People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 460

Lothar looked at the envoy being carried away on a stretcher, and said to Raymond who was still sitting in the corner: "Lord Tiberius, if I don't come back, you are going to watch the dignified envoy of the King of Hungary in front of you. Beaten to death in the Crusader camp in full public view.”

Duke Raymond raised his hand and stroked his beard, and said lightly: "How can I have the lofty prestige of the Marquis to make a group of drunken drunkards stop? Your guards don't listen to my orders."

"Furthermore, who can prove the identity of the Hungarian King's envoy? What if he is just a liar? Such people are never uncommon in the Holy Land."

Ah--

Lothar chuckled and said, "Lord Tiberius also wants to see a joke, right?"

"Who told us to be in the same boat?"

Raymond pointed to the wine glass on the table noncommittally: "Drink a glass of Bordeaux wine, your father's favorite wine. Although he is a stubborn lunatic, his taste is not bad."

Duke Raymond wants to obtain the title of Grand Duke of Cyrenaica for his son. As an important sponsor and main sponsor of Lothar, he is not worried about Lothar crossing the river and burning bridges. He is only worried about his own equity being diluted.

Once those European monarchs like sharks and crocodiles arrive and participate in the post-war distribution, even if he still has his share - the price he has to pay will be far more than cooperating with Lothar. .

"I will transfer supplies as soon as possible. The Knights, as well as the supplies donated to you by various churches, I will also follow up to ensure that they are delivered to your military camp on time. You should set off as soon as possible."

Raymond's mentality is very contradictory now. He has confidence in Lothar, otherwise he would not invest. However, the words of the Hungarian envoy did add a sense of urgency to his heart.

Lothar shook his head: "Don't worry, the kings of Europe can't come so fast."

To conquer Egypt, just follow the steps.

The European monarchs who had been "preparing" for the Crusade since his departure are now likely to be attracted by the war between the Eastern and Western Empires, which jointly invaded the Kingdom of Sicily - coupled with the poor mobilization efficiency of the feudal fiefdom system. Put there, it would be a fantasy to say that the Crusaders commanded by the kings of Europe could appear in the Kingdom of Jerusalem like divine soldiers descending from the sky in a short period of time.

Raymond shook his head and said: "That's true, but you have probably never fought a siege battle since your debut. Egypt has a flat terrain with no dangers to defend, but there are boundless deserts and fortresses guarding the throat of the oasis. Barrier. It is not impossible for you to spend several months to build a fortress, not to mention that Savodin may also dig up the Nile River and use floods to slow down your steps."

"No, Savoddin would not do that."

Lothar was very sure about this: "We now have the advantage of the sea, how long can the digging of the Nile delay our army? At worst, we can just attack from the sea by boat. Savoddin dares to do this, and those who oppose him will The power will only be greater, and for Adil, who is now basically unable to get support from Saladin, if he dares to do this, he is helping us win the hearts of the Copts."

"It seems that you already have plans for the problems you may face in the future."

Raymond mused.

"My second son will lead a cavalry to serve under your command tomorrow night. He is a very brave knight - this incident once made my eldest son very dissatisfied with me, because he also hopes to serve in the 'Guardian of the Holy Lance' Serve under my command."

"I am honored to be your patronage, and I look forward to crowning him with my own hands, Sir."

The two looked at each other and smiled, each picked up a wine glass and drank the sweet wine.

At this time, they looked like some friends.

But Lothar knew very well that the two of them were temporary partners at best, and this old guy was very thoughtful. Secretly, he didn't know how many conspiracies were concocted or fueled by him.

The regent, who has been in control of the current situation in Jerusalem for more than ten years, has already become as powerful in the Holy Land as the sacred tree of the New Habsburg, with roots reaching every corner.

"Sir, please continue to enjoy the singing and dancing. I have to teach these troublesome drunkards a lesson."

"I don't think they did anything wrong."

"I don't care about other people, and I have no right to restrict them, but in my military camp, the soldiers who belong to me must follow military orders!"

Lothar looked solemn. The Crusaders had always had a problem with loose discipline. Sometimes they could rely on their sheer courage to launch a desperate counterattack that would lead to shocking reversals, but sometimes the entire army might be ruined because of this.

He is now about to take charge of an army, and this is absolutely intolerable.

"Coors!"

He stood up and shouted loudly: "What will be the punishment for those who fight without permission in the military camp?"

Coors didn't know when he was standing next to Lothar. He said solemnly: "Ten lashes, if it's a drunken brawl, double that."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the knights and nobles immediately changed.

Lothar frowned: "Then why are you still standing there? Call the axe-wielding guards and arrest all the people who just did it and make them pay the price they deserve!"

Raymond was a little stunned and thought to himself, are you serious?
Some nobles were thoughtful and stared intently. Is this Marquis Lothar's unique military training method?No wonder the army under the Marquis, even those peasant soldiers who had just been pulled out of heaven and earth, were quite capable.

But the words "clear rewards and punishments" are easy to say. They think that they can't repeat it at all. They don't have the lofty reputation of Lothar at all. If they deal with a certain minister and are choked by the minister, it will be a loss of face.

There was silence in the field.The beautiful singing voice of the bard also seemed to be strangled by the throat, and he did not dare to let out his breath.

Only then did Raymond truly realize what kind of terrifying prestige this young Marquis, who was shrouded in a sacred halo, now possessed - even he, who had long been used to seeing wind and waves, couldn't help but have a feeling of fear. A feeling of trepidation.

"Sir, please punish me. I was the first to take action. I was also the one who yelled, 'Kill this son of a bitch'."

Derem stood up, looking a little uneasy.

Whipping in this era was no joke. The probability of someone with a slightly weaker body being beaten to death or dying of infection after injury was not small at all.

Lothar looked at the young knight and said expressionlessly: "Since the culprit has been caught, the rest of the people can be exempted from ten lashes. Today's banquet and the drinking in the army are considered to have my permission, so the remaining people will be exempted from ten lashes." Three whippings. Only this person will be punished, thirty lashes."

Derem's face turned pale.

Some knights wanted to intercede for Derem, but in the face of Lothar's sharp eyes, they did not dare to even take a step forward.

Abdullah, who was standing behind Lothar, blinked at Derem, who was full of fear. You kid is on the right track.

Two tall and powerful Varangian guards clamped down on Drim.

Lothar continued: "After receiving the flogging, stay in the wounded soldiers camp for two days. After you come out, go and serve in the heavy cavalry company for me."

Derem opened his mouth in shock: "But I haven't mastered the basic skills of a knight yet."

Light knights and knights in the conventional sense are completely different professions, with completely different fighting styles. Derem does not think that he is qualified to join a heavy cavalry company since he has just been made a knight and has not even purchased the equipment.

"No, you already know how."

Lothar pointed to his head: "Here, feel it with your heart, and you will find that you have been blessed by Heavenly Father."

Although the quota of the Order Knight is not like that of the military camp, where you can spend money to purchase equipment, but there are still many skills attached to it. As the Order Knight, they naturally master the six knightly arts, namely swordsmanship, hunting, riding, swimming, and chess. And reciting poetry.

The period of the Hundred Years' War to which the Knights of the Order belonged was already in the late Middle Ages. At that time, the qualities required of a knight were much higher than they are now. Rogue knights only rode a skinny horse and wore chains full of holes. The knight who could run rampant in the countryside with just a few words has long since withdrawn from the stage of history.

Derem still doesn't know what kind of wealth he has gained. Unlike the chief wing cavalry Ulm, who gained countless knowledge as if he had just transferred to another class, the potential of the Order Knight needs to be gradually explored.

Derem nodded in confusion. Before he could react, Lothar waved his hand and said, "Take it away!"

...

In the camp of the Redemption Order of Saint Lazarus.

In the wounded barracks, the messenger was lying alone on a bed. Herbal medicine had been applied to the bruises on his face, and he was now in burning pain.

He didn't care that he received this beating, or in other words, this was what he wanted.

The purpose is to create an impression that the kings of Europe are about to visit the Holy Land.

"You feel the urgency, the more urgent the better!"

He never believed that the Holy Land Crusaders, who set off in a hurry, could really conquer such a huge Egypt with just tens of thousands of people. It would take who knows how long it would take just to chew down the many fortresses there.

Unless Lothar really obtained the legendary Holy Spear and received God's blessing.

But how is that possible?

It's just a trick of witchcraft. He can deceive these Frankish rogue knights, but he can't deceive him. The so-called sacred trees are just the oak spirits worshiped by the Celts; the city walls that rise up overnight are just Earth spells carefully prepared by wizards.

Witches are not uncommon in Hungary.

Many deviant wizards who live in the swamp are cruel and tyrannical, and reject any mortal who enters by mistake. Many people will be cursed and turned into toads and frogs just for the slightest offense.

In his eyes, wizards are completely opposite to the word "holy".

Therefore, he believed in God, believed in divine favor, and believed that the person who truly wielded the holy spear would eventually use this holy object to regain Alexander's motto, but that person was definitely not Lothar.

"When you are defeated miserably and the Saracens suffer heavy losses, it will be time for my master to clean up the mess."

There seemed to be a fire burning in the eyes of the messenger, which made him even forget the pain on his body and wanted to drink a glass of "blood of God" (i.e. wine) immediately.

(End of this chapter)