People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 43 The Return
This battle never ended.

In fact, when the enemy discovered that Lothar and his party did not carry a carriage and camel team full of gold and silver treasures at all, they had already retreated.

The reason why they still came forward was just to try to extort some property.

This is an era when the big fish eat the small fish.

At any time and in any battle, the cost-effectiveness of input and output must be considered.

If he loses too many cronies, it is likely that his position will be shaken, and the benefits will be very little.

In addition, there may be a back and forth attack by reinforcements sent by Savudin.

The enemy still took the initiative to retreat.

When Lothar asked him to sign up, he didn't dare to answer the question to show that this was not a reckless guy who would ignore it as soon as his head got hot.

"Lothar, at this time, absolutely cannot choose to hand over our wealth."

"In this desert, there is no morality or any norms that can restrain your enemies. Handing over your wealth will not only make the enemies stop, but will expose your weakness and deception."

Abdullah walked alongside Lothar, teaching him by example.

Lothar made inferences and said: "It will also greatly dampen the morale of the soldiers. One will change. Even if we originally planned to let us go, the enemy may change their mind."

"That's right!"

Time, two full days passed.

They bypassed Irbid, where Savodin himself was stationed, and chose a longer and less traveled road to avoid possible enemies.

Lothar didn't have the confidence to meet Savodin again, and to get away with it in front of him.

"Passing this hill, Kymont is ahead."

Abdullah stopped before a sand dune, smiling.

Lothar's expression was a bit complicated: "Are you guys leaving?"

Abdullah nodded: "Holy fire, Lord Lothar, it is my honor to fight side by side with you. If after this time... I still have my life, I may choose to take the boys to join you .”

After he finished speaking, he added with a smile: "I hope you already had a rich enough fief at that time, because the young men under my command need a lot of salary."

"I promise I will."

Lothar patted Abdullah on the shoulder, looked at the Kurdish cavalry behind him, and said sincerely:
"You are the bravest and best cavalry I have ever seen. I am proud to have served as your commander, and I sincerely wish you all the best in your trip."

He rubbed his shoulder with his right hand and nodded slightly: "May the heavenly father bless you, and the holy fire will burn forever."

The Kurdish cavalry returned their salute with their hands on their shoulders.

During this time, they also got along very well with Lothar.

This changed their original stereotype of the crusader nobles.

Of course, as Lothar performed the mysterious "witchcraft", the Kurdish cavalry's feelings towards Lothar became three points of favor and seven points of fear.

Abdullah was a little moved, but he laughed and said, "Lothar, you pray to two gods one after another, which is not pious at all."

Lothar smiled and said, "Maybe, my god and your god are actually the same god? After all, they are both creators."

"maybe."

Abdullah was noncommittal about Lothar's blasphemy.

He left Lothar's side, nodded to Hans, then looked at the two "witches", and stroked their shoulders one by one.

"Goodbye, two honorable ladies."

"Farewell, brave and hardworking squire."

Hans hastily returned the salute.

I was a little flattered at first, but when I heard the word "hardworking", I couldn't help feeling a bit of resentment.

Could it be that I follow the lord, just doing odd jobs?

He looked at Lothar for the last time, a smile appeared on his sun-tanned face, and his teeth were dazzlingly white.

Immediately, the cavalry slowly left one by one.

Lothar watched the backs of Abdullah and a group of Kurdish cavalry going away, as if watching Gao Jianli, who was assassinated by Jing Ke, on the banks of the Yishui River.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

Just a few dozen cavalry, how many waves can they cause in Syria, where there are [-] troops sitting in town?

Even though the 1 army is only an approximation, even if it is divided by ten times, there are only [-] people, which is still not a giant that can be shaken by a mere few dozen cavalry.

"This is a group of respectable warriors. Their loyalty to their monarch is better than most knights in this era."

Hans was full of emotion.

Lothar patted Hans on the shoulder: "You have worked hard these few days."

Hans nodded approvingly: "Indeed, my lord. You have entrusted me with all the rough work. I have to set up two tents and feed eight horses by myself. I sincerely hope that you can find some companions for me as soon as possible." .”

Lothar's face darkened.

unlucky!

Didn't this kid curse me that I can only draw one star card in the future?
"Come on, I will help you too!"

After all, without waiting for him to refute, Lothar said: "Quicken your pace, let's go to the city to rest."

The thing he wants most right now is to take a cold shower.

He hadn't showered for nearly a week. He trekked under the scorching sun every day, even with the small air conditioner like Prajna to cool him down, he was often sweating profusely.

Kymont is a somewhat run-down frontier city.

The wall, due to years of disrepair, has peeled off large pieces of wall skin.

Occasionally, passing caravans enter the city, and they only stop for a while before going deep into the inland.

There are no fountains in the city, only a dirty drainage ditch running through the center of the city, with a thick layer of slippery dirt accumulated in it, which smells like a dry toilet that has been exposed to the sun.

It is located on the northeastern frontier of the Kingdom of Jerusalem, and to the north is the former Principality of Antioch, now the Syrian Governor-General of the Ayyubid Kingdom.

as a gateway city.

This place is always facing Saladin's [-] troops in the north, so even the lord of this city abandoned his fief and went to the royal palace in Jerusalem to serve as the head of the stable.

in the tavern.

A few guests were drinking wine.

Lothar and his party pushed the door open, and the two female relatives took the lead in finding a corner to sit down, while Lothar and Hans came to the bar.

Someone joked with a smile: "Ha, two noble knights, they actually sat at the same wine table with us, do you want to have a drink together?"

Lothar showed a humble and polite smile: "Of course, I treat you."

As he spoke, he popped out a silver coin with his fingers.

"Give these guys, me and my companion a glass of ale."

"Thank you, generous lord!"

"Father bless you, my lord knight."

The guests are smiling.

Lothar popped out two more silver coins and pressed them on the table: "Prepare two clean rooms, and there are enough bathtubs for four people to take a bath separately."

After all, he looked at the guests.

"Gentlemen, has anything unusual happened in the Holy Land these days?"

The guests looked at each other, not quite sure what was considered rare.

Does the knight master also want to hear the gossip about the stonemason's woman in the next door who put a strong green hat on her husband when he was out?
At this time, someone who seemed to be well-informed stood up and said, "Master Knight, you are a German, aren't you?"

Lothar nodded and said: "Yes, I am Lothar of Allgau, from Switzerland in Swabia."

The man said: "Yesterday, I heard from a businessman that your emperor fought with the Lombards on the Apennine Peninsula."

"It is said that because the Lombards disregarded the emperor's order and resisted paying the crusader tax, the emperor couldn't bear it, so he decided to attack them."

"Ah this."

Lothar couldn't believe it.

This Emperor Henry was not as ambitious as the famous red-bearded Frederick the Great at the same time in history.

His attitude towards the domestic princes, especially the northern Apennine princes who were already separated from Greater Germania by an Alps, has always been quite soft.

Why is it that at this critical moment when the relationship with the Pope is about to ease, the style of painting changes suddenly, and thunder is about to be used?

Someone said worriedly: "It seems that the German Crusaders may take a long time to come."

"It's really a big deal."

Lothar nodded, raised his glass and took a big gulp of ale. The ale in this tavern has a slight bitterness and malt aroma, and its degree is negligible. It is a magic weapon to quench thirst.

The man said again: "Besides that, there is Belian of Ibelin, who is said to be dueling with Guy of Lusignan."

Speaking of this, his face was beaming, as if he had experienced it himself: "Both of them fell under the skirt of Princess Sibilla, and in order to compete for who is more suitable to be the husband-in-law of Her Royal Highness, they decided to meet in three days. , a fair duel of knights in Jerusalem."

(End of this chapter)