Jibri's mood can only be described by the word "high-spirited" now.

After dormant for many years, he finally jumped from a small leader of the city guard to the lord of Semanud City, which is impossible under normal circumstances.

You must know that the family of the governor of Mahri, however, has ruled the city of Semanoud since the Fatimid Dynasty, and has a marriage relationship with the governors of several nearby provinces, and their power is deep-rooted.

He was a Mamluk of humble origin, who was only worthy of being a dog for the Governor of Mahri for the rest of his life.

As for the approaching crusaders, he did not panic in the slightest.

As he just said, with more than a thousand cavalry, no matter how strong they are, can they still ride war horses across the moat, and then build ladders, battering rams, and siege towers out of thin air to kill the city?

It's a fantasy!

The battle of Damietta made it so easy for the Crusaders to win, in Jabri's opinion, in the final analysis, because the governor of Ibn was too stupid! Just like Mahri, these guys who rely on blood to shade the top are simply a belly of straw, and they will fight a fart battle.

Defending a fortified fortress with dozens of towers, it was easily breached by the Crusaders overnight.

Wasn't the previous night raid on King Saladin's camp enough to teach him a lesson?

Very foolish!

The corners of Jabri's mouth curled up with mockery.

At the right time, dusk fell in the direction of the setting sun, and a row of iron horses seemed to be made of steel, wearing stars and moons, with neat steps, with a terrifying sense of oppression, slowly emerging from the horizon.

Row after row.

A flag painted with a cross and a double-headed eagle crest flutters in the wind.

The knights, whose bodies and mounts were stained red with blood, had their eyes shining red like vampire bats in the dark under their full armor.

The Saracen soldiers defending the city could not help but shudder.

"A bunch of cowards!"

Jabri cursed secretly.

But his heart is also beating a drum, he is not an ordinary person, as an extraordinary person, he can naturally see the extraordinaryness of these enemies, that kind of familiar and unfamiliar blood, like a legendary vampire.

Seeing that the morale of the defenders plummeted, he knew that he couldn't just go on like this, so he hurriedly stood up and shouted: "Look, the enemy is just a group of cavalry, they don't have baggage carts, no infantry troops, and even no civilians accompanying the army, what are you worried about?" ”

"Could it be that a defeat by Governor Mahri has made the people of the Holy Flame lose the will to fight to the end?"

His roar had some effect after all.

Some of the soldiers shouted: "The flame burns forever, supreme!" So that those who do not believe in the Scriptures will come and go! ”

It's just that some people inevitably muttered in private: "Look at their equipment, and then look at ours, how can this be fought?" ”

"Look! That double-headed eagle! ”

"What's wrong with the double-headed eagle, aren't the Franks accustomed to this kind of flag?"

"Fool, that's the devil's banner!"

"Demons?"

The bewilderment on the militiaman's face was quickly replaced by horror, and even his lips trembled.

"It's... Is it the army led by the Crusader prince named Lothar? ”

Lothar slowly tightened the reins of the eclipse.

As his order was handed down, more than a thousand cavalrymen stopped in an orderly manner.

They didn't have much sympathy for horsepower along the way, and they didn't need mounts in siege warfare anyway, but just driving the horses was also a manual job.

The warriors under the command of Lothar, although they have obtained various buffs, are only mortals in the end, and after a battle, they can't be real war machines, and they are also a little tired at this time.

But their morale is high!

Even the legendary Wild Hunt will help them, and the Duke is a victorious Son of Destiny, and they have no doubt that they will win another brilliant victory under the leadership of Lothar!

Baron Charles' eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Lothar, and he turned sideways and said to the Flemish knights under his command, "Have you found out?" ”

"What?"

The knights were a little confused.

Baron Charlie's eyes were full of excitement: "Fighting under the command of the Duke, I feel that my strength seems to have improved a lot, no wonder people say that the Lord is the Holy Son Linfan, this must be the Heavenly Father who blesses us." ”

When the knights heard this, they immediately reacted and continued to speak.

"Are you the same?"

"I thought it was my delusion."

They talked a lot, and looked at Lothar with admiration in their eyes, but now they were close to worship.

Curos stood beside Lothar, his eyes flashed scarlet, although it was getting late, but the arrangement of the defenders at the head of the city was seen by him: "My lord, the enemy seems to have been prepared. ”

Coors was not good at blood magic, and could not give all Crusaders "dark vision" like Frigila did, and could achieve a similar effect by relying on the potions that Furringilla had concocted when she was awake.

Although the level of this commonly used spell is not high, it has always been not a small cost because it has to cover the entire army.

In private, Flynn not only conquered the "Dark Vision" potion, but also concocted a madness potion that could produce an effect similar to that of the "Blood Waterfall", but after the latter was diluted, the effect on ordinary people was minimal.

There is no way to take out a dozen bottles and mix them into water like the "Dark Vision" potion, and give it to more than a thousand soldiers to drink and it can still take effect.

Lothar let out an "um" and replied, "And the guard is a smart man, who did not let go of the city gates and let those defeated troops enter the city." ”

"My lord, if we had ambushed our men and sniped those falcons in advance, would the situation be better now?"

"It's that easy."

Lothar shook his head, although falconer is also a rare profession in a hundred, but it is really incomparable to a real transcendent, in this big city, there is no problem in raising more than ten falcons.

More than a dozen falcons were hiding in the clouds, and it was too difficult to intercept them all, even if Jeanna cast her divine body and Cherinina flew in the wind, she couldn't stop these falcons from scattering in a hurry.

Lothar patted Curs on the shoulder: "Things in the world are rarely as good as they should be, we have eliminated most of the enemy's defending forces, and the plan has gone as smoothly as I expected, but this little twist and turn is harmless." ”

Coors is a smart man, but the smarter he is, the easier it is to want to be perfect, but the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, how can everything go well?

"Pranya, how are you recovering?"

Prajna bowed slightly: "It's okay." ”

"Okay, then go according to the plan."

With Lothar's order, more than a thousand iron horsemen began to disperse, surrounding an open space.

She stretched out her long, white and slender fingers, and a half-human-high brush appeared in it, and then with a splash of ink, in the blink of an eye, in the clearing, it turned into a well-structured, well-made siege engine.

Even many Crusader knights, who had seen such a scene for the second time, could not help but show a look of amazement, and some "knowledgeable" even introduced: "This should be the legendary space spell."

Some clever people associate the ink with the ink when the Huntschainers appeared.

Could it be said.

These well-made siege engines were all drawn in ink by the Iron Knight Lady?

Lothar commanded: "Send someone to take over these catapults." ”

Prajna can actually summon a folk man who controls siege weapons.

Even the Hunt Knight can be summoned, not to mention the people who manipulate the siege equipment, anyway, the trebuchet does not pay attention to ballistics, and whether it can hit or not depends on the will of heaven for most of it, it is nothing more than the consumption is more.

But the siege lasted a lot.

Every time the counterweight trebuchet is thrown, the interval is very long, and it is already a big cost for her to summon living creatures, let alone maintain their existence for a long time, so there is no need to spend the same amount of energy as summoning a wild hunt to control the siege machine.

Head of the city.

Jabri's face changed.

His lips trembled, and black bristles even grew uncontrollably on his cheeks.

"Great, those crusaders, they brought siege engines!"

The guards shouted in horror.

This method of creating things out of thin air was too bizarre for them, and it was used by Lothar in the first attack on Fort Feremai, and there were few survivors of that battle.

Even within the Crusaders, few people saw how those siege engines appeared, let alone them.

"No, I saw those siege engines appear out of thin air - they were the miracles of the pagan devils, and their gods were blessing them!"

A Coptic soldier who had converted to Zoroastrianism fell to his knees in horror and did not stop drawing a cross on his chest: "Heavenly Father, I have repented, please forgive me for my sin of being forced to convert to a pagan religion for my livelihood!" ”

"Stand up, bastard thing!"

Jibri's face was already blue.

He couldn't stop cursing: "You cowards, even if the enemy has siege weapons, it is only a thousand people, and we are guarding this fortified fortress, can't we even hold on to waiting for reinforcements from Lord Adil?" ”

Words are rhetorical questions.

But in the minds of many militiamen defending the city, this rhetorical question has the same effect as a declarative sentence.

They really didn't think they would hold out until Adil's reinforcements arrived.

Lothar's reputation among the Copts was not good, thanks to Saracen propaganda to stigmatize Lothar and the raiding activities of the brutal Crusader lords who were nominally under Lothar's command.

But notoriety is sometimes a hundred times more powerful than the deterrent power of a good name!

"When we die, the Franks will kill us all, or sell us as slaves, and our wives, children, and everything we have will become the spoils of war for the Franks."

"With the flame above, have you abandoned your people?"

When the morale of Saracen's defenders hit rock bottom, the cavalry under the command of Lothar had already dismounted and began to rest.

With a loud bang.

The first boulder slammed into the city with the sound of a whistling wind, and the sight of this stone was beyond imagination, smashing a tower through the waist from the right, and although it had not collapsed, it was already crumbling.

(End of chapter)