In the afternoon, Lothar went to inspect the barracks outside the city.

His army was in apparently good shape, and since the crossing of the river had won several successive battles, their losses were negligible, and in addition to the implementation of his orders, the camp gates were locked and drilled properly, except for the time of vacation, and the fighting force was not slackened by the capture of a rich city.

However, the rest of the crusaders are not in a good state.

They squandered their looted wealth, and every day they were either drunk or mingled with the women, and many of the Crusader lords thought that when they had squandered their money, they would go to war again with red eyes, and were very unimpressed by Lothar's suggestion to clean up the army.

There's no way around it.

The lords, the warriors under the command of the nobles, and the personal attachment relationship between the lords and the lords is not so deep, many warriors are equipped with their own weapons and equipment, and the lords will face great resistance even if they want to rectify military discipline.

This is a worse era.

The best tactic of the Crusaders was not to charge with a spear, but to say that the pigs were advancing suddenly.

Lothar had enough of the bad things to face in front of him, and he didn't bother to spend any more energy on the warriors under the command of the Crusader Lords. Anyway, for now, these crusaders are still very combat-ready.

In this regard, Lothar can only sigh that he may have been born in a society that has been disciplined since he was a child, so he has a sense of rejection for this kind of chaotic army that has been fighting and advancing by leaps and bounds.

Return to the mansion from the barracks.

Curos silently appeared behind him and reminded, "My lord, King Richard, with his followers, left Damietta alone, leaving only one levy officer in the city. ”

"So anxious to go out and go it alone?"

Lothar frowned.

He picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, casually asking, "Where did he go?" ”

"To the west, I suspect that the king most likely wanted to take a port as his stronghold in the east, so as to obtain a steady stream of support from Latin merchants and the crusaders arriving from the west."

"How many people are there?"

"More than a thousand, including his guards, and some of the Gallic Albion nobles who supported him, and a group of plebeian crusaders who admired him."

"It's not a lot, and with the help of magic, it's not impossible to raid and take a big city like Damietta."

More than a thousand people were replaced by an ordinary lord, which was nothing at all, but it was Richard who led them.

In the original world of Lothar, this Mandate Monarch once defeated the tens of thousands of troops commanded by Saladin with 3,000 men, and also personally led dozens of knights to charge in the front line, and cut through the military formation of the Saracens, which can be called a fierce general like an overlord.

Not to mention that the Lionheart King in this world also has some kind of supernatural power that is quite powerful.

A thousand men destroyed the city, and it was really possible in Lothar's opinion.

Lothar said quietly: "Let the dark shadow keep an eye on the movements of this King Majesty, whether his first appearance in the East is a success or failure, I must be the first to know the news." ”

He paused, and couldn't help but smile: "Pass the order, and our people are also ready to fight." ”

These monarchs from Europe wanted to come to the Holy Land to reap the fruits of their victories.

But right now, the roles seem to be swapping.

Semanud is a riverside town located east of Lake Brulus and the gateway from Damietta to the central region of the Nile Delta.

In order to avoid the erosion of the city walls by the flooding river, the port built on the banks of the Semanoud city was actually separated from the city walls, and a simple gravel path was paved, relying on oxen, horses, and livestock to pull carts for transportation.

On the white weathered stone wall, a falcon swoops down.

Governor Mahri lifted his arm, which was wrapped in a thick armguard, and took the falcon and removed the well-sealed letter from its leg.

"A small group of crusaders marching towards Port Boors"

The port of Burs was built near the mouth of Lake Blulus leading to the Mediterranean Sea and belonged to the outpost of the city of Semanud.

"There are only a thousand men, and these crusaders seem to have been carried away by the temporary victory."

Governor Mahri sneered.

"Tell the word, gather my loyal servants and warriors, Lord Adil is about to arrive in Buhaira, we will take down the heads of these Franks and present them as a gift to Lord Adil to prove our strength!"

Orders are given one after another.

At the head of the city, the Mamluks loyal to him shouted and waved their weapons: "Kill all the unbelievers, and the flame will burn forever, supreme!" ”

The city of Semanud, which had already been prepared for war by the arrival of the Crusaders, was immediately mobilized.

The whole town was filled with the sound of iron clashing, horses' hooves, footsteps, and shouts, but in a quarter of an hour, the most elite Praetorian Guards under his command had been assembled.

Governor Mahri's heart was blazing, and a lonely Frankish army with no follow-up reinforcements, with only a thousand men, was really a soft persimmon suitable for handling.

At a time when many of his colleagues were passively dealing with the crusades, his hearty victory must have been able to win the favor of Lord Adil, and at that time, wouldn't the rich territory left by the governor of Ibn be close to the water, and it would most likely be his own?

As for killing just over a thousand Franks, it's not a big victory?

Joke!

If there were not enough people, they would kill some slaves, and those Frankish slaves, although they were also valuable goods, became restless as these barbarians occupied Damietta.

Execution is not too much of a loss.

Presumably, with Lord Adil's usual style, he would not care about his false report.

The staff approached him and asked tentatively, "Your Excellency Governor, doesn't Lord Adil have an order for us to wait for him to arrive before gathering troops to attack?" ”

Mahri sneered: "Just a thousand Franks, can't I spend a lot of money and train the elites myself?" ”

He pointed to the elite heavy cavalrymen with covered helmets, spiked helmets, scale and chain mail, men and horses, riding bows and quivers, and Frankish lances in their saddles.

These Mamluks, who belonged to him, were selected from among the elite of the Mamluks, and numbered three hundred.

In addition, there are many ordinary Mamluks who are not fully armoured, wearing only light armor, or no armor at all, who use bows and arrows and mounted spears, and are still being assembled.

"There are less than a hundred knights in the enemy, and the rest are infantry, and with a single charge from my guards, I can crush them under the hooves of my horses!"

The staff has to persuade again.

Mahri waved his hand and said: "Okay, don't say it again, the Franks are fighting away, and they don't know the silt and shoals near the port of Burs, and our warriors who firmly believe in the sacred fire scriptures occupy a favorable geographical position, and their numerical advantage is several times that of the enemy, and they will be able to slaughter all these barbarians who do not believe in the scriptures, so as to show the power of the holy fire!" ”

The staff was silent for a moment, then reminded, "But there may be wizards among the Franks. ”

Mahri nodded and said: "I have taken this into consideration, therefore, I have sent people to invite several masters, and I have also brought a few treasures specially used to break demons, and I am not afraid of the evil gods and witches that the Ranks have really brought in the evil gods." ”

The staff frowned, looking at the high-spirited Governor Mahri, and really couldn't figure out how His Excellency the Governor, who had always been cautious, suddenly became so brave.

Could it be that it was not he who was the governor of Ibn of Damietta when his allies were in trouble, and he was not the one who did not move?

"Haha, but you're too cowardly."

Governor Mahri smiled and said: "But don't worry, the army that came is not the Frankish Grim Reaper, the army of the Governor of Lothar, this guy has just defeated the rich Damietta, and he must be crazy about accumulating money, at this time, it is likely that the attack on us is a group of poor and crazy Frankish beggars, and we have the chance to win!" ”

It suddenly dawned on the staff that the person who had come was not the army of the butcher Lothar.

He was also relieved.

The Crusaders were terrible, and the Franks were savage, but they were always victorious until the butcher came.

It can be seen that the real horror is actually the butcher named Lothar, not the Crusader.