Leonard, who was sitting in the carriage, looked around with some uneasiness.

The temperature drops quickly.

After the desert has released all the temperature, the temperature here has dropped to the point where you want to be wrapped in a sheepskin blanket.

And the hussars did exactly that.

Their equipment included a leopard, wolf, or bearskin cloak to be draped over their armor.

Ulm held his bearskin cloak and tried to offer it to Lothar, but he refused.

He wasn't afraid of the cold.

With the mastery of blood magic, he is no longer as simple as an ordinary person.

A gust of wind blew.

The yellow sand was taken away, revealing a corpse lying on its back on the ground with only white bones left underneath.

As Leonard drove the carriage, he freed his hands and grasped the silver cross he wore on his chest.

"Heavenly Father, please bless us from encountering those bandits, only six of us have combat effectiveness, no, it should be five, I am too old to hold a sword."

"Moreover, the three brightly dressed cavalrymen of Ulm were no more than a bunch of infantry before, and they could not be the match of those damned infidels."

Thinking of this, Leonard's expression became more and more desperate.

He began to regret why he had done his job of escorting the carriage in place of his five sergeants.

"Leonard, have you been to Cahlerburg?"

From his own lord, some high-minded voices came.

"Yes, yes, sir."

Looking at Leonard, who couldn't even speak because he was nervous, Lothar felt a little funny.

Leonard was a timid man, there's no doubt about that.

But in order to prevent Lothar from holding the five soldiers who lost their money with him accountable, he still stood up at this time.

It can only be said that human nature is always complicated.

Leonard recalled: "Kahler Fort was a majestic castle, and it was in tatters... Oh no, but it was hard to compare with the Earl of Renard, and the garrison was strong, and the walls were full of towers and stone shooters, and it would take ten times as many troops to take it. ”

Lothar chuckled: "Indeed, Calleburg, as the core of the Earldom of Renard, must be very well guarded, after all, he has offended Saladin so much, and Calleburg is on the eastern frontier of the kingdom. ”

"The Earl of Raynard's domain is not far from Yogrisburg, but his territory is rich and fertile, rich in salt and war horses, while my territory is so deserted that even caravans will not visit it."

Similar to the siphon effect.

The little development potential left in the territory of Yogrisburg was sucked away by the county of Renard.

"My lord, you are the son of God, and you don't have to dwell on the barren land of Jogrusburg, sooner or later you will get a more fertile fief, and your status is by no means comparable to that of Count Renard."

Leonard said flatteringly.

"I said, don't use that name on me again."

Lothar's tone paused slightly, and then he said, "But you are right about one thing, the pace of war is imminent, and it no longer matters whether the fief is fertile or not. ”

The fiefdom of Jörügrusburg, for him, was nothing more than a springboard, a springboard to increase his own strength.

In the future, it is likely that Jörügrysborg will be only an insignificant part of his many domains and titles.

If it weren't for the fact that the hussar barracks and the lord's hall were located here, he would have even preferred to divide it among the lower lords who were loyal to him.

Lothar suddenly raised her head and watched the falcon above her head gradually fall into the distance.

He raised his hand and signaled: "Prepare for battle, the enemy is already very close." ”

Rolling yellow sand soon appeared on the horizon.

Ulm clenched his rifle with some excitement, and he looked at his companion, and then at the cavalry commander standing in front of him, Knight Hans.

It was obviously the first time he went to the battlefield, but he was not nervous at all.

He lifted up a hand, drew a cross in front of him, looked back at Lothar, and whispered, "Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, and so it is today, Amen!" ”

The people of Jogrusburg still stubbornly believe that Lothar is the Son, different from the Father, but the nature of God is unity, that is, the Trinity.

Lothar put on his chainmail shirt and cold barrel helmet, he glanced at Prajna and Fringira and smiled, "Follow me." ”

Immediately, he took the lead in turning his horse and went up.

He led his cavalry on a small hill and took the lead in occupying the favorable terrain.

The desert bandits are becoming clearer.

It was a Zoroastrian dressed in a gray white robe and a turban.

They were dressed in a distinctly Bedouin style, riding Arabian horses and dromedary camels, and were equipped with a variety of weapons, straight swords, scimitars, bows and arrows, and round shields.

The leader of the robbers was a man with a striking scar on his face, running from left to right, running his entire face, with a thick black beard.

On his shoulders, on the thick leather cushion, an eagle of a divine steed was standing proudly.

Lothar urged his mount and slowly stepped forward.

He pressed his right hand on his left shoulder and said in Kurdish: "Thank you for showing mercy to my soldiers, can you tell me your name?" ”

Leonard, who was driving, was still behind at the moment, and he didn't realize that the Holy Son in his mind actually made a pagan gesture to worship the holy fire!

The hussars, on the other hand, turned a blind eye to this.

The leader of the robbers was a little surprised, and then he also reached out and pressed his left shoulder: "It's really surprising that you can actually speak Kurdish and make our gestures?" ”

Lothar's voice came from under the barrel helmet: "This is because I fought alongside a great Kurdish knight. ”

"Is it Saladin?"

"Of course not."

The bandit leader gave Lothar a deep look and said, "I am Aboud, the chief of the Bilbut clan, and the leader of this group of raiders. ”

"I am Lothar von Habsburg, lord of Jogrüsburg, and it is unjust for you and your men to plunder the wealth I bought him for horses."

Abd glanced at his subordinates and couldn't help laughing: "Lord of Lothar, we Bedouins have never paid attention to benevolence and righteousness, and wealth only belongs to the strong. ”

Under the barrel helmet, Aboud and the Bedouin robbers failed to see the sneer on Lothar's face.

"I thank you for the release of my soldiers, and if you are willing to return my wealth, I will forgive you for your sins and allow you to settle in my land."

The robbers burst into laughter.

"This man can't be a fool, right?"

"Not only did we rob you of your wealth, but we also robbed you a second time!"

Abd subconsciously felt a little panicked, and he said, "Leave me this cart of your goods, and I will invite you to drink the water I brought." ”

In Zoroastrian teachings, inviting the other person to drink water is an oath to the sacred fire that there will be no threat to the person's personal safety.

"Your Excellency!"

Someone whispered: "The armor on them is also valuable." ”

Aboud said angrily: "Shut up! It's up to me! ”

Lothar sighed lightly: "I'm sorry, Abbud, my bottom line can't be crossed, since I can't talk, I have to fight." ”

The enemy was outnumbered, almost five times as numerous as theirs.

But Lothar was not worried about how to defeat them, but because it would be difficult to defeat them all in this empty grassland.

"It's a pity."

Aboud raised a hand, and the Bedouin robbers, who had already bent their bows and arrows, immediately shot the arrows in their hands.

Lothar and they occupy the high ground, and Aboud will never be the first to charge.

But Lothar had no intention of taking advantage of the terrain, so he turned his horse back into the ranks, raised his spear, and shouted: "Hussars, charge with me!" ”

The next moment, the cavalrymen, with wings on their backs, let out a roar and followed Lothar down the hillside like a fly.