Today's new Habsburg looks like a big construction site.

Inside the city walls, wooden scaffolding, iron barrels filled with lime, and simply cut bricks were scattered around the half-built inner fort.

Stables, barns, bakeries, kitchens, tool shops, and the numerous modest houses that housed the builders of the city were built on the façade of the new Habsburgs.

Hebron's 400 peasant soldiers and 150 elite standing troops were gathering around the campfire, eating, and resting.

In the future, the new Habsburg was planned to be a large city in Lothar, but this did not prevent it from barely maintaining the role of a "military station" for the time being.

By the middle of the night.

Hussars, retained veterans and Varangian guards.

They got up from the hot beds with great agility and helped each other to put on their armor, tie their robes, bracers, shin guards, cloaks, and other equipment.

The neighing of pack animals woke up the peasants who were sleeping in a daze.

But they were immediately urged by their respective knights to close their eyes and sleep.

Their energy was limited, and the wear and tear of the day's march had to be replenished by night's sleep, and it was impossible to make a midnight raid like Hebron's elite standing army.

The temperature tonight is very low, and you can even clearly see the white mist spewing from the mouths and noses of humans and animals in the air.

Lothar wore a black cape emblazoned with a dragon's head and a plush neckline that wrapped her ears.

He was now sitting on a thick rhizome of the Tree of Life that protruded from the ground, reaching out and caressing it.

Under the rough touch, there is a sense of intimacy that seems to have been absent for a long time.

It was the Tree of Life transmitting its emotions to Lothar.

Due to the nourishment of the flesh and blood of the earthly dragon, it grows extremely fast, and in about a month, it will be able to enter the youth stage.

At that point, it will be able to serve as a barracks for training woodland shooters.

The lack of ranged forces has always been a problem in the puzzle of Lothar's army.

In the Crusaders in Jerusalem, crossbowmen, or crossbowmen, had always occupied a much higher proportion of long-range power.

In comparison, skilled archers are much rarer.

He also experienced it in Charles VII's mock battle.

The crossbowmen hired from Genoa were no match for the English longbowmen at all, and both the range and rate of fire were fiercely suppressed by the opponent.

As long as the woodland archer trained by the Tree of Life can be of the same level as the English longbowmen, it is enough to become an extremely important part of the army under his command.

"My lord, it's all packed, it's time for us to go."

Jeanne said suddenly.

Lothar glanced at the sky, nodded, and turned over his mount: "Moder, you stay here, and tomorrow morning, immediately go to Alandler." ”

Modell wondered, "Those siege engines and baggage? ”

"Of course we won't carry it, the pack animals have been taken away by us, how can we have the strength to carry them, you can leave on time and lead the troops into the city to clean up the mess."

One trick is fresh, eat all over the world.

No matter how many times the night attack is used, it is still the best choice to win the big with the small and the strong with the weak.

On this trip, he brought with him almost all the pack animals he carried, including the dromedary camels left behind by the robbers.

It was to temporarily transfer the remaining veterans to mounted infantry and increase their mobility.

The boring rush time is lackluster.

Along the way, there were no enemies such as sentinels.

The desert was empty, and there seemed to be no life left except for the scorpions crawling in and out of the skulls buried by the wind and sand.

It was about two hours, maybe a little longer, because they had to take care of the slower retention veterans.

In front of me, the outline of a fortress-like building finally appeared.

Beside the road, fields and orchards also began to grow.

In the courtyard, the canines barked sharply, attracting a pair of eyes peeking through the cracks in the windows.

The scout returned to report: "My lord, there is a monastery built outside the city, and if we go around it, we are only ten miles away from Alaindel. ”

"The Monastery..."

Lothar narrowed her eyes slightly, and could vaguely see the top of the monastery, where there was a statue of a dripping beak, or gargoyle, and a somewhat nondescript fire altar clustered in the middle.

Just as the Christians did not tear down the Zoroastrian minarets after the capture of Jerusalem, but instead evolved them into Christian bell towers.

The Saracens also did not tear down the fortified monastery, but erected an altar of sacred fire on top.

"Leave it alone, as long as you break Alaindere, this monastery will be broken sooner or later."

Lothar continued to give the order to march.

…

Alaindeler is not a fortified city, it is a transit hub like Montreal in Fort Hucalle, and therefore has fewer villages and inhabitants.

It's more like a town that is attached to the existence of Port Ella.

The horse team gradually approached the city gate.

Frigila quietly turned into a bat and flew over the city walls.

A moment later, there was a squeak.

The heavy iron-clad city gate slowly rose as the soldiers who were confused pushed the winch hard.

Immediately after, Hans and Jeanne, each leading an army in the form of foot combat, rushed towards the inner fort of the city of Auramdelre.

Hans's mounted cavalry spear and Jeanne's talent could increase the knight's combat effectiveness exponentially, which was very important in siege warfare and street fighting.

Then.

The sleepy-eyed defenders, sensing that something was wrong, began to shout, summoned their companions, and surrounded the city gate.

Among them, there were many soldiers wearing armor.

But before they could get ready, Hans rushed to the front, and with a dozen or so Varangian guards armed with two-handed axes, they cut down the oncoming enemy to the ground like wheat harvesting.

Before they came, they had been specially trained, and they opened their mouths and shouted in the language of the infidels: "Lay down your arms and stop resisting, or you will be killed." ”

The total number of defenders of Alain is about 500 people, and there are only more than 100 people scattered on this wall.

In the face of such a fierce offensive, a rout immediately began.

Zoroastrian teachings forbid the ringing of bells, and for a time, the news of the enemy's surprise attack did not have time to spread throughout the city.

Lothar sat in the rear, there was no intention of going forward to fight, and with Jeanne and Hans leading the army separately, he did not need to be involved in the command of the battlefield at all.

A moment later.

A Zoroastrian monk, guarded by two hussars, was brought to Lothar.

He showed his standard bald hair in the middle of his head and shouted in Germanic: "Father above, someone has come to our rescue!" ”

"You're the Count of Lothar, aren't you?"

Lothar looked at him noncommittally.

"Who are you?"

"My lord, I am Mewar, the bishop of Alaindere, and the reason why I am dressed like this is only to pretend to convert and confuse those infidel demons."

The Zoroastrian monk looked sad and kept drawing a cross on his chest: "For the sake of me keeping the monastery of Alandre, please don't tell me about it." ”

Lothar nodded politely, "Of course, noble Bishop Mewar, when Alaandler fell, he hid incognito in the city, and when we counterattacked Alandler, he heroically stood up to help until he died under the brutal attack of the enemy—what do you think of such an outcome?" ”

This. Isn't that right?

Mewar's eyes widened.

He subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and said very quickly: "Lord Earl, I know this city better than you, and it is more beneficial for you to master the Bishopric of Alain Deler if I am alive. ”

"Maybe you're right, but I don't need to."

Lothar waved her hand.

The next moment, the hussars, standing behind Mevar, raised their weapons and brushed them through his throat.