At that time, the smoke and dust were billowing above the desert, on one side was the overlord who had crisscrossed the desert for decades, and on the other side was the emperor of the snowy grassland. (Novel.com!. a.) The soldiers on both sides will be heavily guarded. The sword is unsheathed, the arrow is on the string, and the gun is clenched. Just wait for the two lords to give an order, and then come forward to fight!

However, at this moment, neither side of the monarch had the intention of making a move. Egil didn't wake up from a hangover, his brain ached for a while, and he was not in a state. Saladin, on the other side, was also very cautious. On the other side, the Norman knights had a white and black coat of arms wrapped around their armor. However, the shoulder armor, arm armor, and shin armor can still be seen in the exposed areas. In the hot environment, although the Arab soldiers did not make too much noise, they still coughed and snorted in a round of whispers. On the other side, however, the Norman army was nowhere to be seen. The knights were as if they were made of cast iron, and their bodies did not move at all. Saladin couldn't help but sigh secretly: "There is no vanity under fame." The strength of the Norman army can be seen today. ”

As Saladin looked at Egil, he was also looking at Saladin—the Casaji guards opposite, the Mamluk heavy cavalry and archers. Egil was not eye-catching. He secretly commented in his heart: "The best ones are about the same strength as the Greek ironclad paladiers." However, the number is much less. And those general...... It's just average. One of my Norman knights can beat both of them. ”

What really caught Egil's attention was Saladin. Saladin, now in his fifties. This man with a wrinkled face and gray hair, but with bright and sharp eyes like a falcon. Although he has passed the peak moment of his life, his wisdom and experience are increasing day by day. Intuition told Egil that the man was extremely dangerous—and Saladin's attributes were clearly visible on the system interface. A total of ten points of domination, eighteen points of virtue and eighteen points of prestige. and King of Cavalry (+3 Cavalry Dominance), Siege Master (+3 Siege Dominion), Outstanding Saintace (+3 Christians), and Crusader Aversion (+2 Crusade Dominion). Such terrifying attributes also confirmed Egil's guess.

In addition, the most distinctive thing about Saladin is that his management ability is also as high as eight points. Far more than most of the kings Egir was familiar with—those with muscles in their heads, perhaps very good at war, perhaps familiar with politics and intrigue. Even the guys who can memorize the Bible backwards - a bunch of scum who don't know how to govern the country. Saladin was different from them, and Saladin knew what a nation needed - army, wealth, land, population?

No, these are important, but they are not the most basic things that will allow a country to develop well in the long run.

What can make the country develop in a long-term and healthy way is the system and the law. For a long time, Egil felt that he was the only one among the monarchs of the continent who understood this. However, he didn't expect to meet someone today who also knew this.

"Such a person...... Damn it. Egil looked at Saladin coldly, not saying a word. At the same time, the conclusion was made: "The army of Egypt is not worth mentioning." In the case of equal numbers, or even slight inferiority, the Norman army was like chopping melons and vegetables against these people. Don't worry about it at all. But the Egyptian caliphate was a difficult character. ”

At this moment, Saladin on the other side spoke. Although he does not speak the Norman language that is popular in continental Europe today. But in Latin, the words are correct and round. as a legacy of the Roman Empire. In order to study the writings and learning left behind by the Roman Empire, today's scholars, as well as the Catholic clergy, who call Latin "the power of the gods". As well as the high nobility, they would learn this language as a second language. Therefore, it is indeed very appropriate for Saladin to use Latin to converse at such times. ...,

And using Latin to converse is not as difficult as Egil is now. At this moment, in addition to the old Norse Danish, Old English, French, Germanic and Norman, Finnish and Italian, the languages used in the language, Egil did exchange Latin, and it was advanced.

"So, you're Saladin?" Egiltsey stepped forward, standing out from the army. He shouted at Saladin - a distance of an arrow and a half. If you don't shout, you can't hear it clearly.

On this side, Saladin used an honorific title to address Egil, while on the other side, Egil called Saladin a contemptuous title. Then the Arabs were a little out of the way. One by one, shouting insults and brandishing blades to intimidate. There were even a few who were eager to come forward and capture or kill the Norman Emperor. Make a name for yourself.

However, all of these things were stopped by Saladin. The King of the Desert raised his hand slightly, and immediately after, the countless soldiers behind him immediately became silent.

"I have heard that war is inevitable in all cases, except that a wise man respects his enemies. And the fool will only keep insulting. After reading it today, I realized that this is true. Saladin continued.

"I am not disrespectful to my enemies. And you, the enemy, don't seem to respect me—you and I are a stone's throw away. It's not convenient to speak. You have come to me, but you are so insincere. How can you say respect?"

Hearing Egil say this, the surrounding Norman knights shouted in unison. This time, it was Saladin's turn to be a little unable to step down—he naturally couldn't say: Norman longbowmen are famous all over the world, and you, Egil, are experts at cold arrows. Labor and management are afraid to get closer, and there will be no place for labor and management to cry when the time comes......

After a moment's thought, Egil understood what Saladin was thinking. He snorted lightly, then shook his cloak and stepped forward.

"Here I am—Saladin, do you dare to step forward?!" Egil shouted to Saladin across the street.

"Why don't you dare?!" Saladin on the other side felt a little relieved when he saw Egil do this. Then he shouted, and the same horses stepped forward—and the two men stopped when they were ten paces apart. Looking at each other and smiling, this is the official meeting.

"Egil Skadergrímsson. ”

"Saladin Yusuf Ayyub. ”

After re-announcing the names, Saladin asked, "So, honorable Norman Emperor, what are you here for?"

"For the sake of the Holy Land. Egil replied, "Although my purpose is many. But the most straightforward answer is indeed this one. The city where you live now. A city guarded by hundreds of thousands of Arab soldiers. All I want now is to conquer the city. ”

"Good answer. Saladin didn't expect Egil to say such a thing. Not glory, not faith, not justice, not wealth - not these abstract, refutable reasons. It's practical, but a neutral word that encompasses all of the above. Jerusalem.

"I've heard of the Norman Emperor's eloquence, and it seems so......" Saladin prepared a long list of words about justice and justice, choked back by Egil's answer. I just feel sick to death in my stomach. However, it also reminded him that he must be more cautious in this regard. The benefits of the tongue are not used well, but they will hurt themselves.

"Thank you for the compliment. Egil nodded, and then asked, "But you didn't invite me here to ask me such a boring question, did you?" ”

"No, that's not what I thought. Saladin shook his head, "I just wanted to tell you. You crusader invaders - this is the holy desert, the territory of our Muslims. You have come from afar, and you are weary. And what you end up here with nothing but death and shame to reap here. If you are as smart as you say, then you should give up this war. Return to your own territory. It's good for both of us. ”...,

"Huh, is there something wrong with my ears?" Egir chuckled, "This is not like the words of a man who has been defeated repeatedly. In the Mediterranean, on the land of Syria - both on land and on the sea. I have defeated your army more than once. Just last night. The hussars under my command also bring death and terror to you. You're the one who really gets the shame. And not me. ”

"Do you really think so?" Saladin chuckled, "or maybe you were lucky enough to have some victories before that." But you know, those are insignificant. There is no practical point. ”

"Is that so?" said Egil chuckling, then lowering his voice in a volume that only the two of them could hear, "If that were the case, I wouldn't see you today, Great Desert King." ”

"What—did he even guess what I was trying to do?!" Saladin felt a chill all he felt when he heard Egil say this. For a while, I didn't know how to answer.

And Egil looked at himself with a remark from his heart. clicked through Saladin's vital point, and couldn't help laughing. Although the generals of the two countries around him didn't know what the two sides were talking about, Egil smiled so happily when he saw Saladin silent. Naturally, it was understood that it was the Norman emperor who had the upper hand. The Crusaders rejoiced, while the Arabs were even more depressed.

"You, by virtue of your weapons and armor - you may think your weapons are very powerful. But in fact, these things of you are not worth mentioning in the eyes of wise Muslims!" Saladin was frustrated and reluctant. So I changed the topic and said this......

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