"It's . What monsters? ”

Horror was written all over people's faces.

"A rotting corpse that has come back from the dead!"

Haas drew his half-sword and strode forward, his hands slashing diagonally, leaving only one arm of the swollen corpse to raise his arm to block, but was cleanly slashed off half of his shoulder, and another horizontal slash slashed off his head.

Haas spat at the splattered filthy blood, and was about to say something when he heard someone shout in horror: "Behind, look at the back!" ”

Outside the forest, the corpses that had been discarded and piled up together shook their bodies and stood up again.

Cellinina frowned and muttered, "No wonder those hyenas didn't choose to devour these corpses, I didn't even notice these anomalies." ”

After these corpses staggered to their feet, they all looked at the people in the middle of the oasis, and their dark eyes did not contain any emotion.

It makes people's hearts chill.

The war horse restlessly restless.

Roar –

A roar, like a signal to charge.

Hundreds of walking corpses immediately used their hands and feet together, and ran like cheetahs.

The hussars who accompanied them took off their weapons from their saddles.

But the enemy came so suddenly, and no one could guarantee that he would be in full armor and equipment on the march in such a terrible climate as the Holy Land, and the horses could not afford such weight.

So in a hurry, they took only shields and weapons.

Haas erected his irises with the griffon's coat of arms and shouted, "Get ready to fight, drive our precious horses and camels behind, and don't let any monster rush through our lines." ”

"Yes, sir."

The hussars lined up and waited.

"Don't be afraid, don't panic, hold your position, no one is allowed to take a step back, these monsters are nothing to be afraid of, I just ended up with one very easily."

Haas couldn't stop shouting, boosting morale: "Send these monsters where they belong, for the will of God!" ”

The guide seemed to be frightened, and stood in place, muttering incessantly: "Black witchcraft, this is the black witchcraft of the devil!" ”

Haas said angrily: "Don't stand stupidly, if you want to live, go get your weapon!" ”

The guide, who was dragged back to the line by Haas, trembled: "Assal dares to use this kind of black witchcraft that desecrates corpses, it is against the teachings, and he will go to Hell after death, I want to pass on this news!" ”

Haas sneered: "It's useless, no one would believe that a pious lord who would rather sacrifice his own territory in order to defend himself against the infidels would use this heinous evil sorcery; Nor would anyone want to listen to the accusations of a Bedouin who had defected to the Franks. ”

Then.

The hussars saw that Cellynina was alone, carrying two swords on her back, and walked out of the group.

"Miss Cellinina!"

Haas shouted hurriedly.

Cellinina didn't reply, just closed her eyes and silently counted the distance between the walking corpses and herself.

Her slender ten fingers were on the hilt of her sword.

The swords slammed out of their sheaths as they grew stronger and stronger, and the hoarse roar in their throats could even be heard in their ears.

It was just a matter of moments, and the terrible howl that they had heard before sounded in people's ears again.

Violent air currents pass through the cracks in the taiga.

The azure blade, with its hairy coldness, was like a scythe harvesting a wheat field, slashing through the countless hordes of terrifying walking corpses, and the next moment, the whole world became silent.

A corpse was dissected from the body, the upper half of the body fell to the ground, the bones of the broken section were as smooth as a mirror, and the blood-soaked bone marrow could be seen.

Many of the dissected bodies were still wriggling, but they were no longer a threat to the people.

She withdrew her swords into their scabbards, her brow furrowed as the smell in the air grew worse and worse.

"It's time for us to get out of here."

She looked back and said.

Haas's mouth opened slightly, his eyes full of disbelief, few people had seen the whole picture of Cellynina in battle, and even if he did, there was no way to associate the brilliant blade with this thin girl.

Their current mood should be well felt by the defenders at the head of Gaza.

"Yes, leave!"

"Get out of here, who knows if the evil heretics have set up some other traps."

After surviving the initial shock, the hussars reacted and returned to their mounts as fast as they could, quickly leaving the oasis that could no longer provide them with any supplies.

The frightened team had only turned their heads to look at the oasis far away.

Their expressions are a little complicated, as hussars, their loyalty, combat skills, are undoubted - but no one is mentally prepared to fight monsters, which is not the same as the monsters of the Tyrannosaurus.

The resurrected corpse is the most inspiring fear in the hearts of people in any myth and legend.

With a hint of fear on his face, the local knight asked, "Miss Cellinina, if we were killed in battle with the infidels, would we also become that kind of monster?" ”

Cellinina looked at him and shook her head.

"No, it won't."

The voice is firm and gives confidence.

"These walking corpses have no intelligence, they can't manipulate them, they can't tell friend from foe, and enemies won't use this spell on a frontal battlefield."

Bringing corpses back to life may seem scary, but they are nowhere near as terrifying as the torrent of undead that Mudryghi summoned at the Battle of Galilee, which ordinary people could not touch.

The local knight, who liked to raise the pole, asked, "What if they are crazy and want to die with us?" ”

Cellinina looked at the stares of the crowd and barely managed to squeeze out a smile, and she raised her voice: "Don't forget, what is the lord you are loyal to?" What does the holy spear held by the Knight Captain Jeanne represent? ”

"Yes!"

"We have the Holy Lance to help, what are these evil beings to fear?"

"Lord Marquis will lead us to victory!"

The hussars shouted.

Seeing the demoralized team reinvigorate, Cellinina breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that she was better suited to a solo assassination operation than to lead a group of mortal knights into battle like a nanny.

…

At the same time, dozens of miles apart.

Hordes of crusaders were lining up in huge formations that stretched for miles, and their chariots and horses were rolling up billowing smoke and dust, looking down from the sky, like a winding python, marching through the vast desert.

The Crusaders, who had rested outside Gaza for several days, began their march under the leadership of Lothar despite the terrible news from the front, after receiving supplies and baggage raised by Cardinal Sebastian.

After three days of arduous marching, Lothar and the vanguard of the Crusaders had reached the town of Arish, which held the gateway to Egypt.

The town has apparently been abandoned, as the intelligence suggests.

Stopping at the gate of the town, a bard with a sketchpad in his hand approached Lothar and pleaded: "Your Highness, please remain in this position, for I swear in the name of God that this will be a masterpiece of the world." ”

Lothar rode on the back of an Arabian war horse and frowned, "This is not good, I am busy with military affairs, but I don't have time to model you here." ”

The bard's face was full of earnestness: "At least please wait a moment, so that I may take note of your present appearance, which, as you know, will appear on the walls of many churches in the future, for it will be the starting point of your conquest of Egypt." ”

"Okay."

Lothar waited helplessly for a moment, until the bard was satisfied, and said, "Alright, Your Highness, I have set up the frame, and now I just need to fill it in with the details—rest assured, I have not used any superfluous touches, for your own handsomeness and majesty are enough to break the hearts of anyone who sees this painting." ”

I'm quite good at talking.

Lothar sighed with emotion, glanced at the draft of the painting, which would most likely be titled "The Marquis of Lothar Occupies Arish", politely commented "not bad", and hurried away.

Walking into town with the leading cavalry squad, Lothar realized that Arish was in even worse condition than he had expected.

There were ruins everywhere, and in order to prevent the Crusaders from tearing down the wood of the houses here to make siege engines, the Saracens set a fire and burned the entire city to the ground.

That is, those stone buildings are not easy to destroy in a short time, otherwise Lothar has reason to believe that the Saracens will definitely smash all these stones that can be polished into stone bullets.

Crossing a street, Lothar came to the central square before Arish.

Before she could get closer, Lothar smelled a burnt smell.

There were charred corpses everywhere, men, horses, camels, women with children, men with weapons, all charred and blackened, and the deaths were palpitating.

"Yasar has unleashed a massacre here."

Kurs looked at this scene with a calm expression: "The dead are all citizens who do not want to follow him away, or oppose his fortification, most of them are Bedouins, but there are also many Arabs. ”

"If Hans had seen it, he would have felt guilty of himself."

That's all Lothar said.

If he were the same as he used to be, he would probably blame himself very much.

But now it is different, not that he has lost his compassion, but he clearly knows that this land is not unified in his hands, even if it is another 800 years, it will still be a vortex of turmoil and chaos.

"Curles, when I am crowned queen, I will not allow a lord to point a butcher's knife at his people in his territory."

"Your Excellency is merciful."

Coors smiled and took off his hat.

Lothar smiled: "It's a pity that they won't eat the pot pulp because of my arrival, for in the eyes of the Copts we are no different from the Arabs who enslaved them, and in the eyes of the Arabs, we are savage and brutal Frankish barbarians." ”

He did not have the heart to linger any longer, and ordered: "Do not touch the corpses, we will camp outside the city tonight, and remember to remind the soldiers that they are not allowed to drink the water of any of the wells here." ”

"As you wish."

The Qin official in July really opened the door to my new world, and it told me that historical texts can still be written so finely.

Such a talented author did not expect to go so early.

I hope everyone pays more attention to their bodies in their work and life.