On the wide Gobi.

The robbers scattered in the ranks of the pilgrims were only startled when the hussars were about to rush to them.

"It's the winged knights!"

"These haunting brutes, retreat, we are no match for them!"

But when the time comes, how can it be too late?

Hans took the "cavalryman's spear" in his hand and led the way among the robbers, and in his hands the heavy weapon was wielded with deft as if it were made of dead wood.

Of all the robbers, none of them were the enemies of Hans.

The robbers were frightened: "Run, this guy is much more powerful than that Border Patrolman!" ”

The hussars were silent, chasing down the robbers like killing machines.

They were often a head shorter than the robbers who rode dromedones, but the robbers' condescending superiority was forcibly erased by their personal martial arts and equipment in front of the hussars.

Hussars, but capable of crushing the elite cavalry of the Mamluks head-on.

Moreover, their mounts are specially trained horses, and they are not frightened by the smell of camels.

Coupled with the explosive power of the war horse, it is far better than the dromedary, and it can't be beaten or run, and soon, the robbers are wiped out.

Hans came to Lothar's side and said respectfully, "My lord, all the robbers have been annihilated. ”

Lothar asked rhetorically, "Are there any alive?" ”

"Yes."

"Ulm, come here."

Ulm looked ashamed and walked from behind: "I'm sorry, my lord, but this is our rereliction of duty. ”

It is very difficult for the robbers to wipe out the bandits, because in this vast Gobi, as long as there is hidden water and supplies, no one is sure to catch a group of robbers who come and go like the wind.

Lothar snorted softly:

"It's good that you know. Now, go and torture them to find out their hiding nest, and if there are any accomplices left behind, take your patrol team to wipe them out. ”

"I see."

Lothar frowned and asked, "What's the point of what I'm talking about?" ”

After a little thought, Ulm said solemnly: "The point is to find out where they are hiding?" ”

Hans reminded in a low voice, "The focus is on the treasures of the hiding place. ”

Ulm suddenly said: "I understand, my lord! ”

Lothar coughed lightly: "Go and go back quickly, meet in the New Habsburgs tonight." ”

After clearing the battlefield, Lothar received the leader of the pilgrim procession, a Persian imam, said to be the largest fire-worshipping temple from Ctesiphon.

"I am sorry, noble elder, but it is my remiss to let you suffer such misfortune in my realm. But I promise you that the rest of your journey will be an easy one. ”

The imam, a white-robed ascetic, said with a humble face: "Thank you for your help, merciful lord, it is not your dereliction of duty, perhaps it is the Holy Fire that has given us the tempering on earth. ”

"It is precisely because of the difficulties we face that the pilgrimage is even more proof of our piety."

Lothar said noncommittally, "Honorable elder, I would like to hear about the situation in the East, such as the Khitan, Tatar, or more distant Song. ”

He already knew from the past caravans that the Khitans at this time had been expelled to the Western Regions, established the Western Liao State, and had fought several major battles with Sassanid Persia, and the two sides were victorious and defeated.

The imam was stunned for a moment, and said, "I'm sorry, merciful lord, I grew up in a temple since I was a child, and my understanding of the world is limited, so I'm afraid I can't give you a solution." ”

Lothar shook her head and said, "It's okay, I'm just curious." ”

Actually, it's not just curiosity.

In this era, the rise of the Tatars preceded Lothar's previous life, at least, and now their fame has spread to Jerusalem with the caravans.

This had to keep Lothar on the alert.

If the second whip of God in history is about to come so soon, the existing situation in the entire West Asia will be reshuffled.

Say goodbye to the procession of pilgrims.

Lothar looked back on a hillside where the pilgrims were collecting the bodies of their dead compatriots, piling them up next to a pile of firewood, dousing them with flammable oil and lighting a bonfire.

Black smoke rose into the sky.

…

It's almost evening.

Lothar's army had only recently reached Novohabsburg.

Before they could get closer, the knights and peasants opened their mouths wide and let out a burst of exclamations as if they had entered Constantinople.

"What kind of tree is this, so tall?"

"Is it an oak tree?"

In the desert, it is difficult to see an oak tree, which is huge enough to be 20 meters high.

Moreover, this is far from the limit of the tree of life.

For the Tree of Life, twenty meters tall is still in its infancy, and it must be at least thirty meters before it can be considered to have entered the youth stage, and the growth rate will gradually slow down.

With a flattering smile, Leonard hurried to Lothar's team.

"Your lord, your army's camp is ready, there is clean water and food, you have been on the road all day, you should hurry in and rest."

Lothar nodded, "How's the castle progressing?" ”

Leonard's face was embarrassed: "My lord, there are no suitable rocks nearby, and they have to be excavated from thirty miles away before being transported, so the construction period is delayed. ”

Lothar said angrily: "I'm not here to listen to your grievances. ”

Leonard hurriedly said: "In two more months, I promise that it will be completed in another two months." ”

Lothar lifted his horsewhip and patted him on the shoulder: "Take me to see, Leonard, if the progress is slower than I thought, be careful of the whip." ”

...

It's getting late.

Dark clouds obscured the moon and plunged all of Hebron into darkness.

And at this time, outside the castle in the middle of the city.

A group of black shadows were using hooks and ropes to throw them onto the three-meter-high outer wall, and then they quickly climbed over the wall and infiltrated the inner castle.

The remaining city guard sentry was easily bypassed by them.

Bang –

The faint sound of footsteps woke Baron Furk, who lived in the guest room, abruptly.

Vigilantly, he picked up the weapon hanging on the wall and slowly walked towards the window.

A glimpse.

Not far from the corner, he saw a sneaky figure, holding a weapon, looking around.

He just wanted to pick up his weapon and shout.

A low, magnetic male voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Guests can rest assured that we have been informed of the location of the rebels, and we ask that guests stay in their rooms to avoid unnecessary injuries."

Fulke was shocked into a cold sweat.

"Ah, it's Mr. Coors, what's wrong with you?"

"The way I appeared, it's really easy to frighten, but the situation is urgent, please don't blame."

Coors smiled politely and repeated, "Please stay in peace and don't go out." ”

Then, he pushed open the door and walked out.

Wait, push open the door?

So how did he get in?

Furk's heart, which had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly hung again.

As everyone knows, Kurs's face at this time is not good-looking, and in the dark, his face is as pale as a layer of powder.

If someone suddenly sees him, he will definitely think that he is an evil ghost from hell.

Although the truth is not much different.

When Coors reappeared, he was in Andreas's resting room.

Andreas was woken up from his sleep by Coors, and when he saw Coors standing by the bed, like a ghost, a layer of cold sweat broke out behind his whole body.

"It's you, Mr. Coors."

He let go of his reflexive grip on the weapon, got up from the bed, and said nervously, "Coming?" ”

Coors nodded slightly.

"They were even more breathless than adults expected."

Originally, Lothar had expected that no one would be ready to attack his castle until the day after they left, or the third day—he would have to discuss it with Zahn Aladdin.

Otherwise, what can you do if you just burn down his castle?