Damietta.

These days, there has been a lot of bad news one after another.

The eastern city of Tinis resisted for less than a day before it fell, and the forts of Gasilla, Tamnu, and Sahel, which were garrisoned by only a few hundred troops, could not hold out for long.

All of this shows that the Crusaders were not only good at field warfare, but also good at siege.

These news made the morale of the defenders in the city more and more low.

As he walked and patrolled the city walls, he seemed to hear the whispers of the soldiers in the army, talking about their families in the occupied area; A few days earlier, before the gates were closed, relatives and friends fled to the western province of Manufia.

Every day, the magnates fled the city by boat, laden with their possessions and money.

Even the governor of Ibn was secretly transferring his family and relatives, and Senmut could understand the distress of the governor of Ibn, but what about the governor of Ibn and the powerful people who could transfer their relatives and the ordinary soldiers who defended the city?

Perhaps on weekdays, the Governor of Ibn could ignore the thoughts of these low-level soldiers, because the most elite force of the Governor of Ibn was never the peasant and burgher-born conscripts, but the Mamluk army represented by Tasenmut.

But Damietta is a big city, and if you want to hold this city, it is absolutely not enough to rely on the remaining few thousand Mamluks.

"I've heard that after the Franks captured the Sahel Fort, they didn't kill a single civilian, except for the hanged local chieftain, and a group of chiefs who usually do all kinds of evil."

"Moreover, they also distributed the confiscated land to the poor."

"The price of bread in the city has risen again, and my father spent all his savings to buy this armor for me so that I can survive this war, so that my family can hardly even afford to eat now."

Whispers rang out again behind Senmut.

He looked back and saw that every soldier was busy with what he had to do, patrolling, guarding, carrying equipment, lighting the campfire, everything was in order, as if the whispers were his hallucinations.

Senmut smiled bitterly, no longer dwelling on these questions, and walked towards the city.

The towers behind him still stood majestically, but this fortified city did not bring him any sense of security.

"By this time tomorrow, the Franks should be in the city."

Senmut muttered to himself.

"The flame is above, may we be victorious tomorrow and defeat the minions of the pagan devil."

He folded his hands and prayed facing the direction of the Holy Land in the East.

It's getting late.

Senmut, who had returned from the camp, lay on his soft velvet couch, tossing and turning, his heart was like a boulder, his head was groggy and full of tiredness, but he could not sleep.

He simply put on his armor again, and with two personal guards, he re-ascended the city wall.

I went all the way around and didn't find anything unusual.

Even the soldiers who used to see it often, deserted, dozing off didn't notice it.

But Senmut's ominous premonition grew deeper.

"Be vigilant at night, and don't forget, those Franks also have a secret medicine that can see at night."

Senmut told the soldiers on night duty all the way.

He glanced up at the sky, the night was particularly deep tonight, as if the bright moon above his head also had a premonition that there would be an incomparably bloody battle tomorrow, and his heart was shocked, and he hid in the clouds.

After inspecting several city walls, Senmut breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn away.

Suddenly, he heard a faint sound.

"Did you hear anything?"

The two guards shook their heads in amazement.

Senmut patted his head and said with a wry smile: "I've been dizzy for the past two days. ”

He was about to turn around and leave.

He suddenly remembered something, took the torch from the guard, and slowly leaned out of the city wall.

At this glance, the calm on his face immediately turned into a deep fear.

At the foot of the city walls.

A pair of iron armor reflected the cold light of Sen Ran.

As far as the eye can see, I don't know how many enemies are lurking in the darkness.

His mouth was wide open, and he was about to shout.

An arrow swooped out, with a majestic force, and passed directly through his mouth, and along with his body, it was nailed to the tower behind him.

"They've been discovered, do it right away!"

A woodland shooter, whispering urging.

In the darkness, arrows flew out again, shooting the defenders who were just about to ring the brass bell.

Soon, the defenders of the eastern wall were swept away.

The soldiers who were lying in ambush at the foot of the city waited silently, only to see that after a while, the towering gate of the city slowly opened from the inside out, and they immediately stopped hiding their movements and swarmed into the city.

…

When the governor of Ibn was awakened, he was even a little overwhelmed.

"The Crusaders have already entered the city?"

"How is this possible?"

"What about Senmut, call Senmut over and let him command my personal guards, and wipe out the enemies who have infiltrated the city no matter what!"

The Jewish minister, Maimondenides, smiled wryly: "General Senmut has gone to inspect the eastern wall, and if nothing else, he has now gone to the embrace of the Holy Fire. ”

"Senmut is dead?"

The governor of Ibn sat down on the ground.

Maimondni stretched out his hand and grabbed the governor of Ibn: "Flee, Lord Ibn, and leave here on the ships anchored in the harbor." ”

The governor of Ibn was stunned and grabbed Maimondni's hand: "You come with me!" ”

"No, no."

Maimondny hurriedly waved his hand, he had already made a deal with Lothar, and he had no intention of leaving like this, not so much for the possessions he had accumulated over the years, but for the manuscripts he had stored in his dwelling, and the books he had accumulated over the years.

"The Franks are not demons who kill people when they see them, they won't do anything to me, but according to their past style, they will never let you go."

The governor of Ibn no longer hesitated, took a deep look at Maimundni, and rushed out of the mansion with his Mamluks.

The property he had accumulated had been transported out of the city with his family in batches, and at this time, on the way to escape, he traveled lightly.

As soon as he left the mansion, he heard a shout of killing.

The shouts of killing are getting closer.

It's like there's no obstacle at all.

A crusader soldier with a double-headed eagle banner was the first to rush out of the corner of the junction, followed by hundreds of armored sergeants with large square shields and spears and short swords.

Governor Ibn's face couldn't help but change drastically: "The Franks have already killed here?" ”

Aren't there nearly 10,000 soldiers defending the city?

Even if it is 10,000 pigs, it is impossible to be wiped out in such a short period of time, right?

"My lord, we are the queen of your palace, run away!"

The Mamluks who were guarding him, urging eagerly, pulled out the weapons in his hands, and led the dozens of Mamluks who had been hastily gathered to meet the crusaders who rushed on the opposite side.

The governor of Ibn did not understand.

But the Mamluks understood.

Except for the soldiers on duty at night, the rest of the soldiers, when they heard the news of the enemy's entry into the city, most likely did not resist at all.

After all, as soon as they take off their armor, they are ordinary people.

As far as the news is concerned, the Franks could easily not kill civilians.

(End of chapter)