People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 477
The fighting process is really lackluster.

The reinforcements of Governor Ibn, whose foothold was not stable, faced the charge of no less than [-] elite cavalry with Lothar's most elite heavy cavalry company as the vanguard, and there was not much left to resist.

The reinforcements still crossing the river retreated one after another.

Among the reinforcements left on the shore, most of the soldiers recruited from villages all over the country were exhausted, abandoned their helmets and armor, and wanted to swim back to the other side. However, it was the flood season of the Nile River at this time, and the river was so fast that it was impossible to swim back. go back?
A small number of elites, under the command of their respective lords, reluctantly formed a formation, but among them, the Mamluks with the most combat effectiveness could not even find their own mounts at this time, and they could not exert their full combat effectiveness.

After just one charge, the enemy fell down like wheat. Their blood dyed the Nile red, and their bodies fell into the river, flowing into the sea with the rolling waves.

Derem struggled to chop down several people, his face stained with blood.

The superb martial arts of the Knight of the Order were clearly revealed at this moment. He was obviously a new soldier, but his combat skills were already incredibly skilled.

Aprit laughed loudly: "These cowardly pagans, they fell like wheat waves. As people say, the Saracens are not worth mentioning in terms of combat effectiveness when they dig out their conspiracies. .”

This brave and skilled Crusader knight from Saxony had killed at least a dozen enemies in the battle just now, including a well-equipped Saracen nobleman, which shocked Drim's eyelids.

He thought to himself: This guy has been bragging about how he once strangled a bear with his bare hands. It's probably true!

"Those who put down their weapons will not be killed!"

As Lothar issued the order, the Saracens' last determination to resist gradually dissipated. They dropped their weapons one by one and waited dejectedly for the fate of the Crusaders.

Sebastian waved the flail in his hand, about to crush a prisoner of war to death who had dropped his weapon and given up resistance.

"Stop, Your Excellency Cardinal!"

Derem, who saw this scene, shouted hurriedly.

Beside the bishop, the knights loyal to him (referring to those knights who received land in the monastery as their own fiefs, which actually do not have feudal relations, but are in fact no different from retainers) pulled out their weapons one after another and looked at this possessor. A knight with an obviously pagan appearance.

"Stop, who are you?"

Derem pointed to the coat of arms in front of his finger: "I am a knight under the command of the Marquis. Your Excellency, Cardinal, before launching the attack, the Marquis clearly stated that it is forbidden to kill prisoners. What are you doing?"

One of the knights under Sebastian said: "Pagans are hopeless, and hell is where they should go."

"Yes, His Majesty has said that killing heretics is not murder, but salvation."

Derem frowned, you know, he was also a heretic before.

"Your Excellency Cardinal, the order of the Marquis cannot be discounted. Killing a prisoner who has laid down his arms will not bring any glory to you and the knights under your command. Instead, it will bring shame to you."

Cardinal Sebastian frowned, threw the weapon to his retinue, took off the gold cross inlaid with red gems hanging from his neck, and held it in front of Derem: "Knight, it is your Lord Marquis who is bigger, Or is His Majesty the Pope bigger?"

Of course the Marquis is bigger!
But even though I thought so in my heart, I didn't dare to say it with my mouth.

Derem fell into hesitation. As a former heretic who had no roots and was even "guilt-free to kill", it seemed that he should not force himself to do this.

“The Lord has said: Render unto God the things that are God’s, and unto Caesar the things that are Caesar’s.”

Hans, wearing a winged helmet that looked like a pair of bull horns and a silver-white armor, rode out from among the cavalry: "Your Excellency, Cardinal, this is on the battlefield. The supreme commander here is the Marquis, even the Pope. Your Majesty, you should not question the order of the Marquis at this moment, a moment of vital importance to all Christians. Because only in this way can we achieve the final victory."

Sebastian sneered: "Ha, do you really think that the success of the Crusades is due to the contribution of your master? That is the contribution of the Holy Spear, the manifestation of God, and the achievements of the Holy Crusades. It is your master who makes the crusade, not your master."

“Is it possible for your master to be complacent and satisfied because the power of God is manifested through him?”

The more he spoke, the more powerful he became: "Without your master, let any monarch with high status and superior wisdom be here, whether it is the King of Gaul, the King of Albion, or the Duke of Bohemia, to command this army. All will defeat the evil pagan—for this is God’s will.”

"But before the Marquis arrived in the Holy Land, even though the Crusaders had fragments of the True Cross, the Molars of the Virgin Mary, the Holy Thorn, and a host of remains of various saints, they still fought many defeats."

Hans looked at Sebastian's blue eyes without being humble: "Emperor Conrad and King Louis also brought holy objects with them when they went to the East (referring to the Second Crusade), but they still failed. Defeated, countless children of Christ were either killed or sold into slavery to the pagans.”

Sebastian quickly replied: "This is Heavenly Father testing our piety. Any great cause requires many hardships to be achieved."

Hans smiled and asked: "In this case, Your Excellency the Cardinal has received divine inspiration and is sure that this Crusade will win the final victory? Otherwise, how can you be sure that any monarch can accomplish such a great cause? Woolen cloth?"

Sebastian opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

In this era, there are not many people who dare to be bold and pretend to receive divine revelation. There are more people who have mental problems and even believe that they have received divine revelation, rather than subjectively trying to deceive.

Sebastian is clearly not one of them.

He did not answer Hans's doubts, but glanced at him with disgust and said coldly: "What is your name, knight?"

"Your Excellency Cardinal, you can call me Hans, the lord of Sego and the leader of the Royal Knights."

"I remember you."

Sebastian looked at Hans's unwavering expression, sneered, and said with a pun: "May God bless you to ascend to heaven, young knight."

"I hope you can do the same." Hans just nodded slightly, without making any omissions in etiquette, and watched the cardinal leave in anger.

The knights around them all made good-will noises.

"Well done, Knight Hans. You refuted that arrogant guy until he was speechless. In my opinion, you are qualified to be a bachelor at St. Paul's Seminary."

"That's right, I have long disliked the cardinal who is wearing all the jewels. Compared with Bishop Uldin, he is not worthy of our respect at all."

Hans smiled and waved his hand, and after chatting with the knights for a while, he turned back, looked at Derem behind him and said, "Well done, Derem."

Derem was a little surprised and said: "Master Hans, do you know me?"

"Both the Marquis and the Knight of Ulm have told me about you."

Hans patted Derem on the shoulder: "The church is not all saints like Bishop Uldin, but more like Sebastian - the Marquis calls them hyenas, greedy, cruel, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, I like to get something for nothing.”

Derem sighed deeply: "I knew from the beginning that it was rare for people like Bishop Uldin to search all over the world. Not only Bishop Uldin, but also the Knight of Ulm, Knight Commander Jeanne, and you, are both rare.”

Hans couldn't help laughing and said: "I am not qualified to be ranked alongside Bishop Uldin and Knight Commander Jeana. But Ulm, my qualifications are a little older than him."

Accompanied by a roar in the distance.

A group of knights who were cleaning up the trophies cheered. It turned out that it was the giant trebuchets that were showing their power. A stone bullet hit the city wall accurately, like a flesh and blood millstone, and the raised crenellations, together with the hidden stone, were The Saracen soldiers behind were crushed to pieces together.

With the roar of trebuchets, the Crusaders began to have lunch.

The morale of the defenders at the top of the city, under the bombardment of these terrible siege equipment and the double blow of the reinforcements being almost annihilated under their noses, had fallen to the bottom.

By the time the Crusaders began to attack the city, the resistance of the defenders at the top of the city had become extremely weak.

On the other hand, the nomads on the outer city wall were not afraid of death. They would rather hold the Crusaders on the top of the city and fall down the wall to their death than lay down their weapons and surrender, which caused a lot of damage to the Crusaders' advancement. hinder.

But their numbers and strength are still too low.

No matter how fearless a body of flesh and blood is, it is impossible to fight against a warrior armed with steel.

When the Crusaders captured the castle, Lothar didn't even notice anything unusual about these "nomads" and really thought they were berserkers inspired by "holy war."

Lothar stepped on the tower at the top of Fort Freimai.

Carriages loaded with ale, wine, grain, salt, fish, leather, and water jars drove into the castle in an endless stream.

Freimai Castle is not large enough to accommodate all the Crusaders. In addition, the corpses here have not been cleared away and are prone to plague. Therefore, it is only used as a place to store supplies. The army is still stationed outside the castle.

"On the other side is the Nile Delta."

Lothar said so.

On the other side, one can clearly see the green scene on the other side. The sea breeze blows the green wheat waves. The prosperous villages are filled with smoke, and there are rows of orchards cultivating olives and figs.

Looking back again, the world is still dim and vast.

"It's like a world away."

"Sooner or later it will be yours."

Coors smiled and said: "Just like you said today, you want to look at the beautiful scenery on the other side from here."

Lothar smiled helplessly: "Okay, Kurs, there are only two of us here, so there is no need to say those compliments. I heard that Hans had a conflict with that Cardinal Sebastian today? "

"Yes."

Coors nodded and said: "Not only that, someone below reported that this cardinal is very dishonest. He has been connecting with the princes and nobles among the Crusaders in an attempt to increase his influence. It is foreseeable that he will not hope that you can Seize the crown of Egypt, and if you get help, I will definitely stand against you."

"Just the jumping clown."

Lothar sneered. His loyalists were spread throughout every corner of the Crusade. They were like the roots of a tree of life that penetrated deep into the ground. They held this army tightly. Even if some sand was mixed in, it would not matter to him. How much impact will it have.

Kors lowered his voice, put his palm in front of his neck, and gently said, "Do you want it?"

Lothar shook his head: "No need, assassination is a trivial matter after all."

"But it works."

Lothar suddenly turned around, only to see a strange man wearing a black windbreaker on the wall at the other end of the tower, looking at him with a smile. The words he just said were obviously what he said.

(End of this chapter)