When the gates were breached, when the Crusaders swarmed in excitedly, the whole of Jerusalem, the entire Fatimid dynasty of Egypt, and even the entire Arab nation, the entire Islamic world, were defeated. Press Ctrl+D to quickly bookmark "Please see the novel"

The end has come.

The influx of rude soldiers slashed and slashed, knocking the sacred relics of the Islamic soldiers, the Prophet Muhammad, to the ground, and then stepping on them, breaking them in half, or throwing them into the fire and burning them completely. The Muslim soldiers were crying frantically as they wanted to recapture the things and drive the Crusaders out of the city again. The two sides blocked the gates of the city and engaged in fierce fighting. The Crusaders charged desperately, while the Muslim shield spearmen formed a strong line to defend it, however, as the gap in the gates grew wider and wider, more and more troops poured in, and the Muslim soldiers gradually became somewhat overwhelmed.

"The one who gets Saladin's head is the Prince of Jerusalem canonized by the Norman Emperor!" shouted the Norman officers again. Reinvigorate the soldiers who had been a little slack. Continue to launch a fierce offensive. On the other hand, after hearing this, Chauhair was slightly angry--that it was the bargaining chip that Egil had given him! He did what Egil said, and helped Egil get Jerusalem. Therefore, he should be the Prince of Jerusalem!

At this moment, Zhao Haier completely forgot what he thought before, and wanted to bargain with Egil, waiting for the price and selling something. Even in the end, he carried out the mission, and he did it because he was forced by Egil to have no choice. He only remembered Egil's treachery and ignored what he had done. While muttering to himself, "How can a person who does great things be ungrateful?" while ignoring his identity as an anti-bone boy.

But none of that matters. The city of Jerusalem is broken, and then there is nothing to do with him. Wait until the Norman spies report on his performance during this period, let alone the Prince of Jerusalem. Whether Egil spares his life or not is another matter. As he thought, no, maybe a little more serious than he thought. Egil hasn't been in a good mood lately. The tyranny index is definitely a bit higher than normal......

"No matter what—in that case, then cut off Saladin's head!"

At this moment, Zhao Haier also figured it out - let him reason with Egil and discuss topics such as being honest, that would definitely be looking for death. In this case, for the sake of fame and fortune, for the sake of great piety, I can only take Saladin's head!!

Zhaohaier came to his senses, then beckoned his men and rushed towards the head of the city where Saladin was.

However, like him, there are many people who dream of getting ahead. Soldiers, knights, and nobles from the nations of Europe wanted to exchange Saladin's head for the glory and wealth of the rest of their lives. Zhaohaier has many competitors unsurprisingly. Moreover, his appearance and dress are also easy for people to misunderstand.

Many Crusader soldiers who did not know about Egil's plan, or who knew about it, but simply pretended not to know, launched an attack on Zhaohaier. made Zhao Haier very passive. At first, he thought about the other party to explain loudly that he had abandoned the darkness and became a subordinate of the Norman Emperor, but he ignored the problem that he and his subordinates could only speak Arabic, and the vast majority of the crusaders were Europa. So......

"Vaguely, I seem to have forgotten something...... "At this moment, I saw that the battle situation had developed in my favor. Egir chuckled and got out of the car, surrounded by a group of Norman knights, ready to enter the city of Jerusalem. And at this moment, he vaguely remembered something. But I can't remember it clearly. ...,

"Forget it, since I can't remember, it's not an important thing. Egil chuckled and stepped onto his horse. Toward Jerusalem.

"Damn, am I going to die here?!" Zhao Haier shouted angrily, he was not reconciled. I thought it was time for me to run. didn't expect that he would die in such an dishonorable way in the end. It's so ironic!

At this moment, Zhao Haier, as well as the dozens of entourage soldiers around him, no longer dared to attack the well-guarded Saladin's location. They stopped, gathered back to back, forming a small semicircular array, struggling to survive the Crusader soldiers' attacks. And a small number of scattered Arab soldiers, for unknown reasons, also approached them - there was no room for factional strife. To take a step back is to die. Therefore, Zhao Haier and his subordinates did not attack these Arab soldiers who took the initiative to come over. This, of course, also gave the crusaders an excuse to attack him.

"That, isn't that Zhaohaier? Why did he attack the Crusaders?

At this moment, there were also some Norman battlefield assassins who knew the inside story, and saw the battle between Zhao Haier and the Crusaders. However, they didn't have a good impression of Zhao Haier, and they didn't solve the siege for Zhao Haier in the first place. Instead, the situation was reported directly to Emperor Egil.

His Majesty the Emperor, under the protection of tens of thousands of crusaders, successfully ascended to the head of Jerusalem. Dressed in shining armor and looking like a celestial, the emperor looked at the sword, squinted his eyes and pointed ahead, and said a word of truth, as well as nonsense.

"This is Jerusalem?"

"Yes, Lord, Jerusalem, the kingdom of heaven on earth that the Lord promised. Next to Egil, the knights replied.

"Not powerful, God. Egil looked at the smoke and devastation, and the corners of his mouth grinned, and he almost said such a sentence. Of course, in the end, before the words were spoken, it turned into a soft voice: "Filth." ”

Indeed, while it is indeed a kingdom of heaven on earth, it is a kingdom of heaven tainted by the pagans. This is what you have to carry, Your Majesty, to purify with the flame of God. Someone next to Egil said.

At that time, the Norman emperor was stunned - many of his knightly subordinates were either able to write or be good at martial arts. It's all amateurish. I really can't imagine that there are such sycophants around me -- I will have to promote them well later, and what emperor can't have a few sycophans around him? The emperor is in a pretty good mood at this moment, and everything is pleasing to the eye. So I think about it. Of course, that doesn't mean that guy is going to have good luck. When Egil got angry, the surrounding civil servants and generals who were of serious use naturally couldn't be easily killed. Such a dispensable guy will most likely become his punching bag.

In fact, before this, there were indeed a few legendary courtiers around Egil, and they all died like this in the end. It's a high-risk occupation.

However, when the Emperor turned around and saw the high-ranking fellow, he was in no good mood - he saw that the one standing next to him, smiling like a thousand trumpet flowers, was Eggier's enemy, King Philip IV of France.

"Heh, hehe...... That's a big deal. If it weren't for you, without the cooperation of all the kingdoms, how could I have accomplished such a feat?" Although he wanted to pull out his sword and stab him, he still smiled on the surface, as if he had a good relationship with Philip IV. Egil chuckled and patted Philip on the shoulder, then turned his head and pulled out his binoculars to look left and right, and soon spotted Saladin, who was still fighting with the sword of the Prophet Muhammad, guarded by hundreds of elite armored spearmen and Egyptian Praetorian Guards. ...,

"Not dead yet. It's a fate...... But what is he still holding onto? At this moment, he will either retreat into the city and continue to resist by relying on the city's terrain. Or simply abandon everything and break out with his henchmen to the Arabian Peninsula - he is here to die, does he really want to die?"

In fact, it is not much different from what Egil said, at this moment Saladin saw the destruction of Jerusalem, and then thought of the news he got before, Egypt and Syria were not guaranteed, and this time the Palestinian area was also lost. The entire Fatimid dynasty was near extinct. The king of the desert suddenly felt like he was in despair. He has been fighting for half his life, expanding his territory, and being prosperous and rich, but in the end, he has disappeared......

At that time, Saladin was in a hurry, holding the sword of the Prophet Mu high in his left hand, and brandishing the scimitar wildly in his right hand, looking like a wild beast that chooses people and devours people, as if he wants to die here.

"Really...... I really didn't want you to die here......" Despite Saladin's desperate appearance. A group of Arab soldiers next to him were also red-eyed. However, the general trend is that this group of Arab soldiers is like a boat under a huge wave, and it is about to capsize in the blink of an eye!

Egil sighed secretly in his heart, but it was not for the dismal end of a generation of heroes. But he didn't want to fulfill his previous promise -- to give him the title of Prince of Jerusalem if he cut Saladin?!What a joke?!Did not do business like this. What's more, Egil also wanted to drive him to Babylon, so that he could be a shield for himself in the Mongol invasion of the west.

However, looking at this form, Saladin seems to be difficult not to die. And all Egil could do now was pray in secret that an idiot of low ability, who would be at his mercy, would cut Saladin so that he could become his puppet - just then, a figure suddenly flashed through the crowd, and then a beastly roar was heard, in full view of everyone, under the protection of hundreds of elite Arab soldiers, and Saladin's head was gone!

"What the hell is going on?!" next to Egil, Philip IV closed his mouth in surprise and turned his head, only to see Egil, who had good eyesight, furrowed his eyebrows......

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