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The spectacle was so grand that the samurai, including many ordinary Italian soldiers, jumped into the river by the great oak tree, scooped water out of the river in large wooden barrels loaded with grain and wine, dragged the barrels to the shore, set them on the fire, and put them on fire-proof boards, after which many people peeled off the bark and threw it into the boiling water, as was common practice in the Varyag and Slavs in Kiev, to fill the water with alkali and use it to descale.

"Wowhaha!" Farov was the first to pinch his nose and climb up the big oak tree, then using the thickest trunk as a springboard, swishing like a big black iron ingot, crashing into the barrel, splashing hot bath water on the faces and bodies of his comrades who were caught off guard around him, causing them to scream and curse.

"Gawain, I'll go first!" This time it was Francesco, and he also came to join in the fun, took off his burqa and underwear in two clicks, climbed directly onto the branch, and jumped into another bucket.

The whole camp and the surrounding villages were boiling, and many women and girls were gathered behind the wooden fence, smiling passionately at the sight.

Then came the captain of the stables, the lieutenant Cranmer, who, in his laughter, climbed up the trunk naked, and then sat down on one unsteady foot, and sat down on the hard branch, and in a cry of exclamation, he fell on it in pain and grinned, and slowly climbed to the end, and curled up and jumped into the big barrel.

"Gawain. Lusail! With this shout, the soldiers all rushed towards Gawain, and Erickson and Fityas stepped forward to stop them, but were pushed away by the others with their heads twisted and laughing, "Hey, put me down!" Gawain laughed, and was lifted up by a number of people, others who took off his coat and chain mail, untied his sword, and threw him into a large barrel of boiling water.

"Wow!" Gawain was so hot that his whole body was red, and he hurriedly grabbed the leaves hanging from the edge of the poke and wiped them on his body. Then he saw that Farov was naked, pressed against the trunk by several smiling comrades, and whipped all over his body with soft sticks until all the dirt and blood were gone, which was said to be conducive to the elimination of toxins from the body and the cleansing of the body.

Then, when Gawain looked back, he saw that about dozens of women from the village, all carrying sticks, were rushing towards the barrel where he was, so frightened that he hurriedly climbed out, put on his clothes as he ran, and then threw himself into the river and swam to the other side

When he got wet, he came ashore from the opposite side, and saw a group of very peculiar armed men walking out of the valley outside Camp George, all of them carrying quite heavy weapons - iron pikes and flails, iron forks, and wooden sticks, but most of them had no armor, only cloth robes, and at first glance they looked like a group of peasants, but they walked in an unusually orderly manner, and they were obviously well trained in military affairs.

Their banners had no totems or figures, but were distinguished by color, and they marched with great momentum to the three gulli outside the camp, that is, within a distance of each other's watch, and began to set up camp.

"They are heretics in the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor, who call themselves the Paulicians, or the Teflis, but the Saracens call them Neo-Manichaeism, and they worship the gods of good and evil and the unquenchable flame, and they forbid any physical objects to join in the ceremonies, and at a distance from them, they are a group of mysterious and unpleasant gloomy fellows." After the celebration, Farov, who put on his clothes again, answered Gawain's questions.

"This number, about five or six thousand, came out of the valley of Mount Hyams to reinforce the stableman?" Gao Wen, who was holding the wooden fence, continued to ask.

Farov looked at Gawain, then lowered his voice, "Listen to Gawain, I can only advise you to have less contact with these people, this group of heretics used the fortress of Tevris as a stronghold and fought against the Roman emperor for a long time. It was only two hundred years ago that the emperor pardoned them and moved them to the mountains of Hemms to establish a dominion, and now this group of people also serve the emperor, but in hindsight, it does more harm than good, because they incidentally spread heresy everywhere when they were on the border. In the Battle of Durazo, these black sheep were also a group of people who escaped, endangering His Majesty's cause. Sooner or later, the wise Majesty will deal with them! ”

"Heresy is always more odious than heresy, I understand that. But my concern is that the warden hires them."

Then Gawain's words were interrupted by Farov, "Now the situation is very delicate, our Red Hand Guards are the Red Hand Detachment, and they are the emperor's direct guards. ”

Hearing the words "hugging together", Gawain looked at the stout and stocky Farov and laughed secretly in his heart.

Three days later, the army continued to assemble - this time with Gilligi. Arslan had brought some 5,000 Turkic warriors with him after the winter, and then George convened a military council and set a tactical goal to be carried out immediately after the beginning of spring: to leave behind a small detachment, and all the rest to advance to Paphragonia and Trabizon, "Now that the situation in Asia Minor has stabilized, we will move on, gain a larger territory, and ask the Emperor to place more Pechenegs and Cumans for military service, and in time the Empire will be brought back to life in Asia Minor." ”

When the order of the warden reached the base of the camp, all the soldiers were in high spirits and cheered, except Gawain sat thoughtfully at the dining table, not knowing what was in his heart about the contradictions and pain.

The whole camp was full of troops, and everyone was preparing their armor, horses, and weapons. At this time, in the camp of the warden of George's stable, his adjutant chief of staff, Kranmer, walked in with a mysterious man wearing a cloak, and then the knowing guards and soldiers hurriedly lowered the curtain outside, and the whole area was darkened, and then a servant lit the candle, and George put down the gong in his hand, and whispered, "You are here, what is your business, I just hired you to serve in the army." ”

The man lifted his cloak, revealing black hair, a slightly dark and pretty face, and then a gold-plated metal glove, "Master Warden, I'm Kabeamia. Helly Socher, the Golden Hand Archon of the great Tevres Republic, is here to assist you in ascending the Christ-painted shield. ”

George under the candle flame did not have much of a stunned expression, he slowly crossed his hands and dragged his chin on his chin, of course he understood the meaning of "boarding the shield", that is, the traditional program of the Roman emperor being embraced by the army, "Can I pin my hope on you?" ”

"Of course, I have chips in my hands." Kabeamia said confidently.

"But it is said that you did not go to Fort Philip in Thrace?"

Hearing George's question, Cabeamia's slightly dark face turned pale, which obviously evoked her terrifying memories, and her whole body writhed, "Because I encountered some terrible changes and people, I had to change my original plan and flee back to Asia Minor." ”