People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 464
In the dim military camp, the sound of rushing water could be heard.

Cellinina soaked herself in the tub and came up to the surface for a long time to take a breath.

"Eh?"

She looked at the little bat standing on the table with white hair on his collar, like a white scarf: "Why are you here?"

The little bat flapped its wings and stood on the edge of the tub, moving slowly and without answering. There was a hint of disappointment in his voice: "Where did you hide the cookie box? I can't find it."

"I didn't hide it, it was just in the drawer."

The little bat said "Oh" and turned back to his human form. He ran to the cabinet, took out the biscuit box from the drawer, took out a biscuit covered with rich chocolate sauce, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it carefully.

"Nina, don't you feel bored while I'm not around you?"

"Fortunately."

Chelinina pursed her lips: "My lord has asked me to do some things, such as calculating the fodder and fine materials consumed by the war horses in the military camp every day, so it is quite fulfilling."

"Why do you all have something to do?"

Fringilla was not satisfied.

Chelinina said helplessly: "If you feel really bored, go do something serious. For example, the wolfsbane potion you prepared played a key role this time. Fulin, you are good at this." talented."

"But I don't want to delve into potions."

Fringilla yawned lazily: "You don't need me. I think it's time to prepare a coffin for yourself and take a long sleep - I'm just worried that when I wake up, you will all Forgot about me."

Chelinina said as if coaxing a child: "No, you haven't shown up much in the past two days, and the adults are still looking for you. Your blood addiction should have eased, so stop avoiding him."

"Oh."

Fringilla's face was full of confusion.

Lothar's dragonborn bloodline combines the most essence of each dragon's life. It is the instinct of all vampires to desire his blood. It's okay for people like Coors not to have tasted it. Once they taste it, they will have the feeling. Addictive feeling.

"Nina, I want to sleep with you tonight."

"Okay, but you have to take a shower first, you're soaked in the smell of blood."

"Then let's wash together."

Before Nina could react, a snow-white body had already entered the tub: "You're so cold."

"Tsk, I didn't expect Nina that your thing is not big, but it is so flexible."

"Don't mess around."

"The butt is also elastic."

"If you keep doing this, I'm going out."

"Okay okay."

Fringilla retracted her restless little hand with a look of unwillingness.

...

Early the next morning.

Keng!
The cross sword in Lothar's hand fiercely blocked Hans' long sword. He stepped forward with his left foot, bumped his shoulder forward, and crashed into Hans's arms. He staggered away, and with his backhand, he hit Hans with a sword. Chest.

"You are careless, Hans."

Hans's face was full of surprise: "Sir, have you acquired any new abilities?"

As a swordsman, Hans could easily see Lothar's transformation. It seemed like it was just a step forward, but in fact the gap was huge.

"No, I just went through a period of special training."

The book world of Prajna is actually very suitable as a training ground, but Prajna has limited strength and cannot send too many people in.

Even sending it to Lothar himself was still very difficult.

Moreover, in the world in the book, only the scenery Lothar saw would become real. The rest was really nothingness. Prajna could not create a world, even if it relied on a book as a medium.

"By the way, what happened to the villain lord you told me about before?"

"died."

Hans felt a little guilty.

Lothar became interested and asked, "How?"

"He drank too much that day, so I found a prostitute who had a grudge against him and stabbed him to death on the bed."

"Where's the prostitute?"

"I gave her a sum of money and sent her on a merchant ship to Apennines. She may have found a decent man to marry now."

"This thing is a bit rough. The doctors in the camp are all our people. Isn't it more secretive to put some poison in his wine and pretend to be a horse than to directly use the knife?"

After Lothar finished speaking, he added, "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"Mr. Coors said that there is no need to worry about such an unflattering matter."

Lothar nodded expressionlessly: "Next time you encounter something like this, just throw the gloves in his face. Your character doesn't need to engage in such conspiracies."

Hans felt a little ashamed: "I'm sorry, sir."

"Hans, you are an upright person, and there is nothing wrong with that in itself." Lothar smiled and patted his shoulder: "But the world is neither black nor white, but gray."

...

time flies.

The Crusaders were mobilized intensively, and large amounts of supplies were transported from Cyprus and Sicily to the Holy Land.

Countless carriages loaded with food and supplies drove into the cities and fortresses that the Crusaders must pass through on their way south, waiting for the Crusaders to pick them up.

In ten days, the Crusaders, who had rested and recuperated, set off on their way south to Egypt under the leadership of Lothar.

In this battle, the Knights Hospitaller sent [-] troops, including [-] knights, [-] squire knights, and the rest were armored sergeants; the Templar Knights sent more troops, with [-] knights led by Grand Master Gerald, and two One hundred honorary knights (referring to married members who joined the order), more than a thousand light cavalry, and two thousand sergeants.

The difference in troop dispatch between the two knights lies in their different development focuses. The main force of the Hospitallers is concentrated in the territory of Duke Raymond in the north. The main force must stay here to guard against Saladin's comeback.

In addition to the military strength of the two knights, there are also the troops sent by the lords of all parties to join. The number ranges from a dozen to hundreds to thousands, and the total is about 1.

This is the majority of the mobile troops that the Kingdom of Jerusalem can produce. The rest must guard the territory and cannot be deployed at will.

Excluding these, we have the pilgrims and crusaders in the true sense.

Some of them are wandering knights from Europe, some are knights and minor nobles who have sold off all their real estate and come to the Holy Land to seek salvation, or opportunities to gain fame and fame, and then there are the large-scale Crusaders of the Poor.

These poor crusaders are not simply recruiting old farmers. They all have more or less combat experience. Some are mercenaries, and some are even former bandits. They know that they are guilty of serious sins, so they come to the Holy Land to seek redemption. Also the strongest, of course, it would be great if he could survive and capture or rob a Saracen noble.

There are more than [-] people in this group, and the number is still increasing.

Every day, crusaders came in small groups and joined Lothar's command. Many of them were in rags. They took a piece of rag and embroidered a simple cross on it, and then claimed that they were from the crusaders. Poor pilgrim.

For these rabble, Lothar could not repatriate them directly, but they were really not much of a fighting force if they stayed in the military camp. He couldn't bear to use them as cannon fodder. After much thought, he had no choice but to send them back when passing by Hebron for supplies. They were all thrown into the training camp. Those who were really weak in combat ability and the older ones were given land to settle in. Those who were capable of training were used as supplementary troops for training.

The nearly [-] Transjordanian coalition forces he led also repatriated many peasant soldiers. The shortfalls were filled by the heirs of the nobles who swore allegiance to him and the soldiers under their command. Overall, he still had more than [-] troops under his command. , the number does not decrease but increases, but the control over it is obviously not as high as before.

Iskanderiya (Alexandria).

Contrary to Lothar's imagination, Adil did not station his troops at the border of Mansoura Province. The straight-line distance between Gaza City and Cairo is not much farther than the distance from Gaza to Jerusalem, but he did not seem to have built a city on the border for defense. idea.

Through the window, you can happen to see the Alexandria Lighthouse standing on the edge of the port with a roaring bonfire.

Alexander, a famous conqueror, although the empire he established was as short-lived as a flash in the pan, the Hellenistic era created by him and his successors left an indelible symbol on the world.

For example, this lighthouse was built by the son of Ptolemy I, Alexander's confidant.

"Sir Adil, the news you want us to spread has spread wildly in the streets and alleys in the past few days. Many local leaders can't sit still and want to come to see you."

"No one questions it?"

"No, the Crusader prince named Lothar is well known for his persecution of heretics in his territory."

Adil put his chin on his hands and sneered.

As the governor of Egypt and the second-in-command of the Ayyubid Dynasty after Saladin, he had long been deeply disgusted with these local leaders who were acting in secret, especially those remnants of the Fatimid dynasty.

"Master, are we really going to give up on Arish? The lord of that city is very loyal to you."

"So, what do you want me to do, my loyal servant?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Adil's eyes: "Bury my brother and my army in that coastal town, and then leave Egypt in disgrace on a small boat, and weep bitterly in front of my brother's seat?"

"Master, I definitely didn't mean this."

"I know you don't."

"Muzar, I believe in your loyalty, but you don't need to consider military issues for me. If you really have this ability, I will not let you serve me in daily life, but go out to supervise a territory, or work alone. Take charge of an army."

The current situation is indeed not good for him, and what is even worse is that the people of Egypt are unstable.

Those local leaders did not care that Saladin replaced the Fatimid dynasty and became the ruler of Egypt. Now, they most likely will not care about a Christian king.

There are also those Shizhi Zoroastrians who have been excluded and expelled, which are also a factor of instability.

The town of El-Arish emerged because it was located on the pilgrimage route. It produces crops such as dates and castor. In addition, it serves as a supply point for pilgrims and a transit point for Bedouin nomads selling leather and cheese. stand.

It has few dangers to defend and is difficult to supply.

The local leaders wanted to see him, asking him to defend Al-Arish and keep the Crusaders out of the country, but of course he would not do that!
"Pass my order to Yasar to abandon El-Arish and immediately lead his army to garrison at Feraima. In addition, tell him to burn all supplies before leaving, fill up the wells, and fill up the wells nearby, even if they only have shells. All the oases and water sources known only to the nomads were also destroyed.”

"Owner!"

The slave's face was full of disbelief.

"I hope you are right, Yasar is loyal to me."

He rubbed his rough cheeks tiredly, destroying the precious water source in the desert, which is still the survival of the Bedouin nomads, this will definitely make the Bedouin who are not very peaceful to resist.

But right now I can't care about that much anymore.

The enemy is strong and we are weak. Now, if we want to defeat the Crusaders, or at least lose the Sinai Peninsula and keep the precious delta and the Nile River coast, we can only rely on the right time and location.

"Yes, Master."

The slave responded.

　To solicit opinions on the name of the country, there are several references: Eastern Frankish Kingdom, Crusader Overseas Kingdom, Egyptian Kingdom, and King of the Copts.

　　
　
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