At noon on the second day, a young servant stepped up the spiral staircase of the tower, and then stood silently in front of Sambel, "I am Bishop Maurice's personal butler. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Alright, since you're here, you can bring me the final news." Sambel sat down on the steps wearily and stretched out his hands to question the young man.

"Yes, yes!" The child's face immediately filled with joy, "What a grand battle, and a great victory that cannot be buried." It is said that yesterday afternoon, a sandstorm in the sky was about to engulf the world. Five thousand pagan soldiers, sheltered by the yellow sand, crossed the seaside plateau and appeared on the left side of the Christian army, trying to defeat the Christian warriors with a force descending from the sky, but His Royal Highness Gawain, Prince of Tarsus, used his chariots and warriors to form an impassable ring of 'thorns', which in turn repelled and crushed them, forcing them to retreat to the castle of Arzú on the headland. Then on the frontal front, countless enemies and enemies clashed together, Gawain and Baldwin's cavalry sergeants, all dressed in armor, dismounted and stood with swords and shields all over the barren hillside of the position, and everywhere there were sandstorms, heavy sand buried their boots up to their knees, and countless arrows shot into their armor chains, but they still stacked up an ironclad line, killing and frustrating the waves of enemy troops in front of the battle. It is said that almost all of the mercenaries hired by the enemy from Axum were shot at the foot of the hillside by Cilician archers and firearms. By the time of daybreak, the war on the sea continued, and the small light ships of the Italians and Egyptians were almost all destroyed and sunk, but the big ships were still drifting and fighting to the death, and witnesses said that the sun in the sky at that time looked like a broken egg yolk. In the yellow sand of the land, the cavalry of Bohemond and Robert suddenly rushed out of the drumming from the border of the Ramla region, all of them wearing veils to protect them from the sand and dust on their helmets, and they held sharp spears and spears, and raised their battle axes and swords, and slashed at the enemy's waist like lightning and thunder, and they charged, trampled, and destroyed the defensive line of seven companies of the Egyptians' Honorable Infantry, and no one dared to stand in front of their galloping horses' hooves with weapons in their hands, and then Amano suddenly fell silent, and the wind stopped, The enemies were exposed and fled like gerbils who had been excavated from their burrows, and the nobles and lords of Gawain, Bohemond, Baldwin, and Robert mobilized their soldiers to take up all the vantage points and hunt down and slaughter the Egyptian pagans, who were cut down and killed on the sandbanks like ripe wheat......"

"It's a shame that you don't write a chronicle biography." The patriarch raised his hand and motioned for the boy to say no more, "Very well, you go and tell your bishop that he will go to the Ramla region to give consolation." I told me that I was very happy about this great victory, but that I had been so exhausted by the previous defensive battle that I needed rest and recuperation. ”

The young servant immediately stooped and bowed, turned and left the tower with long footsteps.

Sambel let out a long sigh, touched his bloodshot eyes with his jewel-filled ring, and then his forehead, when suddenly he jumped up like a stone projectile, and rushed down the tower, and into his mansion, and scurried hysterically, gritting his teeth and holding a bunch of keys, for a long time (because his hands were shaking badly), and opened the door of the secret room, where several Lombard bookkeepers stared at the intruder, His Excellency the Patriarch, and on the table around which they sat were piled up bags of shining gold and silver coins, There were also many books stacked like hills.

"Burn, burn!" Sambel's teeth were fighting, his hair was bursting, and he howled in terror as he raised the flickering candle and pounced on the ledger like a tiger.

Thinking that the patriarch was going to burn the books and blame them, the treasurers rose to their feet and scuffled with Sambel, rolling and cursing on the floor, tearing their hair and picking their nostrils and eyes. Sambel was knocked down on the gold cabinet against the wall, and many gold coins poured down like water, submerging the patriarch's head, shoulders and chest, leaving only a pair of legs under his robe still exposed, hanging in the air and constantly kicking and beating, whirlwind gusts and drips, keeping the besieging Lombard treasurers out of a safe distance.

"Burn, burn!" A blue-nosed and swollen treasurer picked up the account book on the table, wiped away the nosebleed, put it on the candle flame just an inch away, and roared at the patriarch who was lying on the ground against the wall, his face full of horror and grief, "This palace secret room, as well as the two secret rooms in the monastery of Mount Zion, hide no less than 25,000 gold coins, and he will definitely see these when Count Adana triumphs." Now that I have done as you wish, I have burned all the books, and what will you explain when the time comes? ”

Sambell woke up at this time, he knelt on the ground again, and begged the group of treasurers to take out the fake account books in advance, "Prevaricate Baldwin and Robert, they are a group of reckless men who don't understand anything anyway", "Even if Baldwin is suspicious, it doesn't matter, as long as it can be delayed for half a month to a month, I can also think of a way!" ”

In fact, Sambell was very quiet, but his "solution" was actually to flee with the money and go to Tancred in Antioch City.

Now we have to grasp any life-saving straw.

From here, in front of the circular sea cliffs and beachheads beside the city of Arsu, the corpses of the Egyptian soldiers spread all the way to the sandbar wilderness seven ancient miles to the southwest, "as far as the eye can see, there are white light robes, mixed with the dried blood stains on the corpses, and from the side of the dunes it looks like an endless garden, a sea of flowers supported by miserable bones." "The Fatimid soldiers had always been known for their religious fanaticism and lightly armed raids, but this time they ran into the Christian line of heavily armed dismounted infantry and came to an end.

The same was true of the waters over there, with large clumps of blood scattering, and stacks of dead bodies washed up on the shore, unrestrained.

Egypt's 40,000 troops were killed and 7,000 were devastated. Under the protection of the Armenian Guards, the Grand Vizier Everdel fled back to the city of Ashkelon with the rout, and his fleet was also defeated and three giant "Cat" ships were captured by the Italians. The first thing Everdler did when he fled back was to whip all the officers who had fought before, and then asked everyone to defend the gate fortress and the port, and began to consider the "paperwork" to report to the Cairo court how to cover up the defeat.

The people and defenders of the lonely city of Arsu, its gate tower and the people and defenders at the head of the city had the good fortune to witness the "execution" of Gawain's army: more than 100 Egyptian Armenian mercenaries, who were still unwilling to surrender, were trapped on a raised high ground, and under the four sides of it were lined up with firethrowers with long firearms, and under the direction of the shaking of the flag, a terrifying centripetal blue-gray smoke and fire rain was shot out, and after several rounds of fire, the whole battlefield fell completely silent.