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

Kokob's bloody head was passed among the Kurdish cavalry.

It was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the stubborn resisters.

Even if these Kurdish cavalry dismount to fight, they are still skilled in combat.

And they cooperated tacitly, like jackals wandering in the desert, working together in pairs, using the fastest and least chivalrous means to end the lives of their enemies one by one.

They are killing machines without any mercy, and they faithfully implement Lothar's orders to kill everyone with weapons.

Lothar did not participate in the war again. He did not hope that one day he would regard living people as fillers for his experience tank.

After a while, the shouts of killing completely subsided.

The Kurdish soldiers drove the unarmed defenders and slaves to the open space outside the manor.

Abdullah came to Lothar holding a mace stained with flesh and blood.

He looked at Lothar's profile and felt a little chilled when he saw that he looked calm and seemed to have everything planned out.

He lowered his head and said respectfully: "The holy fire will burn forever. Kaokebu's diehard loyalists have been eliminated, and all the prisoners who have laid down their weapons have been put under centralized custody."

Lothar nodded: "Let everyone disperse and collect the loot. Our time is limited. We urge everyone not to be blinded by wealth."

"Also, remember to work in pairs and be careful of hidden enemies sneaking up on you."

A smile appeared on Abdullah's face. As a lord of one party, Kokob had definitely accumulated a lot of wealth over the years.

Even if you only take gold and silver utensils and coins, it is still a large amount of wealth.

No matter how devout the Mamluks were in their faith and brave in fighting, they would never struggle with money.

"Don't worry, sir. My boys are all battle-hardened warriors. No one will do such a stupid thing."

At the same time, a system prompt sounded in Lothar's ears.

You activated the milestone and captured the castle (you successfully led your soldiers and retinues to capture the enemy lord's castle, and killed the enemy lord, showing his head to the public).

Reward: Activate the loot shop.

Loot shop: You can sell your loot to the system mall, and the system will evaluate the value and give you gold and silver currency.

Lothar's expression moved slightly. For him, this was a timely help.

He was worrying about how to choose valuable trophies. There were only four of him here, and the trophies he could take were very limited.

"Abdullah, let's go too."

Lothar immediately put down his reserve and walked towards the manor in the castle.

A Kurdish soldier was about to rush into a room to search for property, but was shocked to find that the room was empty.

Furniture, carpets, murals, utensils, everything disappeared.

"Holy fire, what happened?"

"It was literally an overwhelming swarm of locusts swarming into the fields."

The Kurdish soldiers looked at several rooms in succession, but they were all empty.

His companions shouted to remind him: "Go over there, we have already searched here, Lord Lothar has given us priority in selecting the loot."

"Have you searched it?"

"How can the search be so clean?"

The soldier was confused.

Lothar just ran from room to room.

Silver chamber pot, red pine cabinets, velvet mattresses, glazed porcelain bottles, tables, chairs and benches.

In short, except for the floor, everything that could be disassembled and could be judged as trophies by the system was sold by him.

Like bandits crossing the border.

Anyway, he just touched his hand, touched it lightly, and then disappeared.

The final profit, excluding the fractions, was a total of 800 gold coins produced by the system, with his portrait on them, which Lothar could use at any time.

Although having his own face printed on the gold coins made him feel a bit social, it was not transgressive because many local lords in this era had the right to mint coins.

It just depends on whether there are gold and silver mines in the fiefdom. If you melt high-value currency, mix it with lead or tin and make bad coins, you may still be held accountable by the feudal lord.

Gold and silver coins of excellent quality produced by the system are hard currency everywhere and can also make him famous.

"Only eight hundred?"

Lothar was a little disappointed.

He had just gone through all the rooms that the Kurdish soldiers had searched, and he had sold off all the large items they had missed.

That's only eight hundred gold coins.

Lothar didn't believe it. The items in the territory of this powerful prince were worth so little money.

In addition to these large valuables that are inconvenient to carry, as well as those low-value items, Lothar and the Kurdish cavalry also looted a large number of portable gold and silver treasures.

These gold and silver products had added value in craftsmanship, and Lothar was reluctant to sell them directly to the system.

It's a pity that living animals cannot be sold through the loot mall, otherwise it would be a lot of money.

The "living animals" here refer to livestock and war horses.

Lothar was not crazy enough to sell all the prisoners through the system.

"Everyone, one person and two horses, leave quickly."

"Don't bring too many things. Food, water bladders and feed are the most important."

Lothar ordered loudly.

At the same time, he came to the prisoners. Under the horrified eyes of the person at the front, he cut the rope that bound him with a sword: "You are free."

The prisoners looked at each other.

"Go and untie your companions."

"My lord Saladin is a generous man. The reason why he used cruel methods on your lord Kokbu is all because of his arrogance and humiliation towards my lord."

"You can tell the Sasanian King that if any of his lords dare to be rude to our Lord Saladin again, I guarantee that they will meet the same fate."

After saying that, Lothar turned around, led the Kurdish cavalry, set off a gust of wind, and roared away.

The dark cloak and the fluttering flame eagle flag gradually faded away as they watched.

At this time, a few loyal slaves took the unwanted bad horses of Lothar and his party and rushed towards the garrison in the oasis near the wooden castle.

An oasis near the territory of Kokob.

Kaukeb's eldest son, Seifer, who commanded a hundred armored cavalry, was leading the soldiers, preparing to rush to the wooden castle where smoke was rising in the distance.

No one has attacked here for many years.

He couldn't figure out which army would be so frantic to attack a wooden fort in the desert. Didn't they consider the supply problem?

At this time.

A slave on a war horse hurried over and fell to his knees.

"Lord Sefir and Lord Kockab were killed by the troops sent by Saladin."

His face was red, and he said with a sad expression: "Sir, we must avenge Lord Kokob. That group of Saladin's cavalry has not gone far yet."

Seifer looked at the person who came to report the news in astonishment: "What did you say? Say it again?"

The messenger's face was full of sorrow: "The Lord is dead!"

"Order your troops immediately and let's go back to rescue Master Kaukeb!"

The messenger looked astonished: "But Lord Kokob is dead."

"Shut up, Lord Kokob is not dead!"

Seifer chopped down the messenger in front of him with his sword and shouted loudly: "Lord Kokob was attacked. I was appointed to command all the troops and rushed to rescue him immediately."

Among the several cavalry teams under Kokob's command, the small oasis where he was stationed was the closest to the wooden castle.

The group of Saladin's soldiers left in a hurry. As long as he arrived, the entire wooden fort and the wealth that Kaokebu had accumulated over the years would belong to him!

As for chasing the Saladin cavalry who had left?

What a joke!

Being able to break through the wooden castle so quickly showed how elite this army was. He didn't want to waste all the team he had worked so hard to save on such a thing.

With an eager mood, Seifer almost took the lead, leading the cavalry under his command, stepping on the billowing smoke and rushing into the wooden castle.

"Seal the wooden castle immediately. If anyone comes, be sure to keep them out."

He ordered loudly.

But after entering the wooden castle, his heart immediately became cold.

"this?"

"How is this going?"

It was originally beautiful, like a royal palace manor, but now it looked like it had been blown by a sandstorm.

Not to mention property, even several large stone sculptures in front of the manor have been moved away.

"This is simply digging three feet into the ground!"

"Are they stupid? Carrying so many heavy objects, how could they escape our pursuit?"

"Chase them, they won't be able to run far!"

he said angrily.

At this moment, the guard burst into the door and shouted: "Sir, it's not good, Lord Lund has come with his troops and demands to enter the wooden castle immediately."

Lund is the second son of Kaukeb and the biggest competitor for his inheritance.

Sev'er's face froze. He thought the wooden castle was a big treasure, but he never thought that there was nothing in it. Now that he was the first to enter the castle, wouldn't he have yellow soup under his butt?

Seifer was anxious and angry. After thinking again and again, he still said: "Let them come in!"

Lund led people to rush in, and they were also stunned: "Seifer, you did this?"

Seifer said angrily: "How is it possible? How long have I been here? How could I hide so many treasures? They were all moved away by those Saladin's lackeys."

"But don't worry, they won't be able to run fast with so many things."

"Call your troops and horses immediately, let's go after him!"

But when Seifer and his party followed the tracks left by Lothar and his party, they discovered that the hoof prints were very shallow and there were no ruts.

Londer's face was full of anger and he scolded: "Safer, do you think I am a brainless fool? I have already tortured those weak and untouchable people, and Saladin's men didn't take away much at all."

Seph pulled out his weapon and said, "Didn't you bring it out by torture that I didn't arrive long before you?"

"Stop quibbling, Seifer, you are simply not worthy of being my father's son. Your father was killed, and instead of pursuing the enemy, you emptied your father's inheritance."

Lund shouted: "Soldiers, look at the ugly face of this despicable person. Are you willing to be loyal to this kind of person, or to me, the great Lund?"

"shut up!"

The furious Seifer struck at him with his sword.

Naturally, the confidants under his command also took action.

The two parties were fighting together, and there was no intention of pursuing the Kurdish cavalry.

Besides, it was useless to chase them. The cavalry team with one person and two horses had already traveled more than ten miles.