Time flies. The Saracen army had been stationed at Lake Brulus, and its vanguard had already engaged in several skirmishes with the Crusaders.

Richard the Lionheart wore a red robe, and the front of the placket seemed to be a male lion who had chosen to eat people, and the coat of arms was stained with a layer of blood.

He walked into his camp with murderous spirits, and today he led the team to charge and kill, and once again achieved a small victory, killing hundreds of enemies and capturing dozens of military horses, but this level of small victory is really not in his eyes.

"Damn Philip, Count Henry of Montreal, Count Simon of the House of Mace had already made it clear that they supported me, but they appeared in Philip's ranks again, and their hearts have been bewitched by Philip's serpent-like venomous letter, and there is no sense of honor in their hearts." Although there are tens of thousands of people under his command who can command now, there are not many real elites, and many of them are rabble recruited by the recruiting offices he has set up in various places in the Holy Land.

Philip had arrived in the Holy Land after him, but he had taken away many of his supporters, and now he had an army of nearly 20,000.

Henry took the wine from the table and drank it down, and threw it on the ground.

"These days, I have repeatedly led my troops to break through the Saracen rangers, and even raided the Saracen camp several times, is this victory not as good as Philip's stay in his camp and the number of banquets held?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry about it, the Saracens are not so easy to deal with, and whatever our King Philip has promised now, when the wolves gathered under his command find that King Philip is unable to bring them victory, they will turn to your command without mercy."

"Hmph, I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup that Lothar poured into his subordinates, during this time, I haven't heard that the knight and nobleman who took refuge in him are willing to turn to me, obviously he hasn't shown up for half a month." The captain of the Count's guard said in a deep voice, "In this regard, King Philip's side should be the same. Richard snorted, "I'll see if those guys will be as loyal as ever when he doesn't show up at the pre-war meeting." "There is no monarch who does not like loyal courtiers, but the contrast is too uncomfortable to find that these loyal courtiers have all taken refuge in others, and that they are all capricious opportunists.

"Your Majesty, I think you'd better hope that the Duke of Lothar will appear." Standing beside him, the little witch Martha, who usually seemed to be invisible, suddenly spoke: "If the Duke of Lothar's spellcaster team doesn't make a move, even you may not be able to lead the crusaders to victory." Richard narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Do you think I'm inferior to that Duke of Lothar?" Martha said softly: "Your Majesty, you should also know the strength of the Duke of Lothar and his team of spellcasters, and that kind of existence has been lost in Rashid, aren't you worried about what powerful extraordinary power the Saracens hide?" Richard frowned, "What about the spellcaster on Philip's side?" Martha shook her head and said: "I can't perceive it, this means that His Majesty Philip is accompanied by at least one powerful spellcaster of the quasi-legendary rank, unless Professor Mary or Her Majesty the Queen is there in person, in terms of the caster level, Philip's power is probably better than ours." Richard's expression became more and more solemn.

Although he is conceited, he has never underestimated these transcendentals, even if he is holding a sword in the stone, it is difficult to defeat a quasi-legendary-level wizard, a strong man of this level is already fully capable of influencing the direction of a war with his own strength.

Richard sneered: "It seems that this is the confidence of Philip and me to compete for the position of generalissimo, otherwise with his poor military ability, he has a little self-knowledge, and he should immediately choose to abdicate and make way for Xian." The captain of the Earl's guard beside him spoke: "Your Majesty, I think what Miss Martha said makes sense, His Majesty Philip is now superior, we may be able to try to unite the forces of the Duke of Lothar, this time is different from the past, you were able to join forces with His Majesty Philip to deal with Lothar, and now you can naturally cooperate with the Duke of Lothar against Philip Majesty." ”

"Hmph, do you think of me as one of those capricious villains?" Richard's voice paused slightly, and he added: "But what you said is also a bit reasonable, that Lothar is now uncertain, and the power under his command will always be put into battle." If they wish to elect me generalissimo, I promise to treat them equally as I do in wartime. Otherwise, let them die under the command of Philip's incompetent. "To be honest, Richard has been coveting the elite under Lothar's command for a long time.

A considerable number of the soldiers under his command were wandering knights and pilgrims from Europe, with poor equipment, average combat effectiveness, and indescribable training levels.

Lothar's army, though similar in number to him, was by no means the same in combat, and although he thought that a sheep led by a lion could be better than a pack of jackals, wouldn't it be better if he had a pack of wolves instead of a pack of sheep?

Martha and the captain of the Earlguard's guard looked at each other and nodded. Lothar is now unconscious, although this is just a rumor, but since the main owner has not come forward to refute it, it means that there is a high probability that it is true.

The soldiers under his command, who occupied the two great cities of Semanud and Damietta respectively, could not escape, and since they always had to fight the Saracens, they must choose a side between Philip and Richard.

The two sides have common interests, and this cooperation is fully feasible. At this moment, a messenger hurried in and announced: "Your Majesty, the king of Jerusalem is about to enter the city. Richard paused: "It's surprising, I didn't think I would see this uncle on this trip." "Being able to play such a highlight moment as the Battle of Mongisa at a young age, as the current patriarch of the main branch of Anjou, he still looks up to this uncle who is much younger than himself.

But a leper, who came to Semanud at this time, still gave him a bad premonition.

"This one isn't here to receive Lothar's legacy, is he?" ... Outside the city. Baldwin IV coughed lightly, although his body was very good, and he had the potion that the little witch Nishaya mixed to nourish his body every day, but without Uldin's treatment and the long journey, his face still showed a little tiredness.

"Egypt is indeed a fertile land." As far as the eye could see, there was a lot of greenery, which Jerusalem could not match.

He looked behind him and asked worriedly, "Nisaya, you said that Lota Qing's body, can you still hold on?" Will the secret medicine we brought work? Nishaya sighed, "I'd love to reassure you that it will work, but if you think about it, Bishop Uldin's level of healing must be better than mine, and even he can't do it, so what can I do?" She could see that her Majesty, who was temporarily serving the king, was really a little flustered.

Otherwise, with his wisdom, how could he not see the obvious? Baldwin IV sighed, "I hope things aren't so bad." As soon as he received Godfrey's letter, he decided to reach Mietta by boat and then by land to the front line in Semanud.

Nishaya couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity that the teacher is now restrained by that witch in Sicily, otherwise as long as I send a letter, she will definitely rush back to the big library in Constantinople as soon as possible, with those books as the base, even if Lothar has any incurable diseases, she can find a solution." ”