In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

It is extremely difficult to build a stone castle in an oasis in the desert.

Especially in Kaokeb's territory, there is no river passing through that can transport bricks and stones.

Abdullah sat on the horse and chatted with Lothar.

"I know Cockett. He is a cruel and ruthless, but powerful opponent. The army directly belonging to him alone has hundreds of elite cavalry. If he is given enough time, he can change the clans and chiefs who are loyal to him. In the hands of the state, a huge army of thousands of people was gathered."

Lothar frowned, this was a powerful lord who was more powerful than Baron Godfrey.

If his territory was not located in this barren desert and could not even build a castle, he would never have had the slightest thought for this lord.

"But he won't have that time."

Lothar looked solemn and looked confident: "We will take down this wooden fort before the enemy reacts. Abdullah, we can do it."

Abdullah put his hand on his shoulder and nodded slightly: "I have never doubted this."

The Kurdish soldiers were gathering the scattered war horses, peeling off the armor of the dead, or selecting the pieces of armor that could still be used, discarding the heavy armor.

In this era, scale armor was obviously inferior to chain armor in terms of defensive power alone.

But in terms of appearance, the scale armor is much better than the dark chain mail.

In addition to the beautiful appearance, the biggest advantage of scale armor is that it is simple in process, easy to produce on a large scale, and easy to maintain. It only needs to be disassembled and replaced.

Suitable for forming an industrial chain, large-scale production, and used to equip the army.

This is also the reason why countries with vast territories and a high degree of centralization, such as the Eastern Empire, the Sasanian Empire, and the Ayyubid Empire, prefer scale armor.

To this day, the physical cavalry of the Eastern Empire are still equipped with scale armor, but at the same time, they also wear a lined chain shirt under the scale armor to ensure defense.

Lothar and his party changed out of their blood-stained clothes, disguised themselves as a Bedouin tribute team, brought camels and mounts, and hid their swords and weapons under the car.

Walk slowly towards the wooden castle in the oasis.

The wooden castle of Kokbu is located in the center of the oasis, next to the beautiful lake like a mirror.

The guards guarding the city gates and walls saw the crowd from a distance and shouted at the convoy to stop.

Abdullah shouted loudly: "We are under the command of Lord Kaymour of Urd and pay tribute to the noble governor of Koqb."

"Lord Kaimur's subordinates?"

The guards guarding the city came up to him with vigilance: "Isn't it always Mr. Aladdin who escorts tributes? Who are you? Why haven't I seen you?"

The bodies of the Kurdish soldiers were a little tense and their breathing became heavier.

The atmosphere was extremely solemn.

The guard realized something was wrong and wanted to say something. At this moment, Fringilla took two steps forward on horseback, and a clear female voice sounded:

"Are you sure you haven't seen me?"

"You guys?"

The guard looked a little dazed.

Fringilla's eyes flashed with dark red light, but it was not obvious under the dazzling sunlight.

The man was halfway through speaking, but seemed to have forgotten what he wanted to say before.

He said thoughtfully: "Yes, I have seen you. You are Lord Kaimoor's subordinate. That's right. Open the city gate and let our guests from afar enter the city."

The door of the wooden castle was opened like this.

Abdullah looked at Lothar with some doubts. Lothar looked calm and said casually: "Let's go into the city. The tribute this time includes exquisite porcelain from the Song Empire. That was when we robbed Saladin's caravan. Handle all the trophies you have obtained with care. If they are damaged, Lord Kaukeb will not forgive you."

Lothar's expression remained normal, but the sweat on his temples still betrayed his mood.

Fringilla's charm can only have an effect on people who are not firm-minded. For example, the governor Savodin encountered last time, it almost had the opposite effect. Fortunately, Abdullah was quick to deal with it.

But it seems that people like Governor Savoddin are in the minority after all.

The group of people entered the wooden castle in this way. The guards did not even ask them to remove their weapons. Only two of them opened the tribute covered with felt cloth. After confirming that it was correct, they covered it again.

Everything went smoothly.

The female family members and servants in the castle looked at everyone with some curiosity.

Lothar looked at the guards on the wooden castle wall and saw that they were not very vigilant, and few of them were even willing to continue to stand guard on the wall under the scorching sun.

Then he waved his hand and whispered: "Get started and destroy any enemy who picks up a weapon."

A servant noticed the small movements of this group of people and was about to question them loudly.

A flying ax flew past Lothar's ear and embedded itself in the servant's skull with a clang.

The maid next to her had blood spattered on her face.

The screams resounded throughout the wooden castle in an instant.

Lothar picked up his half-sword, swarmed up with the Kurdish soldiers, and rushed into the wooden fort.

Strong armor allows them to ignore most ranged attacks.

I have to admit that this Kurdish cavalry team is definitely a very elite force. Whether it is infantry or cavalry combat, it is no less than a cavalry team composed of twenty knights and their attendants.

But although Lothar was greedy, he had no intention of soliciting.

Baron Godfrey kindly lends troops to him. If he still poaches others, is he still a human being?

Cries of killing arose.

Thick smoke billowed from the tower.

Abdullah said anxiously: "We must deal with them quickly, otherwise when the cavalry under Kaukbu's command arrive to support us, we will have no place to retreat even if we want to."

Lothar kicked the enemy in front of him away, stepped on him, and stabbed half of his sword into the opponent's throat.

"I know, Abdullah, you take the people to deal with the defenders on the city wall, and I'll go find Kokebu!"

A servant suddenly jumped up from the ground, hugged Lothar's calf, and struck his calf with a hammer.

At this time, his eyes suddenly bulged.

With a bang, the eyeball exploded and blood spurted out.

Lothar nodded slightly to Fringilla, and without looking back, he led the soldiers into the manor guarded by the wooden castle.

The decoration in the manor is very beautiful.

Exquisite murals on the walls, various exotic utensils, and furniture are neatly arranged.

The foreign maids in cool clothes let out shrill screams and fled in horror from the vicious man in front of them who was covered in blood and looked like a murderous star descending into the world.

Lothar had no time to appreciate these and walked straight in.

Passing through a threshold, you are greeted by a roaring wind.

The hammer hit Lothar's iron helmet, causing his head to buzz.

Ignoring the dizziness, he raised his shield and struck forward, knocking the man staggering. Behind him, a Kurdish soldier had already thrown a throwing ax, hitting the man between the eyebrows.

He was a burly, shirtless man holding a hammer.

The speed of their attack was so fast that many soldiers in the manor had no time to put on their armor, and their 100% combat strength was cut into at least half.

Lothar picked up the hammer in the man's hand. A two-handed sword was not easy to swing in a narrow room and was not as useful as this hammer.

The group of people quickly moved forward.

The further inside, the quieter it becomes.

The wooden castle is like a small maze, with too many places to hide.

At this time, he twitched his nose slightly. The smell was very familiar, like the aroma of heather.

He followed the smell and opened a cabinet door, revealing a naked foreign woman behind it.

“Do you understand Kurdish?”

The foreign woman nodded repeatedly with a horrified look on her face.

"Where is Kokob?"

The woman pointed behind Lothar, took advantage of the moment Lothar turned around, took out a dagger, aimed at his neck and stabbed it out hard.

But at this time, Lothar seemed to be predicting the future and took a step back. While dodging the dagger, his big iron-like hands directly strangled the opponent's neck.

The woman's eyes were full of unwillingness.

Lothar frowned: "The traces of the performance are too heavy. In fact, you are not afraid at all. Are you a dead soldier raised by Kokobu?"

The woman didn't reply, her face full of resentment.

"Tell me, Kokbu trained you just to give you to a hostile lord in the future so that you can assassinate him. If I kill him, I will let you go free."

The woman still didn't reply, her expression was stubborn and fierce, making people wonder what kind of entanglement she had with Kokbu.

"But I don't have the time."

Click.

Lothar let go of the woman's hand and looked at Fringilla: "She has no clothes on, and there is no bathtub or anything like that in the room. She most likely just had sex with Kokob. Can we track her?"

Fringilla sniffed, nodded and said, "Follow me."

They followed Fringilla through the narrow corridors and gardens, and arrived at a quiet room behind the wooden castle.

"Come out, Kokob, your woman betrayed you."

Lothar said loudly.

boom--

The door was pushed open, and a burly man wearing iron armor rushed out with a ferocious face.

Lothar looked at a Kurdish cavalryman beside him.

He shook his head: "He is not Kokebu, let me deal with him."

With that said, he drew his weapon and faced him.

Lothar walked around the two people fighting together and looked at each other with Fringilla and Prajna. Just as he was about to walk into the room, he saw Prajna walking in first.

boom--

The hammer roared.

Prajna's figure is as stable as a mountain, unmoving.

Without stopping, she rushed forward like an unstoppable chariot.

boom--

The big man wearing armor was knocked to the ground.

Kokob held a mace in each hand, climbed up from the ground, and roared: "Who are you? How dare you attack me, great Kokob! My soldiers will come soon and massacre you. Almost exhausted.”

Lothar snorted coldly: "Despicable person, when you offend my lord Saladin, you should think that one day, we are not Assassin's dirty assassins, and I will give you a fair chance to fight."

Kaokebu's expression changed and he shouted: "Okay!"

He took a stance, Lothar waved his hand, and a bloody spear immediately formed in Fringilla's hand.

Kaokebu said in shock: "Devil, this is the power of the devil. You lied to me. You said you wanted to fight me fairly."

Lothar smiled and said: "This is already fair."

boom--

The Blood Throwing Spear easily penetrated Kaukeb's armor and pinned him to the wall behind him.

Lothar swung his sword to chop off Kokob's head and walked out of the room without looking back.

He helped the Kurdish cavalry to deal with his opponents and shouted: "Count the loot immediately. We have limited time, so we only take things that are easy to carry and have high value."

There was an explosion in the room behind him.

Blood splattered.

That was the sound of Fringilla's Blood Throwing Spear exploding.

Lothar climbed to the top of the city, raised the head of Kokobu in his hand, and shouted: "Your lord Kokobu is dead. Give up resistance now. Those who surrender will not be killed!"