Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 305 Me?
In the year 1191 of the Chinese calendar, in the Sultanate of Rum, on the ancient Anatolian Road, the sun was scorching hot.

What was steaming in the sky was not a heat wave, but rather molten gold poured down by the gods, and even the earth began to groan.

Compared with the power of this earth, human power is nothing.

The first thing Yusuf did when he reacted was to try to pull the camel.

This once magnificent church is now only in ruins, and most of the caravan members and camels are hiding in the shade behind the walls.

Those seemingly solid walls have now become the sword of Damocles and may collapse again at any time.

The humans were not so bad. They were able to react to the shouts of the Franks and Yusuf, and fled in panic towards the open space outside the ruins.

The camels, in their panic, followed their nature. They refused to listen to human commands and either fled randomly or knelt by the wall and refused to leave.

Faced with such a stubborn person, after trying twice, Yusuf couldn't help but abandon Shancai for a while.

Just as he turned around and was about to abandon the two camels and escape alone, the Frank noticed this.

Without saying a word, he rushed in, grabbed the two reins, and started dragging him out forcefully.

Just as Yusuf was about to speak out to stop the other party's behavior, the two camels, which weighed almost a ton together with their cargo, showed a very human look of panic.

The camel, which was kneeling on the ground calmly, started to slide on the ground due to the force exerted by the Franks!
Faced with such a huge force that was incompatible with the tiny human body, the camels were shocked. In addition, being dragged and sliding was really uncomfortable. They stood up reluctantly and felt the irresistible force more clearly.

The camel was pulled out of the ruins at a rapid speed, with such force that the reins were about to break one by one.

As for Yusuf, he didn't even have time to be amazed for a moment, and hurriedly crawled away from this dangerous place.

Shortly after they left, they saw the wall behind them collapse.

"Thanks……"

"Well, it should be."

After a few greetings, groans were heard again from the side, and everyone rushed to rescue the injured.

When everyone was safe, the sound of horse hooves from the west slowed down.

A small group of lightly armored cavalry appeared before the horrified crowd.

Leading the group was a Turkic rider, with a lean and strong build, a resolute face, and skin that had turned a deep wheat color from the baptism of wind, sand and scorching sun.

After noticing someone in the rubble, the other person reached for the knife.

Before the panic of the earthquake had passed, the situation fell into another crisis.

Although the difference in numbers between the two sides was not large, Yusuf's caravan had just escaped from the ruins of the church and had no time to organize a defense. Faced with the riders who were ready to charge, they seemed to have no choice but to surrender for a while.

Fortunately, the other party did not rush to launch an attack, but turned around and greeted loudly in Turkic.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Caravan!"

Yusuf quickly responded that he hoped that the Turks would abide by some rules.

According to the rules, no matter how the tribesmen make a living by looting, they should not attack the caravans directly.

After all, if they attacked the caravan, they would have a bad reputation. How would they find someone to sell the looted goods? And how would they purchase the things they needed? "Where is the caravan going?"

When the other party asked this question, Yusuf was confused for a moment and did not dare to answer directly.

Anatolia is not a kind place these days.

The main forces in the entire Anatolia region today, apart from Georgia and Armenia, include the Roman Empire and the Sultanate of Rum which occupied Roman land.

The Sultanate of Rum was actually a state established by the Seljuk Turks on Anatolian soil. The word Rum is Anatolia in Arabic, meaning Rome itself.

The Sultanate of Rum is now at its peak and dominates this plateau.

However, Georgia, where their caravan was heading, was increasingly in conflict with the Rum Sultanate in terms of diplomatic relations.

Queen Tamara displayed a strength that was inconsistent with her gender, and worked to weaken the Seljuk Turks in Anatolian lands by various means.

Under such circumstances, the Kingdom of Georgia was already at odds with the Sultanate of Roma, so the Turks naturally regarded Georgia as a thorn in their side.

If we tell these people directly that they are going to Georgia, will they be considered as aiding the enemy by these Turks?
Yusuf had a lot of thoughts in his mind for a moment, but just when he was about to lie and say that he and his group were actually going to the current residence of the Sultan of Rom.

The Frank who had saved his camel spoke directly.

"We are from the Second Kingdom and are going to Georgia."

Isn't it so honest?
Sure enough, when the Turks heard that their caravan was heading to Georgia, everyone adjusted their posture, obviously preparing for a fight.

Yusuf licked his cracked lips, and at that moment, he suddenly heard a crisp sound - not an earthquake, but the sound of twenty Turkish scimitars being unsheathed at the same time.

Soon after, the earth also began to cheer for the impending massacre, and the sudden aftershock caught everyone off guard.

Suddenly, yellow sand surged, rock debris flew everywhere, and the land beneath everyone's feet was about to break free from its shackles.

The Turkic war horses were frightened and neighed terribly. Some horses raised their front hooves high and stumbled, nearly throwing off several riders.

Suddenly Yusuf saw a figure flashing before his eyes. The Frank who had just been standing in front of the team was suddenly shot out like a crossbow arrow, crossing a distance of more than ten steps in an instant.

The next moment, his impact force exploded like a human battering ram!

The Frank dropped his shoulders to avoid the flying hooves, and with unstoppable momentum, he slammed into the Turkic leader's horse.

With a loud bang, the warhorse staggered backwards, its hind legs lost balance, and the Turkic leader on the horse was blown away. He fell to the ground with his legs spread out, groaning.

And this is just the beginning.

As for Yusuf, his jaw dropped in shock.

The unarmed Franks relied only on their fists to maneuver and fight with a group of Turks in the gaps left by the aftermath of the earthquake.

The other side, with twenty people, couldn't do anything to him.

A Turkic man who tried to swing a knife had just raised his arm when he was grabbed by the wrist, torn off the saddle and smashed to the ground.

The other rider who was following closely behind had just tried to adjust his balance when the Frank approached him quickly and hit him hard with his shoulder, knocking him to the ground with his horse!

(End of this chapter)