The duel was forced to be terminated.

His Majesty's messenger, in an impassioned manner, came to Saladin in the midst of the confrontation between the two armies, accusing him of casting a disgraceful shadow over the duel of honor.

But Saladin's reply was also watertight.

He claimed that this was the power that the Holy Fire bestowed on a warrior, and that he was by no means a monster, but that when he used this power, he would briefly remain a half-dragon.

It doesn't seem to be unreasonable.

"But people will only believe what they see."

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Lothar's mouth: "Kurs, I've worked hard for you tonight." ”

The dark shadow behind him bowed to him and disappeared without a trace.

His plan has already begun.

Send off Curs.

Lothar looked at Hans again, his injury was not serious, but Lothar still said a little apologetically: "Hans, I wronged you today." ”

Hans was also a young knight of Jerusalem's reputation, and as the head of the Royal Order, he defeated many challengers.

"It's nothing, it's just that the skills are not as good as people."

Hans hurriedly shook his head and said, "If I had the strength to defeat this guy under normal conditions, it wouldn't be like this. ”

Lothar routinely patted Hans on the shoulder.

Hans hesitated, but said, "It's just that I saw Sir Stephen again today, and he hasn't been punished yet." ”

Sir Stephen was the tyrannical lord who did a lot of evil and caused a popular uprising.

Lothar nodded, "Duke Raymond wants him to be guilty of meritorious service... In fact, there is a high probability that he is counting on his death in this war. ”

And there's nothing wrong with that.

What is the greatest advantage of a feudal lord?

Able to fight, and able to lead troops in time when the lord asks for it.

Other than that, there are no hard and fast requirements for personal character other than loyalty.

"If you can't see it, throw the glove in his face."

Hans was silent for a while, shook his head, and said, "My lord, I won't trouble you. If he had not died on the battlefield, I would have sent him to Hell to atone for his sins in a conspiracy afterwards. ”

Lothar sighed lightly.

Hans was an upright, downright knight.

He's different.

Although in terms of image, he is better portrayed than Hans, but he has actually gradually entered the role represented by the position under the ass.

Looking at Hans's back, Lothar muttered in a low voice:

"His Majesty is right, not only does the change in the body affect the spirit, but the position of the butt also affects the brain."

Lothar sighed lightly, a lord like Sir Stephen who does all kinds of evil, looking at the continent and the Saracen world, can't be said to be everywhere, and it is by no means a minority, not every ruler will weigh the pros and cons.

It is simply too much to boast of noble blood and regard the common people as pig-like aristocrats.

Jeanne whispered relief, "Even so, you are still the most enlightened and benevolent ruler of our time. ”

"Maybe not anytime soon."

If the plan goes well, after this battle, he will march into Egypt, by which time many people will die.

Lothar's fingers tapped lightly on the table: "Is there any news from the territory?" Saladin was so secure here that there was no reason why he didn't have a backhand. ”

Jeanne shook her head and said, "Not yet, I guess I'm still waiting for the opportunity." ”

Port Ella in the early morning.

The sea was filled with mist.

The garrison town guards were fully armed, and on the towering Siegfried Tower,

Andreas took a bite of a hardy wheat cake and looked at the bloodshot Muller, who had woken up the old Saracen after only two hours of light sleep last night.

There is no way, after all, he is an airborne guard officer, and the defense of the port is inseparable from the cooperation of Muller.

"Lord Muller, are you alright?"

"No problem!"

Mueller did not wear armor, rubbed his face full of folds, and said with a relaxed expression: "Don't worry, young man, how can I say that I am also a knight of the imperial decree canonized by the adult himself, haven't you heard that the older the wine, the more fragrant it is?" ”

The servant handed two glasses of wine at the right time.

"For victory."

Müller clinked glasses with Hans and drank the wine with a comfortable face: "The Father is still broad-minded, and at least every Christian can enjoy this wonderful liquid to his heart's content." ”

Andreas said in his heart, in fact, the Ecumenical Church also advocates abstinence, and alcoholism belongs to the "gluttony" of the seven original sins, and it is only because the monastery has to be self-reliant without donations, so it has developed various "wine monasteries".

As a result, drinking alcohol became a secret to the monks.

Then.

A trumpet sounded from Siegfried's tower, and according to the urgency of the trumpet, Müller stood up: "Sixteen great ships have come, and if you count the oarsmen, the enemy is at least three thousand!" ”

Andreas was also a little nervous, three thousand men was an underestimated number, and if it was one of those large galleys that could carry four hundred people, the number would have to be doubled.

At present, there are no elite soldiers in Ira Harbor, all the elite soldiers have been taken away by Lothar, and all that is left is only 400 town guards, 300 reinforcements urgently drawn from nearby, and citizens who have fulfilled their duty to defend the city.

A hurried bell rang in the town hall.

Every townsman took up arms and prepared for battle.

Hassan Sr. was also one of the people who was called up to defend the city.

He and his tribe were located between the Bishopric of Alain and the port of Ella, and it was also the farthest distance of soldiers that could be supported in the vicinity in a hurry.

Although he is old, his past experience has given him full combat experience.

He carried a wooden spear, three short javelins for point-blank projection in his shield, a rusty iron helmet on his head, and a crop stubble on top of it—so that his people could see where he was.

A middle-aged Kurdish with dark skin on his face and a lot of vicissitudes of life said with a guilty face: "Sheh (patriarch), it's all my son's fault for wearing your armor away." ”

A set of armor can skyrocket a soldier's survival rate on the battlefield several times, something that every Kurdish fighter knows.

Old Hassan said with a relaxed face: "If we let the old bones die, we can make the young people live, and what reason can stop us from doing this?" Prepare to fight, Moxie, to protect our hard-won rebirth. ”

Old Hassan did not know whether it was right or wrong for him to move his tribe to the territory of the Marquis of Lothar, at first he felt that he was too reckless, then he felt that he was prescient, and now he began to worry about whether the tribe would be wiped out after the battle.

"Where is the enemy?"

Someone looked at it with his feet crossed.

"Fool, you're getting old, are your old eyes faint?"

Old Hassan scolded, pointing to the end of the blue sea and the blue sky in the distance, at the top of the mist, a white sail could be vaguely seen: "Dig the fence deeper, these guys come from the sea, there is a high probability that there will be no cavalry, and there will be no armor, we just need to resist, and wait for the reinforcements to come over, we can receive the reward and go home to hug our daughter-in-law." ”

A group of old guys laughed.

"Don't worry, Shech, let these little cubs know that the old dog has a few teeth, too."

Old Hassan looked at these old fellows who used to fight side by side, some of them were missing half of their arms, some of them were missing an ear, and the long desert nomadism caused their physical condition to decline sharply in the prime of life.

But compared to the heavily armed, helmet-clad town guards, old Hassan still trusts his old buddy more.

"Shayo, fight with me!"

Old Hassan's hoarse voice resounded over the defensive line of the wooden fence.

A group of old dogs howled one after another: "Roar! ”

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

attracted the sideways glances of the town guards who were urgently preparing for battle.

(End of chapter)