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Chapter 484 The Battle of Crossing the River
"it's over"

Lothar picked up the helmet at his feet. It was a relic left by the Blood Knight. Although he didn't know what it was used for, the price tag of [-] Suludes in the trophy shop was enough to illustrate its value.

As his feet stepped on the solid stone slab again, familiar figures reappeared.

Everyone seemed fine except Veneto.

Jeanne's tone hinted at fatigue, but she still smiled and said, "This time, it's all thanks to Fulin."

It's not that she always wants to be a candle to burn herself. Otherwise, her strength is completely insufficient to compare with the legends of this world. Even in the entire extraordinary world, she can forcefully break through the small world of this vampire. There are only a few.

Lothar looked at the little girl with a surprised look on her face.

"Yes, it's all thanks to me this time."

After she patted and lifted the tyrant transformation, her breasts became smooth and smooth again.

After some conversation, Lothar understood the twists and turns.

He also gained a deeper understanding of this vampire's methods.

This battle, where he couldn't see it, was far more intense than he imagined.

Lothar helped Veneto up. His eyes were a little confused. It was obvious that the sequelae of his madness had not yet been eliminated. Now, naturally, it was not the time to reprimand him. In fact, Lothar did not feel there was any reason to reprimand him.

This is his nature and cannot be changed. He has never expected a brave general to do a handsome job.

"Everyone has worked hard tonight, go back and have a good rest."

This battle exposed many problems, especially attacks on the spatial level, and the means of dealing with them were extremely limited. This made his initially relaxed mood tense again.

As they get stronger, the enemies also get stronger.

There will also be more and more coveters who want to pry into their mysteries.

This time it was his blood that caused trouble, and next time it might be their secret of not being restrained by the magic gold that caused trouble - no matter what, it was better to make themselves stronger.

When the crusaders at Fort Freimai once again saw the figure wearing Holy Cross plate armor, hunting cloak, and holding a holy spear, all restlessness and uneasiness disappeared.

"Sleep well tonight, and we will cross the river immediately tomorrow morning."

In a short period of time, the easiest way to improve their strength is to capture "Lower Egypt" (referring to the lower reaches of the Nile River and the Delta region). Even if they cannot wear the crown immediately, they must at least wear the crown of duke.

Lothar raised his fist, stood next to the lit torch, and waved vigorously towards the people below.

Below, bursts of cheers immediately erupted.

He suddenly realized why his divine power was endless - because of their presence.

On the other side of the Nile, there is a garrison tower.

"It's the flood season now, and the Nile River has so much water. Unless those Franks have wings on their backs, they won't be able to get across."

The veteran comforted.

Morale among the Saracen garrison was low.

They almost witnessed with their own eyes how the reinforcements were wiped out in a short period of time.

The fort with strong walls could not even hold on for a day. In addition, even the main army led by King Saladin was defeated, so they did not have much ambition to dare to fight.

"But they will come sooner or later. The Crusaders' fleet is more powerful than ours."

"We can't just sacrifice our lives for Master Ibn like this. Those Franks are also Christians, and so are we. Why not just kill Hassan Faris and defect to the Crusaders while the Crusaders are crossing the river."

"Don't forget, the Franks are quite barbaric. Who can guarantee that they will be more merciful than the pagans?" "Haven't you heard of the policy implemented by the Marquis of Lothar in his territory? As long as the poor are poor, There is no one who does not praise his kindness and generosity, only those pagans who are rich and unkind will fear him."

"You have to know that even the Crusaders commanded by Marquis Lothar cannot have the final say alone. The Frankish nobles are notoriously cruel and tyrannical. I even heard that some of them would kill people for fun."

"Anyway, it won't be any worse than it is now." A Coptic soldier said with a gloomy face, "Brothers, I will never serve the infidels again. Tonight, I will escape."

"You're crazy, aren't you afraid of being hanged on the roadside by Governor Ibn?"

"Does he still have the energy to pay attention to us little soldiers now?"

The Coptic soldier glanced at the crowd and said in a sarcastic tone: "It only took the Marquis one day to conquer Fort Freimai. Now he may even be scared of his courage."

"But don't forget, the elders of your village are loyal to Governor Iben. Once you go back, he will definitely hand you over to the local governor appointed by Iben."

The Coptic soldier's expression dropped, and he asked with a sneer: "Then what should we do now, against the invincible Saint Rosa who wields the holy spear? Even if we are lucky enough to survive, we will fall into hell after death."

The same scene occurs almost throughout the entire eastern delta coastal area.

Even the hinterland of Governor Ibn's rule, the port of Damietta, has now fallen into a state of panic. The ruling class that used to be domineering looked at every Copt as if they were looking at potential rebellion.

It is true that Copts no longer account for the majority in Egypt (the Egyptians who believe in Zoroastrianism are not included), but they are still a large group, not to mention the existence of many "fake converts".

Especially the pastors of the Coptic Church, under the secret connection of the Shadow of Darkness, began to persuade the believers not to resist the Crusaders' attack.

When Lothar got up in the morning, he immediately summoned leaders from all levels of the army to Fort Freimai for a meeting.

"First of all, I have to clarify one thing. Last night, I was indeed assassinated by a cunning heretic. They spent a lot of money to hire a murderous vampire."

After the words fell, Lothar carefully looked at the expressions of everyone present.

Whether they were pretending or sincere, almost everyone showed a worried look.

"However, thanks to the blessing of Heavenly Father, I was unscathed."

He stood up and turned around in a circle, showing off his body.

"This is also the reason why I came to this meeting dressed so simply. I want to show everyone that the heretics' conspiracy has not made any progress at all."

"Praise Heavenly Father!"

Nobles of all levels and priests praised him one after another.

"The conspiracies of the heretics cannot be an obstacle to the Holy Crusade, and a small Fort of Freime and the ruins of manor houses in North Sinai are far from enough to stop us."

"This meeting is held for our next step."

This was not beyond people's expectations, but they had already seen the Nile River during the flood season. Whether it was building a pontoon bridge or recruiting coastal boats to cross the river, it was not a simple matter.

Baron Argon held his sword and said respectfully: "My Lord Marquis, if you have any plans, just tell me."

Lothar smiled at him and nodded: "If you don't have any suggestions, please go back and prepare your troops. We will cross the river immediately after my order is given."

Everyone looked bewildered.

You are talking about loneliness.

Lothar pointed to his head: "The soldiers and horses of Transjordan will act as vanguards and cross the river as soon as possible. If they fail, I will naturally not issue an order for you to cross the river. If they succeed, you don't need to ask me. The details in it.”

His tone paused slightly and he chuckled: "Everything is God's will. Tonight, our flag will be flying on the other side."

(End of this chapter)