Huge Saracen arched windows.

A huge tapestry of the battle of Mongisa, where Renard led the knights to charge, was painted on linen with colored wool.

Spacious, translucent room.

Between the four load-bearing columns, a gauze tent is tied.

Frigila sat on a chaise longue with a bright red apple and nibbled on it.

Lothar sat on the other side, with a clear view of the garden below, with a babbling stream flowing from the fountain through the arched window.

Here, Renard's estate in Hebron.

The hall of the lord is just a change of name for the castle, and no matter how well it is built, it will not be more comfortable to live in than a manor mansion.

Andreas, the garment officer, was standing beside Lothar, listening to his orders.

"Do you understand the role of persuading the heretics to convert and convert to the first place of vow, and the converts are fanatical? In addition, it is for the sake of being famous. ”

"It's better to do it to the heretics than to be interpreted as wanting to centralize power, lest the vassals be in collusion with the local chiefs and tax collectors."

"In the end, the mission is a worthy achievement, which has benefited my reputation in the Catholic world, the reduction of religious taxes in my territory, and so on."

Lothar crossed her legs and explained in detail.

Andreas was a little puzzled: "But if we want to win over the Saracens and kill Hussein, won't it make the Saracens fear us?" ”

"Ha, who did the Egyptians build the pyramids for, not to mention that the treatment I gave was higher than those Saracen heads."

"Don't think of the infidels or the Saracens as monolithic, you have to know that the Kurds and the Turks are almost out of their heads, and the Bedouin tribesmen of your will not think that the Saute is their compatriots. ”

"Moreover, in order to avoid the situation you said, I also deliberately selected Hussein, a 'typical', rest assured, his death is greater than his contribution to the whole world in life."

"By the way, how are the public toilets built?"

Andreas said: "It's almost finished. ”

"Pamoder and his city guards informed everyone in Gaul, Germanic, Arabic, and Kurdish that they should no longer defecate at will, and in particular that it was forbidden to dump waste water such as feces into the river, and that the former was fined five copper coins, and the latter was ten."

Andreas nodded: "But what if the other party can't afford to pay the fine?" ”

Lothar pondered for a moment, and said, "Then let him be bare-bottomed, in full view of everyone, and be whipped ten times—just remember to spank, and the purpose of punishment is secondary, mainly to guide." ”

...

Jeanne casually looked at the spacious building in front of her, which was Hussein's mansion.

Hussars have blocked the entrances and exits of the entire village.

To avoid suspicion from the lords, Hussein's mansion, although spacious and luxurious, was not a fortified fortress-like building.

The veterans, or rather the elite of the city guards, waited in front of the mansion in a tight phalanx with large square shields emblazoned with the emblem of the double-headed eagle.

Fifty people, which happens to form a team of half a hundred.

"In your language, order Hussein to surrender immediately, and if he resists, no one will be left behind!"

A hussar shoves a robber who had been captured alive and told him to go and shout.

The doors of the mansion were closed, and there was no response.

"It seems that we are going to resist to the end."

Jeanne smiled: "Get ready for battle, soldiers!" ”

From the two forks in the village, there were shouts of killing.

The next moment, a group of serfs with dung forks and door panels in their hands rushed out, and they howled and rushed towards the remaining veterans, led by some soldiers in black scale armor.

On the rooftops on both sides, Saracens with bows and arrows also appeared.

"Tortoiseshell Formation!"

The centurion appointed by Moder exclaimed.

They immediately raised the square shields in their hands and formed an inseparable "phalanx", each of which was tightly patched together, revealing only their legs and heads.

The leader of the enemy, relying on the scale armor and wearing a layer of chain armor, directly hit the shield wall.

The short sword of the city guard stabbed the opponent without pain.

The soldiers in front talked loudly for a while, and immediately removed their shields, and the soldiers in the back row pulled the enemy leader in through the gap, and a moment later, the sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh sounded.

Someone shouted, "Cut off their exposed legs." ”

But it turned out to be a dumb move, and their weapons were difficult to kill the remaining veterans equipped with chainmail leggings.

And, when they leaned down to attack, the shield, which was supposed to be used for defense, would smash down from above and smash into their heads.

The tortoiseshell formation of the remaining veterans is simply a hybrid of a turtle and a hedgehog.

Although there were many enemies rushing up, they could not do any damage to the remaining veterans at all, and after fighting for so long, the enemy died on the ground, but the remaining veterans did not suffer any casualties.

Hussein, who was standing on the roof, had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Fuck, how is that possible!"

"Don't I know what these city guards are? Bad gamblers, prostitutes, liars, thieves, blackmailers... They just changed their equipment, and they were so powerful? ”

If he didn't know the whole thing about this city guard, how could he have the idea of taking the initiative?

"My lord, what shall we do now?"

"What should I do?"

Hussein's face was discouraged: "I can, I can only hold on." ”

Because he only plundered his brothers and Jewish merchants, his reputation was almost intriguing, where would anyone support him?

As for the vassals of Lothar, they naturally would not take such a big risk to support a pagan Haoqiang who only gave them many gifts every year.

"I can't hide if I want to."

Jeanne instructed the hussars to pursue the fleeing foes, and then raised the holy spear in his hand.

"Down, but with siege weapons."

The holy spear in Jeanne's hand began to condense infinite brilliance, even at noon, when the sun was at its hottest, it still gave people a dazzling feeling.

The next moment, accompanied by a loud bang.

The closed doors of the mansion were blasted open.

The centurion shouted: "Follow the eagle banner, charge with me!" ”

The tortoiseshell array dispersed, and the remaining veterans rushed into the mansion like a tidal wave.

The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of iron colliding, and screaming are endless.

Jeanne sat behind the "grapes" of the Akhal-Teke horse, looking a little bored: "It's really a boring battle, and it's not interesting before the bandit gangs are cleared." ”

The outcome of the battle was predestined from the beginning.

Lothar sent fifty veterans and twenty hussars, and this military force was used against a "landlord", which was like a cannon to fight mosquitoes.

But he didn't feel a loss.

Elite is to be trained.

It is also beneficial for them to experience more low-intensity battles to better accept the combat experience of the "retained veterans".