People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 423 The eve of the decisive battle
In the vast loess, a light blue light flashed.

The embarrassed old man fell to the ground, and he looked back.

Fortunately, the female demon did not catch up.

That's right, the distance I teleported is hundreds of miles away, even if the female demon can drive as fast as Schemael's fire dragon, it is impossible to catch up in a while.

Salman's eyes were filled with the joy of being alive after the catastrophe.

It was simply too terrifying just now, it was definitely the most thrilling experience in his long life, he felt that he was only a thin line away from eternal sleep - he could feel the destructive power lingering on the double swords in the hands of the female demon.

Once it touches itself, the ending will undoubtedly die.

He waved his staff, and the yellow sand engulfed his body as if alive.

madness!

Simply stupid!
Salman's face is full of remorse and self-blame.

This is the consequence of easily breaking the agreement, agreeing to those secular rulers, and participating in secular wars.

As long as I work hard and work hard every day for that little material, I can collect it no matter what after decades. Why should I ruin my life span of hundreds of years just for this little thing?
He swears.

In the future, whoever tempts him to leave his hermitage with any conditions will be his sworn enemy!

"No, I have to drink the chameleon potion as soon as possible, the heart constructed by the magic model, it is too energy-consuming to keep it going."

...

Under Gaza City.

Looking at the Mamluk cavalry who retreated in embarrassment, Adil showed a wry smile on his face: "It seems that the honor of recovering the Holy Land is impossible to fall on my head after all."

opposite.

The female swordsman with her robes fluttering in the wind, her hands on her swords, was looking at him indifferently.

Keng——

The violent wind turned into an invisible blade, drawing a deep gully in front of her.

Adil heaved a long sigh, he raised an arm, and signaled: "Let's retreat, go back to the camp, and send someone to keep an eye on the figure of this female demon. If she leaves Gaza City, the first Notify me at once."

He paused slightly, and then said to the messenger beside him: "Go and inform the king, Gaza City can't be taken anymore."

There was indescribable depression in the voice, but there was also a feeling of relief.

...

In the camp of the Crusaders.

"Hans, why are you here?"

Lothar, who was dealing with military affairs, looked at the person in surprise.

With a mysterious smile on Hans' face, he leaned forward: "My lord, do you think I brought you something good?"

In the tent, Veneto, who saw Hans's smile, folded his hands on his chest, sneered in his heart, and cursed with some disdain: "Fawning."

"This is."

Lothar looked at the yellow-green beans wrapped in a white cloth in Hans' hands, and sniffed them with the tip of his nose. Then he asked a little uncertainly, "Coffee beans?"

"Ok!"

Hans nodded again and again: "You can taste it, it only has a very faint bitter taste."

Lothar picked up the coffee beans from Hans with some surprise: "Where did they come from?"

He remembered that according to the history of his world, it was not until the Ottoman rule in Arabia that this special drink, which was used to replace alcohol, became popular.

Hans said with a smile: "Isn't there a caravan camp next to our military camp? Today I went shopping with a few knights of the Royal Knights, and I happened to see an Abyssinian businessman chewing this kind of beans. —they use coffee beans as a kind of dry food that is easy to carry, and they chew them after drying.”

"Why is it green?"

Lothar doesn't understand coffee, and he doesn't like drinking coffee, but this does not affect that this thing can become another pillar industry in his territory.

Hans hesitated for a while and asked, "Maybe it's not cooked?"

At this time.

Lothar frowned suddenly: "Hans, wait a moment."

He took out the slightly hot coat of arms on his chest, and after picking it up, Celinina's indifferent voice sounded from the opposite side: "My lord, I failed to deal with the enemy's caster, he escaped with the help of teleportation."

Lothar was slightly startled, but still said, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but he's in a bad state. I pierced his heart with the magic-resistant gold. No matter how many life-saving methods the wizard has, he won't be back on the battlefield in a short time."

"Okay, I see, good work, Nina."

"Do you need me to rush back immediately?"

Celinina's voice sounded again.

Lothar hesitated for a moment, and said: "Forget it, Saladin's two divisions have been frustrated. Next, he will either withdraw his troops again and return without success, or he should give it a go. Time is limited, and you can come back soon." That's too late."

Seemingly worried that Celinina would get angry, Lothar said again: "Nina, Gaza City depends on you."

"Yes, I understand."

After hanging up the communication with Celinina, Anna said, "Is it time for a decisive battle?"

"Ah."

Lothar stood up and stretched his waist: "Saladin either retreats or advances. It seems safe to retreat, but then he will face endless internal friction. He will spend the rest of his life in forcibly pinching himself On the dynasty that was created."

He paused slightly, and said in a confident tone: "So, Saladin will not retreat."

After finishing his words, he said in a loud voice: "Hans, sound the horn and send an order that all the soldiers under the jurisdiction of the border area of ​​Jordan are ready to fight immediately! Torle, inform His Majesty the King for me—that the warplane is here!"

"Prajna, put on the armor for me."

Lothar got up and walked to the armor stand.

...

At the same time, it was not far from the Crusader camp.

In Saladin's camp.

"Master Shamel, what do you want me for?"

"Your confidant's favorite general has sent a message, and Gaza City may not be able to take it down."

"Oh?"

Saladin was not surprised, but a look of anticipation flashed in his eyes: "Did Master Salman not make a move?"

Schemael sighed a little: "It was shot, but according to Adil, there is a high probability that he died at the hands of a Frankish witch."

"Strong?"

"Very strong."

Shemer knew Salman's strength. Even if he shot with Fire Dragon, it was almost impossible to kill Salman if he could defeat him.

Schemael's voice was a little dignified: "Adil believes that now that the enemy's reinforcements have been lured away, it is a good time for you to march."

Saladin was silent.

His eyes were full of restraint, and his usually calm body trembled slightly: "What if the enemy has a more powerful spellcaster? I remember that the Marquis Losa has two female knights with extraordinary strength in the information."

"There is a high probability that this one will not be as strong as this one. At least it was so difficult for him to kill a little black dragon some time ago... Oh, Saladin, you don't know, there are not many spellcasters in this world who can reach the level of Salman."

Schermail's judgment is very objective, but he still said: "I have to remind you that a spellcaster like Salman who is willing to work hard for others is very rare."

"Not including Master Shemail, right?"

"of course."

Schmail didn't intend to work hard for Saladin.

The price tag of hundreds of materials a month is not enough for him to be worthy of Salman.

Saladin thought for a while, and then said: "Normal calculation, how long will it take for that witch to come here?"

Shemaier shook his head and said: "I don't know, it may take two or three days, or it may take longer, and it is also possible that she is good at space magic, or has this kind of treasure, and she came to us in the blink of an eye. "

"So, are you still gambling?"

Saladin hesitated.

But Schemael suddenly said: "Saladin, how can there be a sure-fire war in this world? In the past, when you led an army of tens of thousands and were defeated by hundreds of knights led by the little king of the Franks, you must have never thought that you would lose?"

Tajiding, who was standing by the side, was furious: "Presumptuous!"

Saladin laughed instead, and he laughed heartily: "Indeed, having too much has made me hesitant. Master Schemael, please use your dragon beast to open the way for our army."

"it is good."

Shemaier bowed slightly, and left the camp without even looking at Takidin.

Accompanied by a suppressed dragon roar.

In the camp, more than a dozen dire dragons locked in the animal pen raised their heads and roared.

In high spirits, Saladin put on his helmet, stepped on the shoulders of the Nubian black slaves, and got on his horseback: "The time has come to recapture Gudes, and the time has come to expel the evil Frankish barbarians from the Fertile Crescent." !"

"For the holy fire!"

The Kasaji guards who surrounded him shouted loudly: "The holy fire is on top, the highest and the highest!"

(End of this chapter)