Blood splattered.

That was the sound of Fringilla's blood spear exploding.

Lothar climbed onto the top of the wall, raised his hand, Kokbu's head, and shouted: "Your lord Kokbu is dead, give up resistance now, and those who surrender will not be killed!"

(End of this chapter)