"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The brass bells on the towers were shaken and jingled.

The bonfire on the altar of the sacred fire was lit several feet high.

The soldiers at the head of the city hurriedly put their bows and arrows within easy reach, and took out the equipment for defending the city, such as rolling logs, stones, and push rods, from the storehouses of the towers, and carried them onto the city walls.

Adram pushed away the two clansmen who stood in front of him, and quickly leaned on the city wall to look into the distance.

I saw the place on the horizon, the sky was full of dust, and countless flags of various colors, like the tide of the Nile, wrapped in a torrent of steel, with an unstoppable and desperate momentum, dense and overwhelming.

"The flame is above!"

"These pagan devils march like a man, I've never seen an army like this."

"Even King Saladin has lost to these pagan demons, what can we do against the enemy's army?"

"I've heard that those brave and warlike young men of the Mor tribe were defeated in just one round in the face of the Crusader cavalry, and the Mor tribe used to be the strongest of our tribes."

The defenders were in flux, the terrible legends of the Crusaders had a long history, and the elite who were directly under Lothar were all in the lead, and the army was neatly organized, and the sense of oppression brought to them was something they had never felt before.

At this time, someone shouted: "The master is here!" ”

"Lord Yasar, where are our reinforcements?"

"Did we abandon our ancestral land and burn down the towns we had worked so hard to come here and fight to the death against the infidels in a situation of lack of food and clothing, and being isolated and helpless?"

In the face of the swarm of doubts, Yasar's expression was calm: "The army of the infidels has just arrived, they are sleepy, hungry and thirsty, they need time to rest, they need to go far away to cut down trees and build siege engines, and the reinforcements of the governor of Ibn will arrive soon. ”

He exclaimed, "We have given up Arish, the ancestral land where we have lived for generations, not to be trapped in this small fortress, waiting for the end of the battle, but to achieve the final victory!" ”

"As long as we hold on to Feremai, reinforcements will continue to converge on Feremai, and we will become heroes of the entire Zoroastrian world!"

The defenders were persuaded by Yassar.

Indeed, in the desert, it was difficult to find even firewood to make a fire, let alone the fine timber needed to build siege engines, and no matter how you look at it, it was impossible for the Crusaders to attack in a short time.

Aderam said in a deep voice, "But they don't mean to set up camp. ”

Yasar laughed at this: "That's great, if the stupid and reckless crusaders choose to attack, we will teach them what is the bravery of Zoroastrian warriors!" ”

Under the city walls, the nomads of the outer city had already climbed the city wall with their weapons, and they were so silent that they didn't know what fear was.

Pointing at them, Yasar cried out, "Behold, my brothers, the warriors of the outer cities are not as well equipped as we are, and not as strong as we are, but they have not shown the slightest fear in the face of the pagan demons. ”

"Because they've long since seen death as their home!"

"Because in this holy war, every dead will ascend to heaven!"

"The flame is forever burning, supreme and great!"

The defenders of the city regained their morale, raised their weapons in their hands, and shouted and shouted.

Under the city, Lothar, who rode back to the eclipse, took a serious look at the small but strong enough castle.

"Lothar, why are we still camping?"

Baron Gofrey came on horseback.

He knew very well that the army did not carry dismantled siege engines, unless they carried rudimentary ladders and climbed the walls to storm them, but the Crusaders, though numerous, could not withstand such losses.

"No, let's take a break and attack the city immediately."

Lothar waved her hand.

Baron Goldfrey's tone was a little quicker: "How can we attack the city without siege equipment?" ”

Lothar looked at Baron Gofrey and smiled, "Who said I don't have siege engines?" ”

He knew that Baron Gofrey had no ill intentions, but was worried that he had no experience in siege warfare and underestimated the fierceness of siege warfare.

Lothar looked at the 'Iron Knight' beside him: "Please, Please. ”

Prajna nodded slightly.

In front of Lothar, in the open space reserved by the two heavily armed Varangian guards, a series of well-made giant trebuchets suddenly appeared without warning, as if they were there in the first place.

Goldfrey was dumbfounded.

Even though he knew that there was witchcraft and supernatural power in this world, it was still difficult for him to comprehend this ability to create something out of nothing.

Lothar said, "Moses left Egypt to cross the Red Sea, and God divided the waters so that he could pass through." ”

Baron Gofrey was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Now, the crusaders are going to pass through Feremai, and God has given us siege engines to allow us to pass?" ”

"Yes, everything is God's will."

Lothar smiled and drew a cross in front of him: "Now, Baron Goldfrey, please return to your post, the battle is about to begin, protect the middle of your legs, Ulding has already cut off one of them in order to heal you." ”

Gao Frey rolled his eyes: "God loves you, people see you as a saint, but you're actually a crampy stinky boy!" ”

Seeing Baron Gofrey leave, Lothar asked again:

"How's the consumption?"

Pranya said softly: "It's okay, after all, it's just to summon a bunch of dead things." ”

"That's good."

Lothar shouted, "Pass my order to have the engineers accompanying the army come at once and take over these trebuchets; In addition, I will tell the people in the logistics camp to prepare a hearty lunch for my stick boys. ”

He raised his horsewhip and pointed ahead: "Tonight, I will stand in that tower and look out over the other side of the Nile. ”

At this time, the defenders of Ferraimai, who were condescending and overlooking the crusader camp, naturally did not ignore the giant trebuchets that appeared out of thin air.

"Adelam, I read that right, right?"

Yasar clenched Adelam's arm tightly, and he felt his head dizzy.

Adram guessed solemnly: "It's a disguise, the same camouflage as those black-armored cavalry!" They hid the siege weapons from the Falcon's sight, or we would never have been able to watch them transport them and assemble them under the city. ”

It seems that there is only one guess.

Yasar held on to the wall, and he was already beginning to regret why he had pushed all his chips up like a gambler at the table.

"Look, sir, it's the banner of the governor of Ibn, and our reinforcements are coming!"

Yasar looked back in surprise.

"Not good, the Crusaders sent troops to intercept it."

"They've just crossed the river, and they haven't come to stand up yet!"

The defenders, who had just felt a hint of joy, immediately saw the two wings of the crusader procession, thousands of knights in various armors, passing through the two wings of the fortress like a gust of wind.

The army of the governor of Ibn, who had just crossed the river to support them, reacted rather hastily, as if they had not expected the Crusaders to attack them before they could gain a firm foothold.

The heavy cavalry company under the command of Lothar, a large army of dozens of imperial knights, two hundred archers, two hundred hussars, and four hundred friars, stood like an iron wall in front of the reinforcements of the governor of Ibn.

The enemy is a mixed team of infantry and cavalry, with a total number of more than 10,000 people, of which nearly half are cavalry riding camels and war horses, and more than 1,000 are elite people and horses.

It can be seen that the governor of Ibn really wanted to help Yasar hold Feremai, and the reinforcements sent were also a relatively elite force that the governor of his place could draw.

The heavy cavalry company stopped halfway, gathered horsepower, and waited for the order to charge.

Drem took the jerky from his bosom and chewed it in his mouth.

"Hey, Camel Kid."

"I see, don't hide, although it is Friday, no one can ask a knight who is about to set foot on the battlefield to fight against the pagan demons, and only eat grain that does not increase people's strength. ”

Drem stuffed the jerky into his mouth, and glanced at his comrades around him helplessly: "If I hadn't hidden it, I would have been robbed by you guys who never had enough to eat." ”

"Don't be so stingy, the sage once said that sharing food with your comrades is the right thing for the noble."

"Is this a saint somewhere, a pagan saint?"

Without mercy, Drem pulled another strip of jerky out of his saddle bag, shoved it into his mouth, and opened the bag to signal to Emprit that he was gone.

"You miser, shameful Jew."

Drem pretended to be serious and pointed forward, "Pay attention to the Captain's flag, now is not the time to be quips." ”

At the front of the team, carrying a white-bottomed iris military flag and a silver-armored red horse, Jeanne is particularly eye-catching, like the sun hanging in the sky, always attracting everyone's attention.

"Don't be so nervous, Camel Boy. This is the first time you've fought with the chief knight Jeanne, right? ”

"Of course."

There was a hint of pride on Epryit's face: "I have never heard of a saying - if you fight under the command of the Marquis, even a coward will always have infinite courage, and if you fight with the knight of Jeanne, even if you are a cripple, you can become a sword master." ”

"Really?"

"Of course it's true!"

Epreit, along with the veterans, all had a look of pride on their faces.

Jeanne's status in their eyes is unparalleled, not only because she is the so-called "guardian of the holy spear" of the marquis, but also because of her unwitting charisma.

It's because she always brings them victory.

"Here's the signal, gun picker, Drem!"

Eprett's tone suddenly became serious.

Drem hurriedly complied: "And then? ”

"Do you see the Knight's Banner?"

"Nonsense!"

Ephrit grinned, pulled down his visor, and under his helmet, came the sound of his urn: "Charge with that banner, and then meet the victory—I will use the skull of the commander on the opposite side as a bowl." ”

Drem also pulled down his mask, and said angrily, "I'm going to use it as a urine bucket—of course, I won't delay you from using it." ”

Talking and laughing.

The heavy cavalry company that looked like the torrent of the Nile River rushed towards the tens of thousands of Saracen troops who were hurriedly arraying to meet the enemy with a battle cry of "In the name of the father".

(End of chapter)