People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 612 New Combat Record
The number of Crusaders continued to increase during the time when Lothar was sleeping.

But as Lothar saw today, even the knights who were well-equipped, the nobles' private armies, and the hired guards had very lax discipline.

Drinking, playing dice, playing Gwent and fighting were common occurrences in the army. Even worse was that several Crusader nobles openly visited prostitutes in their tents. When Lothar was patrolling over, he saw the flickering candlelight outside the tent. He caught them as examples and chopped off their heads.

Even Philip II, to whom they were loyal, could not say a word against it.

This is not the Renaissance.

The sexual openness at that time was due to the Black Death, which punished clergy equally, destroying the sacred halo and majesty of the church.

In this age where even changing posture may be considered a sin and making sounds of pleasure may be considered as being a slut, many things may be left unmentioned. After all, even the Papal City has brothels, and the clergy who are supposed to observe chastity are having more fun than anyone else.

But once it is brought to the surface, it becomes a legitimate crime.

Or maybe the world is just a makeshift team. As for these people, their discipline is probably not as good as the Long Sword Company that Lothar formed with Copts in Semanud during this period.

The troops that Adil had assembled on the opposite side probably looked like this.

A mob is the norm, and there are very few elite troops who can harm no one and use their power as if it were their own arm, even in later generations.

It was already late at night when we returned to the Governor's Mansion.

Lothar looked at Charlie. There was not a single piece of healthy flesh on this guy's body. The bloody flesh was dotted with a few scales that looked very similar to those when he was half-dragon. He looked no different from a dead person.

But his vitality was still very strong. Lothar was beside him and could even hear his strong heartbeat.

His dragon blood has transformed Charlie's body structure. Although this guy looks miserable, many of his wounds have already scabbed over.

"Are you still conscious?"

Baron Charles opened his eyes dazedly, and seeing that it was Lothar, he forced a smile: "Of course... Of course, sir, I didn't let you down, did I?"

Lothar sighed softly: "Do you still think it's worth it to just suffer a little pain to gain extraordinary power?"

Charlie instinctively wanted to nod, but the movement was too big, tearing the wound that was almost healed, and another scream was squeezed out of his throat.

"Okay, stay here peacefully. I'll have the servants deliver food to you on time."

Go back to your room.

Losa took out a blank combat record and shook it gently. Lines of rapidly changing words flashed on it, and finally stopped at "1449, the War between the Oirat and Ming Dynasties".

"1449 years..."

Losa was slightly stunned. This day seemed to be the day of the Battle of Tumu, which was only six years away from his simulated war scenario "The Fall of the Ottomans in 1453".

However, in the former case, during the Battle of Tumu, Emperor Yingzong of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Qizhen, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, led the army in person and killed all the elite troops of the Beijing army. From then on, the fortunes of the Ming Dynasty went from prosperity to decline.

The latter, the fall of Constantinople, represented the rise of a new empire spanning Europe and Asia, which was on the rise and became the nightmare of all Christian countries.

"It's pretty good."

"At least the technology is not too far behind, and we are not fighting against the extraordinary forces of the wolf tribe. The soldiers have room to perform."

At this time, it was already late, and Lothar ordered his soldiers who had been transferred to go to bed on time. He also adjusted the night duty plan for that night, and only chose to open this combat record late at night.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a grassland in early autumn.

On the green grassland, the horses of the Crusader cavalry were already eating the grass consciously.

The professional troops, including those conscripted troops formed on a large scale, who had just fallen asleep, were busy with their tasks in an orderly manner, wiping their weapons and maintaining their armor, as if they had settled here for a long time.

The Eclipse under his crotch let out a high-pitched cry. After being held back in the stable for a long time, it couldn't wait to have some fun.

"grown ups!"

"Your Majesty the Duke!"

"Your Highness!"

The soldiers saw Losa and greeted him respectfully.

The soldiers did not show much surprise when they suddenly appeared here, as if everything was as it should be.

However, some soldiers who had participated in the "Song-Jin War" had a look of enlightenment on their faces. They realized that what they had experienced was another miracle.

Without actually dying, you can be on the most tragic battlefield and experience the trials of blood and fire.

Isn't this a miracle?
An army suddenly appeared in the wilderness and soon attracted the attention of bystanders.

Hans rode up to him and asked in a low voice, "Sir, do you want to get rid of the enemy's scouts?"

"Well, remember to leave someone alive to get information."

Lothar nodded, but his attention was focused on the dead grass on the ground.

The yellow dry grass was bent to form a line of simplified Chinese characters that only he could recognize:
You have entered the key node "Siege of Tumubao" in the combat record "War between the Oirat Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty".

Your goal is to prevent Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen from falling into the hands of the Oirat people.

Or kill the leader of the Oirat army, Choros Yesen.

In order to avoid friendly conflict, you have implanted the identity of a Habsburg prince in a foreign tributary state.

Losa frowned. It didn't sound reasonable that a foreign prince would follow the legitimate emperor of the Ming Dynasty to fight against the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

There is also the mission of saving Zhu Qizhen...

If we talk about the emperor Zhu Qizhen, he may not be ranked among the most incompetent in human history, but that is because there are too many abstract emperors (monarchs) in human history.

Apart from other things, the titles of "Oirat student studying abroad", "building a temple for Yesen" and "calling the emperor to the door" are enough to make him infamous for eternity.

"I don't want to save him..."

Losa frowned and thought, and the task of killing Grand Master Yesen was very much to his liking.

After all, Taishi Yesen was the leader of the Oirat tribe. Later, he usurped the throne of the Golden Family and became the Khan of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, and established the name Tianyuan.

Even Jin Wushu has a black dragon of luck that he can swallow. Even if Tai Shi Yesen is only a Khan in name only but not in title, he must have dragon luck on him.

Losa pondered for a moment and made up his mind. No matter how dead Zhu Qizhen was, according to the combat record, as soon as the war started, the entire army would attack and surround and kill Tai Shi Yesen!

Just as he was thinking about it, a burly man in armor walked up quickly and said in surprise, "Sir, I...I think I succeeded!"

"Charlie?"

Lothar was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Charlie would be dragged into this combat record. After all, the transformation process of the dragon-blood followers was extremely painful. In this case, even if he was affected by the drowsiness from the combat records, he was considered careless to be able to fall asleep.

"My Lord, I am not in any pain now. I feel so much strength in my body."

Charlie was very excited, in reality his body was in tatters, but in the combat records, it was based on the state he would be in after recovery.

"Okay, you should have some special abilities in your head, go and explore them slowly."

Losa drove Charlie away and looked around, but couldn't find Prajna and the others.

The only attendants around him were Hans and Veneto.

"During the last war between Song and Jin, I was alone and separated from the army. This time, it's their turn again?"

Losa was a little worried, wondering if they would get lost. After all, this was on the prairie, and it would not be easy to reunite without a clear reference point.

"Sir, I have captured this spy!"

At this time, Hans walked up quickly, holding a middle-aged man wearing tattered clothes and with a full beard in his hand.

Lothar asked, "Tell me, who are you?"

But unexpectedly, the middle-aged man was not afraid at all. Instead, he looked indignant: "Your country is rude to angels, are you planning to rebel?"

Losa said calmly: "How can I know whether you are an envoy from the upper country or a spy from the Northern Yuan Dynasty?"

Hans reminded: "This guy's martial arts skills are not bad, he should not be an ordinary little character."

(End of this chapter)