Chapter 412 Old Dogs

The duel was forced to end.

His Majesty's messenger, in an impassioned manner, came to Saladin during the confrontation between the two armies, and accused him of casting a disgraceful shadow over the duel of honor.

But Saladin's reply was also watertight.

He said that this is the power given by the holy fire to a warrior. He is by no means a monster, but when using this power, he will temporarily maintain a half-dragon form.

It doesn't seem unreasonable.

"But people only believe what they see with their own eyes."

There was a sarcastic smile on Lothar's lips: "Kors, thank you for your hard work tonight."

The black shadow behind him bowed to him and disappeared without a trace.

His plan has already begun.

Send Coors away.

Lothar looked at Hans again. His injury was not serious, but Lothar still felt a little apologetic and said, "Hans, I have wronged you today."

Hans is actually also a famous young knight in Jerusalem. As the leader of the Royal Knights, he has defeated many challengers.

"It's nothing, my skills are just inferior to others."

Hans shook his head quickly and said: "If I had the strength to defeat this guy under normal circumstances, this result would not be the result."

Lothar patted Hans on the shoulder as usual.

Hans hesitated for a moment, then said: "It's just that I saw Sir Stephen again today, and he has not been punished yet."

Sir Stephen is the tyrannical lord who did many evil things and caused civil uprisings.

Lothar nodded and said: "Duke Raymond wants him to serve his crime... In fact, there is a high probability that he is expected to die in this war."

This is understandable.

What is the greatest advantage of a feudal lord?

Able to fight, and able to lead troops in a timely manner when the lord requests it.

Apart from that, there are no hard requirements for personal character except loyalty.

"If you can't stand it, just throw the glove in his face."

Hans was silent for a while, then shook his head and said: "My lord, I will not cause you any trouble. If he had not died on the battlefield, I would have sent him to Hell to atone for his sins with a conspiracy to assassinate him afterwards."

Lothar sighed softly.

Hans is an upright and upright knight.

He is different.

Although he is better portrayed than Hans in terms of image, he has actually gradually entered the role represented by the position under his butt.

Looking at Hans's back, Lothar murmured in a low voice:

"His Majesty the King is right. Not only the changes in the body will affect the spirit, but the position of the buttocks will also affect the brain."

Lothar sighed softly. Lords like Sir Stephen who did all kinds of evil can't be said to be everywhere in Europe and the Saracen world, and they are definitely not a minority. Not every ruler will weigh the pros and cons.

There are simply too many aristocrats who claim to have noble blood and treat common people like pigs and dogs.

Jeanne comforted in a low voice: "Even so, you are still the most enlightened and benevolent ruler of this era."

"Maybe not anytime soon."

If the plan goes well, after this battle, he will march into Egypt. By then, many people will die.

Lothar's fingers tapped on the table: "Is there any news from the territory? Saladin is staying here so securely, there is no reason to have no back-up plan."

Jeanne shook her head and said: "Not yet, probably still waiting for the opportunity."

Ella Port in the early morning.

There is mist on the sea.

The town guards on guard are fully armed, and on the towering Siegfried Tower,

Andreas took a bite of the hard wheat cake and glanced at Muller, whose eyes were bloodshot. Last night, the old Saracen only slept for two hours before he woke him up.

There was no way, he was an airborne guard officer after all, and the defense of the port was inseparable from Mueller's cooperation.

"Mr. Mueller, are you okay?"

"no problem!"

Muller, who was not wearing armor, rubbed his wrinkled face and said with a relaxed expression: "Don't worry, young man, after all, I am also a knight of the order personally conferred by your lord. Haven't you heard that the older the wine, the more fragrant it is?"

The servant duly handed over two glasses of wine.

"To win."

Muller clinked glasses with Hans and drank the wine with a comfortable look on his face: "Heavenly Father has a broad mind. At the very least, every Christian can enjoy this wonderful liquid as much as he wants."

Andreas thought, in fact, the Catholic Church also advocates abstinence. Alcoholism is one of the seven deadly sins, "Gluttony." It is only because the monastery has to be self-reliant without donations, that it has developed various "alcohol businesses". monastery".

Therefore, drinking has become a tacit secret among the monks.

At this time.

A horn sounded from the Siegfried Tower. According to the urgency of the horn, Muller stood up and said, "Sixteen large ships are coming. If you include the oarsmen, there are at least three thousand enemies!"

Andreas was also a little nervous. Three thousand people was a relatively underestimated number. If it were a large galley that could carry four hundred people, this number would have to be doubled.

There are currently no elite soldiers in Port Ella. All the elite soldiers have been transferred away by Lothar. What is left are only 400 town guards and 300 reinforcements urgently transferred from nearby, as well as those who perform the duties of the garrison. voluntary citizens of the city.

Urgent bells were rung in the town hall.

Every town resident took up arms and prepared to fight.

Old Hassan was also recruited to defend the city.

The location of him and his tribe happened to be between the Bishopric of Alandre and the Port of Ella. In a hurry, the soldiers from the farthest distance could come to support them.

Although he is old, his past experiences have given him full combat experience.

He was holding a wooden spear, and on the shield in his hand were three short javelins for close range shooting. He wore a rusty iron helmet on his head with a crop straw stuck on it - this is In order to let his subordinates see his whereabouts as soon as possible.

A middle-aged Kurd with dark skin and experienced vicissitudes of life said with a guilty look on his face: "Sheikh (chief), it's all my son's fault for wearing away your armor."

A set of armor can greatly increase a soldier's survival rate on the battlefield several times. This is something that every Kurdish warrior knows.

Old Hassan said with a free and easy face: "If we old bones die, the young people can live. What reason can stop us from doing this? Prepare to fight, Moshe, in order to protect our hard-won new life." .”

Old Hassan didn't know whether his move to move the tribe to Marquis Lothar's territory was right or wrong. At first he felt that he was too reckless, then he felt that he was prescient, and now he began to worry about what would happen to the tribe after this battle. It won't just disappear.

"Where is the enemy?"

Some people looked with their feet up.

"Idiot, you are getting older. Are your old eyesight also dim?"

Old Hassan cursed and pointed to the far end where the blue sea meets the blue sky. At the top of the rising mist, white sails could be vaguely seen: "Die the fence deeper. These guys will come from the sea." Come here, there is a high probability that there will be no cavalry or soldiers, we just have to hold on and wait until reinforcements arrive, then we can receive the reward and go home to have a wife."

A group of old guys laughed.

"Don't worry, Sheikh, let these little brats know that old dogs also have a few teeth."

Old Hassan looked at these old guys who fought side by side in the past. Some were missing half an arm, and some were missing an ear. The long journey of nomadic life in the desert caused their physical condition to decline sharply in their prime.

But compared to the heavily armed and armored town guards, Old Hassan still trusted his old buddies more.

"Shayuebu, fight with me!"

Old Hassan's hoarse voice sounded on the defensive line of this wooden fence siege.

All the old dogs howled: "Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

This attracted the sideways glances of the town guards nearby who were urgently preparing for battle.