Chapter 415 General Trend

"If this continues, this monster will eat us up before we can regain the Holy Land!"

Ivan knelt down and looked at the Mamluk warrior who belonged to him in front of him - his chest seemed to be torn open by the monster, and his eyes were filled with fear and horror.

One can imagine what he went through before his death.

He placed his palms in front of the dead man's eyes.

There was suppressed anger in Ivan's voice: "We can't go on like this. I have to see Lord Takidin."

Fulk grabbed Ivan's arm and whispered: "Ivan, don't be impulsive. Your current state is not suitable for meeting Lord Takidin."

"Let go, Fulk!"

The anger in Ivan's eyes was almost ready to burst out: "Senmut is the most loyal warrior under my command. He has saved my life more than once. I vow to repay him."

"But now, he was killed by a so-called one of his own in his own territory."

"But you can't just go to Lord Takidin, Ivan, you have to understand what is most important as a Mamluk, which is loyalty! Instead of questioning, think about how much effort you have spent to gain the trust of the Lord."

Fulk lowered his voice and advised: "Don't let these efforts go to waste. I think Senmut doesn't want you to be carried away by anger."

Ivan was silent.

He rubbed his face, looked around, and scolded a little irritably: "Go back to your respective posts and shut your mouths. I will give you an explanation for this matter no matter what, but in this case Before that, I don’t want any weird legends to spread in the camp.”

"yes!"

Retreat subordinates.

Ivan sat on the ground a little weakly: "Fulk, I have to admit that you are right, I can't just go to the adults like this."

Fulk said tentatively: "I heard that the man-eating beast ate more than one person."

"Yes, more than one, even more than a dozen."

Ivan stood up: "Brother, help me carry Senmut to the camp. We have to prepare a less shabby funeral for him."

Fulk nodded.

None of them doubted that the legend was false, because it was perfectly normal for a monster like Veneto to eat people.

This is in line with their understanding.

Like a corpse that has been chewed to death in a circus, the killer is either a lion or a tiger.

Saladin's camp.

The elderly Saracen king raised his calm eyes and asked his most trusted nephew: "Have you found the source of the rumors?"

"It's a businessman. When I went to find him this morning, I found that he had disappeared."

Takidin was a little irritable.

What's the most vicious thing about rumors?

It is Saladin who is raising a man-eating beast in order to win!

This was nothing to a Saracen lord like Rauf the Impaler.

But this was definitely a huge blow to Saladin, who had been showing himself as a morally perfect person for many years.

The knights of the Catholic Church pay attention to "chivalry", and the Saracens also pay attention to "honesty, self-denial, forgiveness, and kindness." Over the years, Saladin's status has gradually been deified, which is incompatible with his poverty, integrity, fair and open-minded style. It doesn't matter.

It is true that Saladin was by no means morally perfect.

A foreigner could quickly take over Egypt and usurp the Zangi dynasty of his overlord Nur al-Din, becoming the ruler of the Zoroastrian world second only to the Sassanid king.

If such a person were a moral model, Saleh, who was imprisoned in Aleppo, would definitely be angry to death.

Saladin was undoubtedly a hero.

But after so many years, even if he is pretending, the value of this pretended image is immeasurable.

As a foreigner with no "legal authority", if Saladin was really like the Sasanian King of Kings, who kept a large number of pagan prostitutes and eunuchs in the palace, the dynasty he established by himself might have been destroyed by now. All around.

"Oh, businessman."

Saladin couldn't help but laugh and said: "A businessman with such a clever eloquence has fermented rumors to such an extent in just one morning. It seems that my military camp has long been infiltrated by the enemy into a sieve." .”

Takidin said hurriedly: "Don't worry, my king, there will definitely be no problems with the Chinese army camp guarded by the Kasaji Guards."

"I never doubted that."

Saladin shook his head. He had been assassinated by Assassin many times, and he still valued personal safety. After receiving the help of Master Shemail and other spellcasters, the defense of the Chinese army camp where he lived was even better than before. Be strict.

"Counting the time, Adil should have started to march, right?"

"Yes, proceed by land and water. In a day or two, the Crusaders should receive the news."

Saladin nodded and said: "Monitor the enemy's movements. If there is any change, notify me immediately."

"My king, regarding the rumors... do you want the people below to shut up?"

"Need not."

Saladin shook his head: "The more forbidden many things are, the more curious they become. Even if they don't say it, their hearts will be full of daydreams - just like wine, many people are not interested in it originally, but when taught When France banned alcohol, being able to drink the so-called 'fermented grape juice' became a proud privilege for the upper classes."

There was no irony in Saladin's eyes.

Although he is a devout Zoroastrian in every aspect.

But for any qualified ruler, religion is just a tool.

Takidin was silent for a while and nodded: "I have to admit that what you said is right. In Egypt, many princes and nobles are secretly using pagan customs. They are fond of astrology, alchemy, and some even secretly converted to Copticism. teach."

Copticism is a branch of the Eastern Orthodox Church (including the Armenian Apostolic Church, etc.). It broke with the Orthodox Church in Constantinople six hundred years ago. It still exists widely in Egypt and the Abyssinian region in the south.

The Saracens, or Egypt under the rule of the Arabs, did not force pagans to convert. This was considered the consistent practice of Zoroastrianism. In fact, many Saracen lords were not happy for pagans to convert.

This meant they could no longer impose the Infidel Tax (an additional tax on infidels).

But this does not include the ruling class.

"So, don't worry about some rumors. All conspiracies and conspiracies always seem so insignificant in the face of the grand momentum."

Saladin was calm.

As long as he can win this battle and take back the Holy Land, he will be the uncrowned king of the entire Zoroastrian world. He is more qualified to lead the entire Zoroastrian world than the Sassanid King with no name. Some mere rumors are nothing more than ringworm.

If you lose.

No.

"This time, I won't lose."

Saladin silently walked out of the tent, and the Nubian slave behind him immediately held up a big umbrella and followed him respectfully.

"Takidin, prepare a team of troops. I want to inspect the camp myself."

He turned over and jumped onto the horse's back, his expression grim.

From the beginning to the end, he had no intention of asking Master Shemeier whether Toller had done this.

Eighty percent not.

Even if it is the remaining 20%, it cannot be.

Toller didn't know what happened last night. He lived in a tent outside the dragon circle.

This is a very large open space. Coors was worried that he would be smelled by the Karelian fire dragon, so he did not approach it at all.

at this time.

Torle was putting a whole sheep in front of the Karelian Fire Dragon with a flattering smile on his face.

This giant dragon from the far north opened its eyelids lazily, then quickly closed them, and blew out two puffs of gunpowder smoke filled with the smell of sulfur from its nostrils.

Thorle understood immediately, opened his mouth and sprayed out orange dragon flames.

It's just that the temperature of Longyan is probably not high. After a few minutes, the whole sheep was roasted until it was half-cooked.

The fire dragon then opened its mouth, rolled the sheep into its mouth with its tongue like a giant python, and swallowed it whole into its stomach with just one bite - the Karelian fire dragon's appetite was so great that this giant dragon every year Have to sleep most of the time.

In fact, although this kind of giant dragon has a bad temper, it has a rather homely personality and will not easily leave its territory. If it didn't have this habit, it would probably chew up even the stones in its territory.

This demonstrates Anna's cleverness in raising a sea dragon.

Although since Anna raised the sea dragon Neeko, it has been difficult for fishermen near the Sea of ​​Marmara to catch big fish, but at least Neeko can hunt on her own and not become a gold-eating giant like the fire dragon in front of her.

There is far more plentiful food on the seabed than on land.

Even the fire dragon often dives into the sea to eat and has good swimming skills.

Thorle stretched out his hand and tentatively touched the scales of the fire dragon. Seeing that it was not angry, he couldn't help but feel a little secretive in his heart.

The blood of the Karelian Fire Dragon was the source of his power, so since then, he has developed a special bond with this Fire Dragon.

To be precise, it's more like a one-sided dog-licking. If the dragon treats him a little better, he will feel sincerely happy.

This is one of the reasons why Master Shemeier is willing to entrust his companions to Toller.

Only Tuoerle would try his best to make it happy.

"it's him!"

"Put your things down and run away!"

In the distance, there was a whisper.

Toller looked back with some doubts.

However, they discovered that it was actually the group of servants transporting livestock. When these people saw Toller looking over, they no longer cared about etiquette. They pushed the cart forward and quickly turned and ran away as if they had seen a ghost.

"A bunch of cowards."

Thorle snorted coldly: "How can humble humans appreciate the beauty of a giant dragon?"

He looked at the half-asleep fire dragon again, his eyes full of reverence, and he began to busily transport the cattle and sheep in the vehicle, roast them one by one with dragon fire, and pile them in front of the dragon - this took a lot of effort on his part. In terms of strength, his dragon flames are not only low in temperature, close to each other, but also have limited endurance.

But perhaps because of the unique sulfur smell of the Karelian fire dragon, the fire dragon just liked this one.

What can he do?

Of course I pet (lick) it!

…

In Lothar's barracks.

"Saladin's back-up plan is here."

Lothar held the coat of arms in his hand, opposite Andreas, and could vaguely hear Muller's impassioned pre-war speech.

The attack on Ella Port was something he expected.

Although Saladin's fleet in Egypt was mainly concentrated in the north, the lords of Yemen, Hashem and other places were all Saladin's vassals.

It would not be difficult for Saladin to form a fleet to attack the Port of Ella.

Furthermore, Leonard can sail on dry land, so there’s no reason why Adil can’t.

But he can't provide much help now. He can only hope that the firepower of Siegfried Tower is strong enough, the town guards and militia are brave enough, and that after Captain Hogg has weakened the enemy, the enemy's strength is weak enough.

Just after encouraging Andreas, a new communication came in.

On the other side was Cellinina's voice.

"My lord, Adil has launched an attack."

"Where are you now?"

"I have left Gaza and am ready to infiltrate the enemy camp."

Lothar frowned and said, "Have you confirmed the location of the target?"

"Not yet, that's exactly what I'm going to do next."

"Be careful, Nina. The Dark Shadow's power in Egypt is very weak, and I can't give you any help. You put your own safety first."

Lothar warned that compared to Coors' almost perfect stealth ability, Chelinina's combat power was undoubtedly stronger, but in terms of stealth, he really had no confidence.

And the spellcasters in this world have all kinds of strange methods. Even if they have the weakness of blocking magic gold, they are still not easy to deal with.

"I know."

The voice on the other side was very calm, with no emotion audible.

"Flynn misses you."

"Me too."

The person on the other side was silent for a moment, and then said: "I miss you too, please don't worry, I will go back safely."

Hang up communication.

"I miss you too, tsk, that's so sweet."

Anna's teasing voice followed closely.

To connect to the communication, it had to be relayed through her. No important news could be hidden from her.

Lothar said helplessly: "Okay, I'm not in the mood to joke with you. Thank you for taking the time to help out of your busy schedule."

"You're welcome. I can't help you fight, but there's no problem in transferring communications. If you suffer a defeat, remember to come to me and I'll arrange a powerful official rank for you."

Lothar couldn't help laughing and said: "Don't worry, I will definitely do it."

"When the time comes, look up to Her Royal Highness Anna and your Majesty the Queen."

"uh-huh."

"If nothing happens..."

Anna suddenly remembered something and said angrily: "Wait a minute, remember to take care of Nisaya for me. I told this silly girl not to go to the battlefield with you."

Lothar nodded and said: "Don't worry, I will ensure her safety."

Communication was completely cut off this time.

Lothar sat on the chair, took a breath, gathered her thoughts and walked out of the camp.

There is a second duel today.

But compared with the upcoming war in Gaza and the Port of Ella, this is just like playing house.

"Saladin must be waiting for news too."

Lothar looked solemn. The confrontation on the battlefield was like a process in which both sides kept putting weight on a scale.

If either Gaza or the Port of Ella were breached, the Crusaders' military morale would be shaken.

The vassals and soldiers of Transjordan would urge him to lead his troops back to rescue the territory.

But there is absolutely no way Raymond and others can just sit back and watch him leave.

The result can only be that the two sides reach a compromise and start a decisive battle with the opposite Saracen army as soon as possible. After victory, the entire army will return to support.

But when the two sides confront each other, whichever side is in a hurry will lose the upper hand.

Even if Lothar is not in a hurry, he is upright and upright, and is willing to give up his territory.

The morale of the soldiers will also be shaken.

People worry about whether their holy sites or their hometowns will be attacked.

Don’t forget, the gateway to Gaza is only a two-day march from Jerusalem.