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"What kind of monster is this?"

People's faces were full of horror.

"It's just a rotting corpse that came back from the dead!"

Haas drew out half of his sword, strode forward, and slashed with both hands diagonally. The swollen corpse with only one arm raised its arm to block, but half of the shoulder was chopped off cleanly, and another horizontal slash struck him. His head was chopped off.

Haas looked at the dirty blood splattering and spat. Just as he was about to say something, he heard someone shouting in horror: "Look behind me! Look behind me!"

Outside the forest, the corpses that had been randomly discarded and piled together shook their bodies and stood up again.

Chelinina frowned and muttered: "No wonder those hyenas didn't choose to eat these corpses. I didn't notice these abnormalities."

After these corpses stood up staggeringly, they all looked at the people in the center of the oasis, their dark eyes containing no emotion at all.

It makes people feel chilly in their hearts.

The war horse stirred restlessly.

Roar--

A roar sounded like a signal to charge.

Hundreds of walking corpses immediately started running on their hands and knees like cheetahs.

The accompanying hussars took off their weapons from their saddles.

But the enemy came too suddenly. No one could guarantee to wear a full set of armor and equipment at all times during the march in such a bad climate as the Holy Land, and the horses could not bear such weight.

So in their haste they only took their shields and weapons.

Haas raised his kite shield with the gryphon emblem and shouted loudly: "Get ready for battle, drive our precious horses and camels behind, and don't let any monster rush through our way." Line of defense.”

"Yes, boss."

The hussars lined up and waited.

"Don't be afraid, don't panic, hold your position, no one is allowed to take a step back, these monsters are nothing to be afraid of, I just killed one easily."

Haas kept shouting to boost morale: "Send these monsters where they belong, for God's will!"

The guide, however, seemed to be stunned into silence. He stood there and kept muttering: "Black magic, this is the devil's black magic!"

Haas said angrily: "Stop standing there stupidly. If you want to survive, get your weapons!"

The guide who was dragged back to the team by Hass was trembling: "Yasar dares to use this kind of black magic that desecrates corpses. This is against religious law. After death, you will go to hell. I want to tell you this." Pass it on!”

Haas sneered: "It's useless. No one will believe that a pious lord who is willing to sacrifice his own territory in order to resist the infidels will use such heinous evil witchcraft; no one is willing to listen to a surrender." Frankish Bedouin Charges.”

At this time.

The hussars saw that Cellinina walked out of the team alone, carrying two swords on her back.

"Miss Cellinina!"

Haas shouted hastily.

Chelinina didn't reply, she just closed her eyes and silently counted the distance between the zombies and herself.

Her ten slender fingers were holding the sword hilt.

When the oncoming rotten stench became more and more intense, and the hoarse roars in their throats could be clearly heard in the ears, the two swords were suddenly unsheathed with a clang.

In just a moment, people's ears heard the shrill wind howl they heard before again.

The violent air flow passed through the gaps in the coniferous forest.

The azure sword edge, with a hair-raising coldness, was like a scythe harvesting wheat fields, slashing through countless groups of terrifying zombies. The next moment, the whole world became quiet.

Each corpse was cut open in the middle, and the upper half of the body fell to the ground. The broken bones were as smooth as a mirror, and the bone marrow mixed with blood could be seen inside.

Many of the dissected corpses were still squirming, but no longer posed any threat to people.

She put her swords back into their scabbards, subconsciously frowning as the smell in the air became worse.

"It's time for us to get out of here."

She turned around and said.

Haas opened his mouth slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief. Very few people had seen the whole picture of Chelinina during the battle. Even if they had seen it, they could not connect the gorgeous sword edge with this thin girl.

The defenders at the top of Gaza City should have a deep understanding of their current mood.

"Yes, leave!"

"Get out of here quickly, who knows if the evil pagans have set any other traps."

After getting over the initial shock, the hussars reacted one after another and returned to their mounts as quickly as possible. The team quickly left this oasis that could no longer provide them with any supplies.

The frightened team was far away from the oasis before they turned back and looked there from a distance.

Their expressions were a little complicated. As wing cavalry, their loyalty and combat skills were unquestionable - but no one was mentally prepared to fight monsters, which were not the same as monsters like the Tyrannosaurus.

The resurrected corpse, in any myth or legend, can inspire the most fear in people's hearts.

With a trace of fear on his face, the local knight asked: "Miss Chelinina, if we die in the battle with the pagans, will we turn into that kind of monster?" Chelinina looked at it. She glanced at him and shook her head.

"will not."

The voice is firm and gives people confidence.

"These zombies have no intelligence, no control, and cannot distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. The enemy will not use this kind of spell on the frontal battlefield."

Resurrecting corpses only looks scary. In fact, they are far less scary than the torrent of undead summoned by Mudriji during the battle in Galilee, which ordinary people cannot touch.

The local knight who likes to argue asked: "What if they are crazy and want to die with us?"

Chelinina looked at the eager eyes and forced a smile. She raised her tone and said, "Don't forget, what is the name of the adults you are loyal to? The holy spear held by Knight Commander Jeana. , and what does it represent?”

"Correct!"

"We have the holy spear to help us. What do these evil spirits have to fear?"

"Your Majesty the Marquis will lead us to victory!"

The hussars shouted.

Seeing the demoralized team regaining its momentum, Cellinina breathed a sigh of relief. She felt that she was more suitable for a solitary assassination operation, rather than leading a group of mortal knights to fight like a nanny.

...

At the same time, dozens of miles apart.

Groups of Crusaders were forming a huge procession that stretched for miles. Their carriages and horses rolled up smoke and dust. When viewed from a high altitude, they looked like winding pythons, marching in the vast desert.

The Crusaders, who had been resting outside Gaza City for several days, received the supplies and baggage raised by Cardinal Sebastian. Even though the news from the front was quite bad, they still started to march under the leadership of Lothar.

After three days of hard march, Lothar and the leading troops of the Crusaders had arrived at El-Arish, a town guarding the gateway to Egypt.

The town had apparently been abandoned as the intelligence said.

Stopping at the gate of the town, a bard holding a drawing board came to Lothar and begged: "Your Highness, please keep this posture and don't move. I swear in the name of God, this will become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation." .”

Lothar was riding on an Arabian war horse and frowned: "This is not possible. I am busy with military affairs and I don't have time to be a model for you here."

The bard's face was full of sincerity: "At least please wait a moment so that I can record your heroic appearance. You know, this painting will appear on the walls of many churches in the future, because this will be your conquest of Egypt." the starting point.”

"Ok."

Lothar waited helplessly for a moment, until the bard said with satisfaction: "Okay, Your Highness, I have set up the framework, and then I just need to fill in the details - don't worry, I didn't use any There is no unnecessary polish, because your own handsomeness and majesty are enough to break the heart of anyone who sees this painting."

He's quite good at talking.

Lothar sighed with emotion, glanced at the draft of the painting that would most likely be titled "Marquis Lothar Occupying El Arish", politely commented "Not bad", and left in a hurry.

After walking into the town with the leading cavalry team, Lothar discovered that Arish's current situation was even worse than he expected.

There were ruins everywhere. In order to prevent the Crusaders from tearing down the timber of the houses to make siege engines, the Saracens set a fire and almost burned the entire city to the ground.

That is to say, those stone buildings cannot be destroyed in a short period of time, otherwise Lothar has reason to believe that the Saracens will smash all the stones that can be polished into stone bullets into gravel.

Crossing a street, Lothar came to the central square in front of Arish.

Before he even got close, Lothar smelled a burnt smell.

There were burnt corpses all over the place, including those of humans, horses, camels, women holding children, and men clutching weapons. Everyone was burnt black, and their death patterns were different, making people feel heart-stopping.

"Yasal started a massacre here."

Coors looked at this scene with a calm expression: "The deceased are those citizens who were unwilling to follow him to leave, or opposed him to clear the country. Most of them were Bedouin, and there were also many Arabs."

"If Hans saw it, he would feel very guilty."

Lothar only said this sentence.

If it were him in the past, he would probably blame himself very much.

But it's different now. It's not that he has lost his compassion, but that he clearly knows that this land is not unified in his hands. Even if it takes another 800 years, it will still be a whirlpool of turmoil and chaos.

"Kurs, after I am crowned queen, I will not allow any lord in my territory who points his butcher knife at the people of my territory."

"My lord is kind."

Coors smiled and took off his hat.

Lothar smiled: "It's a pity that they won't eat pots of milk to welcome the royal army because of my arrival. In the eyes of the Copts, there is no difference between us and the Arabs who enslaved them. In the eyes of the Arabs, we are They are savage and cruel Frankish barbarians."

He had no intention of staying here anymore and ordered: "Don't touch those corpses. We will camp outside the city tonight. Remember to remind the soldiers that they are not allowed to drink water from any well here."

"As you wish."

Qin Officials in July is really a work that opened the door to a new world for me. It taught me that historical texts can be written in such detail.

I never expected that such a talented author would pass away so early.

I hope everyone will pay more attention to their health in work and life.