People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 56 Hussars, Charge
Leonard, who was driving the carriage, looked around uneasily.

The temperature dropped rapidly.

After the desert released all the heat, the temperature here has dropped to the point where people can't wait to wrap themselves in a thick sheepskin blanket.

And the hussars did exactly that.

Their equipment consisted of a leopard, wolf, or bear skin cloak over their armor, which they draped over their bodies to keep out the cold.

Ulm held his bearskin cloak and wanted to present it to Lothar, but he refused.

He is not afraid of such a little cold.

He who has mastered blood magic is no longer as simple as an ordinary person.

The evening wind blew away a layer of yellow sand.

What was covered underneath was exposed, a corpse lying on the ground with only bones left, and black poisonous scorpions lived in the eye sockets of the bones and drilled deeper.

While driving the carriage, Leonard freed his hand to hold the silver cross on his chest.

"Heavenly Father, please bless us. Don't run into those heathen robbers. Only six of us are capable of fighting. No, it should be five. I'm too old to hold a sword."

"Besides, the three well-dressed cavalrymen of Ulm were nothing more than a group of infantry before that. They hadn't even been on the battlefield, so they couldn't possibly be the opponents of those damned heretics."

Thinking of this, Leonard's expression became more and more desperate.

He began to regret why he had to act bravely and perform the duty of escorting the carriage instead of the five sergeants under his command.

"Leonard, have you been to Kaleburg?"

From his own lord, some high-ranking voices came.

"Yes, yes, my lord."

Looking at Leonard, who was so nervous that he couldn't even speak well, Lothar felt a little funny.

Leonard is a coward, there's no denying that.

But in order to make Lothar no longer hold the responsibility of the five soldiers who lost the money with him, he still stood up resolutely at this time.

It can only be said that human nature is always complicated.

"What do you think of Calleburg?"

Leonard recalled and said: "Fort Kale is a majestic castle, it's not like it's dilapidated, but Fort Yoglies really can't be compared with it. It was repaired by Earl Leonard and the army stationed there The elite, with towers and stone shooting machines all over the city walls, I am afraid that it will take ten times as many troops to capture there."

Lothar chuckled softly: "Indeed, Kaleburg, as the core of all Count Leonard's territories, must be well guarded. After all, he has offended Saladin so much, and Kaleburg is located on the eastern border of the kingdom. Attacked by Saladin."

He paused slightly, and said again:

"Earl Leonard's territory is not far from Fort Yogryus, but his territory is rich and fertile, rich in salt, war horses, and has hundreds of knights loyal to him, but my territory is so remote that even caravans Will not patronize, only six villages can be used as fiefs for knights."

Similar to the siphon effect.

The little bit of development potential left in the territory of Jogrisburg was sucked away by Earl Leonard.

"My lord, you are the blessed son of the gods. You don't have to worry about the barren land of Jogrysburg. You will get a more fertile fief sooner or later. Your status is definitely not comparable to that of Earl Leonard."

Leonard said flatteringly.

"I said, don't use that title on me again."

Lothar paused slightly, and said again: "But you are right in one point. The pace of war is approaching, and whether the fief is fertile or not is no longer important."

For him, the fiefdom of Jogrysburg is just a springboard, a springboard to increase his own strength.

In the future, Jogrysburg is likely to be only an insignificant part of his many territories and titles.

If it weren't for the hussar barracks and the lord's hall being located here, he would even prefer to entrust this place to the subordinate lords who are loyal to him.

Lothar raised his head suddenly, watching the falcon above his head gradually fall into the distance.

He raised his hand and signaled: "Ready to fight, the enemy is very close."

Rolling yellow sand soon appeared on the horizon.

Ulm clenched the lance in his hand with some excitement. He looked at his partner, and then at the cavalry officer standing in front, Knight Hans.

Even though it was his first time on the battlefield, he wasn't nervous at all.

He raised one hand, drew a cross in front of him, looked back at Lothar, and prayed in a low voice: "Glory to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, so it is today, Amen! "

The people of Yogliusburg still stubbornly believe that Lothar is the Son of God. Although he is different from the Father, the nature of God is unified, that is, the Trinity.

Lothar put on his chain mail shirt neatly and put on his cold barrel helmet. He glanced at Hannya and Fringila, smiled and said, "Follow me."

Immediately, he took the lead in pulling his horse and went up to meet him.

He took the cavalry under his command to stand on a small hillside and took the lead in occupying favorable terrain.

The silhouettes of the desert bandits gradually became clear in the wind and sand.

They were Zoroastrians in dusty white robes and turbans.

They are dressed in a distinct Bedouin style, riding Arabian horses and dromedary camels, and equipped with various equipment, such as riding spears, straight swords, machetes, bows and round shields.

The leader of the bandits has a striking scar on his face. From left to right, it runs through his entire face like a centipede. He has a thick black beard on his mouth, and the skin on his face has the unique characteristic of desert nomads. Rough feeling.

On his left shoulder was a thick leather pad.

A majestic eagle is standing proudly.

Lothar urged his mount and walked forward slowly.

The robbers were surprised for a while, and someone raised a bow and arrow and pointed it at Lothar.

Lothar didn't take the robbers' riding bows to heart at all. He pressed his right hand on his left shoulder and said in Kurdish:
"Thank you for showing mercy to my soldiers, can you tell me your name?"

Leonard, who was driving, was still behind at the moment. He didn't realize that the Holy Son in his heart actually made a gesture of a pagan worshiping the holy fire!

The hussars, on the other hand, turned a blind eye to this.

They just held the weapons in their hands tightly, ready to charge at the enemy ten times their size after Lothar gave an order.

The bandit leader was a little surprised, and then he reached out and pressed his left shoulder: "It's really unexpected, you can speak Kurdish and make our gestures?"

Lothar's voice came from under the barrel helmet: "This is because I once fought side by side with a great Kurdish knight."

The bandit leader's face changed slightly, and he tentatively said the name: "Is it Saladin?"

"of course not."

Lothar had no intention of using Saladin's name to scare the other party.

The bandit leader took a deep look at Lothar, and said, "I am Abud, the chief of the Birbut clan, and the leader of this group of looters."

"I am Lothar von Habsburg, the lord of Jogrysburg. You and your subordinates plundered the wealth I gave him to buy horses. This is an inhumane act."

Abud glanced at his subordinates, and couldn't help laughing: "Lord Lothar, we Bedouins never pay attention to benevolence and righteousness, and wealth only belongs to the strong."

Under the barrel helmet, Abud and the Bedouin bandits failed to see the sneer on Lothar's face.

"I thank you for freeing my soldiers. If you will return my wealth, I will forgive your sins and allow you to settle in my territory."

The robbers burst into laughter.

"Is this man a fool?"

"Now we forgive you!"

"We not only robbed you of your wealth, but also robbed you a second time!"

Abud subconsciously felt a little flustered, he said: "Leave me your cargo, and I will invite you to drink the water I brought."

In the teachings of Zoroastrianism, inviting the other party to drink water is to swear to the holy fire and will not threaten the other party's personal safety.

"grown ups!"

Someone reminded in a low voice: "The armor on them is also very valuable."

Abud said angrily: "Shut up! Everything is up to me!"

Lothar sighed lightly: "I'm sorry, Abud, my bottom line cannot be crossed. Since we can't reach an agreement, we have to start a fight."

The number of enemies is nearly five times that of theirs.

But Lothar is not worried about how to defeat them, what is worried is that it is difficult to catch them all in this empty grassland.

"Unfortunately, I give you the right to return to your team."

"Thank you."

Abud raised his hand to signal the Bedouin bandits who had already bent their bows and arrows not to attack for now.

He didn't let go until Lothar returned to the team.

Immediately, a salvo was fired, and the arrow rain covered the hillside.

Lothar and the others occupy the high ground, and Abud will never take the lead in charging.

This is also the main usage of riding a bow in this era - harassment, not killing.

But Lothar did not intend to take advantage of the terrain. He pulled his horse back to the team, raised his lance, and shouted: "Husbands, charge with me!"

The next moment, the cavalry with flying wings on their backs let out a roar, and followed Lothar down the hillside like flying.

(End of this chapter)