With the help of a large number of baggage soldiers with a large number of transport vehicles and livestock, the transportation of large mechanical weapons was completed very smoothly. In total, more than a thousand units of various types of weapons, along with fifty artillery pieces, were transported to the front line. In the hands of skilled engineers, the machines were quickly assembled to a state of standard parts. Then, under the cover of more than 20,000 Norman soldiers at the front line, and more than 10,000 Norman temporary conscripts, several bombing positions facing the jihadist army were arranged.

Prior to this, the Vadateri Archers and Seljuk Archers from Greece, as well as the Norman Emperor's Hussars and the First Hussars. A total of four light cavalry units, more than 20,000 elite light cavalry joined, which increased the strength of the front-line crusaders a lot. In terms of numbers, it is not weaker than the running back troops who block the way.

It's just that, because of the location, Lusived, Duke of Hesse, who was deployed on the front line, was a little worried. And before the war began, he found Egil and told him about his worries.

"I don't have a crush on Albert, though. But one thing has to be admitted, after his death, the entire Holy Roman Empire will once again be in chaos. To make matters worse, because he died rather suddenly, he didn't even have a designated heir. The current prince of Austria is too young. Whether he can keep his own territory is still two theories...... And Bohemia will inevitably become independent again. Although now, because of the mutual containment of each other, the German princes have not been able to make a move, and they have returned to the country to compete for the throne. But I am sure that after the end of this holy war, whatever the outcome, the surviving German princes will return home with a bloody bloodstream. ”

"It's nice that you can share this information with me. Egil nodded, and then asked, "But what does that mean, or what do you want?" or what do you want me to do you a favor?"

"No, no, no, I don't have any ambitions about the authority of the Holy Roman Empire. "I heard something in Egil's words. Lucived immediately shook his head and waved his hand in denial: "I think it's good as it is now, I don't have much ambition, as long as I can maintain my dominance in Hesse." As for expanding the territory, it's better to leave it to other more ambitious people to do. ”

"So what?" asked Egil.

"I hope to have an easier job in the future combat missions. In order to retain more strength in order to deal with the chaos that followed in Germany. Lucived said.

"It's human nature. Egil nodded, "It's normal. I can promise you. ”

However, before Lucived could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Egil ask, "But, duke, can you answer my question? What do you think is the future of the Holy Roman Empire, or who do you think will emerge victorious and become the ruler of the Empire?"

“...... Although I can't be sure who will win in the end. But I know one thing for sure. That is, whoever the new emperor is, must have your consent and support. The future and destiny of the entire Holy Roman Empire is actually in your hands. After saying this, Lucived gritted his teeth and knelt down on one knee in front of Egil: "If you are willing to enter the Holy Roman Empire, I am willing to be your most faithful servant." Serve you for all the rest of my life. Honor you as a monarch. ”

"......," Egil muttered for a long time. In the end, he sighed imperceptibly, thinking to himself, "It's a pity." Then he stretched out his hand and helped Lucived up, and then said, "It's commendable, but it's not the time to talk about such a thing. ”

"I understand. Hearing Egil say this, Lucived knew that the emperor had already thought about it. Anyway, his head is big enough, and it doesn't sinky to wear three crowns. And the purpose of his request to preserve his strength has been achieved, so he left happily.

Seeing Lucived leave, Egil was in trouble in his tent - the Holy Roman Empire was leaderless at this moment, plus his own control of North Germany. With a little thought, getting yourself another crown is a pretty good thing to do - unfortunately, there isn't enough time. ...,

Saladin was not a flesh-footed enemy. After a fight with him, he could not have left so much time to integrate the Holy Roman Empire - because Egil had another more terrifying enemy, that is, the Mongol Crusade could come at any time, and it was impossible to say that when he was fighting for the HRE crown in Central Europe, the cattle had already crossed the Ural Mountains and headed for Eastern Europe.

In Egil's mind, these Mongol conquerors were his worst enemies. And what Dongluo Shenluo and the like, can only be second-rate. There will still be a chance to conquer the Holy Roman Empire. Even when your strength has grown enough, you can swallow it raw for no reason to lose your character. But resisting the Mongols is a little careless. If one does not get it right, a large part of his territory in Eastern Europe will fall, and he will be beaten back to his original form, and he will have to go back to Scandinavia to survive. "If it doesn't work, labor and management will fight for ten years, and I will die with you!" This kind of thought has already been thrown into the orbit of Neptune.

That's it. Egir calculated that he wanted the crown of the Holy Roman Empire, and in addition to the opposition of the princes in the Holy Roman Empire itself, France would never allow him to gain such a large territory and authority. And his ally, Burgundy, would have been disgusted by his unbridled greed. And the city-states of northern Italy would have feared such a dictatorial monarch as themselves. Not to mention the Holy See, the Catholic clergy who see themselves to the extreme.

It is impossible to say that if one is not well manipulated, the rest of Europe will form a coalition against itself. When the time comes, the Mongol army will come again......

"Forget it, I don't want to do these things. Egir rubbed his swollen temples, for the midday sun was so scorching that even in the camp felt that it was not right - if it had been in the Grand Palace of Krakow, Egir would probably have had to have the ice from the cellar and fill the room, and a few dozen maids to fan him. However, there is no such condition for a while, so I can only endure it.

"What time is it?" asked Egil, turning to look at the little nun Maria, who was lying on the bed, also a little groggy from the heat.

"Hmm...... Twelve...... Very ......" Maria took out the pocket watch that Egil had asked her to keep, looked at it, and after saying this, she lay down on the bed again, not wanting to move.

"It's time. Hearing this, Egil sighed lightly, then patted Maria's little cheek lightly, and took back his pocket watch—and then heard a loud roar like a landslide outside the tent—and then the roar came and went. It's like the end of the world. Even though I didn't see it with my own eyes, I still felt the ground shake for a while.

"What, what's going on?!" At this moment, Mary couldn't sleep. Jumping up all of a sudden, he didn't care about the heat, and threw himself directly into Egil's arms. The little face turned white with fright.

"Peace of mind, it's okay. Egir took the opportunity to rub the oil and comforted the little nun with this: "It's our artillery unit that is attacking. It's not a big deal. Didn't you hear that when you were on the boat? It's safe here. It's okay. ”

"Yes...... Is that so?" heard Egil say this, and Maria's mood gradually calmed down. Egil steadied her a few more words and kissed her hard. After that, he packed his pocket watch and walked out.

"My lord, the firepower suppression offensive has begun. Looks like it's working pretty well. Guarding the door, completely ignoring the truth that "anyone who wears black in the desert is stupid", said Alpha, the captain of the Death Knight, who was still wearing a black coat and black armor.

"It seems, that's exactly what happened. Egil nodded yes. At this moment, in addition to the deafening sound of shelling, a little screaming could be heard in Egil's ears. Presumably from the infidels who had been shelled.

At the same time, on the sand dunes that Zhaohaier was holding onto. The general, who has always been known for his calmness, is already a little crazy at this moment.

"What the hell is this?!Can anyone tell me what this thing is?!"

The general's mental state seemed to have become a little abnormal after witnessing the horrific fact that a heavily armed Praetorian Guard infantry in heavy scale armor had been half lost by a cannonball.

However, no one wanted to answer his question for a while. The soldiers' original courage and devotion to Allah were all turned into scum in the face of the weapons of gunpowder across the ages. Just one round of artillery bombardment, a total of 50 artillery pieces, and one round of shelling, made the 50,000 troops under the command of Zhao Haier jump and be embarrassed!

"Well done - now, use other mechanical weapons to attack the enemy. Bring water over again and cool the barrel. "Seeing this round of shelling, the enemy hundreds of meters away was dealt a good blow. General Asami ordered so. At the same time, several musketeer guards beside her pulled out horns and conveyed orders to bombing positions in several other places.

The suffering of Zhaohaier's jihadist army has only just begun.