The process of fighting was really lackluster.

The reinforcements of the governor of Ibn, who had not yet gained a firm foothold, faced the charge of the most elite heavy cavalry company under the command of Lotha, with a total of more than 3,000 elite cavalry, and there was little room for resistance.

The reinforcements who were still crossing the river retreated.

Among the reinforcements left on the shore, most of the soldiers recruited from various villages were so frightened that they threw away their armor and wanted to swim back to the other side, but it was the flood season of the Nile, and the river was turbulent, so how could they swim back?

A small number of elites barely formed a formation under the leadership of their respective lords, but among them, the Mamluks with the most combat effectiveness did not even find their own mounts at this time, and they could not exert three points of combat effectiveness.

With a single charge, the enemy fell like wheat, blood stained the Nile, and corpses fell into the water, rolling with the waves and flowing into the sea.

Dreem struggled to cut down several people, his face stained with blood.

The superb martial arts of the knight of the edict were undoubtedly revealed at this moment, obviously he was a new soldier, but his combat skills were too proficient to speak.

Ephrit laughed, "These cowardly heretics, they fell like waves of wheat. As they say, the Saracens are not worth mentioning in terms of combat effectiveness. ”

This brave and warlike crusader knight from Saxony killed at least a dozen enemies in the battle, including a well-armed Saracen nobleman, who shocked Dreem's eyelids.

Xindao: This guy bragged all day long about his deeds of strangling a bear with his bare hands, which is likely to be true!

"Those who lay down their arms will not be killed!"

With Lothar's order, the Saracens' last determination to resist gradually dissipated, and one by one they dropped their weapons and waited for the Crusaders to fall.

Brandishing the flail in his hand, Sebastian was about to crush to death a prisoner of war who had dropped his weapon and given up resistance.

"Stop, Cardinal!"

Seeing this scene, Drem hurriedly shouted.

Around the bishop, the knights loyal to him (referring to the knights who received their land in the monastery as their own fiefdoms, who were not actually feudal, but were in fact no different from retainers) drew their weapons and looked at the knight with a distinctly pagan appearance.

"Stop, who are you?"

Drem pointed to the coat of arms on his placket: "I am a knight under the command of the Marquis. Your Excellency, the Marquis said that it was forbidden to kill the captives before he launched his attack, what are you doing? ”

One of Sebastian's knights spoke, "There is no cure for the infidels, and hell is where they should go." ”

"That's right, His Holiness has said that killing heretics is not murder, but salvation."

Drem frowned, knowing that he had been a heretic before.

"Your Excellency, the Marquis's orders cannot be compromised, and killing a captive who lays down his arms will not add any glory to you and your knights, but will bring you to shame."

Cardinal Sebastian frowned, threw the weapon to his servant, removed the gold cross with red gems hanging from his neck, and put it in front of Drem: "Knight, is your Marquis bigger or His Majesty the Pope bigger?" ”

Of course, the Marquis is bigger!

But although I thought so in my heart, I didn't dare to say it on my lips.

Drem hesitated, as a rootless, even "innocent" ex-infidel, he didn't seem to be able to force his head.

"The Lord hath said, 'Render to God what is God's, and Caesar's to Caesar what's to be Caesar's."

Hans, dressed in silver-white armor, wearing a winged helmet like a pair of bull's horns, rode out from among the cavalry: "Your Excellency, this is on the battlefield, and the supreme commander here is the Marquis, even His Majesty the Pope, who should not question the Marquis's orders at this moment, a moment of vital importance for all Christians. Because only in this way can we achieve the ultimate victory. ”

Sebastian sneered: "Ha, do you really think that the successive victories of the crusade cause are due to the credit of the master of the family?" That is the merit of the holy lance, the merit of the manifestation of God, and it is the cause of the holy crusade that makes your master, not your master who makes the crusade. ”

"Can your master be complacent and complacent because of the power of God appearing through him?"

The more he spoke, the more he spoke: "Without your master, any noble and wise monarch in this place, whether it be the king of Gaul, the king of Albion, or the Duke of Bohemia, to command this army, will defeat the wicked infidels, for it is the will of God." ”

"But before the Marquis arrived in the Holy Land, even though the Crusaders had the fragments of the True Cross, the Madonna Maria de Molar, the Holy Thorns, and a large pile of the remains of various saints, they had fought many defeats."

Hans looked at Sebastian's blue eyes without humility or arrogance: "When Emperor Conrad and King Louis were on their crusade (referring to the Second Crusade), they also carried holy relics, but they were still defeated, and countless children of Christ were either killed or sold into slavery to the heathen. ”

Sebastian quickly replied, "This is the Father's test of our piety, and any great cause can only be accomplished through many tribulations. ”

Hans smiled and asked, "In that case, is the Cardinal inspired to be convinced that this crusade will win the final victory?" Otherwise, how can you be sure that any monarch can accomplish such a great cause? ”

Sebastian opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

In this era, there are not many people who dare to be bold and take the risk of divine inspiration, but more people who have mental problems and even believe that they have received divine inspiration, rather than subjectively trying to deceive them.

Sebastian is clearly not one of them.

Instead of answering Hans's doubts, he glanced at him with disgust and said coldly, "What's your name, knight?" ”

"Your Excellency, you can call me Hans, lord of Sego, head of the Royal Knights."

"I remember you."

Sebastian looked at Hans's unwavering expression, sneered, and punned, "May God bless you to ascend to heaven, young knight." ”

"May you do the same."

Hans only bowed slightly, unable to find any omission in etiquette, and watched the cardinal depart.

The surrounding knights made a good-natured drum noise.

"Well done, Knight Hans, you have refuted that arrogant fellow speechlessly, and in my opinion you are worthy of being a scholar in the Faculty of St. Paul."

"Yes, I have long seen that cardinal dressed in jewels is not pleasing to the eye, and he is not at all worthy of our respect compared to Bishop Uldin."

Hans smiled and waved his hand, and exchanged pleasantries with the knights before he turned around, looked at Drem behind him, and said, "Good job, Drem." ”

Drem was a little surprised, "Master Hans, do you know me?" ”

"Both the Marquis and the Knight of Ulm have spoken to me about you."

Hans patted Drem on the shoulder: "The church is not all saints like Bishop Uldin, but more like Sebastian - the Marquis calls them hyenas, greedy, cruel, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and they like to get something for nothing." ”

Drem sighed deeply, "I knew from the beginning that it was rare for someone like Bishop Ulding to search the entire world. Not only the Bishop of Uldin, but also the Knight of Ulm, the Knight of Jeanne, and you, are rare. ”

Hans couldn't help but laugh, "I'm not qualified to be with Bishop Uldin, or Knight Jeanne. It's Ulm, how can I be a little older than him. ”

With a roar in the distance.

The knights who were cleaning up the booty cheered, and it turned out that it was the giant trebuchet that had wielded its might, and a stone projectile hit the city wall like a flesh millstone, crushing the raised battlements to pieces, along with the Saracen soldiers hiding behind.

With the roar of trebuchets, the crusaders began to eat lunch.

And the morale of the defenders at the head of the city, under the double blow of these terrible siege engines, and the reinforcements under their noses, almost annihilated, had fallen to the bottom.

By the time the Crusaders began to attack the city, the resistance of the defenders at the head of the city had become extremely weak.

However, the nomads on the outer city wall were not afraid of death, and they would rather fall to their deaths with the Crusaders who had climbed to the top of the city than lay down their arms and surrender, which caused a lot of obstacles to the advance of the Crusaders.

But their numbers, strength is still too poor.

No matter how flesh and blood are not afraid of life and death, it is impossible to fight against the warriors armed with steel.

By the time the Crusaders conquered the castle, Lothar didn't even notice the anomalies of these "nomads", and really thought that they were berserkers inspired by the "Holy War".

Lothar stepped on the tower at the top of Fort Ferraimai.

Horse-drawn carriages loaded with ale, wine, grain, salt, fish, leather, and jugs drove into the castle.

Fort Ferraime was too small to accommodate all the Crusaders, and the corpses had not been cleared out of the area, making it prone to plague, so it was only used as a place to store supplies, and the army was still stationed outside the castle.

"On the other side, it's the Nile Delta."

Lothar said.

On the other side, you can clearly see the green scene on the opposite bank, the sea breeze blows the green wheat waves, the flourishing villages are smoking from cooking, and the orchards of olives and figs are lined up one after another.

Looking back, the world was still dim and vast.

"It's like a world apart."

"Sooner or later, it will be yours."

Coors smiled and said, "Just like you said today, you want to look out over the other side here." ”

Lothar smiled helplessly: "Okay, Coors, it's just the two of us here, so there's no need to say those compliments." I heard that today Hans had a conflict with that Cardinal Sebastian? ”

"Yes."

Coors nodded: "Not only that, but someone at the bottom reported that this cardinal is very dishonest, and has been colluding with the princes and nobles in the crusaders to try to increase his influence. Predictably, he doesn't want you to take the crown of Egypt, and if he gets help, he'll be on your side. ”

"It's just a clown."

Lothar sneered, his allegiants, all over the crusaders, like the roots of the tree of life deep into the earth, firmly gripping this army, even if some sand was mixed in, it would not affect him much.

Coors lowered his voice, put his palm in front of his neck, and swiped lightly: "Do you want to?" ”

Lothar shook her head: "No need, assassination is a trail after all." ”

"But it works."

Lothar turned his head suddenly, but saw a strange man in a black trench coat on the other side of the tower, looking at him with a smile.

(End of chapter)