People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Torle clutched the bruise on his ribs, his expression was not very good.

The crusaders cheered like a tsunami.

At this time, it was already afternoon, and the sun above the head was no longer so fierce. Many soldiers were watching the duel with full attention.

Those who have no experience in riding and fighting are welcome to watch.

The experienced knights and riders were full of horror in their hearts. No matter which of these two people, if they met on the battlefield, they would probably be cut off in one round-the difference in strength is too great.

That Hans was actually fighting with an iron spear that looked like it was made of pure iron. It was a monster!

Even a solid heavy cavalry gun made of pure wood usually weighs no more than ten catties.

In this way, it is impossible for the knights to make a lance so light that it can do a lot of tricks.

The so-called description of holding sixty to seventy catties of long pole weapons and dancing on horseback into a hot wheel is often an exaggerated statement by a low-level bard who has no common sense.

On the other side, the Saracens' camp was silent, and their morale had obviously been frustrated.

Over the years, in the wars between the Crusaders and the Saracens, although there were victories and losses, in most cases, the Saracens did not have an advantage in numbers. With the same number of people, the winning rate was pitifully low.

After all, before Saladin, the popular Gulam cavalry in West Asia had changed from Turkic mercenaries to an army that really used lower-level slaves to fight, and their morale and combat effectiveness were generally low.

It was Saladin who improved, or revived, the Gulam system.

Seeing Hans being so brave right now, the Saracens felt their hearts skip a beat, and many of them recalled the experience of their own or their predecessors' defeat in the past.

"These savage Franks, do they get their power from the devil?"

"O Eternal Holy Fire, bless us to win this war and drive out the traces of the heathen devil from the Holy Quds (Holy City)."

Some soldiers threw down their weapons and prayed devoutly in the direction of the Holy Land.

Lothar, who was watching the game, asked: "Veneto, how do you think Hans is playing?"

During this period, Veneto and Hans competed every day, winning and losing each other.

The former has been promoted to level [-], which is ten levels lower than Hans. It is said that Hans has the advantage, but Veneto has more talent and combat experience than Hans, which happens to be able to make up for it.

Veneto said insincerely: "It's not bad. But my lord, I don't know about knight duels. I haven't even ridden a horse. After all, this kind of four-legged animal can't run as fast as my own two legs."

Veneto was not very interested in the so-called knight duels. He came from a "family" and was better at fighting in narrow rooms or in the streets and alleys in the form of gang fights. He had never had experience in large-scale army battles.

Eclipse snorted, and looked at Veneto with some disdain, as if to say, if you don't agree with us, who can run faster?
Veneto glared at it not to be outdone.

If it was in the wilderness, his speed would probably be slightly slower than Eclipse, but for short-distance sprints, or in urban alleys with complex terrain, he would definitely have an advantage. After all, he could fly over walls, but Eclipse could not.

Veneto didn't know that the solar eclipse also had the ability to fly over walls, and it could even stand on the deck of the upturned Calamity of the Sea regardless of the influence of gravity.

"It's okay, the second infantry battle we agreed upon."

Lothar patted Eclipse's head to appease the irritable and restless mount.

Compared with the solar eclipse, Jeanne's grapes are not so rebellious.

Jeanna suddenly said, "Oops."

At this time, the situation in the field has changed.

Hans, who seemed to have the upper hand at first, suddenly saw the body of the enemy on the opposite side suddenly swell, the armor on his body was propped up, and the breath of the dragon was several times stronger than before.

Roar--

In the distant camp, there was the roar of a giant dragon.

Among them, Lothar tasted "the encouragement of the boss to the younger brother", he frowned, and restrained his dragon blood that instinctively wanted to fight against each other-this Karelian fire dragon, as a higher status than the tyrannical dragon, Powerful giant dragons of the same level as high-level fire dragons such as the Norwegian spinyback dragon and the copper-horned red dragon can provide more abundant nutrients for the advancement of their own dragon blood.

Jeanna was a little worried: "The other side has transformed, but Hans can't change?"

Lothar's voice was a bit heavy, and he shook his head: "I told him before the battle that it doesn't matter whether you win or lose this duel, but you must never show your werewolf's true body. This has something to do with my next plan."

"what's the plan?"

"A not-so-glamorous plan that might work wonders."

In the surprised eyes of the crusaders.

Hans was dragged off the horse by Toorle, and he threw his arm over his shoulder. Hans's strong physique was unobstructed. With all the equipment, Hans weighed at least two hundred catties, which was as light as nothing in his hands.

boom--

Hans fell heavily to the ground. Although such an injury was nothing to the tenacious wolves, it still made him dizzy for a while.

Under the closed helmet, Hans could vaguely hear the exclamation coming from a distance.

Before he had time to get rid of the dizziness coming from his head, the enemy swooped in again. The opponent took off his iron glove, revealing a ferocious and sharp dragon claw, and poked it towards Hans' heart.

click -

The iron armor withstood the enemy's fatal blow and made an overwhelmed cracking sound.

Hans tried to break free from the enemy's restraint, but Torle's current strength had already taken an overwhelming advantage, and his struggle could not shake it at all.

Under Torle's visor, two amber vertical pupils full of cruelty and tyranny stared at Hans like a lizard.

He pulled out a golden dagger from his waist.

Whispered: "Go to hell, little bastard."

Obviously, this is an anti-demon gold weapon.

boom--

Hans suddenly raised his head, ignoring the magic-resistant gold dagger that was close at hand, and knocked Torle dizzy. Taking the opportunity to escape from his grasp, Hans directly took off the iron helmet he wore on his head, pointing Looking at Torle's hideous silhouetted head, he shouted:

"Saladin sent a monster to fight me!"

"This is a disgraceful, despicable and vile act."

There was an uproar in the arena.

Port Ella.

The sound of iron-clad footsteps was very clear in the middle of the night.

"Master Mueller hasn't rested so late?"

Holding the torch, Andreas looked at Muller who was standing on the watchtower, looking into the distance, and said with some doubts.

"Not yet, Ella Port is the top priority of the adult's territory, where can I relax and rest."

Mueller smirked.

Although he was a member of the Knights of the Lothar Order, he seldom actually participated in the war. His main business was still in the caravans, shipyards he used to run, and later in charge of the Ayla Port Taxation Office.

The port of Ella is now an important driving force for maintaining the war machine of Transjordan. Even if the war comes, it will still be the kingdom's only sea route in the east.

A large number of merchants who want to make war profits transport goods from all directions to the port of Ella.

Even food that was not sold at a high price in the past can still make a lot of money now.

Even if most of them belong to the Zoroastrian world.

The footprints of Genoese merchants reached as far as Ctesiphon and Baghdad on the Tigris River. For Europeans, the entire Fertile Crescent is the limit they can reach, and the farther east is often the legendary background board. up.

For businessmen.

These golden coins, which will make a pleasant sound when they collide, are equally pleasing whether they are surnamed Jesus Christ or the eternal flame.

Taking advantage of the popularity of bulk military supplies in Ella Port, it would be a shame for the reputation of the Saracens to be good at business if they didn't make a lot of money.

"Master Muller, let's go to bed earlier, I'll be here tonight."

Andreas exhorted.

Today, the strength of Lothar's remaining territory is unprecedentedly weak, and it is easy for foreign enemies to take advantage of it. Even if the enemy does not plan to gain a foothold, but just looting, it will be extremely destructive to Lothar's territory.

Andreas was on duty until midnight, still in good spirits.

The bright moon above his head shone on his face, and his face, which was somewhat darkened by the sun in the Holy Land, had already turned pale as snow at some point.

You don't need to sleep, just a cup of blood, you can keep energetic every day.

If it wasn't for drinking a bottle of human blood every other week, Andreas might think it was a gift from the heavenly father.

At this time.

There were clear footsteps behind Andreas.

Like stepping on water.

Every time you take a step, there will be a pattering sound of water.

Andreas turned his head, looked at the visitor bathed in the moonlight, surrounded by green light, frowned and said: "Is there an enemy?"

The visitor's body was in a half-rotten state, with the sailor's turban wrapped around his head, and his face looking carefree and indifferent. He was obviously a zombie sailor under Captain Hogg.

"Yes, that's right, the boss wants me to tell you that a Saracens fleet is about to arrive tomorrow morning. The number of enemies is huge. We probably won't be able to wipe them all out. If there are fish that slip through the net, you have to do it in advance. Be prepared."

Andreas said nervously, "How many enemies are there?"

The visitor scratched the back of his non-existent head—andreas was worried that his fingers would poke his gray brain.

"Let me think."

"Probably—ten thousand ships."

Andreas was silent for a moment, clenched his fists, and said in his heart, what are you talking about your grandma? There are not as many as [-] active merchant ships and warships on the entire east coast of the Mediterranean Sea.

"I will be prepared in advance."

Andreas sighed: "In addition, please tell Captain Hogg, forget it, and don't tell me, I will write a letter to you."

The content is: next time, please use a more reliable messenger.