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Chapter 581 Infiltration
Buheira Province.

The Saracen army that marched out from the city of Rashid was like a winding giant python, and the armor wrapped under the black and white robes were the scales of the python.

Smoke and dust covered the sky, and flags were like a forest. The flags embroidered with burning holy fires of various colors divided the black-armored army into several groups.

The entire marching team stretched for dozens of miles. Even if we watched here for a whole day, I'm afraid that all of them would not be able to leave completely.

Obviously, if the baggage wagons, laborers, craftsmen and other civilians who do not need to go to the battlefield are included in the statistics, the number of the Saracen army is far more than 50,000.

Lothar frowned as he watched this scene and said, "These Saracens are very well armored. They are indeed the elite troops under the command of the Egyptian lords. They really spent a lot of money to send their elite troops to Adil's camp to obey his orders."

Among these 50,000 troops, at least 30,000 are the elite soldiers of this era.

Overall, the armor rate was frighteningly high. Even the infantry in the Saracen army, which had never been taken seriously, were more or less equipped with lamellar armor, scale armor, and chain mail, and they had obviously undergone a certain amount of training, which could be seen from their marching.

Hans said, “The Egyptian lords have been frightened by your successive advances. If you are allowed to gain a foothold in Semanud, the entire central and eastern parts of the Delta will fall, and Upper Egypt and even Cairo will be exposed to your military force.

In this situation, no matter how many factions there are among the Saracens, they will have to fully support Adil."

"That's Adil's goal. If he leads his army to resist us as soon as we enter Egypt, the war will be his business alone. But once the chickens are killed, the interests of the monkeys will also be threatened. The war will become the business of all Egyptian lords."

At this time, the group was standing on the ruins of a severely weathered pyramid, looking at the Saracen team from afar.

Lothar said with emotion: "Not caring about the gains and losses of a city or a place, Adil is indeed a famous general who will be recorded in the history books."

What determined the fate of Egypt was this decisive battle in which the main forces of the Crusaders and Saracens were mobilized.

Once the Crusaders were defeated.

All the territories that had been swallowed up before had to be returned with interest, and even the Kingdom of Jerusalem fell into crisis due to its lack of military strength.

Once the Saracens were defeated, the courage of the Egyptian lords would probably be completely lost, and the sayings that "the Franks are invincible" and "the Crusaders are demons that punish the ungodly with holy fire" would probably become more deeply rooted.

Until then.

The Saracen nobles in Egypt were unable to organize any effective resistance. They either abandoned their territories and went into exile, or simply changed their ways and defected to the Franks.

And the Syrian territory that Saladin still holds will also become fish on the chopping board.

An Eastern Frankish Kingdom would be established, and the entire course of world history would be changed.

"Should we attack the enemy's supply lines while they are on the march?"

If Kou can go there, you can go there too, right?

Lothar glanced at Hans and said helplessly, "What are you thinking? The Saracens have far more light cavalry than us, and they are fighting at home. What can we use to attack them?"

Although many of his knights and cavalrymen were skilled in horse archery, the risks and benefits of asking them to give up their heavy armor and penetrate deep into the territories controlled by enemy fortresses and castles to attack the enemy's supply lines were completely disproportionate.

Hans smiled awkwardly: "I took it for granted."

Lothar continued to explain: "The supplies used to attack the Saracens are actually not very useful. They pass through their own territory along the way, not the desert we passed through the Sinai Peninsula. Even if they run out of food and water, they can collect them locally. So, even though they have a large number of people, the supplies they actually consume are far less than you think."

If Saladin had not had to worry about supply issues when attacking Jerusalem like he does now, Jerusalem would have fallen long ago.

Lothar took a deep breath and said slowly: "This will be a battle that will be recorded in history forever."

If the number of people involved in the war had spread to Europe, those princes and nobles who claimed to be the overlords would have been shocked. Even in the entire European war history, the scale of this battle would have been ranked first.

In the sky, loud eagle cries were heard, and flocks of falcons flew in all directions to gather intelligence. They flew over the heads of Losa and his companions, but ignored them.

Lothar said, "Let's find a cave to set up camp, Cherinina. The rest is up to you."

"do not worry."

Cherinina nodded slowly. She had two azure swords on her waist. Just as she was about to jump down, she heard Lothar's warning: "If you encounter a strong enemy, retreat to our side immediately. Don't try to be brave."

Cherinina smiled and said, "Please rest assured. Although I am from the Basilicata family, I am not like my grandfather who forgets everything when fighting."

Fulin stepped forward and stuffed a magic amulet into her hand. "I worked hard to make it these past two days. If you crush it, a blood mist will appear. It's perfect for escaping."

"Thank you."

Veneto scratched his head, hesitated, and said, "Granddaughter, listen to the adults and put your safety first."

Cherinina looked at him with some surprise, nodded, and jumped down without hesitation. Then she disappeared without a trace as if she had merged into the wind.

Lavinia stared at the scene with some curiosity: "Mr. Veneto is Miss Nina's grandfather?"

Basilicata is also ranked high among the upper wolf clans. Cerinina's father, the patriarch Giuliano, opened up a new world for the wolf clan in the New World, and even the Axi family returned empty-handed.

Veneto straightened his back and said, "Young man, in your time, did anyone still know my reputation as the bloodthirsty wolf?"

Lavinia was stunned for a moment and looked at Losa awkwardly.

Losa said unhappily, "You are long gone. You are an antique from a hundred years ago. Who would still remember you? Not to mention your glorious deeds back then. To be honest, there is really nothing worth talking about."

This guy almost messed up the last time he assigned a mission, and he didn't even let Hans get involved - it's okay if you can solve it yourself!
Veneto shrank his head and dared not say a word.

He was not so honest originally. He was convinced only after listening to the glorious record of Lothar in which he killed a Wolf Lord's inner guard and a liquidation team of the Yaxi family, and then was defeated by Lothar in the competition.

Lavinia kindly consoled him, "I don't know Mr. Veneto's name, but your son and granddaughter have both become important figures in the entire wolf tribe. You must be a very capable person to have such outstanding offspring."

Veneto couldn't help but laugh and said, "The Bologna family is a group of profit-seeking, short-sighted businessmen. I didn't expect that they would produce a young descendant with outstanding vision like you. Not bad, not bad!"

Lavinia smiled awkwardly.

Although she had a good relationship with Cerinina and felt that she should treat Veneto as an elder, to be fair, she still felt that this guy deserved a beating.

Losa glanced at him and said, "Veneto, people who only know how to fight and kill and show off their bravery for a moment will not be remembered by others, and the wolf tribe is not short of such people.

Veneto, in your world, after only a hundred years, few people will remember your name. But Giuliano, even if you are defeated and die, after another thousand years, there will still be people holding up his banner. "

Just like William Wallace!
(End of this chapter)