People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 474
Ferai Mai.

This is the last gateway into Egypt. In later generations, a large seaport city named Port Said will be built here because of the Suez Canal that traverses the Mediterranean and the Red Sea.

But now, it is just a brick and earth castle that is not very majestic and can accommodate only three thousand defenders.

Standing on the brick wall of this castle, you can vaguely hear the roar of the Nile River tributaries in the distance as they merge into the Mediterranean Sea. Behind this castle built on a slope is the fertile Nile Delta.

It is like a green ginkgo leaf, suddenly appearing in a barren desert, bringing infinite vitality to the entire Egypt.

It is the existence of this oasis that gives Egypt its reputation as the granary of the Mediterranean.

Nowadays, Freimai Castle is filled with refugees waiting to cross the river. They dragged their families and finally crossed the desert of death. However, during the few days of waiting in this small and cramped castle, many people died of hunger due to hunger. or death from disease.

On the upper floor of the castle, in a room with a window facing the sea.

Lord Yasar was looking in disbelief at the Bedouin chief who was crying to him.

"A group of black-armored knights suddenly appeared? Not only did they escape the detection of the condor of your tribe, but you were about to jump into each other's faces before they suddenly appeared and killed you to pieces. ?”

"Mr. Yasar, this is absolutely true. It's not that I'm dim-sighted. It's that those black-armored cavalry are definitely not normal living people. Not only can they appear silently, but their armor is extremely strong. During the battle, they don't show any signs of damage at all. They don't care about the damage to their bodies, and they won't make any sound even if they are hit with a blunt instrument, as if they don't feel pain at all, and they don't have any fear."

Speaking of this, some old chiefs couldn't help but burst into tears: "Master Yasar, those are the devils summoned by a group of pagans. They are definitely not something that our soldiers of the Mor tribe can resist. My people, those The poor young men were all buried in that desert and became food for vultures and hyenas."

With a sad look on his face, Yasar stepped forward to help the crying chief, and spoke softly and gently: "I am very sad to hear this news, but the prophet once said that all the Zoroastrian believers who died of illness or died in the process of jihad , will all ascend to heaven.”

"My brother, your people are now swimming in the rivers flowing with milk and honey. From now on, they will not experience cold or heat, no famine, no wind and sand. They will all have young and beautiful spouses and fresh fruits at their fingertips."

"This is something that each of us envy, even be jealous of. How can you be sad and cry because of it?"

The chief and Yasar looked at each other. If he said he didn't believe it at all, it would definitely be impossible, but if he really believed it - then he was not here now, but was killed by the "Nilfgaard Cavalry" The mount was trampled to a pulp.

With a hint of hope, he asked: "Master Yasar, they can really ascend to heaven, right?"

Yasar said firmly: "Of course, it's absolutely true!"

The chief lowered his head, was silent for a moment, and said: "Master Yasar, don't forget what you promised to our Mor tribe."

"Of course, not only will I not forget it, but Lord Adil and His Majesty Saladin will also not forget the sacrifices of your Mor tribe. You are truly devout Zoroastrian believers. The entire Zoroastrian world will be impressed by your piety, not to mention All you want is a small, insignificant ranch."

"That's fine, that's fine."

The chief was stunned and nodded repeatedly: "As long as there is a lush pasture and a few years, the Moer tribe can become prosperous again."

After fooling away the Bedouin chief who had suffered heavy losses, the smile on Yassar's face disappeared instantly. He paced back and forth in the room, muttering: "Cavalry in black armor, uniform and well-equipped, with strict discipline. Not afraid of life and death, this is definitely the elite of the enemy's elite. Fortunately, I did not send out my Mamluk guards, otherwise, they don't know how many of them would come back alive."

"It's just strange, why have I never heard that Lothar has such an army?"

"Before, he didn't use it when he fought King Saladin, he didn't use it when he fought Rauf, and he didn't use it when he went on an expedition to Cyprus. Is it just to use it at this time to deal with a group of Bedouin nomads?"

This is too funny.

After pondering for a moment, Yasar came to the conclusion: "It seems that the European monarchs have sent troops."

In the past, the armies of European kings were strong, but they were reckless and unfamiliar with the terrain, which often did not pose much of a threat to them.

But this time, the troops sent by European monarchs were not only well-trained, but also committed to the task of protecting food and grass. This was terrifying.

"They came very quickly, and I'm afraid they really sent out all the troops at the bottom of the box this time. Do I really want to fight to the death with the heretics here? If I lose too much strength, Adil won't be able to do it by then." What if you are willing to fulfill your promise?”

Yasar paced back and forth, hesitating in his heart.

"This Lothar is really terrifying. No wonder King Saladin was defeated by him twice in a row."

After a long while, he took a deep breath and said, "Where is Master Suwada?"

The servant whispered: "Master, he is in the basement."

"Tell him it's time to repay Arish's blood sacrifice."

The servant's expression changed slightly, and he nodded with some fear.

To him, the massacre in El-Arish was like a nightmare that he did not want to recall. In addition to frightening the residents there and making them abandon the city, it was all to complete a bloody sacrifice.

Just as the servant was about to go out, Yasar suddenly seemed to think of something and asked: "Where is Governor Ibn of Damietta? Has he heard any news?"

Damietta is located next to the Fort of Ferai and is located in the eastern part of the Nile Delta. Once Fort of Ferai is captured, his territory will face the front of the Crusaders.

He didn't know whether the lords of various places were in a hurry or not, but Governor Ibn of Damietta was definitely the ally who most hoped that he could successfully defend Fort Freime.

"Sir, Governor Ibn said that he would immediately send troops to support, but he refused to accept those Bedouin refugees. He said that his territory could not accommodate these wild and untamed nomads who did not know what to obey."

The servant looked troubled.

Yassar was not annoyed at all, as if he had expected this: "Crossing the river and burning the bridge is really the usual style of Master Ibn. Oh, then tell the news to the refugees and let them choose whether to stay in Ferai. Mai, fought to the death with the infidels, but ran to the territory of Governor Ibn and was hanged on the gallows." After making the decision, Yasar is now much calmer.

He is familiar with Adil's usual style, and he is most likely not the kind of person to burn bridges across rivers. What's more, tearing down the bridge of his model of loyalty is definitely not what a smart person should do for Adil.

By then, who else would be willing to be loyal to him?
What's more, Yasar even burned his richest territory, El-Arish, to the ground. If he abandons the city and runs away now, wouldn't it mean that all his previous achievements have been wasted?

hold on!

At the very least, the Crusaders must pay a sufficient price.

Let Governor Adil see his talent!
...

Crusader camp in El-Arish.

After listening to Prajna's report.

Lothar couldn't help but frown.

Only a group of tribal cavalry were eliminated...

What is certain is that this is by no means the main force of the Saracens. It can be seen from the equipment and combat methods that they are not even cavalry in the true sense, but a group of armed nomads.

And he thought that Adil would do his best to stop him on the Sinai Corridor.

After all, defending the enemy outside the country is always the option with the least loss.

"Forget it, as long as there is no problem with the supplies, thank you for your hard work."

Lothar smiled and reassured.

Prajna's new form has not significantly improved her physical strength, but in terms of ability diversity, the improvement is huge.

In the past, it would have been difficult for her to defeat hundreds of Bedouin knights by herself, let alone nearly annihilate them.

"Ah."

Hang up the communication.

Coors said in a deep voice: "Sir, I actually understand Adil's thoughts very well."

"Defending the enemy from outside will only damage Adil's own strength."

"The Egyptian lords will not feel the same way about this. Instead, they may wait for the price and take advantage of the situation. After Adil's strength is damaged, they will wantonly ask for various privileges at the expense of supporting him."

"Even if you weren't 'famous', I feel that many of them might try to defect to you, even if you are a heretic."

Kors smiled helplessly.

Lothar shrugged, there was nothing he could do about it.

If every land is taken, no harm will be done to the common people, and high-ranking families will be spared.

Then if he attacks the city and plunders the territory, wouldn’t it all result in negative returns?

Then he might as well hide at home and farm, waiting for the Tree of Life to turn Transjordan into a heaven on earth.

"Heh, isn't this guy afraid of getting off on his own?"

Lothar sneered.

According to Coors' analysis, Adil will most likely implement an appeasement policy in the early stage. This is of course a good thing for him, but he always feels that things will not go so smoothly.

"Sir, you seem to lack a certain understanding of your strength."

"If I were Adil, I would never have had the possibility to hold on to Egypt without losing any ground from the beginning."

"After all, even Saladin lost to you. No matter how great the loss is, if half of Egypt is conquered and plundered by you, as long as it can be defended in the end, it is not a loss."

Lothar nodded slightly: "I understand, so Adil's current plan is to wait for Saladin's support, wait for the fear of those local lords, and beg him to come forward to take charge of the overall situation and turn passivity into initiative, right?"

"This is just my humble opinion."

"That's most likely it."

Kors nodded: "There is news from Miss Cellinina. While looking for the oasis, she broke through a trap set by the enemy. From the looks of it, it looks like it was done by a necromancer."

"Currently, we can't tell if the enemy spellcaster has any special abilities, but I'm afraid he won't be easy to deal with."

Lothar said "Yes": "No matter who he is, he can't be more difficult than the guy riding the dragon. Pass the order and send out troops tomorrow. Since Adil is willing to cut off his flesh, I'm not afraid of indigestion!"

(End of this chapter)