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Chapter 601 Baldwin IV

time flies.

The Saracen army was stationed at Lake Bruluce, and its vanguard had already had several small-scale conflicts with the Crusaders.

King Richard the Lionheart wore a bright red robe, and the emblem on his collar, which looked like a lion choosing its prey, was stained with blood.

He walked into his camp with murderous intent. Today he led his troops to charge and won another small victory, killing hundreds of enemies and seizing dozens of horses. However, he did not take this small victory seriously.

"Damn Philip, Count Henry of Montreal and Count Simon of the Metz family had already clearly stated their support for me, but now they are in Philip's team. These people have been bewitched by Philip's poisonous letter, and they no longer have any sense of honor."

Although he now has tens of thousands of men under his command, there are not many truly elite soldiers. Many of them are just a motley crowd recruited by his recruitment offices set up in various parts of the Holy Land.

Although Philip arrived in the Holy Land later than him, he had won away many of his original supporters and now had an army of nearly 20,000.

Henry picked up the wine on the table, drank it all, and threw it to the ground.

"These days, I have led my troops to defeat the Saracen cavalry many times, and even raided the Saracen camps several times. Is this victory not as good as Philip staying in his camp and holding a few banquets?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry. The Saracens are not that easy to deal with. No matter what our King Philip promises now, when the jackals gathered under his command find that King Philip cannot bring them victory, they will turn to you without mercy."

"Hmph, I don't know what kind of magic potion Lothar has fed his men. During this period of time, I haven't heard that the knights and nobles who had surrendered to him are willing to surrender to me. He hasn't shown up for nearly half a month."

The Earl's guard captain said in a deep voice: "It should be the same on King Philip's side in this regard."

Richard snorted coldly: "I want to see if those guys will remain as loyal as before when he doesn't show up at the pre-war meeting."

There is no monarch who does not like loyal subjects, but if he finds that all these loyal subjects have defected to others, and his own subordinates are all capricious speculators, this contrast would be too uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty, I think you'd better hope that Duke Lothar will show up."

Standing next to him, the usually invisible little witch Martha suddenly spoke up: "If Duke Lothar's team of spellcasters does not take action, even you may not be able to lead the Crusaders to victory."

Richard narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Do you think I am not as good as that Duke Losa?"

Martha whispered, "Your Majesty, you should be aware of the strength of Duke Lothar and his team of spellcasters. They were defeated in Rashid. Aren't you worried about what kind of powerful supernatural power the Saracens have?"

Richard frowned, "Where's the spellcaster on Philip's side?"

Martha shook her head and said, "I can't detect it. This means that His Majesty Philip is accompanied by at least a powerful quasi-legendary spellcaster. Unless Professor Mary or Her Majesty the Queen comes in person, His Majesty Philip's power at the spellcaster level may be greater than ours."

Richard's expression became more serious.

Although he was conceited, he never underestimated these extraordinary people. Even if he was holding the Excalibur, it would be difficult for him to defeat a quasi-legendary wizard. A strong man of this level was fully capable of influencing the direction of a war by his own strength.

Richard sneered: "It seems that this is the confidence of Philip to compete with me for the position of Grand Marshal. Otherwise, given his poor military ability, if he had a little self-awareness, he should immediately choose to abdicate and let others take over."

The captain of the Earl's guard beside him said, "Your Majesty, I think what Miss Martha said makes sense. His Majesty Philip is in the upper hand now. Perhaps we can try to unite the forces of Duke Lothar. Things are different now. Back then, you were able to unite with His Majesty Philip to deal with Lothar. Now, you can naturally cooperate with Duke Lothar to fight against His Majesty Philip."

"Humph, do you think I'm that kind of capricious villain?"

Richard paused for a moment, then added, "But what you said does make sense. Lothar's life or death is uncertain, and the forces under his command must be deployed in the battle.

If they are willing to nominate me as the Grand Marshal, I promise to treat them equally with my own men in war. Otherwise, let them die under the command of the incompetent Philip."

To be honest, Richard had been coveting the elite troops under Lothar for a long time.

Among the soldiers under his command, a considerable number were wandering knights and pilgrims from Europe. They were poorly equipped, had average combat effectiveness, and their training level was also poor.

Although the number of troops under Lothar's command is similar to his, their combat effectiveness is by no means comparable. Although he thinks that sheep led by a lion can defeat a group of jackals, wouldn't it be better if he had a pack of wolves instead of sheep under his command?

Martha and the Earl's captain of the guard looked at each other and nodded.

Losa is still in a coma. Although this is just a rumor, since the person behind it has not come out to refute it, it means it is probably true.

The soldiers under his command occupied the two big cities of Semanude and Damietta respectively, so they had no choice but to fight the Saracens. They had to choose between Philip and Richard.

Both parties have common interests and this cooperation is entirely feasible.

At this time, a messenger hurried in and reported: "Your Majesty, the King of Jerusalem is about to enter the city."

Richard was stunned for a moment: "That's surprising, I thought I wouldn't be able to see this uncle this time."

Being able to achieve such a highlight moment as the Battle of Montgisard at a young age, as the current patriarch of the main branch of Anjou, he still looks up to this uncle who is much younger than himself.

But the sight of a leper coming to Semanud at this time still gave him a bad feeling.

"Is this person here to receive Lothar's inheritance?"

outside the city.

Baldwin IV coughed lightly. Although he was in good health and took the magic potions prepared by the little witch Nishaya to nourish his body on a daily basis, without Uldin's treatment and after the long journey, his face still showed some fatigue.

“Egypt is indeed a fertile land.”

Everywhere you look, you see green, which is incomparable to Jerusalem.

He looked behind him and asked worriedly, "Nishaya, do you think Lord Lothar's body can hold on? Will the secret medicine we brought work?"

Nishaya sighed and said, "I really want to comfort you and tell you that it will work, but think about it, Bishop Ulding is definitely better than me in terms of healing. If even he can't do it, what else can I do?"

She could see that the King, whom she was temporarily serving, was really a little panicked.

Otherwise, with his wisdom, how could he not see this obvious thing?

Baldwin IV sighed: "I hope things are not so bad."

Since receiving Godfrey's letter, he immediately decided to take a boat to Mietta and then take a land route to the front line of Semanude.

Nishaya couldn't help but sigh, "It's a pity that the teacher is now being held hostage by the witch in Sicily. Otherwise, if I had sent her a letter, she would have rushed back to the Great Library of Constantinople as soon as possible. With those books as a basis, even if Losa had some difficult and complicated disease, she would have been able to find a solution."

(End of this chapter)