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The hoofs were thunderous.

For the first time in such a long time, the solar eclipse let go of its joy and ran wildly for the first time. It rode Juechen and ran in the forefront. Even its unruly personality and speed were not inferior to its "grape", so it had to be behind it.

Jean Na pinched the horse's belly lightly and urged: "Catch up, what are you afraid of it doing with me around?"

After finishing speaking, he looked back provocatively at Hannya who fell behind.

Banruo is riding an Arabian horse, which is excellent in all aspects, especially adapted to the arid climate of the Holy Land, but after all, it is just a mortal horse, which is completely incomparable with the speed of Eclipse and Grape.

The eyes under Banruo's helmet glanced at her calmly, without any reaction.

During this period of time, the smell of gunpowder between the two of them was very strong. The elite Rang Na has already distanced herself from Prajna in strength, and she has the confidence to provoke like this.

Behind Lothar, the crusaders of Jaffa stopped on the hillside, and the lances tied with iris flags or square flags pointed to the sky like a forest. Pressure, but not small.

"That is the coat of arms of Princess Sibilla!"

Guy of Lusignan sneered and said: "It seems that the knights of Sibylah also want to get a share of the pie, and order everyone to stop attacking and withdraw. These Kurdish knights are not weak, they are a hard nut to crack. If we want to swallow them ourselves, we are afraid that we will have to pay a considerable price."

Guy, who was made the Baron of Mongiza, was not rich at all.

In order to fight for the right to speak, he desperately squeezed this not-so-rich territory to support his expenses in the Holy Land. He was originally a poor and settled guy in Lusignan, so he didn't have any concept of financial management.

Some time ago, in order to buy a patterned plate armor, he almost squandered the shield tax just collected, and happened to meet a Saracen "caravan", how could he not be tempted.

"That man's horse is so tall!"

"It seems a little familiar, the coat of arms of the double-headed eagle won't be that man back?"

"How is it possible? The Marquis of Lothar has already gone to Constantinople to enjoy the blessings. It is said that even the princess in purple and the queen are very fond of him."

Guy's knights were discussing a lot, most of them were rogue knights from the European continent. Although Guy's assassination in Aquitaine brought him a painful price, it was not without benefits.

Many knights who knew his name and had been with him were willing to go to the Holy Land to join him.

After all, Guy has an elder brother who is the lover of the Empress Dowager Agnes. Compared with the big nobles who have already filled up the pits, and Lothar, who has many rules and many knights live like old farmers, these little The foals would rather go to Guy, who is also a new lord.

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It was only then that Guy realized that the horse was even taller than he had imagined. It was at least two meters high, with a metallic horn on its head, making it daunting.

"Baron Guy."

The knight on horseback took off his golden mask and helmet, revealing the handsome face that impressed Guy so much that even in his sleep, he appeared more frequently than Princess Sibyl and the little witch Nishaya, whom he was desperately looking for.

Of course, the content is by no means charming, mostly nightmares.

"Lord Lorosa!"

He couldn't believe it.

"Why, you're so surprised to see me?"

Lothar asked with a smile that he had nothing against Guy. Although he didn't have a good impression of this person, he was not an enemy either. In fact, even Leonard, he didn't pay much attention to him.

In his previous life, he was able to ascend the throne of Jerusalem and occupy Cyprus for a long time, which was quite a coincidence.

Guy Yiqiang smiled and said, "I just didn't expect you to bring Princess Sibilla's army with you."

Lothar made a straight face, and pointed to the Kurdish convoy who was resting on the opposite side: "Tell me, why did you attack our allies?"

"ally?"

Guy looked surprised: "They are Saracens, and when the two countries were at war, they came to our territory, probably spies who came to spy on the military situation!"

The term "Saracens" sometimes refers only to Arabs or Arab pirates, but in the context of the Franks, in most cases, it refers to "the people under the rule of the Arab Empire at its peak." all nationalities".

Just like the "Latins" in the mouth of the Eastern Empire, in a narrow sense it refers to the Apennines, and in a broad sense it refers to all Western Europeans including the Germans.

Lothar's tone became severe: "But they are the enemies of Saladin. Baron Godfrey and I have fought side by side with them. His Majesty the King has personally summoned their leader 'Saleh' and made a covenant— —You should have heard of this name, he caused a lot of trouble for Saladin."

"The son of Nur al-Din?"

Guy's face was a little embarrassed.

Lothar nodded slightly: "Yes, I think, they should have identified themselves to you."

"They did?"

The eyes of the knights next to him also wandered a little.

Guy was stunned for a moment, as if there was such a thing, but he didn't take it to heart.

There is no way, he is really poor and crazy, as long as it is not a Catholic caravan, even if it is an Orthodox caravan, he can snatch it.

At this time, no one will take into account his negligence.

After all, after Saladin "betrayed his faith" and took the initiative to declare war on Jerusalem, the religious enthusiasm in the Holy Land, which had tended to ease, rose again, and the pagans who settled in Jerusalem did not even dare to go out during this period.

It's fine if it's someone else.

But it happened that Lothar ran into him, and Guy didn't have the guts to confront Lothar. The wealth, power, and status of the two were too far apart. Even Lothar's vassals had many statuses higher than Guy's.

"Sorry, Sir, we couldn't understand what they were saying, it was a misunderstanding."

Guy said a little bluntly.

Although some knights were not convinced, they obviously did not have the confidence to fight against Lothar, not to mention that Lothar specially wore the mask helmet with the "halo of fear" when he came, which gave them a sense of oppression.

"Since you know it's a misunderstanding, let's stop fighting."

It was obviously impossible for Lothar to throw Guy into the dungeon because of this. He was not Guy's lord and had no right to dispose of him.

Like a frost-beaten eggplant, Guy replied honestly: "I have no objection."

Lothar let out a "huh" and galloped towards the Kurdish convoy.

Behind him, Prajna and Rangna followed each other like a shadow.

The uniquely shaped female armor made them immediately aware of the abnormality.

"Which one of them is the legendary 'Iron Knight?'"

"The one in the back, I heard that the iron knight wears a helmet all the year round, and never shows his true colors."

"But the female knight in front is so beautiful, Lord Lothar is really blessed."

Some knights were discussing in low voices with excited faces.

Some people also scolded dissatisfiedly: "Why does he want us to give up the spoils that we are about to get? Killing heretics is the duty and responsibility of every Christian. Why should we listen to him?"

Someone pointed to the hillside: "Did you see those cavalry?"

"What are you afraid of, those soldiers who are not his, will they obey his orders and attack us?"

The man shook his head and said, "I mean, the cavalry under Lord Lothar are more elite than this, and ten times their size."

The disaffected knight froze for a moment, and had no choice but to suppress the oppression in his heart, as if he had treated Lothar as a villain who covered the sky with one hand in the Holy Land.

But Guy reassured: "That's enough. This group of Saracens is a tough one. I have to admit that we picked a not-so-good target. It is the best way to stop fighting before we have suffered much loss." good result."

"The Franks stopped attacking?"

"Aren't they a gang?"

"I have long said that pagans are unreliable. We shouldn't have come to the territory of the Franks at all. The boss is really confused."

In the temporary fortress built by horses and chariots, the Kurdish soldiers looked outside with vigilance.

The Kurdish cavalry who returned to the car base also began to take a rest, recover their strength, and were always ready to go out of the car base to fight the enemy. They knew very well that it was impossible to enter the negotiation stage without beating the enemy.

"Someone is coming, there are only three people!"

"The person at the front seems familiar."

"It's Lothar!"

"Don't shoot any arrows!"

As Lothar approached, the leader of the Kurdish convoy, wearing a black turban, rode up to greet him: "The holy flame is burning forever, and I saw another crusader arrive. I thought I was going to be buried here today, but unexpectedly It's you!"

Lothar looked at the Kurdish knights behind Abdullah. There were many familiar faces, and there were not many acquaintances left.

Many people were very wary of Lothar at first, and they calmed down a little after hearing the introduction from their companions, but they still held their weapons tightly and hid their bodies behind the car base, ready for an attack at any time.

Lothar drew a cross on his chest: "Abdullah, didn't you follow your master to fight Saladin in the north, why did you come to the Holy Land?"

"We were defeated outside Antakya (Antioch)."

Abdullah's expression was a bit gloomy: "My lord was imprisoned by Saladin. The entire Aleppo region is looking for us 'rebels'. We have to find a new way of life for ourselves."

Lothar sighed lightly: "I found that there are many familiar faces missing in your team."

"Yes, they all died on the battlefield."

Abdullah was ashamed: "This is all my responsibility. I didn't expect Saladin to be so powerful. His Mamluk guards are numerous and better equipped than ours. The army we gathered is not at all opponent."

"They will return to the flame, Abdullah."

Lothar gave a simple comfort, and then said: "I have ordered those crusaders to leave, and you are safe for the time being, but with all due respect, it is still too sensitive in your capacity in the Holy Land, do you have any plans?"

Abdullah said helplessly: "Lothar, I originally wanted to take the boys to join you."

Lothar asked back: "Originally?"

Abdullah looked at Lothar and said with a wry smile, "I'm worried that you no longer need our defeated army anymore. Since you left Jerusalem, your legends are everywhere."

"No, I really need it."

Lothar came close to Abdullah, and the oppressive solar eclipse frightened his mount to hide back subconsciously.

"Welcome to my ranks, Abdullah."

Abdullah was stunned for a while, and the shame in his heart deepened. How could he not see Lothar's idea of ​​​​soliciting them at the beginning, so he didn't go to send charcoal in the snow. Now that Lothar has such power, he came to seek refuge again, which made him I'm really sorry.

Lothar patted Abdullah on the shoulder: "Don't think so much, we used to be comrades in arms fighting side by side, and I welcome you to join my camp anytime."