Ferraimai.

It was the last gateway into Egypt, and in later generations, a large seaport city called Port Said would be built from the Suez Canal, which crosses the Mediterranean Sea with the Red Sea.

But now, it's just a brick and earth castle that doesn't quite sit in majestic enough to accommodate the defenders, but only three thousand.

Standing on the brick walls of this citadel, you can faintly hear the roar of the Nile tributaries as they merge into the Mediterranean Sea in the distance – behind this citadel built on a dirt slope is the fertile Nile Delta.

Like a green ginkgo leaf, it suddenly appeared in a barren desert, bringing infinite vitality to the whole of Egypt.

It is the existence of this oasis that gives Egypt its reputation as the granary of the Mediterranean.

Today, the castle is filled with refugees waiting to cross the river, dragging their families and families across the desert of death, but many of them have died of hunger or disease during the few days they have waited in the cramped castle.

On the upper floor of the castle, in a room with a window facing the sea.

Lord Yasar was looking in disbelief at the Bedouin chief in front of him, crying to him.

"A group of black-armored knights who suddenly came out? Not only did they escape the detection of the condor of your tribe, but you were about to pounce on each other's faces before they suddenly appeared and killed you? ”

"Lord Yasar, this is a true thing, it is not that I am dizzy, but those black-armored cavalry are by no means normal living people, not only can they appear silently, but their armor is extremely strong. When fighting, they don't care about the damage to their bodies at all, and they don't make the slightest sound when they are hit by blunt objects, as if they don't feel pain at all, and they don't have any fear. ”

Speaking of this, the chieftain, who was already a little old, could not help but burst into tears: "Lord Yasar, that is the devil summoned by a group of infidels, and it is not something that our warriors of Mor can resist, and my people, those poor young lads, are all buried in that desert and become food for vultures and hyenas. ”

With a sad look on his face, Yasar stepped forward to help the weeping chieftain, and spoke softly and gently: "I am sad to hear this news, but the Prophet has said that all Zoroastrians who die in the course of the holy war will ascend to heaven. ”

"My brothers, your people are now wandering in the rivers of milk and honey, and from now on, they will not suffer from cold and heat, without famine, from wind and sand, and will have young and beautiful mates, and fresh fruits at their fingertips."

"This is something that each of us envies, even envy, and how can you grieve and weep because of this?"

The chief and Yasar looked at each other, and it was impossible to say that he did not believe it at all, but if he believed it all—then he was no longer here, but was trampled to pulp by the mounts of the "Nefgaard Cavalry".

With a hint of hope, he asked, "Lord Yasar, can they really ascend to heaven?" ”

Yassar's words were convincing: "Of course, it is true! ”

The chief bowed his head, was silent for a moment, and said, "Lord Yasar, don't forget what you promised us Morbe. ”

"Of course, not only will I not forget, Lord Adil, His Majesty Saladin, will not forget your efforts in Mor, you are truly devout Zoroastrians, and the entire Zoroastrian world will be impressed by your piety, not to mention that what you want is only a small, insignificant pasture."

"That's good, that's good."

The chief was stunned, and nodded again and again: "As long as there is a lush pasture, as long as it takes a few years, Mor can still become prosperous again." ”

The smile on Yasar's face disappeared in an instant after fooling away the Bedouin chieftain, who had lost so much, paced back and forth in the room, chanting the words in his mouth: "The cavalry in black armor, uniformly and well-equipped, disciplined, and not afraid of life and death, this is definitely the elite of the enemy's elite, fortunately I did not send my Mamluk guards, otherwise, they would not have known how many of them would have returned alive." ”

"It's just strange, how come I've never heard of this Lothar having such an army?"

"Previously, he didn't use it when he fought against King Saladin, when he fought against Rauf, when he didn't use it when he went on an expedition to Cyprus, just to take it out at this time and deal with a group of Bedouin nomads?"

It's also ridiculous.

After a moment of contemplation, Yasar concluded: "It seems that those European monarchs have sent troops. ”

In the past, the armies of the kings of Europe, strong and strong, but reckless and unfamiliar with the terrain often did not pose much of a threat to them.

But this time, the army sent by the European monarchs was not only well-trained, but also committed to the task of guarding the grain and grass, which was terrifying.

"They're coming quickly, and I'm afraid they've really sent out all the troops at the bottom of the box this time, am I really going to fight the infidels here to the death? What if my strength is too depleted and Adil is unwilling to deliver on his promise? ”

Yasar paced back and forth, a little hesitant in his heart.

"This Lothar is really terrible, no wonder King Saladin was defeated by him twice in a row."

After a long time, he let out a long breath and said, "What about Master Suvada? ”

The servant whispered, "Master, he's in the basement."

"Tell him it's time to repay Arish's blood."

The servant's expression changed slightly, and he nodded with some fear.

The massacre of Arish seemed to him like a nightmare that he could not recall, in which, in addition to intimidating the inhabitants and making them abandon the city, it was a bloody sacrifice.

As the servant was about to go out, Yasar suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked, "What about the governor of Ibn of Damietta?" Is there any news from him? ”

Damietta was located in the eastern part of the Nile Delta, next to Fort Feremai, and once Fort Feremaier was breached, his territory would face the Crusaders' front.

He didn't know if the lords were in a hurry or not, but the governor of Damietta, Ibn, was definitely the ally who hoped that he would succeed in holding Fort Ferraimai.

"Sir, the governor of Ibn said that he would send troops to support him immediately, but he refused to accept the Bedouin refugees, saying that his domain could not accommodate these wild and untamable nomads who did not know what to obey."

The servant's face was grim.

Yasar was not at all annoyed, as if he had expected this: "Crossing the river and tearing down the bridge is really the usual style of Lord Ibn, oh, then tell the refugees the news, and let them choose whether to stay in Feremai and fight the infidels to the death, or run to the territory of the governor of Ibn and be hanged on the gallows." ”

After making the decision, Yasar is now much calmer.

He is familiar with Adil's consistent style, and he is most likely not the kind of person who crosses the river and demolishes the bridge, not to mention that demolishing the bridge of his loyal model is definitely not what a smart person should do for Adil.

Who else will be willing to pledge allegiance to him then?

What's more, he Yasar has even burned his richest territory, Arish, and now he has abandoned the city and fled, isn't it a waste of his previous achievements?

Hold!

At the very least, make the crusaders pay an adequate price.

Let Governor Adil see his talents!

…

The Crusader camp in Arish.

After listening to Prajna's report.

Lothar couldn't help but frown.

Only a group of tribal cavalry was solved...

What is certain is that this is by no means the main force of the Saracens, and it can be seen from the equipment and the way they fight, they are not even cavalry in the true sense of the word, they are just a group of armed nomads.

And he had thought that Adil would do everything in his power to stop him in the Sinai corridor.

After all, keeping the enemy out of the country is always the least costly option.

"Forget it, it's good that there are no problems with the materials, thank you for your hard work."

Lothar smiled and reassured.

Pranya's new form has not improved her hard power so obviously, but in terms of ability diversity, the improvement is too great.

In the past, it would have been difficult for her to defeat hundreds of Bedouin knights on her own, let alone nearly wipe them out.

"Hmm."

Hang up the communication.

Coors said in a deep voice: "My lord, in fact, I understand Adil's thoughts very well. ”

"Defending against the enemy is the loss of Adil's own strength."

"The lords of Egypt will not empathize with this, but may wait for the price to sell, see the wind and rudder, and demand all kinds of privileges at the expense of supporting Adil after his strength has been damaged."

"Even if it weren't for your 'fame,' I have a feeling that many of them would have tried to come to you, even if you were a heretic."

Coors smiled helplessly.

Lothar shrugged, there was no way around it.

If you take every land, you will not commit any crime against the common people, and you will also open up to the high-ranking households.

Then he attacked the city and plundered the land, wouldn't it all become a negative return?

Then he might as well hide at home and farm, and wait for the Tree of Life to turn Transjordan into a heavenly kingdom on earth.

"Heh, isn't this guy afraid to get away with himself?"

Lothar sneered.

Listening to Cours's analysis, Adil was likely to engage in appeasement policy in the early stage, which was of course a good thing for him, but he always felt that things would not go so smoothly.

"My lord, you seem to lack a certain understanding of your strength."

"If I were Adil, I would not have been able to hold on to Egypt from the beginning."

"After all, even Saladin was defeated by you, no matter how big the loss is, if half of Egypt is broken and captured by you, as long as you can hold it in the end, it will not be a loss."

Lothar bowed slightly: "I understand, so, Adil's plan now is to delay time, wait for Saladin's support, wait for those local lords to be afraid, and beg him to come forward to preside over the overall situation and turn passive into active, right?" ”

"It's just a subordinate opinion."

"That's probably it."

Coors nodded: "There's news from Miss Cellynina, she's smashing through a trap set by the enemy in the search for the Oasis, which sounds like a necromancer." ”

"At the moment, I can't see what special abilities the enemy spellcaster has, but I'm afraid it won't be easy to deal with."

Lothar said "um": "No matter who it is, it will not be more difficult than the guy who rides the dragon, pass the order, send troops tomorrow, since Adil is willing to cut meat, then I am not afraid of indigestion!" ”

(End of chapter)