In the dimly lit barracks, the sound of rushing water sounded.

Cellinina soaked herself in the tub before surfacing for a long time to change her breath.

"Huh?"

She looked at the little bat standing on the table, with white hair on its neckline, like a white scarf: "Why are you here?" ”

The little bat flapped its wings and stood on the edge of the bathtub, slowly moving its steps, not answering, and there was some loss in his voice: "Where did you hide the biscuit box, I can't find it." ”

"I didn't hide it, it was in a drawer."

The little bat let out an "oh", turned back into a human form, ran to the cabinet, took out a cookie box from the drawer, pulled out a cookie with rich chocolate sauce and stuffed it into its mouth and chewed it carefully.

"Nina, won't you get bored during the time I'm not with you?"

"It's fine."

Cellina pursed the corners of her mouth: "My lord told me some things to do, such as calculating the forage and concentrate that the war horses need to consume in the barracks every day, so it is quite fulfilling." ”

"Why do you all have things to do?"

Fringira wasn't too satisfied.

Cellina said helplessly: "If you feel really bored, go and do something serious, such as the wolf poison potion you concocted, which played a very key role this time, Frynn, you are talented in this area." ”

"But I don't want to delve into potions."

Fringilla yawned lazily, "You don't need me, I think it's time to get yourself a coffin and get a long night's sleep - I'm just worried that when I wake up, you'll all forget about me." ”

Cellina said like a child: "No, you haven't shown up much in the past two days, and the adults are still looking for you, your blood addiction should have eased, don't hide from him anymore." ”

"Oh."

Fringira's face was full of confusion.

Lothar's dragonborn bloodline, which gathers the best part of the life of each dragon, craves his blood, is the instinct of all vampires, like Curles, it's good that he hasn't tasted it, once he tastes it, he will have an addictive feeling.

"Nina, I want to sleep with you tonight."

"Okay, but you'll have to take a shower first, you'll be soaked in blood."

"Then wash together."

Before Nina could react, a snow-white body had already entered the bath tub: "You're so cold." ”

"Tsk, I didn't expect Nina to have a lot of things, but the elasticity is so good."

"Don't mess around."

"The ass is so bouncy."

"If you do this again, I'm going out."

"Okay, okay."

Frimpira reluctantly withdrew her restless little hand.

…

Early the next morning.

Sonor!

The cross sword in Lothar's hand slammed Hans's long sword, and his left foot stepped forward, slammed his shoulder forward, and crashed into Hans's arms, causing him to stagger away, and his backhand was a sword straight into Hans's chest.

"You're careless, Hans."

Hans's face was full of surprise: "My lord, have you gained any new abilities?" ”

As a fellow swordsmanship expert, Hans could easily see that Lothar's transformation seemed to be just a step forward, but in fact the gap was too big.

"No, it's just a period of special training."

The world in Prajna's book is actually very suitable as a training ground, but Prajna's strength is limited, and he can't send too many people in.

Even sending it to Lothar himself is still very difficult.

Moreover, in the world of the book, only what Lothar sees will become real, and the rest is really nothingness, and it is impossible to create a world, even if it relies on a book as a medium.

"By the way, what's wrong with the villain lord you told me about earlier?"

"Dead."

Hans was a little distracted.

Lothar was intrigued and asked, "How?" ”

"He drank too much that day, and I found a prostitute who had a grudge against him, and stabbed him to death with a sword in bed."

"Where's the prostitute?"

"He gave her a sum of money and put her on a merchant ship bound for the Apennines. Now I may have found a man to marry. ”

"It's a bit rough. The doctors in the camp are all our people, and it is not much more secretive to poison him in his wine and disguise himself as a horse than to use a knife directly? ”

After Lothar finished speaking, he said, "Why didn't you tell me about this?" ”

"Mr. Coors said that there is no need for you to bother with this kind of unseemly matter."

Lothar nodded expressionlessly: "Next time you encounter this kind of thing, you should just throw your gloves in his face, there is no need for your character to engage in this kind of conspiracy." ”

Hans was a little ashamed: "I'm sorry, my lord. ”

"Hans, you are a man of integrity, and there is nothing wrong with that."

Lothar smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "But this world is not black or white, but gray. ”

…

Time flies.

The Crusaders mobilized intensively, and large quantities of supplies were transported from Cyprus and from Sicily to the Holy Land.

Countless wagons laden with grain and heavy baggage drove into the cities and fortresses that the Crusaders had to pass through on their way south, waiting for the Crusaders to take them.

After ten days, the crusaders, led by Lothar, set foot on the road south to Egypt.

In this battle, the Knights Hospitaller sent 2,000 troops, including 200 knights, 600 attendant knights, and the rest were also armored sergeants; The Knights Templar sent even more troops, with 400 knights under Grand Master Gerald, 200 Honorary Knights (those who joined the Order as married), more than 1,000 light cavalry, and 2,000 sergeants.

The difference between the two orders of strength lies in the difference in the focus of their development, the main forces of the Knights Hospitaller are concentrated in the territory of the Duke of Raymond in the north, and the main forces must stay here to guard against Saladin's return.

In addition to the military strength of the two knights, the troops sent by the lords of all sides ranged from a dozen to hundreds and thousands, adding up to about 12,000 people.

This is already most of the mobile forces that the Kingdom of Jerusalem can come up with, and the rest must be guarded and cannot be deployed at will.

Removing these would be the true pilgrim crusaders.

Some of them were wandering knights from the continent, others were knights and minor nobles who had sold all their possessions to come to the Holy Land in search of salvation or a chance to become famous, and then they were a vast crusader of the poor.

These poor crusaders were not simply conscripted old peasants, they all had some combat experience, some were mercenaries, some were even robbers who cut the path, they knew the depth of their sins, so they came to the Holy Land to seek salvation The best of course, if they can survive and take prisoners, or rob a Saracen nobleman, it would be better.

There are more than 8,000 of them, and the number is growing.

Every day a group of crusaders came to join Lothar, some of them in rags, with a rag embroidered on it with a rudimentary cross, claiming to be poor pilgrims of the Crusaders.

For these rabble, Lothar could not be directly repatriated, but staying in the barracks was really not much combat effectiveness, and he couldn't bear to use them as cannon fodder, so he thought about it, so he had to throw them all into the training camp when passing by Hebron for supplies.

The nearly 10,000 foreign Jordanian coalition troops led by him also repatriated many peasant soldiers, and the shortfall was supplemented by the sons of the nobles who swore allegiance to him, and the soldiers under their command.

Iskandriya (Alexandria).

Contrary to Lotha's assumptions, Adil did not deploy troops on the border of Mansora province, and Gaza City was not much farther from Cairo than from Gaza to Jerusalem, but he did not seem to have any intention of building a city on the border to defend it.

Through the window, you can see the lighthouse of Alexandria with a roaring bonfire standing on the edge of the harbor.

Alexander, the famous conqueror, although his empire was short-lived, but the Hellenistic era that he and his successors ushered in left an indelible mark on the world.

For example, this lighthouse was built by the son of Ptolemy I, Alexander's confidant.

"Lord Adil, the news you want us to spread has been spreading in the streets and alleys in the past few days, and many local leaders can't sit still and want to come to see you."

"Doesn't anyone question it?"

"No, the crusader prince named Lothar is well known for his persecution of the infidels in his territory."

Adil put his hand on his cheek and sneered.

As the governor of Egypt and the second-in-command of the Ayyubid dynasty after Saladin, he had long hated these local leaders, especially the remnants of the Fatimids.

"Master, are we really going to give up on Arish? The lord of that city is loyal to you. ”

"So, what do you want me to do, my faithful servant?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Adil's eyes: "Bury my brother and my army in that coastal town, and then leave Egypt in a small boat with a disgraced face, and weep bitterly in front of my brother's seat?" ”

"Master, I definitely didn't mean that."

"I know you don't."

"Muzar, I believe in your loyalty, but you don't need to think about military strategy for me, if you really have this ability, I will not let you serve my daily life, but go out to supervise a territory, or take charge of an army alone."

The current situation is indeed not good for him, and even worse is the fluctuation of the hearts of the people in Egypt.

Those local leaders didn't care that Saladin replaced the Fatimid dynasty as the ruler of Egypt at the beginning, and now, they probably won't care about a Christian king.

There are also those Zoroastrians who have been excluded and expelled, which are also unstable.

The town of Arish arose because of its location on pilgrimage roads, producing dates, castor beans and other crops, as well as serving as a supply point for pilgrims and a transit point for Bedouin nomads selling leather and cheese.

It's not dangerous, and it's hard to resupply.

The local leaders wanted to see him, and they wanted him to defend Arish and keep the Crusaders out of the country, but of course he wouldn't do that!

"Give me my order that Yasar abandon Arish, and at once lead his army to garrison Fereim, and tell him to burn all the supplies before leaving, fill in the wells, and destroy all the oases and water sources in the vicinity, even known only to the Bedouin nomads."

"Master!"

The slave's face was filled with disbelief.

"I hope you're right, Yasar is loyal to me."

He rubbed his cheeks wearily, destroying the precious water source of the desert, and the survival of the Bedouin nomads, which must have made the Bedouins, who were not very peaceful, revolt

But I can't care about that much at the moment.

The enemy is strong and we are weak, and now, if we want to defeat the Crusaders, or at least lose the Sinai Peninsula, and keep the precious delta and the Nile River, we can only rely on the right time and place.

"Yes, master."

The slave answered.

There are several references to the solicitation of the names of the kingdoms: the kingdom of the Franks in the East, the overseas kingdoms of the Crusaders, the kingdom of Egypt, the kings of the Copts.

(End of chapter)