Here Joceland stepped up the steps of the consul, and Godfrey bowed respectfully to take his hand: he had always been fond of the wise warrior. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Please consider my suggestion again, I am not in a position to criticize Robert and Tancred's proposal. But if you use diplomacy to stabilize the pagan kingdom of Egypt and keep the Azuf and Ashkelon neutral, and then go north to attack Tyre and Sidon, where the main force is nothing more than the Provençal soldiers whom Raymond surrendered to the other side, and who are Christians, I can operate in secret......"

Godfrey frowned and raised his hand, interrupting the other's words, "When we reached into the cave of the shrine, we found that the ink on one of the cowhide strips was warm and wet, but the other was dry. Hearing this, Jocelan's brow moved, he suddenly remembered something, and understood what the consul's words meant, and then he did not make any further exhortation, but stepped back and stroked his chest and bowed, "God's will, my Archon's Highness." ”

"For God's sake, don't give up the Eustace family and the Holy Sepulchre." Separated by several steps, Joselan saw that the melancholy black eyes of the Archon were looking at him, as still as a statue, and he looked so lonely and helpless in the midst of the crowd of voices and cheers, which actually implied the meaning of loneliness.

This paladin-like figure, from the distant region of Bouillon, gathered all his relatives and retainers, traveled thousands of miles to the holy city of Jerusalem, recovered it, and established a state of law and order, and his merits could reach the ears of the Lord, but at this time in the eyes of Joselan, Godfrey was getting weaker and weaker: the previous battle with the bear in the jungle of Little Antioch had almost killed him, just to save an unknown civilian, and then although he had been carefully treated by Grana's love, he recovered, But it was further deteriorated by the tragic battle of the Holy City, and his face seemed to be covered with a faint layer of gold, which may seem sacred to others, but in fact it was a manifestation of the disintegration of blood and qi.

The Holy City is too glorious, not only all kinds of pagan enemies cannot be lost, but all kinds of enemies of the same sect of Christ are also committed to it, and the consuls may not be unaware of the ghostly tricks, in this case, Godfrey did not give his brother a fiefdom, and even ordered Baldwin to return to Adana, how many people can understand the bitterness and sorrow?

And among the crowd, Tancred's expression also seemed a little unnatural.

Ordered to go on the march, Tancred returned to the Citadel of Nazareth in Galilee, where he had all his hundred knights, and 1,200 other soldiers, including 300 Calabrians and 200 naturalized Turkic hussars.

In the chamber, Tanfred summoned two naturalized Turks, Joseph and Edian, and asked them what they should do next: whether they were going to reinforce their uncle's Marash War, or whether they were going to attack the city of Asuf with the consuls.

Joseph said, "If Lord Bohemond had gathered his army from the city of Samosata and penetrated into Marash, he would have defeated the Arni, but I think his troubles lie in the rear. ”

Under the candlelight, Tanfred tapped his flaxen beard with his finger, "You mean, Ridwan of Aleppo......"

"Yes, my lord." Joseph lowered his body and whispered, constantly looking at the door outside the stone wall, for fear that the voice would flow out, "Your uncle has advanced from Samosata, and all the food routes are left in the narrow corridor area of Azazad, and if Ridwan turns his face and cuts off there, even the most army will collapse in a short time. ”

"Therefore, my lord, I have consulted with Joseph and deduced that it is safe for your uncle to take a long detour to the west, to reach Adanab from the Syrian Gate, and then join the two lords Gawain and Baldwin, and then go east to attack Malash through the Armenian Pass." Edion over there chimed in.

Tanfred suddenly sneered, "However, my uncle would never do this, it has nothing to do with being safe or not, only with his pride and paranoia. ”

The two Turkic stewards were silent, but slyly raised their hands, waiting for their master to finally speak.

"Boom." Tancred's hand with the ring struck the rough wooden table, and the candle flame flickered slightly.

Then, there was a long "bang", and soon after, the flames on the candles stubbornly scurried upwards in the vibration, emitting a trace of black smoke with a choking smell.

"My uncle is stubborn, and his best course of action is not to rush against Marash, but to calm down and organize the country and the army, train the fleet, and then go to Tripoli, where even Gawain knows that he has taken two citadels in the middle of the road, and he has run to fight the poor and treacherous Marash, just to kill one stone. Even I could put aside Messand's enmity, but my uncle couldn't let go of a small humiliation. In this way, you can only bury the Principality of Antioch! As he said the last sentence, Tanfred's tone of distress abruptly increased.

Joseph and Edion immediately met, "In that case, the master can take twenty knights to follow the archon in attacking Assuf, and send most of the army to Antioch for our care." ...... like this"

"I once trusted a Turkic mongrel named Estus, but he repaid me with a cruel and despicable betrayal." Tancred slightly on the back of his chair, he said, staring at the two same Turks.

The two men hurriedly argued that the reason for the betrayal of Ostu was to cater to the needs of the Arni, and that most of the people under our guardianship were Apulians, and more of them acted as your messengers.

"Then do it, act at the opportune moment, and be cunning and clever like a Turk." The Prince of Galilee craned his neck and stared at the hollow, dark ceiling.

At the same time, when Bohemond's letter asking for reinforcements was sent to Melitane, Gauwenzheng rode on horseback with the Holy Sister, and looked at the magnificent weather between the rivers and the plateau, and on the cliff in the distance stood a castle made by the Armenians, which showed an irregular quadrangular shape along the mountain, which could accommodate two hundred to three hundred soldiers, and built a complete well and granary, and the wall facing the mountain road had four ring-shaped protruding horse-faced walls, on which there were pheasant moats and catapults, which could control the entire fan-shaped road, easy to defend and difficult to attack." This is a true example of the combination of Roman and Ani engineering, and this hill fort is small but strong. You're right, General Orsin, but you have to absorb the essence of this Ani tradition! ”

Behind him, Orson also rode a horse to accompany the patrol. Hertomis laughed awkwardly, and he was still a little estranged in his heart: how did he become a descendant of the ancient Armenians? I'm a Roman nobleman from Sylvain (Azerbaijan)! (To be continued.) )