People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 407 The Crusaders

Lord Enrique glanced wearily at the houses in the city that had been crushed by boulders.

Only the main building of the castle is still standing, but it is also precarious and riddled with holes.

The air was filled with a faint rancid smell and a somewhat pungent tar smell.

It was the smell of corpses and burnt houses under the rubble that had not yet been cleaned up.

The Saracens cast a vicious curse of fire on the stone bombs...though some say it's just some kind of grease.

But Enrique had never seen fat that burned for so long.

Some people were only splashed a little, and even water couldn't extinguish it, so they could only let the skin be roasted into charcoal.

"Are they trying to bury us alive with stones?"

"I feel like they want to stone us."

"Damn, these sons of bitches executed us for whores?"

"When will our Majesty the King arrive? It is already the sixth day."

All the crusaders fell into silence.

They have asked this question many times recently, and the expectation in their eyes has gradually disappeared.

"My lord, do we have no reinforcements at all?"

"Yes, but the transfer takes time."

Enrique repeated it more than once.

Someone said with resentment on his face, "Maybe they won't be able to arrive when we are all dead."

"Aren't there still 2000 people in the Hospital Knights of Knights Castle? Why don't they come?"

Enrique hesitated to speak.

He wanted to say that even if the 2000 people in Knights Fort arrived, what would be the use?What's more, it was the base camp of the Knights Hospitaller. How could there be any reason to abandon one's hometown just to come to support a small lord?
But he also understands the pressure and fear of the soldiers. Under such circumstances, who can think rationally?
Be careful every day to be smashed into meat by stones.

The first thing to do when you open your eyes is to observe whether the Saracen army outside the city has launched an attack.

He is always worried that his head will be cut off by cruel heretics in his sleep.

This kind of dreadful day is simply going to make people collapse.

A crusader said in despair: "My lord, can we really ascend to heaven?"

"Fight for God, I will definitely be able to."

Enrique stretched out his hand and straightened the helmet for the young soldier in front of him.

His eyes were determined: "Cheer up, soldiers, I was surrounded by tens of thousands of Andalusians in Valencia, but in the end we won."

Sparse and feeble echoes came from all around.

They don't doubt that they can win the final victory, but they doubt whether they can live to that day.

...

Time passes slowly.

At noon, the sun was high, and because the wells were buried by the ruins, the crusaders guarding the city had chapped lips and hid in the shade, not wanting to move.

Enrique doubts how much combat power his soldiers have left.

If the Saracens attack now, they will be killed within an hour at most, right?

What the hell were those Saracens thinking?
These tens of thousands of troops eat horse chews every day, just to throw those expensive stone bullets in the desert into their castles every day?
"Be careful behind you, my lord!"

The priest not far away suddenly spoke.

Enrico turned his head subconsciously, and saw a boulder flying from a distance with the sound of howling wind.

With a loud bang, it crashed on the tower.

The splashing stones fell like raindrops.

When he reacted, he realized that the tower that he had kept the main body had finally completely collapsed.

Almost all the soldiers hiding in the shade of the tower were buried in the ruins.

The loud noise made his ears ring.

There were wounded and maimed soldiers everywhere on the city wall, wailing as they were dying.

No one can save them.

As no one can save himself.

"Father above."

The despair that surged in his heart for a moment made Enrique even have the urge to jump off the city wall.

It seemed that he could see his will to die. Not far away, a priest wearing a mail shirt and holding a mace walked forward quickly: "Life is given to us by God, He gives it, and He takes it away." , must not be destroyed by oneself.”

In Catholic doctrine, suicide is a felony that can never be redeemed, and it will fall into the infinite hell.

Enrique smiled wryly: "Father Roderico, I understand the truth."

"only…"

He looked around, and there were wailing sounds everywhere.

This is hell on earth, Father.

A low horn sounded suddenly.

"Are the Saracens attacking?"

Enrique clenched the half-sword in his hand, and there was a feeling of relief on his face that he was finally relieved.

Holding his hands on the battlements, he tried to stand up.

There was indeed commotion in the Saracen barracks in the distance, but the sound didn't seem to come from there.

In the ear, someone suddenly shouted in surprise.

"Look over there!"

In the distance, with the sound of horns, a flying flag appeared on the horizon.

A row of knights wearing bright plate armor and holding lances slowly appeared on the hillside.

"The double-headed eagle... is the army of Marquis Lothar!"

"My lord, reinforcements have arrived!"

The whole castle fell into a carnival atmosphere.

People were yelling and shouting with excitement.

Big drops of tears leaked from Enrique's eyes, his lips trembled, and he said after a long time: "They finally came, the Heavenly Father did not abandon us, and His Majesty the King did not abandon us."

With the arrival of the Crusaders, a loud roar came from the Saracen camp.

Immediately afterwards, a giant shadow took off from the camp.

It was a huge black dragon, and the violent whistling sound made by its vibrating wings was like a boulder thrown by a trebuchet.

The crusader prince wearing a golden mask and helmet, riding a two-meter-high giant horse, stood at the forefront of the team, holding his sword high.

"Set up the ballista!"

The order was passed on quickly.

In this era, there are very few weapons that can threaten flying dragons. Although this special ballista has a long range, but because the magic-blocking gold fired has the property of destroying demons, it cannot be blessed by Nissaia's magic at all.

At most, they can only deal with those dire dragons.

But at this time, something must be done to let the soldiers know that they are not without means to fight the evil dragon.

In the team, Jeanna, who is carrying the holy gun on her shoulders, is already ready for battle. She and Lothar are the main force in this battle.

Facing this legendary creature, the Crusaders couldn't help showing expressions of fear on their faces.

Many people are praying, worried that there will be terrible dragon flames falling from the sky next.

In the sky, the giant dragon hovered for a while, as if it sensed the hidden danger. It showed off its power for a long time, but it didn't mean to swoop down and breathe out dragon flames at all.

"The cunning beast."

Lothar cursed in a low voice.

Jeanna said softly: "Maybe it's the caster on its back, do you want me to try to give him a holy spear?"

Lothar shook his head.

The appearance of the enemy dragon brought a huge blow to the morale of the Crusaders.

Even if a holy gun fails to achieve results, it can still boost morale.

But this is obviously not equivalent to exposing one's own hole cards.

A series of specially-made giant crossbows stood erect, and the Crusaders did not rush forward, but began to build camps.

The crusaders who came from afar, at this time, neither physical strength nor morale can be considered high, and it is reasonable to give priority to defense.

...

Saladin led hundreds of black-armored Kasaji guards to the front of the formation, looking at the crusaders coming from afar.

"The crusaders seem to have changed their style. When they arrive, they give priority to building camps, instead of rushing to fight as before to show their bravery."

"It may also be that the giant dragon frightened them, making them afraid to act rashly."

"only."

Takidin wondered: "Why didn't Master Shemer take action? Even if the giant dragon only spits out a mouthful of dragon flames, it can also increase the effect of deterring the enemy's morale by a hundred times!"

Saladin shook his head: "Master Schmail naturally has his considerations. Lothar has killed more than one dragon before, so he must not be underestimated."

"I can't just sit and watch them camp here. My king, it's a rare opportunity to fight. Let me take those dragons and beasts to charge once to try the quality of these crusaders."

Takidin is eager to fight.

"not the right time yet."

Saladin glanced at him, but still shook his head: "Whether to attack or not, we will decide after Master Schemael returns."

Takidin opened his mouth, but still closed it.

He knew that since the spellcaster intervened in the secular war, the tricks he was good at before were no longer counted.

(End of this chapter)