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In the afternoon, Lothar visited the military camp outside the city.

His main army is obviously in good condition. Since crossing the river, they have won several battles in succession, and their losses have been minimal. In addition, they have implemented his orders. Except for vacation time, they have locked the camp gates, drilled properly, and their combat effectiveness has not been due to the occupation. A wealthy city slacks off because of this.

However, the situation of the rest of the Crusaders is not very optimistic.

They took the looted wealth and squandered it. They were either drunk or hanging out among women every day. Many Crusader lords believed that when these warriors finished squandering the money, they would fight again with red eyes and fight against them. Lothar disagreed with the suggestion of improving military discipline.

There is nothing we can do about it.

The warriors under the lords and nobles did not have that deep personal dependence with the lords. Many warriors brought their own weapons and equipment. Even if the lords wanted to improve military discipline, they would face great resistance.

This is a bad era.

The best tactic of the Crusaders was actually not the lance charge, but rather the sudden advance.

Lothar had enough troubles ahead of him, and he was too lazy to spend any more energy on the soldiers under the Crusader Lords. Anyway, as of now, these Crusaders are still very effective.

In this regard, Lothar could only sigh with emotion. Maybe he was born in a society that emphasized strict discipline since childhood, so he felt a sense of rejection towards this kind of messy army that made rapid advances in war.

Return to the mansion from the military camp.

Coors appeared silently behind him and reminded: "My lord, King Richard led his followers and left Damietta, leaving only a recruiting officer in the city."

"Are you so anxious to go out and work alone?"

Lothar frowned.

He picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and asked casually: "Which way did he go?"

"To the west, I guess that the king most likely wants to seize a port as his stronghold in the east, so as to receive a steady stream of support from Latin merchants and crusaders coming from the west."

"How many people does he have?"

"More than a thousand, including his guards, some Gaul-Albion nobles who supported him, and a group of civilian crusaders who admired him."

"It's not that small. With the help of magic, it's not impossible to capture a big city like Damietta in a surprise attack."

It would be nothing if more than a thousand people were led by an ordinary lord, but it was Richard who led them.

In Lothar's original world, this destined monarch once defeated tens of thousands of troops commanded by Saladin with 3,000 men. He also personally led dozens of knights to charge on the front line and cut through the Saracens' army. The military formation can be described as a fierce general like an overlord.

Not to mention that the Lionheart King in this world also possesses some quite powerful supernatural powers.

Losa thought it was really possible for a thousand men to destroy the city.

Lothar said calmly: "Let the shadow of darkness keep an eye on His Majesty the King. No matter whether his first appearance in the east is a success or a failure, I have to know the news as soon as possible."

He paused and couldn't help but smile: "Pass the order, and our people will be ready to fight."

These monarchs from Europe wanted to come to the Holy Land to harvest the fruits of his victory.

But now, the roles seem to be interchangeable.

The city of Semanud is a riverside town located east of Lake Burulus. It is also the gateway from Damietta Province into the central Nile Delta region.

In order to avoid the erosion of the city wall by the flooding river, Semanud City built a port and city wall on the riverside. In fact, they were separated from each other. A simple gravel path was paved, and freight was transported by cattle and horses pulling carts.

On the white weathered stone wall, a majestic falcon swoops down.

Governor Machri raised his arm, which was wrapped in a thick gauntlet, to receive the falcon and removed the well-sealed letter from its leg.

"A small group of crusaders are marching towards Bursport"

The Port of Bulls was built near the mouth of Lake Bululus leading to the Mediterranean Sea and was an outpost of the city of Semanud. "Only more than a thousand people, these crusaders seem to have been dazzled by the temporary victory."

Governor Mahli sneered.

"Give me the order and gather my loyal servants and warriors. Lord Adil is about to arrive in Buhaira. We will take off the heads of these Franks and present them to Lord Adil as a gift to prove our strength!"

Orders are issued layer by layer.

At the top of the city, the Mamluks loyal to him shouted and waved their weapons: "Kill all the unbelievers, the holy fire will burn forever, supreme and supreme!"

The city of Semanud, which had already been prepared for war due to the arrival of the Crusaders, immediately mobilized.

The entire town was filled with the sounds of iron weapons clashing, the sound of horse hooves, footsteps, and shouts. Within a quarter of an hour, the most elite guards under his command had been assembled.

Governor Machri's heart was burning. A Frankish army with no follow-up reinforcements and a lone army of only a thousand men was a soft persimmon suitable to be manipulated.

While many of his colleagues were passively responding to the Crusaders, this hearty victory of his would surely win the favor of Lord Adil. By then, wouldn't the wealthy territory left by Governor Ibn be close to the water, and it is very likely that he would return to the Crusaders? Does he own it?

As for killing only more than a thousand Franks, it is not considered a great victory?

joke!

If there are not enough people, just kill some slaves to make up the number. Although those Frank slaves are also valuable property, they have become restless as these barbarians occupied Damietta.

Executing him wouldn't be considered a big loss.

Presumably Lord Adil would not care about his false report given his usual style.

The staff approached and asked tentatively: "Sir Governor, didn't Lord Adil have an order for us to wait for him to arrive before gathering troops to attack?"

Mahri sneered: "It's just a thousand Franks, how can it be that the elites I spent a lot of money and trained with my own hands can't match them?"

He pointed at the elite heavy cavalry who wore hooded helmets, spiked helmets, scale armor and chain mail, human and horse equipment, carried riding bows, wore quivers, and carried Frankish lances on their saddles.

These Mamluks, his personal guards, were elites selected from among the Mamluks, and they numbered three hundred people.

In addition, there are many ordinary Mamluks who are not fully armored and wear only light armor or no armor at all. They use bows and arrows and spears to fight and are still gathering.

"The enemy has less than a hundred knights, and the rest are infantry. As long as my guards charge, they can be crushed under the hooves of the horses!"

The staff still wanted to persuade him.

Mahri waved his hand and said: "Okay, don't talk anymore. The Franks are fighting away from home and don't know the silt and shoals near Bursport. Our warriors who believe in the Holy Fire Scripture have a favorable location and the numerical advantage is several times that of the enemy." , these unbelieving barbarians will surely be slaughtered to show off the power of the holy fire!"

The staff member was silent for a moment and reminded: "But there may be wizards among the Franks."

Mahri nodded and said: "I have taken this into consideration. Therefore, I have sent people to call in several masters, and also got a few treasures specially used to break demons. Even if the Franks really moved in the evil witch I am not afraid of the law at all.”

The staff frowned and looked at the high-spirited Governor Mahli. They really couldn't understand why the usually cautious Governor suddenly became so brave.

Could it be that Ibn Governor of Damietta was not the one who remained motionless when friendly forces were in trouble?

"Haha, Maier, you are too timid."

Governor Machri smiled and said: "But don't worry, the army coming is not the army of the Frankish God of Death, Governor Lothar. This guy has just captured the wealthy Damietta, and must be making money crazily. At this time, he attacks rashly. Those who attack us are most likely a group of poor and crazy Frank beggars, we have a sure chance of victory!"

The staff suddenly realized that the people coming were not the butcher Lothar's army.

He was also relieved.

Although the Crusaders were terrifying and the Franks were barbaric, they had always been the victors until the butcher arrived.

It can be seen that the real terror is the butcher named Lothar, not the Crusaders.