In the distance, Guy and his knights had begun to evacuate.

The Kurdish convoy followed the Jaffa crusade led by Lothar.

Even if they had joined Lothar's command, their distrust of the infidels was still evident.

At the front of the line.

Abdullah led more than a dozen Kurdish cavalrymen and gathered behind Lothar.

"My lord, we still have thirty cavalry and one hundred and fifty infantry left, although the number is small, but I can guarantee that they are all veterans who have been tested in battle, and as long as you provide these young men with war horses, everyone can immediately become elite cavalry."

The Kurds are nomadic people, whether it is dromedary camels or war horses, even teenagers can skillfully control them.

"I trust in your fighting power, and when I arrive in Hebron, I will provide you with mounts."

Lothar said with a smile.

Perhaps for today's Lothar, the joining of such a not weak army is really not an important force.

But Lothar still gave Abdullah a high level of respect, and the Kurds were also excellent mercenaries, and through Abdullah's connection with the Kurds, more Kurdish cavalry could be recruited in the future.

In particular, camel cavalry, in desert areas, can sometimes exert stronger combat power than ordinary cavalry.

"My lord, we are happy to participate in this battle and wash away the shame of the Mamluks who lost to Saladin, but we still need to be replenished with weapons and equipment."

"Don't worry, there will be no shortage of you, I promise to give you fair treatment."

Lothar said seriously.

Abdullah smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry, but I shouldn't doubt your generosity and justice. ”

Lothar rubbed his eyebrows: "It's normal to be worried, after all, my territory is also doing everything to prepare for war right now, if it weren't for the import of supplies from Ella Port, I'm afraid the supplies would really be a problem." ”

For example, the iron ore produced in Transjordan, which was of acceptable quality, was of very limited quantity, and it was difficult to satisfy the consumption of Males's growing blacksmith workshop at a time when preparations were being made in various parts of Jerusalem.

…

Outside the city of Hebron, the white-roofed tents resemble a sea of flowers growing in the desert.

The stretch is endless, and the edge is not visible at a glance.

What is the concept of an army of 10,000 people in this era?

With the exception of the city-states of the Apennine Peninsula, most cities of this era had a permanent population of less than 10,000.

Alaindeler, for example, had a population of only 6,000 before Lothar took over.

Nuremberg, a large Germanic city, has a population of just over 10,000.

What's more, the army of 10,000 people and its supporting people and baggage personnel, this kind of so-called conscription of old peasants, has almost no combat effectiveness, but it is indispensable.

In the Battle of Hardin, the Crusaders rushed to advance the army, and in the desert they were played by Saladin's army, and the supplies were cut off, and the soldiers were thirsty, which buried the field army of the Kingdom of Jerusalem that was cobbled together.

That's why Lothar has repeatedly stressed the importance of supplies.

Andreas obviously knows this too, and his eyes are blue and black these days.

"Baron Tih's messenger has just arrived, and his army has arrived at once, and has sent someone to prepare a reception in advance, and let them stay in Camp Five, which should have enough supplies for them for three days."

"How is the team that procures clay pots, every jug needs to be checked, and the matter of storing water is the most important."

Not only do people have to drink water, but the water consumption of war horses and pack animals is even more amazing.

"The team has returned, procured 20,000 water tanks, and they are all filled with clean water."

"Hmm... I'll take a look. ”

Andreas got up suddenly, and his eyes suddenly blackened, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Your Excellency, are you alright?"

The scribe on the side hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Most of these scribes were clergy from the diocese of Alaindel, and they were Andreas's old associates.

"It's okay, help me get up."

Andreas gritted his teeth and waved his hand, he took a deep breath, stood firm, and refused the scribe's following.

"Have the people sent to survey the water sources on the route of the march come back, we can't trust all the water maps bought from the Bedouins, we must send people to check them on the spot."

"I'm coming back one after another."

"At this time, keep in mind that I will go to the baggage camp, and if there is any urgent matter, you can go there to find me."

Under the scribe's worried eyes, Andreas walked slowly out of the tent.

At the same time, he also made a decision - to go to Kurs, who was hosting the lords.

After all, the mortal body has a limit.

He felt that the reason why Mr. Coors had entrusted him with so many trivial things during this time was to make him realize this, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with being like Mr. Coos.

I won't be afraid of the sun, and I won't be afraid of any garlic or silverware.

You can also get the so-called "immortality".

Andreas sometimes doesn't know where his instinctive resistance to becoming a vampire comes from.

…

Damascus.

Saladin, the king of Syria and Egypt, had a heavy face.

He had just heard the news from the messenger, and he thought that Baldwin IV, who was already terminally ill, had been cured of his leprosy.

The Kingdom of Jerusalem also had a brief "honeymoon period" with Saladin, and at that time Saladin even sent his own imperial physician to visit Baldwin, and his illness was absolutely undeniable.

There was no need for him to cheat, and if Baldwin had not suffered from this disease, the situation in Jerusalem would have been much stronger than it is now.

"You saw it with your own eyes?"

The messenger said earnestly: "My king, I swear in the name of the holy fire that I have seen with my own eyes King Baldwin take off his mask, and his face shows not the slightest sign of leprosy infection. ”

He hesitated, and then added, "The servant guesses that it is the work of the pagan priest named Uldin, who I have heard that he has cured many old diseases of the Crusader princes, and that he has also developed the so-called Elixir of Lazarus, which is very effective in treating wounds. ”

"Uldin..."

Saladin frowned, "Did you bring back a sample of the Lazarus Elixir?" ”

The messenger was ashamed and said, "The poor of the infidels are so fanatical that they will not sell me the potion even if I offer a high price. ”

Saladin sighed lightly, "This trip should give you a Frankish Mamluk." ”

"Stand down, you deserve to be rewarded for your meritorious deeds."

Retire from others.

Saladin asked the black-robed spellcaster beside him, "What kind of spell is this Uldin, which can cure even Baldwin's leprosy?" ”

"Your Majesty, spells are not omnipotent."

Saladin frowned, "But Baldwin is healed." ”

During this time, he felt that his physical condition was getting worse, even if he was not close to women, and his life had always been very self-disciplined.

That's why he's a little anxious.

He feared that if he did not take Jerusalem, the dynasty he had created would fall apart in an instant.

The black-robed spellcaster was silent for a moment, and then spoke: "Absorbing the lives of others and sacrificing them to the demons of hell may be able to cure chronic diseases." ”

Saladin shook his head and said, "Baldwin, I know him, he wouldn't do such a thing. ”

He looked at the black-robed wizard, "I wouldn't do such a thing. In addition to this, you may have a cure for my ailments or a cure for my life. ”

The black-robed spellcaster shook his head and said, "There are too many kings and emperors in the world who want to prolong their lives and want to live forever. ”

"But King Saladin, have you ever heard of a king who is truly immortal?"

Saladin was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't want to live forever, I just want to live to the age I deserve." ”

The black-robed spellcaster sighed lightly: "But how do you know that illness is not a shackle given to you by the Holy Fire to control the age at which you should live, the Way of the Holy Fire never seeks immortality." If you insist, you may be able to ask a pagan wizard. ”