People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

All Crusader nobles are preparing for the battle intensively, and Leonard is no exception.

In the barracks at Kaleburg, his sergeants were distributing ordnance to conscripts.

He wore a bright red silk cloak, a red beard that was trimmed neatly around his jaw, and a Norman helmet on his head, pressed against a mail turban—a barrel that was more heavily guarded and sultry. Helmets, many Crusader nobles prefer this kind of Norman helmets that can reveal half of their faces and are cheaper.

The equestrian attendant who hurried over from Jerusalem came before Leonard: "My lord, the news has come back. His Majesty the King refuses to give up the territory of Rauf and Zayn. When the envoy leaves the border, the war can be declared to begin." .”

Leonard sneered, "Oh, as expected."

"Now, Lothar has also become a sinner who broke the peace treaty. I want to see how this little king should deal with him."

The attendant opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Leonard said impatiently: "If you have anything to say, just say it, hesitating."

"His Majesty's leprosy has been cured."

"what?"

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Leonard's face was filled with disbelief, and he grabbed the horse attendant by the collar: "How could leprosy be cured, are you sure you saw it with your own eyes?"

The attendant nodded with some fear: "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. His Majesty the King's appearance is no different from that of a normal person. People in Jerusalem say that this is the result of the blessing of the Heavenly Father."

Leonard let go of his attendants weakly. He originally hoped that Lothar would be punished so that he could restore his title and reputation, but now it seems that there is no hope at all.

Do not!
Not necessarily!
At such a critical moment, Lothar abandoned the holy land. As long as he performed well in this battle and made enough credit, even if the little king recovered his health and recast the king's authority, he must be rewarded.

"Come on, prepare your horses. I will immediately lead a troop of cavalry to the Holy Land to meet our King His Majesty."

he shouted.

"Wait, my lord, there is one more thing."

The attendant was a little embarrassed.

"Say, what bad news is there, let's finish it at once next time!"

Leonard said coldly with a cold face.

"Coors in the south has issued a call-up order to you, requiring you to send a team of at least [-] infantry and [-] heavily armed troops to join the coalition forces in Transjordan within the specified time limit."

"Who is Coors?"

Leonard froze for a moment: "The treasurer from Lothar?"

"Yes, my lord."

Leonard sneered and said, "That's a Jewish businessman who weighs pennies and pennies. He sells his soul to the devil and gold coins. Why should he send me a summons?"

"Are you going to turn them down?"

Leonard hesitated, but shook his head and said:
"No, just ignore them, just pretend that we haven't received a call-up order at all. I am a front-line general in Kaleburg, and I am responsible for guarding the gate. If the troops are dispatched and the eastern border of the kingdom is lost, whose responsibility is it?"

The emaciated camel was bigger than a horse. Although his vitality was severely injured, Leonard was still the most powerful nobleman in the Holy Land, second only to Duke Raymond and Marquis Lothar.

Moreover, he got a valuable dowry by marrying Eleanor, and Eleanor was also a devout believer, so it would not be a problem to persuade her to spend the money to recruit soldiers for him.

Coupled with his savings over the years, Leonard estimated that he should be able to gather nearly [-] soldiers and horses. Although it is a bit difficult to maintain, it can't be less than his immediate boss, Lothar's headquarters.

He still has to rely on this army to help him regain his lost territories and titles.

At least let King Baldwin see that holding Transjordan in his own hands is more useful than holding it in Lothar's hands!

Hebron, Andreas, who had just arrived in Hebron with Alandre's order knights, was sitting at the table with some distress, looking at the thick pile of documents accumulated in front of him.

He was appointed by Coors as the logistics chief of the Trans-Jordanian coalition forces. He was not only responsible for arranging the coalition forces from various places that would arrive one after another, planning their camps, but also maintaining logistical supplies after the army was dispatched.

It is very difficult to maintain the logistics of an army of [-], even in Gaul, let alone a holy land that lacks water and is full of deserts.

If it is fighting in the local area, the logistics line can also be replenished through the tree of life and the two oases of the mother and child, reducing the logistics pressure to a certain extent.

If you are fighting on the northern border, you will have to carry along the way, and you don't know how many clay pots to hold water.

What kind of huge numbers of carts, horses, and camels are responsible for maintaining such a supply line?
Just thinking about this question made Andreas feel his scalp go numb.

"Master Coors, is this the assessment you gave me? Is the difficulty too high?"

He looked at the chief executive in black robe standing in the backlight, his expression was full of distress.

Coors said indifferently: "It's time to test your learning results, don't worry, don't you manage the food and drink of tens of thousands of people when you govern Alandele?"

"Can that be the same?"

Andreas couldn't help complaining.

Moreover, he did not govern Alandelle alone. The monks and knights of St. Lazarus were all his important assistants.

"There are indeed difficulties. All the scribes and clerks in Hebron are under your jurisdiction. Andreas, if you can't prove that you have outstanding talents, how can you win the favor of adults?"

"Or, are you really willing to be an ordinary official with the title of knight?"

Coors's voice was light and ethereal. Even though he was standing in front of him, the voice seemed to come from behind him.

He looked at Coors with some surprise.

"Don't look at me with such eyes, you should be very clear, not only the adults, but also me, Hans, and several ladies all possess extraordinary and refined power, even if only a little bit of it is given to you, it will be enough for you to benefit from it. "

"You know very well that even if I don't say this, I will do my best."

Andreas smiled wryly: "I'm just worried that if I don't do well, it will affect the direction of this war."

Coors chuckled and said, "Don't worry, if you can't even do it well, it's likely that others won't be able to do it well. Besides, I plan to give you some small help, which will make your energy more powerful." abundant."

"What help?"

Coors's smile, with his back to the icon painted on the wall, looked like a deceptive devil: "Are you willing to embrace blood?"

Andreas shivered, and he stammered: "Is it becoming a vampire like you? I want to think about it, my lord."

Coors still retains the ability of the first embrace. As a vampire born as a blood servant, he was appreciated by Dracula the Impaler, and obtained a drop of royal blood, which allowed him to join the real blood royal family.

Naturally, the quality cannot be compared with that of Fringila, who is also a top bloodline in the royal bloodline, but it is also better than most ordinary bloodlines.

Of course, the first embrace is extremely costly. Many vampires have to sleep for a long time to repair this loss after the first embrace. Under normal circumstances, Coors is not willing to spend his precious blood to "reproduce" offspring.

"Think beautifully."

Coors sneered: "I just gave you half a drop of blood essence to make you a blood clan. At best, it will make you more agile, more energetic, and live longer."

"Is this also called 'at best'?"

Andreas complained in his heart.

Although he was tempted for a moment, Andreas was quite resistant to becoming a different kind.

After all, how could he be a devout follower of the Heavenly Father, how could he easily accept the power of the devil?
Even if the devil is one of his own.

"Master Coors, I shouldn't have to do this alone. I can understand that you want to go out with the army, but I remember Knight Muller in Ella Port, who is also a very good internal affairs talent."

Coors gave him a deep look.

"Mueller can't do it. He wants to preside over the defense of Port Ayla. Once it falls there, we won't be able to gather enough supplies to support the frontline army. This mission is up to you."

He shook his head, turned and disappeared into the room.

Only Andreas was left sitting on a chair with struggle written all over his face.