On the high hill swept by the volley of firearms, the corpses overlapped and the blood stains were blurred, and the smoke and dust of the burning gunfire floated and rose, and the gunpowder shooters standing on all sides stood on all sides after the officers waved their flags and shouted, hulala respectively put the long firearms they were originally holding on their shoulders, held the curved wooden support, and stood side by side with their feet under the sea-blue robes, and then turned neatly, kicked strange steps, shouted trumpets one after another, lined up around the fan-shaped route, and very skillfully closed a long column by several teams, The flute sounded rhythmically - and they began to walk in the field of view of the defenders of Arsu towards the sandbar to the southwest, where the victors' camp had been erected and the bodies of the Egyptian soldiers were being buried. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The three royal dukes who came to the rescue, in addition to the Count of Normandy, Robert. Curtis, Count of Blois, Stephen, Duke of Aquitaine, Conrad, Henry IV's Court Marshal Conrad, Flanders Roberts, and the knightly lords under Godfrey's umbrella laughed and hugged each other to congratulate each other on such a great victory.

"After the city of Arsu is removed, the western coast of the holy city will be restored to the hands of the people of Christ!" Flanders Robert was very pleased to point to the castle that stood alone on the seaside plateau - it was indeed too close to the holy city, like a dagger to the throat, and it only took an hour or so to ride from Ramla to this city of Arsu. Previously, when Godfrey was still alive, he had used troops against him, hoping to remove this "thorn in the side", but he was unsuccessful.

After that, if the city in front of it was captured, the port of Arsu, it would be connected to the port of Jaffa, so that the sea communication of the holy city would be unimpeded, and there would be only two threats left on the sea: Ashkelon, the port stronghold of the Egyptians on the southern coast, and Haifa and Acre, two foreign seaport strongholds on the northern coast and between the Gamel Mountains.

"I am willing to give Galilee and Arsu to the Duke of Bohemond!" Just as everyone was overjoyed about the future, Baldwin, who was standing in the center of the crowd, suddenly spoke, and then all eyes were focused on the young man, "In addition, if the note of Everdler's surrender comes, I can accept it, and take a wise and prudent decision to restore the original border line and trade in the Levant and the Red Sea." Next, we will go to capture Haifa and Acre. ”

Baldwin's words are clear: I am now the new leader of this Holy City Kingdom, and my sword will guard the Code of Oaths in Solomon's Temple.

The lull did not last long, as Godfrey's old knights bowed down in cheer, and then everyone accepted - not only the order, but also the person who issued it, Baldwin. Eustace.

Three days later, Everdler's emissaries arrived, acknowledging the crushing defeat of the previous battle, and promising the Kingdom of Jerusalem the right to occupy Arsu, Haifa, and Acre, and that they would never send any troops to interfere with it; Everdeller also recognized Gawain's right to take over the entire island of Cyprus, and he would never interfere; Thereafter, the two sides will live in peace and friendly exchanges, and each will retreat to its original borders, abide by perseverance and justice, and will not easily resort to force in the event of disputes.

Bohemond, Gawain, and Baldwin also endorsed the treaty, and one by one they stepped forward to take out their seals and put the seal of power on the scrolls.

After the Egyptian envoys took their leave, the hopeless city of Arsu surrendered with its 5,000 inhabitants. By agreement, it and the entire land of the Galilee coast were to be made temporary fiefdoms for Bohemond, who was entitled to receive customs duties and taxes to support his army.

As the weather heats up, the date palms and olive trees in the open field outside the holy city cast thin shadows, and the residents who have regained peace elect three hundred delegates to stand outside the gates of Bethlehem with enthusiasm and garlands to greet Baldwin, the new owner of the holy city.

Amid the cheers, Baldwin rode on his white horse, while Gawain and Bohemond, dressed in light robes made of Indian cotton, rode their horses left and right to follow him to the city gates.

There the two bishops, Sambell and Maurice, had sweat and joy on their faces, and they had been waiting there for a long time.

"Your Excellency the Patriarch, I remember that this gate is the property of the Church, and we need to pay a toll when we pass through here, right?" Baldwin, on horseback, saw the two, sneered and made a gesture to pluck the money pouch from his waist.

Next to him, Gawain had already lifted a small money bag and was about to hand it over to Baldwin.

The two clergymen galloped to the horses, and Sambel flatteringly took the reins of the horses, "Yes, all mortals who pass through here must pay a fee, but the king does not, for he is not a mortal, and besides, he is the master of everything here." ”

Sure enough, in order to temporarily protect himself, Sambell resorted to a trick to press the bottom of the box, he wanted to use his special status to perform a sacred anointing ceremony for Baldwin, "support" him to ascend to the throne of the king to replace the title of consul of his deceased brother, and thus formed an alliance of interests with Baldwin.

"It's been a hard work, Your Excellency." Gawain withdrew his purse, lifted the reins of his horse with a mocking face, blinked his blue eyes, and slowly paced past the uncertain Sambel on his face.

In Solomon's temple that day, Baldwin sat majestically on King David's throne through the smoke-filled colonnade hall with his wife Goldshead bowed humbly, wearing a glorious crown of gold and precious stones, amid the praise of the crowd.

After sitting down, Baldwin first saw his wife beside him, and the second saw Gawain standing at the bottom of the steps and giving him a thumbs up.

Even though it didn't show it in the corners of his eyes and mouth, Baldwin still smiled inwardly with relief, because Gawain didn't deceive him and really embraced him to sit here.

The coveted throne of King David.

Patriarch Sambel, dressed in a dharma, and Maurice, the special envoy of the Holy See, also approached tremblingly through the road among the crowds to celebrate the anointed coronation.

"It's up to me." Just as they were within a few steps of the first king of Jerusalem, the tall Gawain turned out to stop them, and unceremoniously stretched out his hand in a gesture of demand.

"But, but I am the Patriarch of Jerusalem......" Sambel's face contorted.

"I am the chief patron of the entire Eastern Ecumenical Church, and I am also a saint, you can preside over this ceremony, can't I do it?"

Sambel could only choose to bow to this martial artist, warlord, saint and amateur dramatist.

The final oiling ceremony was really done by Gawain.

But the Baldwins did not have any dissent or displeasure, and they did not want to be blackmailed by Sambell, a shameless person, because of their coronation.