People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 635: Lothar's Keshig Army

Cavalry School (Sipahi Cavalry Barracks), Semanud

"What did the Lord summon us to do?"

Gathered in the square were Copts, Saracens, Germans, Gauls, and Albians; it was a hodgepodge, and many people could not understand each other's language.

Some of them were from the same company under Lothar, and they struck up a conversation while waiting.

"I don't know. Are they going to organize us into an army?"

An outgoing veteran from the Black Hawk Flag asked casually, "Where are you from, bro?"

"Oh - so you are under the command of Baron Charles. Flanders is a wealthy place. What? You are Baron Charles's standard-bearer. I'm sorry. If I met you outside, I would have to call you Master."

In addition to the knights, most of the soldiers under Baron Charles were from the Flanders citizen class and belonged to the wealthy class. The term "Master" was mostly used in a teasing manner.

"You are joking, old man. But God knows, if the Duke wants to organize us into a separate army, won't we have to work with those Saracens? This is really terrible."

"Don't say that. Those Saracens are also baptized Christian brothers, no different from us."

The flag bearer under Baron Charles frowned and said, "But we don't even speak the same language. I don't think it would be a good idea to group us together. With the Duke's wisdom, it is impossible that he didn't think of this."

The old soldier next to him said indifferently: "The Duke has his own ideas, we just have to obey."

They stood in the middle of the military camp square, whispering to each other, communicating in groups, and looking around at this place called "Cavalry Academy" but actually more like a fortress in the city.

There are towering stone walls all around, and shadowy figures can be seen in each stone tower. At some shooting holes, huge crossbow arrows can be seen protruding from them, which obviously shows that there are city defense equipment.

Some knowledgeable soldiers secretly thought that as long as there was enough food stored, only three to five hundred soldiers would be needed to defend the fortress until they died of old age.

"I heard that the Duke issued an order today to recruit war horses and draft horses from all over the country, and gathered all of us at the Cavalry Academy. He might be promoting us to cavalry."

"Are you kidding? Can you ride a horse?"

Originally everyone was looking forward to it, but after hearing this, they were immediately discouraged.

In an agricultural civilization, there were few people who were good at riding. Many cavalrymen of the Ayyubid dynasty were Turks hired from Asia Minor, Nubians who still maintained a nomadic lifestyle in the south, or Cumans across the Black Sea.

Only some elite Mamluks would be selected from schools all over the country and trained in isolation at a young age.

But the cost of doing so is obviously much higher than hiring nomadic cavalry.

Saladin's Kassaji Guards were far superior to the Crusader cavalry in terms of horse archery, and could compete with the elite Crusader cavalry in close combat, but the cost of training them was too high. If Saladin did not own Egypt and Syria and monopolize most of the Red Sea trade, he would not have been able to afford to train them.

"If the Lord needs cavalry, all he needs to do is give an order. There are countless poor knights without mounts willing to serve him. Why does he have to look for us?"

"Come on, a poor knight who hasn't found a master yet is either a swindler or a good-for-nothing who has no skills and was kicked out by others. How could the Duke want such a person?"

A Coptic recruit said, "I think it's a good thing. My training results in the Long Sword Company have always been among the top three. Galio, who was ranked first in our company, was promoted to the newly formed Sipahi Cavalry Company."

As soon as these words came out, they immediately resonated: “My training results in the Black Hawk Flag Team are also among the best!”

"Me too!"

Although we don't speak the same language, we still have some common ground.

For example, some Copts under Lothar could speak Arabic, many Saracens could speak Gaulish, and the Gauls could speak some Germanic languages, so messages were passed back and forth.

Soon, everyone felt relieved when they heard that everyone was selected from the best.

An older officer of the Black Hawk Flag Team smiled and said nothing. After the Black Hawk Flag Team had fought several tough battles, those who survived were either appointed officers or promoted to important companies.

Many of his former colleagues joined the Winged Hussars, Woodland Archers, Armored Cavalry, Iron Pagodas, and the Duke's Guards, all of which were special companies with good names and generous treatment.

"When His Excellency the Duke promotes someone, he never considers whether he can ride a horse or not."

Seeing everyone looking at him, he said mysteriously, "If the Duke appoints you as a cavalryman, you will naturally master riding skills. Do you know the chief wing cavalryman Ulm?"

In fact, he had already received the job transfer quota for "Conscripted Soldier". He was also present at the trial last night. Although he was unfortunately shot dead by an arrow from the enemy's horse archers, he thought to himself that he was recognized as a confidant by the Duke.

Many people nodded.

Ulm is now the chief of police of the city of Semanud. He manages hundreds of patrolmen and commands a cavalry squad of thirty men. He is the most powerful figure they come into contact with most often.

"Lord Ulm was originally just a shepherd in Yoglusburg. He knew nothing about fighting except a little riding skills. But the Duke took a fancy to him, and now he has become a big man in Semanud."

"quiet!"

More than a dozen Winged Hussars, led by Hans, came to the center of the square with solemn expressions. These elite cavalrymen, full of murderous aura, had just escaped from a fierce battle in the world of combat records. Although they were few in number, their murderous aura instantly overwhelmed the elite selected from the hundreds of best present, making it difficult for them to breathe.

Hans didn't say anything, his expression was a little complicated.

He, the master's former right-hand man, was unexpectedly subdued by the master with just one hand when they were sparring this morning. Even though he knew that his strength was far inferior to the master's, such a huge gap still made him very disappointed.

Although he did not transform, the adults' transformation increased their strength much more dramatically than his.

The one hundred selected elites in front of him were actually the ones who were previously included in the list of the Sipahi Cavalry Company. However, Losa now had one hundred vacancies for the Qiexue Army, so naturally he had to form the Qiexue Company as soon as possible.

The job transfer of system soldiers only gives them the combat skills and knowledge that they should possess as members of that type of army.

There is no way to make a weak and frail person suddenly become a strong man with immense power. For example, those woodland archers are not even close to the genuine "Woodland Elf Archer".

Therefore, the candidates for the Qiexue Army must at least meet the following criteria: being physically strong, obedient to orders, and having the potential for subsequent promotion.

As for the language barrier?
It doesn’t matter, they will be able to speak it after they change their jobs, and it’s Tatar, a language that only they can understand.

Governor's Palace.

When the Duke travels, twenty Winged Hussars walk in the front, dozens of murderous Duke's Guards (Varangian Guards) walk in the middle of the team with battle axes in both hands, and behind them are hundreds of infantrymen leading war horses and draft horses.

The group drove through the city in a mighty procession and headed towards the Sipahi cavalry camp.

The Lionheart, dressed in a red battle robe, watched coldly: "What is this Lothar up to?"

The captain of the Earl's guard whispered, "I heard that Duke Lothar recruited a group of infantrymen and wanted to train them into his own cavalry guards."

Richard the Lionheart frowned. "Investigate further. Don't tell me such unfounded and illogical rumors in the future. A group of new soldiers who have just put down their hoes have been trained to the point where they can be deployed on the battlefield to fill the line without being crushed by the enemy. This is already a testament to Lothar's great skill in training soldiers."

Even if they were given magic potions, it would be impossible to turn a group of infantry into elite cavalry!
The Earl's guard captain whispered, "But Your Majesty, this is the most reliable information I have ever heard. The soldiers under the Grand Marshal are very aware of confidentiality and will not easily reveal much information to their subordinates."

"let it go."

Richard sneered: "The Saracens have been making tentative attacks on several border fortresses these days. Why is he making trouble here if he doesn't take this opportunity to use his elite feathered cavalry to eat up these small groups of enemies?"

From his perspective of war, Lothar's current choice is not very wise.

The Winged Hussars, a lightly armed heavy cavalry, are best suited for launching raids in such situations.

At this time, Losa's procession was passing by Richard. Losa smiled and nodded to Richard, making the sign of the cross on his chest. Richard also forced a smile and made the sign of the cross in return: "May God bless you."

After Losar passed by, Richard said angrily, "What's wrong with this Losar? I haven't seen him for just one day, but why does he seem so much stronger?"

"Is that really Lothar?"

The figure of the little witch Martha emerged from behind Richard. She was a little puzzled and said, "Not only his momentum, but even his aura has changed. If he stood with Your Majesty now, and if we said that only one of you is a king, I'm afraid most people would think that he is more like a king."

Richard couldn't help but frowned and said unhappily, "He is more like a king than me?"

For a man as conceited and proud as him, the emotion of "jealousy" had almost never appeared in his heart before he came to the holy land, but since meeting Lothar, he had to admit that this emotion appeared more and more frequently.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

The little witch Martha came back to her senses. She was intimidated by Lothar's aura and subconsciously said what was in her heart: "Let me take a closer look. There must be some huge changes in him."

Two whirlpools seemed to appear in her eyes, but soon, she took several steps back as if she had been severely injured, and almost fell. Richard hurriedly supported her: "What's going on?"

Martha looked at Losa's receding back, an unhealthy blush on her fair face: "Your Majesty, promise me that you will never become an enemy of Losa. Even if Her Majesty the Queen comes, you can't do this."

Richard frowned and asked, "What happened?"

Martha shook her head and didn't express her guess.

Before, when she looked at Lothar, she felt that he was always surrounded by a huge black dragon shadow, but now, she felt that Lothar, who looked like an ordinary man, was actually a terrifying dragon with red and black scales and a body as big as a hundred meters.

Even in the dragon's hometown, the Scandinavian mountains, he is definitely a very powerful dragon. A high-level dragon of this level cannot be dealt with unless it is a legendary dragon.

"Anyway, please agree to my request."

Martha looked at Richard eagerly, she was afraid that if she revealed Lothar's true identity, Richard would rashly step forward and identify him. Such a terrifying dragon transformed into a human form and came to the mortal world, there must be a big conspiracy.

This is not something that people below the legendary level can control.

Losa led his men to the Sipahi camp, looked at the expectant eyes of more than a hundred people below, and said with a smile: "Warriors under the watchful eyes of God, your hard training has not been in vain. From today on, I will form a 'Qiexue Company', and all of you will become the first members of the 'Qiexue Company'."

Amid the mixed expressions of disbelief and ecstasy on people's faces, Lothar spoke again: "Next, everyone come before me one by one. I will grant you a full set of weapons and mounts, as well as - the gift of God!"

Although he had gained a huge boost, he had no intention of engaging in a decisive battle with the Saracens right away.

The newly acquired abilities need to be tested in Prajna's book world to see their pros and cons before being used.

In addition, after Lavinia became an elite, she spent a huge amount of gold coins to upgrade to the maximum level of this stage. Her strength has been greatly improved, even better than her peak period in the world of giant ships yesterday.

How to perfectly exert this power and cooperate with others also needs to be practiced in the world of the book.

Anyway, Lavinia now has the Law of Recovery, so there is no need to worry that Prajna cannot sustain the consumption of so many people in the world of the book, so she can practice as much as she wants.

After assembling this new Qiexue company, he planned to return to the mansion to test out his new capabilities.

As everyone stepped forward, they knelt in front of Lothar with excitement. After feeling the fighting skills and excellent riding techniques that appeared out of thin air in their minds, many people were so excited that they almost fainted.

"This is a gift from God. Praise the Father, praise the Son!"

"Long live Saint Rosa!"

After the ceremony, looking at the devout and enthusiastic faces, Losa smiled and said, "The gift of God is not easy to master. Most of you have not mastered horse riding before, let alone horse archery. The Qiexue Company is best at these two aspects. The pagans are coming. I hope you can quickly integrate the 'gift of God', protect Semanud, and promote the glory of God."

"Long live!"

The excited shouts could be heard from far away even through a thick wall.

The people from all parties who were watching from the side couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, could it be that this Lothar had performed some incredible miracle again?
(End of this chapter)