People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 403 Trapped in the Enemy Camp
"Which one is Lothar?"

"The one with the Cuman mask?"

The nobles who left the camp in groups of three or four and greeted them whispered to each other.

Among them are many Crusader nobles from the north. Although Lothar's name has long been known, he has never seen it with his own eyes.

"Look at that double-headed eagle!"

"He's in the middle of the line!"

Lothar's position is the center of the entire army.

Behind him, there are two hussars following the same pace, both holding up the riding spears with square flags in their hands, and the coat of arms of the double-headed eagle seems to come alive as the flag flutters, fluttering its wings and soaring.

Lothar raised his palm and signaled the army to stop and rest. The melodious horn sound was transmitted layer by layer. The huge army was like the limbs of a giant. Following the order of the leader, it gradually stopped moving.

He galloped out of the team, the cloak behind him fluttered with the wind, and the dragon head pattern embroidered with gold thread became more and more shining under the scorching sun.

"The horse that is so handsome is just like the legendary unicorn."

"As expected of the pioneer of plate armor, his armor is really beautiful."

The nobles of the Crusaders were amazed again and again. They were fully clothed with solar eclipse, horse clothes and horse armor, just like a giant steel beast. Only this extraordinary creation can carry Lothar and a full set of equipment on the march under the scorching sun.

The other knights are all lightly dressed.

As the lord on horseback got closer and closer, the Crusader nobles who came out to greet them felt nervous as if they were facing the charge of thousands of troops.

On the other side, Lothar was clearly the only one.

The person who came reined in, and the hooves of the extraordinarily tall horse were raised high, and the flying sand and dust made the figure of the person more heroic and extraordinary.

He takes off the mask.

What was revealed was a face completely opposite to the domineering appearance that many people imagined.

Young, handsome, with a gentle smile.

It's really not like a powerful prince.

"Good day, everyone."

He nodded lightly to the crowd, which was obviously a bit of a disrespectful act, but when he did it, he seemed unusually free and easy, making it hard to feel disgusted.

All the nobles who had never seen Lothar felt inexplicably witnessing a legend in their hearts.

This is the legendary dragon slayer; the savior of the holy land who once attacked Saladin's camp at night and forced him to retreat; the inventor of the Gwent card; the one who has the favor of the heavenly father; the honor in Constantinople Knight of Champions; Earl of Transjordan Frontier, General of Limassol.
"Good day, Lothar."

As the highest-ranking nobleman other than the king, Duke Raymond spoke first: "It's an honor that we can finally fight side by side together."

"It's an honor for me too, Lord Tiberias."

Lothar looked at the pattern of the plate armor on Raymond's body with a smile, and joked: "You want to compare with me, who can make more contributions in this war?"

Duke Raymond said with emotion: "I'm already old, and I can't compare with a young man like you."

...

Under a castle northeast of Tiberias.

There was only a loud bang.

The polished round cannonballs, with piercing screams, knocked down a wooden tower flying the crusader flag.

The crusaders defending the city had no countermeasures against this huge war machine.

The ballistas and trebuchets they installed on the city walls were far inferior to the "counterweight trebuchets" built by the skilled craftsmen recruited by Saladin. This kind of trebuchets was later introduced to the East and was called "returning cannons". , and can even throw shells weighing up to three hundred pounds.

As long as the heavy stone bullet hits, it will easily destroy the wooden arrow shield on the city wall, and the rammed earth city wall is already crumbling under the bombardment.

The camp of the Saracen army stretched for tens of miles.

They didn't seem to have the intention to quickly take down the castle. It was obvious that the morale of the defenders had plummeted under the fierce shelling. It was obvious that behind the castle was the largest nearby water source - Lake Tiberias.

They just hid in the camp silently, without the slightest thought of pushing the siege equipment to launch an attack, as if they were afraid that the scorching sun above their heads would scorch them.

"What was Saladin thinking?"

In the Saracen barracks, Baron Fulk sat in his tent, silently looking at the huge counterweight trebuchets in the siege camp. The castle couldn't be more appropriate.

"Could it be that he wants to use Tiberias as a bait to lure the Crusaders into battle?"

The young Frankish nobleman frowned.

He is Baron Fulk of Languedoc.

He had previously escorted Leonard's fiancée "Eleanor of Languedoc" to the Holy Land. Later, on the way to leave the Holy Land, he encountered Berber pirates and was sold to a Saracen nobleman as a slave.

His luck is very good. Thanks to his noble origin, his "master" gave him very high treatment: a separate tent, a full set of armaments, and he didn't have to do those chores. He only needed to wear pagan clothes on the battlefield It is enough for Zhajia to charge along with his "master".

The days of falling into the "enemy camp" were actually not too sad for Baron Fulk.

Saladin, the pagan monarch, embraced the Egyptians, Bedouins, Syrians, Greeks, Berbers, Turks, and Caucasians with a broad-minded mind.
Even the Franks.

He had seen Franks entering and exiting Saladin's tent more than once. Those people were dressed in gorgeous clothes, and they were obviously important figures even under Saladin's command.

Even though Baron Fulk hated Saladin for a long time, he had to admit that Saladin was definitely a generous, upright, and benevolent king during the time he was trapped in the enemy camp.

This is a person who rose like a comet. It took only ten years to seize the supreme throne of the Saracen world, and established a huge dynasty that stretched from Yemen in the south, Tunisia in the west, Armenia in the north, and Sasanian in the east. the monarch.

According to Fulk's observation, the composition of Saladin's army is very complicated, with a large number of troops contributed by lower-level vassals, and the combat effectiveness is actually quite average.

But his army has a backbone that can be regarded as the backbone. It is the huge Mamluk guards that he did not bring with him even when he conquered Leonard of Kaleburg last time. Among them, the most elite Kasakia The guards are heavy horse archers in horseback gear.

Baron Fulk was fortunate enough to observe the appearance of this powerful heavy cavalry with a scale of thousands, as they charged towards the rebels.

The army under the last prince named "Saleh" was a group of poor wretches in front of them. After being teased, they were directly torn apart by the heavy cavalry who switched to riding spears and launched a charge. .

Did the Crusaders have an army to rival it?
I'm afraid not.

"Holy land, is it destined to fall under the iron heel of pagans?"

Every time he saw those heavily armed and majestic Mamluk cavalry, Baron Fulk couldn't help feeling a sense of despair in his heart.

To make matters worse, he was now one of these Mamluks too.

Roar--

The deep roar startled Fulk.

Many Saracen soldiers also complained jokingly.

"The group of big animals has gone mad again, I hope the unlucky breeder can come back alive today."

The source of the sound is the dragon beasts locked in a special camp. These dragon beasts are more than four meters tall and have sharp claws. They can easily tear apart giant elephants. Let alone the knights of the Crusaders, even the city walls may be hit by them. The terrifying dragon beast that is broken has never really played in battle so far.

But even thinking about it made Fulk feel sad for their enemies.

"Count Lothar will come, right?"

"He is the legendary dragon slayer, should he be able to kill these terrifying giant beasts?"

Baron Fulk murmured softly.

During his brief visit to Hebron, he had seen the stuffed tanned dragon head.

It's just that he couldn't compare which dragon beast was stronger than the dragon beast driven by Saracen.

At this moment, a shadow flew overhead.

Fulk raised his head subconsciously, the huge fleshy wings covered the clouds and the sun, and the black scales reflected a faint light—it was a huge dragon with wings spread out, at least ten meters wide!
"Father above."

He crossed himself across his chest, his lips trembling slightly with fear.

This was the first time he had actually seen the legendary dragon in these days!
It's not a so-called dragon beast, but a real giant dragon that can spit out dragon flames and soar in the sky!

(End of this chapter)