People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 397 The Supreme Marquis of Lothar

In the distance, Lothar could already see the towering towers standing on the city wall of Hebron.

Fulingi stretched her waist, and she couldn't wait to go back to her room with the window glued on and not see through.

"finally arrived at home."

"Yeah, finally home."

Lothar felt a little emotional. Hebron is naturally not his hometown, but this place belongs to him, and he has a more sense of belonging than Habsburg in Aargau.

Jeanna came to the side with Lothar, and said with a light smile: "Unfortunately, it's not time to relax yet, we are about to fight a big battle."

"There should still be some rest for a few days."

Lothar thought.

The enemy is strong and we are weak, the Holy Land is surrounded by pagans, and Saladin may attack from any direction, so during this period, they should be in a state of standing still and rushing to help everywhere.

It depends on where Saladin will choose as the focus of the attack.

Fringila was a little surprised: "Since we don't want to fight right away, why don't we wait until Saladin attacks, and then recruit lords from the border to join the war, so as to save some supplies."

“Logistics always have to be sorted out in advance.”

Lothar explained: "Moreover, gathering troops in advance is also conducive to determining the affiliation relationship and specifying the combat time limit."

In the small-scale wars between many lords in continental Europe, each lord brought his own vassals, each vassal brought his own knights, recruited old peasants to charge in a swarm, and they often did not belong to each other.

They will arrive at the lord's command one after another, even after a few months, just like visiting a vegetable market. At this time, the lords who arrived early have even fulfilled their feudal obligations (according to the contract, every year Served at the upper lord for a certain period of time), turned around and led the troops to leave.

Therefore, gathering troops in advance is an indispensable link for Jerusalem under the feudal fiefdom system.

In the distance, there are already light scouts watching the approaching Jaffa Crusaders from afar.

It was a team of riders on dromedary camels.

Durham took off the water bladder hanging from the saddle, and took a ton of ton ton, and then he felt his thirsty throat feel a little better.

A scout's job is hard.

Like a group of fledglings who were forcibly driven out of their nests, they had to brave the scorching sun above their heads and wander in the dangerous desert all day, so some people also call them "wanderers".

After a few days, the young friends who were still full of energy and ambition were a little sluggish. This was completely different from what they imagined, the road of a hearty fight, making achievements, and being named a knight master.

Durham also honestly took off the set of armor he got from the old patriarch, and sometimes only wore a helmet, or didn't even wear a helmet, only wrapped around a breathable and sun-shielding turban.

He looked at his companions and joked with a smile: "If the patriarch is here, he will definitely talk about the experience of leading the tribe across the Huer Desert."

He pretended to be old Hassan's habitual bulging cheeks, trying to make himself appear majestic, and said in a slow and low tone: "Young people nowadays just can't bear hardships, unlike us at that time."

Laughing at the old patriarch in the past, Durham's traditional activities, this anti-authority method seems to be a way for Durham to establish his own authority in his small group. Every time he finishes making fun of him, he will feel a little guilty.

The friends laughed.

But even the laughter seemed much weaker.

"Boss, being a scout is too hard. It's even harder than when we were grazing. Although we can fill our stomachs every day, there is no chance of making meritorious service."

"That's right, boss, I saw the Ulm knight in the barracks next door this morning, can you talk to him and put us into the battle sequence?"

Durham smiled and agreed, "Okay, I'll go to the Knight of Ulm after finishing the task tonight."

"The boss still has a way!"

"We are waiting for your good news!"

Seeing the happy look of the big guy, Durham sighed softly in his heart. He has been in the barracks outside Hebron for so many days, and he has also inquired that in the combat sequence in Transjordan, all light riders are scouts. sequence.

Their duty is to explore the road, find water sources, navigate the army, and calibrate the marching route!

No unarmored light cavalry will be incorporated into the frontal combat sequence. Some of the cavalry in the combat sequence have too good-looking armor. They are silver-white plate armor like the Ulm knights, while others are It is dressed like a mountain, with layers of scales and armor.

Therefore, it is useless to tell Ulm.

Hebron is a well-mannered person. Although he sometimes cares about favors, he doesn't think his favors are that valuable. They are the ones who are favored by Ulm, not that Ulm has ever been favored by them.

So, he decided to go out for a walk at night by himself.

"someone is coming!"

"It's the coat of arms of the Crusaders, my own."

Durham greeted the crowd and said, "Let's go, let's go to greet them, Zaha, you go and make a report, and let the logistics officer in the camp come over to contact them."

far away.

The huge Crusaders gradually revealed their full picture.

Except for those knight masters riding on strong horses at the front of the team, and their attendants.

Behind them, there were also large-scale infantry and a train team driving chariots and horses. Based on the knowledge he had learned from the new barracks, Durham immediately judged that this army might have more than 2000 people.

"There are quite a few of these people. Where did they come from?"

"To the west. Maybe Mongiza?"

"But Mengisa is not the fief of our lord, is it?"

No one thought of Jaffa, because to the east of Jaffa was Jerusalem. Logically, they should have reached Jerusalem directly instead of gathering outside Hebron, which is the westernmost part of Lothar's territory.

"Whatever, these people are crusaders and they must not be fake."

A gleam of envy flashed in Durham's heart again. Every time he saw these knight lords, he always imagined that he would also dress majesticly, ride a tall and healthy horse, and walk among their ranks.

Instead of riding a dromedary that is very practical, but not at all beautiful, as it is now.

Being a servant is also a way out, but Durham is not willing to do it. He is also the captain of a ranger squad. He serves as a servant for others. Cut off the swallowtail for him.

Serving as a squire to the knights of Ulm is another story.

That is recognized by all tribes, a just, generous, kind, kind and good man.

close.

Drim saw the most eye-catching rider in the team at a glance.

This knight is most likely some kind of aristocratic lord, wearing not very tight armor, and a luxurious silk shirt on the outside. It is said that the clothes made of this material are light, breathable, and sweat-absorbent. Every roll of silk can be replaced. A set of high quality armor.

What a waste!

"What a tall horse!"

Durham's friends exclaimed.

It was only then that Durham realized that the nobleman's mount was so tall and majestic, even taller than the dromedary under him.

"That person, does he seem familiar?"

Someone hesitated.

After he reminded them, the rest of them seemed to realize this too. The more they looked at the leading knight, the more they felt that they had known each other somewhere.

"Look at those two female knights beside him!"

Compared with Lothar, the noble lord who had been with him, they were most impressed by the female knights who followed Lothar, even though they were all wearing veils, and their smooth skin was still impressive.

"It was him!"

"His status in the Crusades is so high?"

Everyone in Durham started discussing excitedly.

At this time, a cavalryman galloped out of the army formation. He looked like them in appearance, and in short, he was by no means a Frank.

He looked serious, and asked loudly in Kurdish: "Are you scouts from Hebron?"

After finishing speaking, before Drim could reply, the cavalryman, who was obviously also a Kurd, walked up and shouted:
"Immediately inform your superiors that the master of Hebron, the supreme Marquis, has returned to his faithful Hebron today."

(End of this chapter)