People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 113 Double Kings Club

Under the sunlight, the metal gun tip reflected a breathtaking brilliance.

Swallowtail flags and square flags of different colors fluttered in the air.

Irises, standing lions, giant bears, red dragons, and various unnamed patterns, crosses of various colors
At the head of Kaleburg, the defenders who were already numb and desperate were stunned for a moment, and then there were deafening cheers.

"The reinforcements are here!"

"We are saved!"

Baron Humphrey of Torun, riding a tall horse, came to the position next to Lothar. He is the chief of the palace, and he has a team of more than [-] knights and more than [-] armored cavalry under his command.

He said loudly: "Baron Lothar, the Saracens don't seem to know we're coming. It's a rare opportunity. Do you want to rush first?"

A helpless feeling of "hearing the serious speech of the pig teammate" emerged in Lothar's heart.

Along the way, there are Saracens scouts and falcons hovering in the sky.

He really wanted to ask Baron Humphrey, who gave you the confidence to say "the Saracens didn't know we were coming"?
Lothar managed to squeeze out a polite smile: "Sir Humphrey, the follow-up army has not yet launched, and I cannot give the order to charge until I get the order from His Majesty."

Amalric taunted loudly: "Baron Lothar, don't you think you are the champion knight of Jerusalem? Is your courage only useful in the duel?"

Lothar had no expression on his face. He raised one hand, making a gesture to take off the chain armor gloves.

Amalric's face darkened, he hummed, and retreated to the knight team on his side.

"Are these idiots filled with poop?"

Lothar muttered under his breath.

Many crusader aristocrats still had an impression of the Saracens army as before Saladin's military reforms.

Who knows that the Gulam cavalry that their ancestors fought against is absolutely incomparable with the current Mamluk cavalry.

Outside the seemingly undefended camp below.

There must be a lot of horse traps and caltrops in ambush, and a lot of crossbowmen are deployed in the camp...

Lothar has a 800% probability that as long as he dares to order a charge, this [-]-man heavy cavalry will definitely be wiped out here.

It can't even lift the slightest splash.

This battle has not yet begun, it can already be declared over.

Lothar looked back.

The sky is full of smoke and dust, and the sky is covered by flags.

Boundless and densely packed, the crusaders are slowly spreading their formation and approaching here.

Heavy footsteps sounded like drumbeats.

Walking at the forefront were sergeants of the Royal Knights and Jerusalem Knights in neat formations, wearing red, white and dark blue burqas.

More than [-] Varangian guards each carried a large shield and held two-handed axes, standing at the forefront of the team.

The fighting monks in white robes, holding hammers and heavy crosses followed closely behind.

These priests are by no means weak and powerless, they are good at using weapons to carry out "physical missions". Many of them have encountered robbers and robbers on the missionary road, and they have rich combat experience.

Uldin was also among the ranks of these battle monks, and he also played the role of a commander with a high status. He wore heavy chain armor and held a bible wrapped with iron chains in his hand, fighting on foot.

Baldwin IV stated that he wanted to promote Urdin to the regional archbishop, and even the high position of the Patriarch of Jerusalem.

This requires him to make enough contributions.

In the rear, the mercenary light cavalry were patrolling around the team. They were the eyes and ears of the crusaders, keeping an eye on all movements around them at any time.

The light infantry using crossbows and slings lined up in a loose and messy formation, walking in the gap between more than ten large square formations in the center.

...

In the camp at the foot of the mountain.

In the tall tents, there are hidden cavalry in full armor.

Zahir stood behind the camp, surrounded by light infantry hiding behind wooden walls with bows and arrows in hand.

He looked at Lothar standing on the hillside, holding a square flag and riding a gun from afar, with a complicated expression on his face.

"Zahir, do you want to wash away your shame?"

Adil rode a black horse and slowly came to him.

"Are you here to humiliate me?"

Adil shook his head and said, "No, Zahir, I plan to give you command of a cavalry under my command."

Zahir was shocked: "You are so kind?"

Adil smiled and said: "You are my nephew after all, and the Mamluks under your command are actually not weak in combat; let's fight this Baron Lothar again. This time, I hope you will not commit the crime of arrogance again gone."

Zahir's face turned red: "I will, this time, I must capture him alive, and get back all the money he extorted from me!"

Adil turned his head slightly, with a smile on his face, he whispered: "Zahir, you have taken advantage of me, should you thank me?"

Zahir said bluntly: "Bah, Aleppo should belong to me. The army you gave me was originally raised with my taxes and my population."

Adil didn't think it was disobedient: "Finally, I still have some brains."

He is about to step down as the governor of Syria and transfer to the governor of Egypt. The army of Aleppo should indeed be returned to Zahir.

Orders galloped past the camp on fast horses.

"My king has an order: the Franks have seen through our plot, get out, everyone, prepare to go out and fight the Franks!"

On the hillside, there are more and more crusaders.

They occupied the favorable terrain of the high ground, but encountered no obstacles.

Since they had gotten a good rest yesterday, and they carried sufficient luggage, the Crusaders didn't consume much physical strength on their way.

Lothar turned his head, and immediately saw Baldwin IV riding a war horse, wearing a gold crown, silver face, holding a gorgeous sword with a scabbard inlaid with various gemstones, and leading Belian and other personal knights to the battle Fly ahead.

"Your Majesty wants to negotiate with heretics?"

"There is nothing to talk about. Only dead heretics are good heretics."

"It's nothing to talk about. It would be great if Saladin could just retreat."

The knights whispered.

Lothar stared down the hillside at the Saracens camp.

I saw a group of Mamluk cavalry in black scale armor and horse harness, surrounded by a man in plain clothes and only wearing a black turban, and greeted Baldwin IV.

That should be Saladin.

He was wearing a brown coat called Kazahan, which was a kind of cloth face armor. It looked like a gorgeous outer robe, but in fact, there were two layers of chain armor inside, with amazing defensive power.

It is said that this cloth mask saved Saladin's life when he encountered the Assassin assassins.

The two kings stood facing each other at the foot of the hill under the eyes of the crowd.

They each escaped from the guarding knights and ran towards each other.

"Good day, King Baldwin."

Saladin looked at this opponent wearing a silver mask. He was 24 years older than the opponent, but he felt like a fateful enemy in his heart.

"Good day, King Saladin."

Baldwin IV raised his hand and made a sign of the cross in front of him.

He sat firmly on the horseback and asked in a gentle tone: "King Saladin, I don't know why you want to break the contract we made in the past and start a frontier quarrel?"

Saladin said in a deep voice: "You should ask your confidant general, the villain who should have been hanged on the gallows by King Nur al-Din 20 years ago."

"Earl Leonard has repeatedly attacked the caravan. This is his fault. I will punish him, but the lords under your command also have many pilgrim teams who have attacked us."

Baldwin IV's voice paused slightly, and he continued: "Using such a reason to start a war with tens of thousands of casualties, King Saladin, this is not the way of a king."

The smile on Saladin's face was a bit bitter: "Indeed, but King Baldwin, you and I have unspeakable difficulties. This battle is inevitable, even if it is not in the way of a king."

Baldwin IV was silent for a moment. He knew that Saladin was telling the truth. In the name of Jihad, the continuous integration of Zoroastrian forces also meant that he had to recover Jerusalem.

Once he expressed the intention of retreating, the "famous teachers" when he unified the scattered Saracen forces immediately turned into seeds of rebellion.

He nodded and said, "In that case, let Heavenly Father decide where Jerusalem should belong."

Saladin put his hand on his chest: "May the holy fire protect your soul."

Baldwin IV nodded and said, "May Heavenly Father bless you, king of the heretics."

The two kings bid farewell to each other, led the guards, and rushed back to their respective camps.

After a while, there was news that the army was preparing for battle.

(End of this chapter)