People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 8 The Widow and the Queen

In the blink of an eye, Lothar was as close as 200 meters to the enemy.

He could even clearly see the dirty, greasy, messy beard on the other person's face.

Black eyes, black hair and beard.

This is Hungarian?

He slammed into the horse's belly, and the Nisaan warhorse gradually changed from a slow trot to a violent charge.

There was the whistling of the wind and the rumbling of hooves.

The moment he was about to intersect with the enemy, the cavalry spear stabbed out, and the sharp point of the spear directly pierced the chest of the cavalryman on the left, flying him violently.

The violent impact made Lothar's arms numb.

But he breathed a sigh of relief.

This light cavalry soldier, who was only wearing a jacket, was not only much inferior to him in terms of weapons and equipment, but his combat skills were also quite ordinary. It seemed that he was not a formidable opponent.

Blood trickled down the barrel of the gun.

Lothar dropped the lance, let it fall to the ground along with the body of the dead cavalryman, pulled out the armed sword on the saddle, and swung it at another cavalryman.

Keng.

The enemy's saber cut on the shield, leaving only a shallow mark on it.

The two sides passed by.

Lothar turned his horse's head and rushed towards the cavalry again, but this man saw his companion die in just a moment, with a look of horror on his face.

He only dared to swim aside, and didn't dare to rush up to fight him again.

Lothar had no intention of chasing him either. Even if the speed of Nisaan's horse was higher than that of the opponent, it was still slightly faster than the opponent's mount, but it would still consume a lot of horsepower to catch up with him.

And behind him, with Prajna in charge, he is not afraid of being stolen.

So, he pulled out the cavalry gun that penetrated the enemy cavalry again, left the cavalry alone, and ran slowly towards the cavalry besieging the convoy.

The blood of the enemy did not make Lothar feel nervous.

There is also no fear and desire to vomit after the first murder described in the novel.

Instead, he felt a strong excitement!

"Could it be that I'm actually a pervert in my bones?"

Before approaching, the enemy separated two cavalry and rushed towards Lothar.

Lothar's eyes were fixed on the enemy rushing towards him at high speed, and the mount under his crotch gradually accelerated from a trot.

Finally, the two sides meet!
Click!

With a loud noise, the lance pierced through the opponent's shield abruptly.

The man was directly knocked into the air by the overwhelming impact, but at the same time, the white beech lance rod also broke.

Lothar threw away the lance and replaced it with an armed sword.

At this time, another cavalryman's attack followed one after another. It was a two-handed spear, which was blocked by him with a shield, which made his wrist numb.

With a backhand sword, he slashed on the opponent's round leather shield, and the two stopped their horses, falling into a close fight.

Lothar was far superior to the opponent in terms of strength and physical strength, and quickly spotted a flaw, piercing the opponent's wrist with the tip of his sword, forcing him to give up the shield in his hand.

Immediately, he cut the opponent's waist open with a backhand sword, and blood and internal organs gushed out, staining the brown hair of the mount under his crotch red.

A hearty feeling made Lothar wish to let out a long howl.

For the first time, he realized: "So I'm so fierce!?"

In the distance, the leader of the cavalry team looked at this scene coldly, said something in a low voice, and immediately four more cavalrymen covered each other and came towards him.

Lothar was fearless, holding a sword and shield, and greeted the enemy.

...

The team's resistance was very tenacious, and the six knights and followers in front of the team, led by the Peacock Knight, launched an effective counterattack.

But the number of enemies is several times that of the knights. In such an open area, the infantry sergeants can only provide limited fire support, and they dare not rush out of the car formation to fight the enemy.

A bearded knight shouted: "Look, it's the righteous man who came to support him. He is like a black lightning bolt! He's coming! Those four bastards can't stop him at all!"

Another knight showed a look of admiration: "It's really powerful. In my opinion, this knight's martial arts can definitely win the first place in the last Vienna Knight Tournament."

The peacock knight's face showed a hint of joy: "Guys, it's time for us to launch a counterattack, so that this group of cavalry will know the gap between knights and cavalry!"

The six knights and their followers lined up, rushing towards the enemy like steel knives.

Three heavily armored knights in full armor were in the middle, and three lightly armed retinues stood aside to cover them. They tucked their lances under their armpits and used the standard gun-clamping charge tactic.

The cavalry who stood in front of them were suddenly torn apart as if they were crushed.

Even the attendants are professional sergeants who have undergone years of training, and their cooperation with their masters is even more tacit.

The leader of the cavalry glanced back at Lothar. The four cavalry surrounded him, and he killed two more cavalry in a blink of an eye.

Where the hell did a Robin Hood come from?

He weighed it, and finally gave the order to retreat.

The cavalry quickly left like an ebb tide, leaving only a dozen corpses and unmanned mounts, pacing back and forth on the grassland.

The system beeps:

Congratulations on reaching the first milestone: your first win.

You got a chance to draw cards of normal quality.

Lothar let out a sigh of relief, and had no intention of pursuing.

These cavalry are more like a group of nomads, with outdated equipment and backward tactics. No matter from which aspect, it is difficult to compare with the knights who have undergone strict military training since childhood.

But enough ants can devour elephants.

A bearded knight squatted on the ground, looked carefully at the body of the dead cavalryman, and said in a deep voice, "It's Magyars (another name for Hungarians), most likely they came in from the border jurisdiction."

The Peacock Knight roared angrily: "Damn Dashmeyer, he actually hired a group of Magyars to attack the Countess. I want to go to the imperial court and report his crimes to His Majesty the Emperor!"

Murder among nobles is really a common occurrence.

The reasons are varied.

But the high probability is for inheritance problems.

For example, if Lothar murders Otto, he will become the first heir to the Earl of Aargau, and it is difficult for ordinary people not to be tempted.

Lothar shook his head: "Without evidence, it may be difficult to sue a powerful earl, not to mention that he is a vassal under the command of a duke."

Lothar knew Dashmeyer, the Duke of Saxony in the north, a vassal under Henry the Lion.

Not all dukes have earls under their command. Although dukes have a higher title than earls, earls in Greater Germania are mostly independent lords directly under the leadership of the emperor.

The so-called vassals of my vassals are not my vassals.

If an earl is loyal to the duke, he no longer has to fulfill his obligations to the emperor. The emperor can only control the duke, but cannot bypass the duke to control his vassals.

The Peacock Knight greeted him with a smile. He took off his helmet, revealing his long golden curly hair: "Thank you for your help, brave knight. Are you from the Habsburg family? I have seen your coat of arms."

Lothar also responded with a smile: "Yes, I am Lothar of Aargau, and my father is Count Werner. This trip is going to pass through the Austrian border area from here, and go south to the Holy Land by boat on the Adriatic Sea. , to participate in this round of the Crusades."

"Ah...so you are a great crusader!"

The knights and attendants immediately stood in awe.

A servant came running from the caravan and called: "Come with me, brave knight, for your valor, the Countess is calling for you."

Lothar did not refuse, turned over and jumped off the mount, and said to the Peacock Knight: "My attendants are still behind, just let them wait for me when they arrive."

Lothar was quickly led to the center of the carriage.

There stood a lady in a white linen skirt with shawl and long hair.

The lady smiled and said, "I know this coat of arms. I have a good friendship with Count Werner. Who are you from the Habsburg family? Otto or Lothar?"

Lothar said neither humble nor overbearing: "Yes, ma'am, I am the second son of Count Werner, Lothar von Habsburg."

The Countess has a very charming voice, and her appearance can be regarded as outstanding, but if you look carefully, you can find the fine lines around her eyes and dense freckles.

She smiled and said, "I'm Marianne from Augsburg. I'm a widow. Dashmeyer wants to occupy my deceased husband's territory. Don't worry about this attack. I know it was planned by him. He is the only one who has a close relationship with several Hungarian princes."

"Come back with me, Lothar. Argau is a poor place, but its warriors are fierce. Augsburg is rich, but it doesn't have warriors as brave as you. We should form an alliance and exchange what we have. "

Lothar was a little puzzled and said: "Madam, you should go to my father for things like signing a covenant."

The Countess froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Perhaps what I said was not clear enough, I want you to be my husband and become the Earl of Augsburg."

"Frankly speaking, this is a political marriage. I need your family's strength to support me against Dashmeyer."

Lothar frowned.

The countess was a little puzzled: "What are you hesitating about? For the second son of your family, if you marry a rich widow like me, you can immediately get a large dowry and inherit my territory and title. Isn't it your dream?" matter?"

In Europe, noble widows are indeed in demand.

but…

Lothar chuckled softly: "I'm sorry, ma'am, I have no intention of doing this. If I really want to be a badass, I might as well go to Constantinople to win the Queen's favor."

After the death of the former emperor Alexios of the Eastern Empire, the government was controlled by his widow, Empress Lagaia. She claimed that she would give up power when the crown prince came of age.

But this still made her a favorite in the eyes of all nobles.

As long as anyone is favored by the empress, he will immediately be able to make a fortune.

"Bah, wishful thinking!"

The countess spat: "There are too many princes and nobles who want to get close to this rich woman, mercenary chiefs and military generals. Why do you have it?"

Lothar grinned and said with a smile: "Ha, I have a good stomach, and I didn't plan to eat soft rice."

"Oh, you can think clearly. I have a good relationship with several electors. Your Majesty does not have a crown prince. If you want, I can even fight for your right to inherit the throne."

The countess' tone was a bit harsh, and she had many suitors. She was willing to choose Lothar because of his high martial arts skills and outstanding appearance, but more because she wanted to use the power of the Habsburg family.

Although Count Werner lives in Switzerland, he is not an unknown person in the empire. When the emperor conquered the Slavs, he was appointed as the commander of the imperial army.

"The right to inherit the throne?"

Lothar was silent.

The Great Germanian Empire is against the Holy Roman Empire of Lothar's previous life.

Voltaire's evaluation of Shenluo: "neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire", although biased, is also reasonable.

For example, at this time, Emperor Henry of the Hohenstaufen family, who ruled Greater Germania, did not have much advantage over the territories under his direct control compared with the several great princes of the empire.

Although the Great Germanian Empire in this period had a vast territory, the emperor's income was probably less than one tenth of that of the Queen of the Eastern Empire.

You must know that the Eastern Empire has now declined beyond belief, and the interior of Asia Minor has basically been completely lost. The Bulgarians in the north sometimes rebelled and sometimes went south to plunder.

The Peloponnia peninsula is also frequently harassed by the Normans and North African pirates.

Even under such circumstances, the Eastern Empire is still far richer than Greater Germania.

Strong branches and weak stems have always been an important problem plaguing Germania Greater.

Fortunately, Great Germania has not yet fallen to the point where the Golden Seal Edict was promulgated, expressly stipulating that the emperor should be jointly elected by seven electors.

Although the electoral system is a tradition inherited from the tribal era, it has not yet been deeply rooted, and there is still salvation.

So the question is, do you want to eat this soft rice?

(End of this chapter)