People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 414 The plan unfolds

In the Saracen camp under the darkness of night, clusters of bonfires and torches are like stars in the earth.

In a military camp, the Mamluks who had taken off their armor and wore loose robes were sitting around a campfire having dinner.

A Janissary of Jewish origin was bragging loudly about his experience of killing a two-headed basilisk: "I blocked the basilisk's petrifying rays with a round shield and pretended I couldn't move. When it gets close, it kills with one blow!"

"By the holy fire, you can't imagine how terrifying the blood of the basilisk is. My sword has just pierced in, and after a while, only the grid and hilt are left. If I let go later, the deadly poisonous water will It would eat away at my hands too."

A story full of holes.

The Mamluks sitting around listened very carefully and kept asking follow-up questions.

The Jew showed a self-confident smile, took a sip of the broth, and said unhurriedly: "I took the snake head and planned to hand it to the local leader in exchange for a bounty, but you know, no one would believe that the Jew can do it too." To be a heroic fighter - even though I bear no resemblance to a traditional Jew other than being stabbed when I was still a baby."

"and after?"

Someone asked.

The Jew laughed and said: "Of course I killed the leader who wanted to take away my bounty, and because of this, I was demoted as a slave and sold to Lord Abdullah - thanks to the blessing of the Holy Fire, this is unfortunate luck in the middle."

"For His Excellency Abdullah."

The soldiers clamored one after another, and the atmosphere was very enthusiastic.

Fulk watched this scene with a smile on his face, and kept moving his hands, tearing the dry wheat cakes into small pieces, soaking them in the mutton soup, the wheat cakes soaked up the soup, and became soft and delicious stand up.

Everyone knew that this guy was bragging. The two-headed basilisk is a taboo creature in the desert. It is more terrifying than the manticore. It is said that its size is not inferior to the dire dragon raised in the animal pen.

Even if you don't use the deadly petrochemical rays, or the deadly toxin that can turn a clear spring into poisonous water with a single drop of saliva, you still have the majestic force that can easily strangle an elephant.

But a free storyteller is a pleasant change in the boring life of the military camp.

What's more, because the spellcasters are involved in the war, now is the time when these soldiers are particularly interested in legends. In the past, legends were just legends. Now, legends are closely related to every soldier.

"The food is good."

Fulk's master came and sat down next to him: "I prepared this for you at a great price. The Mamluks in the old Zaras camp next door can only drink some porridge tonight."

"Really good."

Fulk had to admit it. In the barracks, it was wonderful to drink a steaming bowl of mutton soup after a hard day's work.

As for whether the Mamluks of old Zaras could only drink porridge—he thought it was impossible.

Although the Mamluks were slaves, they were the military power that every Saracens lord relied on most, no matter how stingy and stupid people were, they would not be stingy with this little money.

"You still don't want to call me 'Master'?"

Fulk was silent.

He didn't intend to betray his beliefs, if he could escape, he would have already run away.

However, the Saracen army, which had been attacked at night, paid more attention to the defense of the camp than before.

Whether it is day or night, it is difficult to escape from the camp.

"Fulk."

The man chuckled and said, "It's fine if you don't want to call me. Then you should call me by my name. You can't just call me 'you' and 'you' all the time. It's too shameful."

The firelight shone on Fulk's face, he was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Your name is too long, I can't remember it."

"Like everyone else, just call me Abdullah."

Fulk joked: "But if I call Abdullah, at least half of the ten people in the entire camp will stand up and respond."

Abdullah means "slave of the sun god 'Ra'". It is a common name among Zoroastrians.

"Then call me Ivan, that's my old name."

Fulk said without hesitation, "Mr. Ivan."

"Mr. Fulk."

The two smiled at each other.

Looking at the handsome face of the man illuminated by the fire, Fulk couldn't help feeling a little warm in his heart. He must admit that he was lucky to meet such a good master as Ivan—if only we were all Christians.

"Hurry up and eat, we have to feed those big animals after eating."

While urging, Ivan picked up the broth and ate it.

He didn't see a streak of blood in the shadow behind him.

...

Ivan and Fulk walked in the camp pushing the heavy cart.

Behind them was a large group of servants, pushing carts of cattle and sheep, all of which were freshly slaughtered—this was also the reason why the rations of the Saracens in the camp had been deteriorating during this period.

The daily rations consumed by these large animals are comparable to a Persian war elephant, and all they eat is meat.

"If this goes on like this, if we haven't defeated the Franks, we will have to be vegetarians every day."

Ivan sighed lightly.

Fulk was silent, but he felt a little joy in his heart. In the past few days, he could clearly feel that the food rationing system had begun to be implemented. The staple food was barely enough, but the daily meat rations for these cavalrymen were successively reduced.

Just with the prestige of Saladin and the double blessing of religious fanaticism, this small matter is not enough to shake the morale of the Saracens.

Fulk tentatively asked, "Ivan, what do you think of today's duel?"

Ivan raised his eyebrows: "We won, brother, that's all - I know you think this is not glorious, but as my king said, His Excellency Veneto was blessed by the holy fire, not What a monster."

"Do you really believe?"

Ivan was silent for a moment, but he asked something wrong: "The person sent on the other side is not a normal person. If it is a normal person, who can dance that heavy iron spear into a windmill? Who knows if there is a head hidden under that layer of human skin?" devil."

Fulk asked persistently, "You don't believe it either, do you?"

"Shut up."

Ivan complained impatiently: "It's not something you can say casually. I don't care what kind of monster it is, as long as it can help us win this battle, it is a good monster even if it is a monster."

He spoke very quickly: "If this battle can be won, my master may grant me a rich city as a fief - I have this qualification, and you will be my right-hand man at that time, and you will have endless benefits Spice, wealth, women.

I will reward you with a castle, you can set up road cards to collect taxes, and you can also build your own manor around it.

Imagine such a good day!
So stop saying such stupid things! "

Fulk was silent.

In his heart, there was strong self-blame and fear, because just now, the beautiful vision that Ivan described really moved him.

If he really wins this battle, his barren territory of Languedoc doesn't seem to matter at all. Here, he can also be a lord of a land, wearing the gorgeous silk that was only seen at a glance in the past , every meal can eat meat sprinkled with spices.

Heavenly Father above, is this the temptation of the devil?

He shivered, and made a sign of the cross on his chest: "Ivan, don't talk about this, we will finish feeding these animals earlier, so we can go back to rest earlier."

Ivan didn't bother with these anymore, and his tone calmed down: "Yes, that's right, I'm exhausted today, I hope tomorrow my king won't let us stand on guard against the scorching sun for a day, just to watch the short A few minutes to duel."

The shadow of Coors, who melted into the darkness, watched here silently.

I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance in the enemy's camp - Fulk had been recovering from his wounds in Hebron's castle for a while.

It's just that he didn't have the idea of ​​recognizing Fulk.

The camp of the Saracens was as large as that of the Crusaders, and there were a large number of merchants accompanying the army. They were responsible for selling goods, helping to maintain logistics, and also taking the responsibility of purchasing spoils of war.

Nothing penetrates better than them.

Long before the Saracens' army set off, the "Shadows of Darkness" had already been planted in their hands. As long as they followed the blood marks left on their bodies, they could accurately find these internal responses.

These people are much more reliable than Fulk, an acquaintance who may or may not have been "instigated".

This night, Coors worked extremely hard.

It was almost early morning before he floated away from the Saracens camp.

Lothar, who hadn't slept all night and was still in good spirits, looked at Coors who floated into the room, and asked without raising his head, "Is the matter settled?"

"It's done."

"Didn't you do anything unnecessary?"

Coors said respectfully: "I just took a look at the camp of the enemy casters and left. They are very heavily guarded. A little closer will trigger a detection circle. It is very difficult to assassinate them. "

Lothar frowned: "Coors, you are also a master assassin, help me estimate if it is Celinina, how confident is she that she will assassinate an enemy spellcaster and get back unscathed?"

Coors whispered: "I'm sorry, my lord, although I really want to comfort you by saying that I am very sure, but"

Lothar interrupted him: "How sure are you?"

Coors shook his head: "I can't estimate the exact number, but [-]% is always there, but this is based on the fact that Miss Cellinina needs to be assassinated and needs to worry about facing two powerful spellcasters. , If the enemy's spellcaster in Egypt is only one person, or if the spellcaster in the Saladin camp is not as strong, the confidence will increase a lot."

Lothar let out a sigh of relief: "I hope everything goes well."

In the Saracen camp early in the morning, riots spread rapidly.

A mangled, mutilated body was found in a hidden corner.

There were terrifying tooth marks all over his body, his chest and abdomen were cut open, and for a beast, the most attractive internal organs disappeared, and a few black triangular scales were scattered nearby.

With the help of people with good intentions, in just a few hours, the news that the monster raised by Saladin's spellcaster was a man-eating beast swept across the entire camp like a hurricane.

Wait until the various camps have finished counting the missing.

People were horrified to discover that just last night, hundreds of people disappeared without a trace, and their bodies, which also lost their internal organs, were found in hidden corners not long after.

(End of this chapter)