People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 476 Iris on white background

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The brass bell on the tower jingled.

The bonfire on the Holy Fire Altar soared several feet high.

The soldiers at the top of the city were hurriedly arranging their weapons and equipment, placing bows and arrows within easy reach, taking rolling logs, pounding stones, push rods and other defensive equipment from the tower warehouses and moving them onto the city wall.

Adlam pushed aside the two tribesmen who were blocking him, quickly lay down on the city wall and looked into the distance.

Where only the horizon is visible, the sky is filled with dust, and countless flags of various colors are like the tide of the Nile River, carrying a torrent of steel, with an unstoppable and desperate momentum, densely packed and overwhelming.

"The holy fire is on!"

"These pagan demons marched as if they were one man. I have never seen such an army."

"Even King Saladin lost to these pagan demons, what can we do to resist the enemy's army?"

"I heard that the brave and skilled young men of the Mor tribe were defeated in just one round when faced with the Crusaders' cavalry. The Mor tribe used to be the strongest among our tribes."

The defenders were worried. The terrible legend of the Crusaders had been around for a long time. In addition, the people leading the battle were all elites directly under Lothar.

At this time, someone shouted: "Master is coming up!"

"Master Yasar, where are our reinforcements?"

"Did we abandon our ancestral land and burn down the towns we worked so hard for just to come here and fight to the death with the infidels in an isolated and helpless situation with little food and clothing?"

Facing the influx of questions, Yasar looked calm: "The heathen army has just arrived. They are exhausted, hungry and thirsty. They need time to rest, and they need to go far away to cut down trees and build siege engines." , and the reinforcements from Governor Ibn will arrive soon."

He loudly said: "We gave up Arish and the ancestral land where we have lived for generations, not to be trapped in this small fortress and wait for the end of the battle, but to achieve the final victory!"

"As long as we hold on to Ferai Mai, reinforcements will continue to gather towards Ferai Mai, and we will become the heroes of the entire Zoroastrian world!"

The defenders were persuaded by Yasar.

Indeed, in the desert, it is difficult to even find firewood that can make a fire, let alone the high-quality wood needed to build siege equipment. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for the Crusaders to launch an attack in a short time.

Adlam said solemnly: "But they have no intention of setting up camp."

Yasar burst out laughing at this: "That would be great. If the stupid and reckless Crusaders choose to attack by force, we will teach them what the bravery of Zoroastrian warriors is!"

Under the city wall, the nomads in the outer city have climbed onto the city wall with weapons in hand. They are eerily silent, as if they don't know what fear is at all.

Yasar pointed at these people and shouted: "Look, my brothers, the warriors in the outer city are not as well-equipped as us, and their fighting power is not as strong as us, but they did not show any fear when facing the pagan demons. .”

"Because they have already regarded death as home!"

"Because in this holy war, every person who dies will ascend to heaven!"

"The holy fire burns forever, the highest and the greatest!"

The defenders at the top of the city regained their morale, raised their weapons, and shouted.

Below the city, Lothar, who was riding back to Eclipse, carefully looked at this small but strong enough castle.

"Lotha, why don't we set up camp yet?"

Baron Godfrey rode up.

He knew very well that the army did not carry disassembled siege engines, unless they were carrying simple ladders and climbing the wall to attack. However, although the Crusaders were large in number, they could not withstand such damage.

"No, we will take a short rest and attack the city immediately."

Lothar waved her hand.

Baron Godfrey's tone became more urgent: "Without siege equipment, how can we attack the city?"

Lothar looked at Baron Godfrey and smiled: "Who said I don't have siege equipment?"

He knew that Baron Godfrey had no ill intentions, but was worried that he had no experience in siege warfare and underestimated the brutality of siege warfare.

Lothar looked at the 'Iron Knight' beside him: "Prajna, please."

Prajna nodded slightly.

In front of Lothar, in the open space reserved by two teams of fully armed Varangian Guards, well-made giant trebuchets suddenly appeared without any warning, as if they were already there.

Godfrey was stunned.

Even though he knew that there was witchcraft and supernatural power in this world, it was still difficult for him to understand this ability to create something out of nothing.

Lothar said nonchalantly: "Moses left Egypt and wanted to cross the Red Sea, and God divided the water so that he could pass."

Baron Godfrey was stunned for a moment and then came to his senses: "Now that the Crusaders are about to pass through Ferreima, God will give us siege engines to allow us to pass?"

"Yes, everything is God's will."

Lothar smiled and crossed himself: "Now, Baron Godfrey, please return to your post. The battle is about to begin. Protect the middle of your legs. Uldin wants to heal you." You, one of them has been cut off."

Godfrey rolled his eyes: "God loves you, people regard you as a saint, but you are actually a intolerant brat!"

After watching Baron Godfrey leave, Lothar asked again:

"How about consumption?"

Prajna said softly: "Fortunately, after all, it's just a pile of dead things summoned." "That's good."

Lothar said loudly: "Pass me an order to have the engineers accompanying the army come over immediately and take over these trebuchets. In addition, I will also order the people in the logistics battalion to prepare a sumptuous lunch for my awesome boys."

He raised his riding crop and pointed forward: "Tonight, I will stand in that tower and look at the beautiful scenery across the Nile."

At this time, the defenders of Freimai, who were condescendingly overlooking the Crusaders' camp, would naturally not ignore the giant trebuchets that appeared out of thin air.

"Adram, I read that right, right?"

Yassar clutched Adlam's arm tightly, and he felt his head was dizzy.

Adram guessed solemnly: "It's a disguise, the same disguise as those black armored cavalry! They hid their siege engines and escaped the Falcon's sight, otherwise we would never have watched them transport these." Assemble the siege equipment at the base of the city."

It seems that this is the only guess.

Yasar held on to the city wall. He had already begun to regret why he had pushed all the chips up like a gambler on the gambling table.

"Sir, look, it's the flag of Governor Ibn. Our reinforcements are coming!"

Yasar turned around in surprise.

"No, the Crusaders sent troops to intercept it."

"They have just crossed the river and haven't come to take a stand yet!"

The defenders, who had just felt a sense of joy, immediately saw the two wings of the Crusaders. Thousands of knights wearing various armors passed through the two wings of the fortress like a gust of wind.

The army under the command of Governor Ibn, who had just crossed the river to support them, reacted in a hurry. It seemed that they did not expect that the Crusaders had just arrived and would attack them before their foothold was stable.

Lothar's heavy cavalry company - a large company composed of dozens of order knights, two hundred mounted archers, two hundred winged cavalry, and four hundred religious cavalry, was like a formidable iron wall, blocking Yi's attack. In front of the Governor's reinforcements.

The enemy is a mixed team of infantry and cavalry, with a total number of more than [-], of which nearly half are cavalry riding camels and war horses, and more than [-] are elites in human and horse equipment.

It can be seen that Governor Ibn sincerely wanted to help Yasar defend Feraime, and the reinforcements sent were also a relatively elite force that he, the local governor, could provide.

The heavy cavalry company stopped halfway, conserving its power and waiting for the order to charge.

Derem took out the dried meat from his arms, put it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Hi, Camel Boy."

Aprilite shouted at the top of his lungs: "I saw it, don't hide it. Although today is Friday, no one can ask a knight who is about to go to the battlefield to fight against pagan demons to eat only food and not make people sick." A grain that increases strength.”

Derem stuffed the dried meat into his mouth and glanced helplessly at his colleagues around him: "If I didn't hide it, I would have been robbed by you guys who never have enough to eat."

"Don't be so stingy. The sage once said that sharing food with your colleagues is what a noble person should do."

"Where is this saint? A pagan saint?"

Derem mercilessly took out another piece of dried meat from the saddle bag, stuffed it into his mouth, opened the bag, and signaled to Eprit that he had none.

"You cheapskate, shameful Jew."

Derem pointed forward in a pretense of seriousness: "Pay attention to the knight commander's flag, now is not the time to make wisecracks."

At the front of the team, carrying a flag with iris flowers on a white background and a red horse in silver armor, Jeanne looked particularly eye-catching. Like the scorching sun hanging in the sky, she always attracted everyone's attention.

"Don't be so nervous, Camel Boy. This is your first time fighting with Knight Commander Jeanne, right?"

"of course."

Aprilte had a trace of pride on his face: "Have you ever heard of a saying - if you fight under the command of the Marquis, even a coward will always have infinite courage, and if you fight with the Knight Commander Jeanne, even if you are a coward, you will always have infinite courage. Even a cripple can become a sword master."

"real or fake?"

"of course it's true!"

Aprilite and all the veterans had proud expressions on their faces.

Jeanne's status in their eyes is unparalleled, not only because she is the so-called "Guardian of the Holy Spear" appointed by the Marquis, but also not only because of her charming personality that makes people fall in love without knowing it.

But because she always brings them victory.

"The signal is coming, pick up the lance, Derem!"

Aprilette's tone suddenly became serious.

Derem quickly followed the instructions: "Then what?"

"Did you see the Knight Commander's banner?"

"nonsense!"

Aprit grinned and pulled down his visor. Under the helmet, his roaring voice came: "Charge with that flag, and then welcome victory - I will use the skull of the commander on the opposite side as a bowl."

Derem also pulled down his mask and said in a loud voice: "I'm going to use it as a urine bucket - of course, I won't delay your use."

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The heavy cavalry company, which resembled the torrent of the Nile River, rushed towards the tens of thousands of Saracen troops who were hurriedly arrayed to meet the enemy with a battle cry of "In the name of the father" and the flag of the followers with white fleur-de-lis.

(End of this chapter)