When everyone blamed the "five-man secret room agreement", Bohemond was still there and scolded everyone frantically, and the current situation was that except for these five people, no one else was willing to abide by this so-called agreement, even if none of the parties clearly stated the specific content of these agreements: the five people did not want to say it, and the others did not know the details and did not dare to say it rashly, but replaced it with invective and quarrels.

There were even people who shouted that they wanted to hang scum like Gawain and Bohemond, and Gawain's eyes looked in the direction of the sound, and in a moment, he knew that the guy was the knight from the Île-de-France who had also accused him before, and he was a subordinate of the noble Hugh.

It's time to put an end to it all, take out the noisy clown, Gawain thought to himself.

While the clergy of Ademar, Peter, and Okhilt were still shouting "put aside the controversy," Gawain strode to the center of the crowd and held up a letter, "How many of you know that a powerful infidel enemy force is approaching in the direction of Damascus?" ”

As soon as these words were uttered, the whole hall fell silent, and Bohemond stared and blew his beard as he pushed away a Meuse knight who had grabbed him by the collar, and dusted off the dust he had just stained.

"There are 50,000 of them." Gawain added, "The news is true, it is the information of an Orthodox believer in that city who risked his life to raise food for the infidels army. Ducaq, the prince of Damascus, had already commanded so many troops that he would reach the southern part of the city of Antioch in about three days. I need men to fend off this army. ”

The hall was as quiet as death, and Gawain repeated the latter sentence two or three times, but no one answered, and then the Grand Duke swept his eagle-like gaze over Hugh, "I entrust this task to His Royal Highness Capet. ”

Hugh immediately retreated into the crowd as if scorched by flames, and in a weak voice, he argued, "Most of the knights of Île-de-France have been out of food for several days."

"Didn't our army endure hunger?" Gawain was furious, occupying the commanding heights and launching a fierce verbal attack on Hugh, the whole hall booed, and Gawain waved his hand, "Whoever shush again will come out to receive this glorious mission, and gamble on your reputation as a Christian warrior." Is there any, is there any? Gawain stepped forward, and the crowd on that side retreated several steps back like a tide, and turned that side as well.

Eventually, Gawain sneered, turned and walked back, throwing the scroll on the table.

Raymond laughed, as if it were due to contempt for the crowd, and at this moment Flanders Robert came out to make a round, "In fact, His Royal Highness the Grand Duke has already expressed his willingness to share part of the grain in the port with the men - but there is one concern, and that is the Pisan people in the city, who are afraid that if the merchants and ships of other Italian city-states enter the city with goods, they will anger the Pisa. ”

As soon as Robert finished speaking, Gawain waved his hand violently, saying, "I have nothing to fear from the Pisa," and then the Consul of Venice, Molito. Rosso turned his eyes to look at the crowd, sighed twice, and hung his head. Sure enough, everyone then turned their attention to Bohemond, who was recognized as "the most fearful of pizza people", and Bo was full of pain, covered his eyes with his hands, sat down slowly, sighed for a long time, and stopped talking.

"The traitorous Pisan man has deceived us of all the money we have gained through a bloody battle." Immediately, some knights let out such an angry roar, and some people cried out, shouting, "It's not that I don't want to put on armor and ride on horseback to fight the Turks in Damascus, but my armor, my horse, and even my ancestral saber should be given to the Pisan people in exchange for a few pieces of cheese!" ”

"Civilians are starving to death even more, and there are already people eating people." More and more angry accusations were made against Monniki, and they prostrated themselves at Admar's knees, begging in a mournful tone, "Isn't this forbidden by the previous Council of Cardinals?" The Pisan man earns the black money of the Christians, and since he has sold his soul to the evil god Mammon, what else does he want this body to do? ”

Surrounded by a crowd, Ademar's hands were cold and trembling, and he knew that the emotions of the red-eyed Christians had been aroused: they wanted to get back the money earned by the Pisa, but they also wanted Monninich to die, and the stark thoughts in his words were unobstructed.

"Believers cannot kill believers." Ademar kept drawing the cross, and at first he was still admonishing. But the Christians around him paid no heed, and soon hundreds of people, knights and men, pounded their hands and heads on the floor beneath his feet, and some of them cried, and the dense and terrifying voices became more and more violent, slowly drowning out the appeal of reason to the priesthood, and at last Ademar closed his eyes in agony, and said no more, but snuggled silently against the wall, and let the rhythmic and demonic sound shake the hall to the ground

And at this moment, Bohemond, who was touching his red beard, glanced at Gawain, who was sitting, and his heart was full of pride.

"Let's talk about it, as long as we recognize the previous secret room agreement, we will not only bring in the grain from the port and distribute it to everyone, but also help everyone to get back the gold and silver money that was previously taken away by the Pisa," Bohemond whispered in a cold tone to several slave stewards around him who were busy bowing and receiving orders, "Remember to just use your mouth to speak, don't be stupid to record and distribute with paper." ”

In the lonely and bleak arena area, many people, some Christians and some Crescentists, sat in their houses and on the side of the streets, without smoke or life, everyone sat like walking corpses, the woman's breasts were shriveled, but the child in her arms, who could not drink milk, did not even have the strength to cry, only the sobbing and wailing of dying beasts. Some people are already blind, some people are dead, and the relatives don't even have the motivation to bury them, but they don't want the bodies of the dead to be stolen and made into dried meat, so they sit around and raise their hands from time to time to drive away the flies.

On the road to the West Fort, the "fortress" of the Pisa stood there, where the red-faced mercenaries stood in chain mail and with bluffing halberds or iron rods, and in front of them the mud floor and drainage canal were filled with hungry people who were only half breathing, and there was a small bazaar beside it, which was used to sell grain, and two ragged noblewomen, without handmaidens, were stumbling towards it.

"It's sold out, dear lady." The Saracen in the bazaar, dressed in silk robes, said to the lady with a desperate face. (To be continued.) )