Torle covered the bruises between his ribs, and his face was not very good-looking.

The crusaders shouted tsunami-like cheers.

By this time, it was already afternoon, the sun overhead was no longer so hot, and many soldiers were watching the duel with full attention.

Those who have no experience in riding and fighting will be lively.

The experienced knights and riders were full of horror in their hearts, no matter which of these two men, if they met on the battlefield, it was estimated that they would be beheaded in one round - the difference in strength was too great.

That Hans was actually wielding an iron spear that looked like it was made of pure iron, it was a monster!

Even if it is a solid heavy riding gun made of pure wood, the weight often does not exceed ten catties.

In this way, it is impossible for the knights to make a riding spear a light weight, full of tricks.

The so-called description of holding sixty or seventy pounds of long-pole weapons and dancing into hot wheels on horseback is often an exaggerated expression by unscrupulous bards without common sense.

On the other side, there was silence in the Saracen camp, and it was clear that morale had been weakened.

Over the years, although the Crusaders and Saracens have won and lost each other's wars, in most cases, the Vassarcens do not have an advantage in numbers, and the victory rate is pitifully low with the same number of people.

After all, before Saladin, the Ghulam cavalry, which was prevalent in Western Asia, had been transformed from Turkic mercenaries to an army that actually fought with lower-ranking slaves, and its morale and combat effectiveness were generally low.

It was Saladin who reformed, or rather revived the Ghulam.

At the moment, seeing Hans so brave, Saracen's hearts were also chuckling, and many people recalled the experience of defeat in the past or that of their ancestors.

"These savage Franks, are they the power they take from the devil?"

"Eternal holy fire, please bless us to win this war and expel the traces of the infidels and demons from the holy city of Goodes."

Some soldiers threw down their weapons and prayed in the direction of the holy site.

Lothar, who was watching the game, asked: "Veneto, what do you think of Hans's play?" ”

During this time, Veneto and Hans competed every day, winning and losing each other.

The former has been promoted to level 50, ten levels lower than Hans, and it is said that Hans has an advantage, but Veneto's talent and combat experience are more abundant than Hans, which happens to make up for it.

Veneto said insincerely: "It's not bad. But my lord, I don't know much about knightly duels, I haven't even ridden a horse, after all, such a four-legged animal can't run as fast as my own two-legged ones. ”

Veneto was not very interested in the so-called knightly duels, he was from a "family" background, and was more adept at fighting in the form of gang fights in cramped rooms or streets, and had never had experience in large-scale army combat.

The eclipse snorted and glanced at Veneto with some disdain, as if to say, who is faster than the two of us?

Not to be outdone, Veneto glared at it.

If he is in the wilderness, his speed may be slightly inferior to that of a solar eclipse, but a short sprint, or a city with difficult terrain, he definitely has the advantage, after all, he can fly the eaves and walk the wall, but the eclipse cannot.

Unbeknownst to Veneto, the Eclipse also has a knack for flying walls, and it can even defy gravity and stand on the deck of the Scourge of the Seas.

"It's okay, the second foot battle we agreed upon."

Lothar patted Eclipse on the head, soothing the irascible mount.

Compared to the eclipse, Jeanne's grapes are less unruly.

Jeanne suddenly said, "Oops. ”

At this time, the form of the field has changed.

Hans, who originally seemed to have the upper hand, suddenly saw the body of the enemy on the opposite side suddenly expand, and the armor on his body was propped up and bulged, and the aura of the dragon, which was several times stronger, diffused.

Roar –

In the distance, the roar of a dragon could be heard.

In this, Lothar tasted "the encouragement of the boss to the younger brother", he frowned, and suppressed his instinctive desire to fight the dragonborn bloodline - this Karelian fire dragon, as a powerful dragon with a higher rank than the tyrannical dragon, and the Norwegian spiny dragon, the copperhorned red dragon, which is the same level as the higher fire dragon, can provide more abundant nutrients for the advancement of his dragonborn bloodline.

Jeanne was a little worried: "The other side has changed, Hans can't change yet?" ”

Lothar's voice was a little heavy, and he shook his head: "I told him before the battle, it doesn't matter if this duel is won or lost, but the true identity of the werewolf must not be revealed, this is related to my plan for the next part." ”

"What's the plan?"

"A not-so-glamorous plan, but maybe it will work wonders."

In the eyes of the crusaders in amazement.

Hans was dragged off his horse by Torrle, and when he lifted his arm, he fell over the shoulder, and his strong physique was unobstructed, and Hans was fully equipped and weighed at least two hundred pounds, which was as light as nothing in his hands.

Bang –

Hans fell heavily to the ground, and although such an injury was nothing to the tenacious wolf clan, it still made him a little dizzy for a while.

Under the closed helmet, Hans could faintly hear exclamations in the distance.

Before he could shake off the dizziness in his head, the enemy swooped down again, and his opponent took off his iron glove, revealing a hideous, sharp dragon claw, and stabbed Hans into the heart.

Click-

The iron armor withstood the enemy's fatal blow, making an overwhelming cracking sound.

Hans tried to break free from the enemy's grip, but Tolle's strength was now overwhelming, and his struggle could not shake it in the slightest.

Beneath Tolle's visor, two amber vertical pupils full of cruelty and tyranny stare at Hans like lizards.

He pulled out a golden dagger from his waist.

"Die, little bastard," he whispered. ”

Obviously, this is a gold weapon to block the magic.

Bang –

Hans raised his head suddenly, ignoring the golden dagger that was close at hand, knocked Torle into a dizziness, and his body took the opportunity to get rid of his clamps, and directly removed the iron gizzle he was wearing on his head, pointed at Tolle's head with a hideous outline, and shouted:

"Saladin has sent a monster to fight me!"

"It's dishonorable, it's a despicable act."

There was an uproar in the field.

Port Ella.

The sonorous footsteps of the iron armor were particularly clear in the middle of the night.

"Lord Müller hasn't rested so late?"

Andreas held the torch and looked at Muller standing on the lookout platform, looking into the distance, and said with some doubts.

"Not yet, Ella Harbor is the top priority of the adult's territory, where can I rest and rest."

Mueller smiled bitterly.

Although he was a member of the Knights of the Edict of Lothar, he was rarely actually involved in the war, and his main business was the caravanserais, shipyards, and later the tax office of the port of Ella.

Today, the port of Ira is an important driving force in maintaining the war machine of Transjordan, and even when war comes, it is still the only sea route for the kingdom in the East.

A large number of traffickers who wanted to make war money transported goods from far and wide to the port of Ella.

Even grain that used to be unsellable can now make a lot of money.

Even if most of them belong to the Zoroastrian world.

The footsteps of Genoese merchants reached as far as Ctesiphon and Baghdad on the Tigris, and for Europeans, the entire fertile crescent was the limit of their reach, and the farther east was often the backdrop of legends.

For businessmen.

These golden coins, which make a pleasant sound when they collide, are equally flattering, whether they are surnamed Jesus Christ or the Eternal Flame.

Taking advantage of the popularity of large quantities of military supplies in Port Ella, it is simply sorry for the reputation of the Saracens who are good at doing business.

"Lord Muller, let's rest early, I'm here tonight."

Andreas admonished.

Now, the strength of the territory left behind by Lothar is unprecedentedly weak, and it is easy for foreign enemies to take advantage of it, even if the enemy does not plan to gain a foothold, just plundering, the damage to the territory of Lothar is also huge.

Andreas remained on duty until the second half of the night, still in good spirits.

The moon above his head shone on his face, and his face, which had been somewhat blackened by the sun of the Holy Land, had become as pale as snow at some point.

You don't need sleep, just a glass of blood to keep you energized every day.

If it weren't for drinking a vial of human blood every other week, Andreas might have felt it was a gift from his Heavenly Father.

Then.

There was a clear sound of footsteps behind Andreas.

It's like stepping in water.

With every step, there is a sound of crackling water.

Andreas turned his head and looked at the visitor bathed in the moonlight, surrounded by a dark green light, and frowned, "There is an enemy?" ”

The visitor's body was in a half-rotten state, with the sailors' usual turban wrapped around his head, and his face looked like a zombie sailor under Captain Hogg.

"Yes, that's right, the leader wants me to tell you that a Saracen fleet is about to arrive tomorrow morning, and the number of enemies is so large that we probably won't be able to wipe them all out, and if any fish slip through the net, you need to be prepared in advance."

Andreas was a little nervous and said, "How many enemies are there?" ”

The visitor scratched the back of his head, which didn't exist—Andreas was even worried that his fingers would poke his gray brain.

"Let me think."

"Probably—10,000 ships."

Andreas was silent, clenched his fists, and said in his heart, you are putting your grandmother or something stinky fart, the active merchant ships and warships on the entire eastern coast of the Mediterranean Sea are not as many as ten thousand.

"I'll be prepared in advance."

Andreas sighed: "Also, please tell Captain Hogg, don't tell me, I'll write a letter to bring to you." ”

The content is: Next time, please change to a reliable messenger.