In the end, Drem got his wish and got his wish to get the "treasure armor" of the elder Hassan.

It was a set of Ghulam cavalry armor with interlocking iron cables and anti-rust grease on it.

He spread the disassembled pieces on the table and looked at them carefully, looking like they were well maintained, but they were too old, and the rings were too large to be as fine as delicate chain mail.

On some of the broken lock rings, you can see obvious traces of reforge, and the craftsmanship is not very good, I think it is a blacksmith who repairs, and the level is very average.

But Drem was still overjoyed, not just as a suit of armor, but as a status symbol.

For the nomads with expensive iron tools, the nomadic nobility who can wear armor is definitely the nomadic aristocracy, even if it is a crusader, only the more wealthy sergeant class can wear armor, and the low-level soldiers can wear a robe at most.

"Daddy, help me put it on."

Drem said to his own father with some excitement.

As a conscription with his own equipment, what kind of equipment he brings often determines his career, although Lothar is now considered a big business, but after some expansion of the arsenal, it can be regarded as empty enough to allow mice to run away.

The newly created plate armor had to be sold in Jerusalem to generate revenue, and the needs of the Imperial Knights were to be prioritized, and the individual crude cuirasses had to be allocated to the standing army and the local guards.

Therefore, for a levy like Drem, the Hebron court temporarily led by Curus could not be responsible for meeting his equipment needs, at most issuing a spear and a shield without skin for those who were bare-handed.

Daddy helped Dram put on his armor and looked his son up and down, and couldn't help but feel a little emotion on his face: "It looks like a real cavalryman - but don't be too complacent, compared to those murderous Mamluks, you are a rookie, and you have to put your life first." ”

Durham nodded and said: "I know, I plan to talk to Lord Ulm, if he wants, I want to be his banner-bearer, it will definitely be much safer than going directly to the battlefield, and it is more likely to be favored by Lord Ulm and be his squire cavalry." ”

"Lord Ulm is trustworthy."

Daddy was silent for a while, and then stopped talking—there was nothing more worth admonishing, after all, how could it not be dangerous to go to war?

Being a light rider is always easier to escape than spear-wielding infantry, when the battle is unfavorable.

Durham soothed: "Don't worry, Dad, don't you know my riding skills, if I really want to lose the battle, I will definitely run faster than anyone else." ”

Daddy pondered for a moment, as a nomad with little knowledge, he had fought wolves and robbers, but it was still too far from the real war.

"Tomorrow remember to go to your friends and unite them, lions are also afraid of herds of hyenas, everyone is a clan, on the battlefield, only you can be trusted with each other."

"Dad, don't worry, since the death of several brothers, everyone now listens to me."

He put on a covered chain mail helmet, revealing only a pair of eyes: "Hmm~ I'm a little out of breath, this set of things is really heavy, Mom, make me a set of leather shoulder pads." ”

The loving woman on the side smiled and replied, "Well, there is a little sheepskin in the storehouse, which your father bought from the cobbler the day before yesterday, and I will make it for you with an oil lamp later, and you will get it tomorrow morning." ”

Daddy said on the side: "Take it off, has Schech taught you how to take care of it?" This iron thing can't be washed with water, can it? ”

"Of course, this thing has to be washed with sand - very fine, rubbed carefully, and oiled every time it is washed, and it will be bad if it rains, but luckily we have rain here that is as rare as a pretty girl."

Daddy chirped, "You stinky boy who is neither big nor small." ”

…

Early the next morning, Drem set out on his way to the city of Alaindeler with a carefully selected group of ten friends.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he was riding on the back of a camel, and he felt that the pedestrians on the road looked at him differently.

Some of the nomads who drove the flocks would even make way for him in fear, calling him "master", a group of uninformed countrymen.

How can I be considered a master?

Only the kind of Lord Ulm, who is qualified to wear a knight with his own coat of arms on silver plate armor, is eligible to be called a master!

I'm going to be a knight too!

When he reached Alaindeler, he couldn't help but slow down, and whispered: "Don't provoke those who are dressed in tatters, they are probably so-called ascetics, and if you provoke them, the guards will throw you into the water prison and drown." ”

Even if his heart was a little drifting, Drem still knew very well that this was the territory of the Franks, but the lord was more enlightened.

The friends nodded their heads, looking at the city they had never set foot in before with the eyes of Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden—among these people, only Derim had been here.

In front of him, a group of knights wearing cross robes and plate armor came to him, and he hurriedly led his friends to get out of the way, these people were all apologists of the Order of St. Lazarus, well-equipped and skilled in martial arts.

"When will we be like them?"

A little friend let out a sigh of envy.

Drem looked at everyone's eyes, and he laughed: "That's not good, these are the kind of knights of the Order, who can never get married, Senmut, if you dare to become a priest, your mother will definitely kill you." ”

Everyone burst into laughter, and the original tense and cowardly atmosphere gradually disappeared.

"If we want to be real knights like Lord Ulm, we can have our own estates, and we are no different from lords." When the time comes, maybe your father will have to bow to you when he sees you. ”

In fact, there is still a difference between the knights and lords of the Outer Jordanian Border Lord.

Ulm was a Patrolman and Local Guard appointed by Lothar, and he had no ownership of the land, only the right to administer it.

It's just that ordinary people don't know the inside story.

Step into the expansive town hall.

The first thing Drem saw was Ulm sitting at his desk, arranging his papers, wearing a floppy hat with goose feathers on it.

"Lord Ulm!"

"Little Dreem?"

Ulm, who was sitting at the table, raised his head in surprise and looked at the young man with a smug face: "Old Hassan is willing to pass on his precious armor to you?" ”

"yes, it's useless for Shech to keep it."

"Well, all the people required for the conscription order are here, right?"

"They were waiting outside the door, ten men, no small of them, and all young lads, skilled in horsemanship, able to shoot bows and arrows on the back of a hunchback, and we had all fought against the regular army of Rauf."

There was moisture in Dreem's words, and although Rauf's soldiers were not very elite, it was easy and normal to exterminate a group of nomads.

But Ulm knew that the tribe of the old Hassan was indeed pursued by Rauf's troops on the way to migration, and the two sides should have fought for a short time, which was always fine, which was much better than half of the recruits.

"Well done."

"Hehe, my lord, do you think I'm qualified to be a cavalry captain now?"

Ulm pondered for a moment: "Dreem, you are a very clever young man, and since you have accepted the conscription and assumed your armor, I am also happy to grant you the duties of captain of the cavalry, and you will rule over your people. ”

"Thank you, sir!"

Dreem's face was full of surprise.

Ulm shook his head and said, "Don't be too happy, the Archon of Coors has recruited you to be a pathfinder. ”

"It's easier to get merit than being a normal soldier, but it's also much more dangerous, you know, it's a pathfinder scout with the Saracens in control of the skies, and it's easy to become a ghost in the claws of those falcons."

Drem was slightly stunned.

This is a real problem.

"Don't worry, my lord, although the Saracens are also nomadic, they are still far from us Kurds, and I know a little bit about falconry alone, but I don't have the blood of eagle whisperers."

Ulm's eyes lit up: "Oh? How are you going to deal with the falcon? ”

"These beasts are big and eat a lot of meat in one meal, so it won't take long for them to fly back to eat, and they can't hover over our heads forever," said Draem confidently. ”

"But Saladin was known for his wealth, and feeding a few dozen falcons was not a problem for him at all."

Ulm sighed, feeling that he was also sick and rushed to the doctor.

The falconer team formed by Müller only had three falcons, and it was no different from Saladin's army when it ran into it, and it was not easy to win this battle under the premise of losing air supremacy.

"Alright, Dreem, get ready to go to the boot camp in Hebron, you speak good Franconian and should be on your way."

Dreem stammered, "My lord, am I not following you?" ”

Ulm said: "Dreem, everyone must obey the unified command in wartime, and I am the same as you, once the war breaks out, I am just an ordinary cavalryman, and I must obey the orders of my superiors." ”

If it was Lane, an infantry officer like Meddle, he would definitely continue to serve as an officer in wartime.

But the cavalry commander had Lothar, Jeanne and Hans there, and it was not Ulm's turn to lead the army alone.

He got up, straightened his dress for Drem, and admonished, "Train well, the boot camp will be the place where you will be reborn and become a truly qualified cavalryman, and that is the foundation for you to save your life in this battle." ”

Hebron's boot camp has such a unique magic, every recruit who comes in, in less than a week, can line up in a fairly neat line and stab the enemy with a spear.

Because this thing is also a product of the system, it naturally increases the speed of recruit training.

However, it is also effective for recruits to master some basic skills, such as queues, basic horsemanship, basic swordsmanship, spear stabbing, etc.

Slightly more advanced ones, such as Lance Charge, Parthian Tactics, etc., have no additional kick at all.

However, recruits only need to be qualified.

Those who are truly gifted will be selected as professional soldiers, i.e., trained in the Standing Army.

Among them, those who have made meritorious contributions will enter various special military camps and be transferred to special companies such as hussars and armored cavalry.

The number of these heroes is not small, and many of them are still waiting in line for the opportunity to change jobs after several consecutive battles in the past.

The rest of the people who have little fighting talent are basically assigned to the towns to be militiamen, usually farming, and when encountering foreign invasions, they will take up arms and fight under the organization of local officials.

Ulm watched Dreem's somewhat disappointed back, was silent for a moment, and looked up at the window.

In the afternoon in Alaindeler, the shade of the trees rustled.

Groups of stevedores were gathering to play dice, laughing happily from time to time.

The ascetics talked softly to the patients who had come from afar to ask for medical treatment, asking about their condition.

The young Knights of the Order, in an unobtrusive corner, carry bottles and play homemade Gwent cards - they have no money left over to buy genuine card packs, but since no one else has them, it doesn't matter if they are genuine and pirated.

I don't know how long this peaceful scene will last.

He whispered, "My lord, I don't know if your ideal of insisting on establishing a heavenly kingdom on earth in the Holy Land is right or wrong, but I will always be on your side. ”

…

Jerusalem, in the gardens of the royal palace.

"Master Hans!"

"Lord Conrad."

Hans bowed to the son of the Marquis, who was walking on the opposite side.

On the one hand, the Marquis of Montferrato had only come on a pilgrimage a few days ago, and with his strong financial resources as a vassal of the Apennines, he had formed friendships with many Jerusalem nobles.

On the other hand, although the Greeks were always looked down upon, the Eastern Empire was in fact a well-deserved center of the European continent, recognized as the city of world aspirations.

He was highly praised by the Jerusalem nobles who were able to sit on the high position of Caesar in Constantinople and give up such a prominent position for the sake of faith.

King Baldwin also appointed him commander of the Royal Order, temporarily serving as Hans's deputy.

In fact, this should only be an excessive position, if Conrad can make a meritorious achievement, even if it is not too prominent compared to others, His Majesty will still not be stingy with the reward of a fief.

That's why Conrad made his choice.

is a person under the fence, to be a superficial noble, no lack of food and clothing, in fact just a mascot Caesar, and may suffer from dark arrows and be tortured to death in the dungeon; Or is it better to give full play to your strengths, defend your faith with a sword, and make contributions in the Holy Land?

"You're looking for me?"

Hans also had a good impression of Conrad, a man of integrity, courage and resourcefulness, who had handled his affairs in an orderly manner not long after his arrival, and was much more reliable than most of the illiterate Frankish knights.

"Lord Hans, I would like to delay for a few days and go to the New Habsburg for the pilgrimage to the sacred wood."

Hans was a little surprised: "At this time? ”

"I've taken care of the business at hand, the arsenal is fully equipped, the granary is well stocked with rations, and the medicines donated by Father Ulding have been sealed..."

"Lord Conrad, you are really capable, you can go, but you have to go early and return early, no one knows when war will break out."

"I will, and... I want to trouble you, I hope to order a few sets of plate armor for my squires, but the reservation is already fifty miles away, and I can't catch up with it anyway before the war comes. ”

Conrad was a little helpless about this.

These reservations were not all orders from the Knights of the Holy Land, as far away as Constantinople, there were many noble servants who came in person with their master's size to order a set of refined plate armor.

These customers were conquered by Lothar's "seller's show" at the athletic convention, and with a lot of money, the blacksmith's workshop in charge of Marles really had no reason to refuse.

Hans said helplessly: "This is also a helpless thing, the rules made by the adults before leaving... In this case, let me ask you about Lord Marles, who is the chief master of my family, and if there is any remaining standard type plate armor, I will take it for you. ”

"Thank you, Mistress Hans."

Hans smiled: "It's a trivial matter, we are not only robes who fight side by side, but also colleagues who serve the royal knights, and it is only natural that we help each other. ”

Conrad's subordinates also belonged to the Royal Knights for the time being, and most of their predecessors were soldiers who settled in Constantinople and participated in the "Latin Knights", and their combat effectiveness was still very reliable.

"For the next few days, you'll have to worry about the affairs of the Knights."

Conrad said apologetically.

As a commander, he is only responsible for logistics affairs, and there are many and cumbersome things, which is really not a good position.

"It's my job."

After the two said goodbye, Conrad, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped.

"Lord Hans, will the Count of Lothar be back?"

"Of course."

A wry smile appeared on Conrad's face.

During this time, the nobles and commoners of Jerusalem were praising his piety, but in fact Conrad himself knew very well that he was not as noble as others said, and that if he could be friends with the noble princess in purple and favored by the empress, he would never leave Constantinople under any circumstances.

After all, it's a dream for millions.

"Is there anything else?"

Hans frowned slightly.

Conrad shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I offended. ”

He drew a cross on his chest: "May the Father bless you, Lord Hans." ”

(End of chapter)