Alaindler.

Along the oasis, there are scattered manors and villages.

Herders drive their flocks over small hills.

The clear blue sky is cloudless.

It's a quiet and peaceful scene.

Old Hassan squatted on a col with a grazing camel next to him, and a babbling stream flowed through the ravine below, and the stream was so clear that it was a supreme treat to drink it all in one sip on this hot day.

As a water keeper, it is his duty to take care of the creek and not let the foolish herdsmen drive the sheep here to drink.

It's a drinking water canal!

Since the tribe migrated here, the life of the tribe has become much more prosperous.

At the very least, I can fill my stomach.

As long as you work, you can fill your stomach and even save some money to buy alcohol.

Nor will a large number of people lose their lives every year because of the struggle for water and pasture.

What kind of luxury did it seem to a nomadic tribe in the past?

He looked back at the end of the clear blue sky, an oak tree with a faint canopy.

This is a child of the Tree of Life, originally only a small branch, and after only a few months, it is already a giant tree that can be hugged by ten people, and Hassan, who once led his people across the entire Arabian Desert, was deeply shocked by this.

"Praise the Father, that under its shadow, even the desert will spring up."

Hassan Sr. drew a cross on his chest.

In the distance, a young rider on a dromedary came galloping forward, deftly leaping off his back and handing old Hassan a yellowed piece of paper with the seal of a two-headed eagle.

"Sheh (patriarch), King Saladin is about to fight the Crusaders, and a mobilization order has been sent to us, asking us to provide ten light riders who have their own mounts and are good at riding and shooting."

"That's all?"

Hassan Sr. was a little surprised.

In previous years, when he was under the command of Rauf the Impaler, in the event of war, at least half of the hundreds of adult males of the entire tribe had to be withdrawn, and additional livestock had to be turned in, arrows were made of feathers, and leather for shield skins.

"That's all!"

The young rider's face did not rise with sadness at the imminent pace of war, but a sense of eagerness.

Old Hassan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Thanks to my foresight, it must be because I led everyone to convert to the Cross Religion and showed sincerity that won us the Sayo people such treatment." ”

The young rider teased, "Haha, what kind of conversion are you, Sherch, there is still a holy fire flag hidden in the firewood room." ”

"You bastard, I'm not afraid of one day."

Old Hassan stopped talking.

His tribe was accustomed to nomadic life, and the local officials allowed them to continue to live as tribes, but his power as chief was greatly diluted, and there was a tribune who ruled over them.

is his superior of this part-time "water protector".

But in fact, it is a civilian official.

The Kurds were unable to put down their whips and pick up their hoes, and their knack for riding was often called up by local officials to carry out more auxiliary patrols to keep an eye out for the Bedouin nomads who came and went.

Old Hassan, who has worked hard for the tribe for most of his life, finally unloaded his burden, and at the same time, old Hassan couldn't help but feel a little lost: "What is written on this?" ”

The young rider sneered, "I don't know the words, it's the Franks themselves, and nine out of ten don't know the Frankish language." But it was the Ulm Patrol Officer who gave me this 'call-up order'. ”

"He said, it's a contract - it sets out the duties and obligations that we should perform for those of us who are called up accordingly, oh yes, and power, and the knight of Ulm said, and if we make a meritorious service, we may even be knighted!"

The young man's tanned face was full of excitement.

Old Hassan smiled: "If Lord Ulm said it, then there is really no need to question it. ”

Ulm once helped the elder Hassan recover the life-saving money of the clan, and it was also the nobles who helped them settle here when he led the tribe to migrate.

He didn't even take a penny from them in the process—this seemed so incredible to old Hassan, and indeed to the entire tribe.

They don't know what chivalry is, and they don't know what the Eight Virtues are, but even if they don't know its content, the image of Ulm is still the most perfect knightly image in the eyes of the Sayo tribesmen.

"Drem."

Old Hassan is up.

The young man, who was rarely called a big name, seemed a little cramped, and he had wandered outside, and he felt that he could talk to those knights and lords, and he was also a character, and when he was serious, he still had a kind of fear of a mouse seeing a cat.

"The battlefield is not child's play, it is completely different from being on patrol with you, dealing with a few Bedouin bandits, or drinking too much, and making an appointment with someone to fight in a group."

"Shech, I know."

Dreem muttered: "Those knights, as well as the regular army under the lord's command, are all wearing strong armor, even if they stand still, it will be okay to take a knife from me, and the only few sets of armor in our clan are about to be embroidered into iron lumps." ”

"But Sherch."

Dram raised his head, the expression on his face was extremely resolute: "I want to get ahead, the life here is what we dream of, and if the Sayo wants to gain a foothold here, someone must get ahead." ”

"Not everyone is as noble as the knights of Ulm, and I don't want to run into a greedy official or lord riding on our head one day."

Old Hassan looked at the solemnity in the young man's eyes, and spat out: "Don't play with Lao Tzu here, aren't you rabbit cubs just thinking about my armor?" ”

Dreem was stunned for a moment and sneered, "You see that? ”

Old Hassan snorted coldly: "You little goat, you dare to play tricks in front of the old jackal, and accompany me here to finish this shift." ”

"Okay."

Dreem readily agreed.

"Sheikh, did you promise me?"

"Phew, that is, Moody and the others died halfway through, otherwise how can my set of armor be your turn to worry about this little cub?"

Old Hassan was a little sad, he originally had a son, but on the way to escape from Rauf's territory, he was killed by his pursuers - both of them died, even if Saladin was of Kurdish origin, it did not affect these Bedouin lords not to treat them as outsiders at all.

Drem said without hesitation: "Dad, from today onwards, you are my father." ”

"Get out."

Old Hassan scolded: "Bastard, you go to your father, don't blindly climb relatives, after guarding this shift, go home with me to get the armor, remember, you must bring me back untouched." ”

Dem was stunned: "Dad, can your armor still be compared to the knights of Ulm?" His armor, when stabbed by a Bedouin robber, will leave a mark. I'm afraid that if I come a few more times, it will fall apart directly. ”

Old Hassan was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Fart, Lao Tzu's armor, I don't know how many lives I saved, you still dislike it, get out, Lao Tzu won't borrow it." ”