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Chapter 562 Semanud Siege

Jabri's mood can only be described in four words: "high-spirited".

After lying dormant for many years, he finally jumped from a small city guard leader to the city lord of Semanud City. This kind of leap was absolutely impossible under normal circumstances.

You must know that Governor Mahri's family has ruled the city of Semanud since the Fatimid Dynasty. It has marriage relationships with the governors of several nearby provinces, and its power is deeply rooted.

He was a Mamluk from a humble background, and he was only qualified to be a dog for Governor Mahli for the rest of his life.

As for the Crusaders who were about to arrive, he was not at all panicked.

As he just said, with just over a thousand cavalry, no matter how strong they are, can they still ride their horses across the moat, and then build ladders, battering rams, and siege towers out of thin air to reach the top of the city?

It’s simply a fantasy!

In Jabri’s opinion, the reason why the Crusaders won the Battle of Damietta so easily was because Governor Ibn was too stupid! Just like Mahri, these guys who rely on their blood to reach the top are basically idiots, and they can't fight.

The fortress guarding a fortress with dozens of towers was easily breached by the Crusaders overnight.

Wasn't the Crusaders' night attack on King Saladin's camp not enough to teach him a lesson?

Jabri cursed silently.

"What's wrong with the double-headed eagle? Aren't the Franks accustomed to using this kind of flag?"

His roar had some effect after all.

It's just inevitable that some people will mutter privately: "Look at their equipment, and then look at ours, how can we fight like this?"

The confusion on the militiaman's face was quickly replaced by horror, and his lips even trembled.

The flag, painted with a cross and a double-headed eagle, fluttered in the wind.

"Idiot, that's the demon's flag!"

"Did Governor Mahri's defeat cause the people blessed by the Holy Fire to lose the will to fight to the end?"

"Look! That two-headed eagle!"

Some soldiers shouted: "The holy fire burns forever and is supreme! Those who do not believe in the scriptures will never come back!"

However, he also felt a drum in his heart. He was not an ordinary person. As an extraordinary person, he could naturally see how extraordinary these enemies were. The familiar yet unfamiliar blood was very much like the legendary vampires.

At the right time, in the direction facing the setting sun, a row of iron cavalry appeared as if they were made of steel, covered with stars and moon, marching in neat steps, and slowly appeared from the horizon with a frightening sense of oppression.

"A bunch of cowards!"

The corners of Jabri's mouth turned up in mockery.

Row after row.

The Saracen soldiers guarding the city couldn't help but feel terrified.

"demon?"

"Is it...the army led by the Crusader prince named Lothar?"

Those knights whose bodies and mounts were stained red with blood, under their full-covered visors, had eyes that were shining red like vampire bats in the dark night.

Seeing the morale of the defenders plummeting, he knew he could not go on like this, and hurriedly stood up and shouted: "Look, the enemy is just a group of cavalry. They have no baggage vehicles, no infantry, and even no civilians accompanying the army." , what are you worried about?"

Stupid!

Lothar slowly tightened the reins of Eclipse.

As his order was passed down, more than a thousand cavalry stopped in an orderly manner.

They were not too considerate of horse power along the way, since mounts were not needed in siege battles anyway, but just driving the horses was also a laborious task.

Although the soldiers under Lothar's command have obtained various buffs, they are still just mortals. After a fight and a long journey, they are not real war machines after all. They are also a little tired at this time.

But their morale is very high!

Even the legendary Wild Hunt will help them fight, and the Duke is the destined Holy Son who has won every battle. They have no doubt that under the leadership of Lothar, they will achieve another glorious victory!

Baron Charlie looked at Lothar with admiration in his eyes. He turned sideways and said to the Flanders knights under his command: "Have you noticed?"

"what?"

The knights were a little confused.

Baron Charlie's eyes were full of excitement: "Fighting under the command of the Duke, I feel as if my strength has improved a lot. No wonder people say that you are the Son of God coming to earth. This must be God protecting us." .”

When the knights heard this, they immediately reacted and started chatting.

"Is it the same for you guys?"

"I thought it was my imagination."

They talked a lot, and looked at Lothar with eyes that were originally full of admiration, but now they were close to admiration.

Coors stood next to Lothar, his eyes flashing with scarlet light. Although it was getting late, he could clearly see the arrangement of the defenders at the top of the city: "Sir, the enemy seems to have been prepared."

Kors was not good at blood magic and could not give all the Crusaders "dark vision" like Fringilla. He could achieve a similar effect by relying on the magic potion that Fringilla prepared while she was awake.

Although the level of this commonly used spell is not high, it has to cover the entire army and consumes a lot of money. In private, Fulin not only conquered the "Dark Vision" potion, but also prepared a madness potion that could produce an effect similar to the "Blood Falls". However, after the latter was diluted, the effect on ordinary people would be minimal even if taken.

There is no way, like the "Dark Vision" potion, to take out a dozen bottles, mix it into water, and give it to more than a thousand soldiers to drink and still have it be effective.

Lothar said "Yeah" and replied: "And the guard is a smart man and did not let go of the city gate to let the defeated troops enter the city."

"Sir, if we had ambushed good men and killed those falcons in advance, would the current situation be better?"

"It's not that easy."

Lothar shook his head. Although a falconer is a rare profession, it is incomparable to a true transcendent. In this big city, there is no problem in raising more than ten falcons.

There are more than ten falcons hiding in the clouds. It is too difficult to intercept them all. Even if Jeanna uses her sacred body and Cherinina flies in the wind, they can't stop these falcons from scattering. .

Lothar patted Coors on the shoulder: "Things in the world rarely go as planned. We have eliminated most of the enemy's defenders, and the plan has gone smoothly beyond my expectations. It's just this little twist and turn, it's not a big deal. "

Coors is a smart man, but the smarter the person, the easier it is to want to be perfect. However, the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, how can everything go as planned?

"Prajna, how are you recovering?"

Prajna nodded slightly: "That's enough."

"Okay, then follow the plan."

Following Lothar's order, more than a thousand cavalry began to disperse and surrounded an open space.

She stretched out her white and slender fingers, and a half-human-high paintbrush appeared in it. Then she splashed ink, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a well-structured and well-made siege machine in the open space.

Even many Crusader knights who had seen such a scene for the second time could not help but look amazed. Some "knowledgeable" people also introduced: "This should be the legendary space spell."

Some smart people connected the swaying ink with the ink when the Wild Hunting Cavalry appeared.

Could it be that.

These well-made siege engines were all drawn with ink by Ms. Iron Knight?

Lothar ordered: "Send someone to take over these slings."

Prajna can actually summon civilians who control siege engines.

Even Wild Hunt knights can be summoned, let alone civilians who operate siege equipment. Anyway, trebuchets don't pay attention to ballistics. Whether they can hit most of them depends on God's will. It just consumes more.

But the siege lasted for a long time.

Each time the counterweighted trebuchet is thrown, there is a long interval between them. Summoning living creatures is already very expensive for her, let alone maintaining their existence for a long time. There is no need to control the siege machine and spend as much time as summoning the Wild Hunt. The same energy as fighting.

City head.

Jabri's expression changed.

His lips couldn't help trembling, and black hairs even grew uncontrollably on his cheeks.

"Sir, those crusaders, they brought siege engines!"

The guard shouted in horror.

This method of creating things out of thin air was too bizarre for them. This method was used by Lothar when he attacked Fort Freimai. There were very few survivors of that battle.

Even within the Crusaders, few people saw how those siege engines appeared, let alone them.

"No, I saw those siege engines appearing out of thin air with my own eyes - they were the miracles of pagan devils, and their gods were blessing them!"

A Coptic soldier who converted to Zoroastrianism knelt on the ground in horror and kept crossing himself on his chest: "Father in Heaven, I have repented. Please forgive me for my sin of converting to paganism because of my livelihood! "

"Stand up, you bastard!"

Jabri's face turned livid.

He couldn't help but curse: "You cowards, even if the enemy has siege engines, they only have a thousand men. We are guarding this strong city and fortress, can't we even hold on to the reinforcements waiting for Lord Adil?" "

The words are rhetorical questions.

But in the minds of many militiamen defending the city, this rhetorical question has the same effect as a declarative sentence.

They really didn't think they could hold out until Adil's reinforcements arrived.

Lothar's reputation among the Copts is not good. This is due to the Saracens' propaganda against Lothar and the plundering of the cruel Crusader lords who were nominally commanded by Lothar. Activity.

But bad reputation is sometimes a hundred times more powerful than a good reputation!

"We are dead. Those Franks will kill us all, or sell us as slaves. Our wives, children, and everything we own will become the spoils of the Franks."

"Holy Fire, have you already abandoned your people?"

When the morale of the Saracen defenders hit rock bottom, Lothar's cavalry had already dismounted and began to rest.

With a loud bang.

Accompanied by the howling wind, the first boulder slammed into the city. The accuracy of this stone was beyond imagination. It directly smashed through a tower in the middle. Although it had not collapsed, it was already crumbling. .

(End of this chapter)