Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 66 Time Passes

The scorching summer seemed to be endless. In Karak Castle in Moab, the patrol team sent out by Reynard had been sending back good news one after another.

To be honest, if the Cavaliers were asked to check the accounts, they actually don't have the ability to do so.

After all, although knights were generally educated and there were not many illiterate people, this was far from enough to make them accountants, even medieval accountants.

Therefore, the knights who were sent out had a clear understanding of their own positions.

This group of people just went there to cause trouble and extort money.

In order to prepare for the war next year, Reynard was not satisfied with the past taxes, so he wanted to change the way he squeezed out some money from the tax farmers. As for how the tax farmers would make up for the money that was squeezed out, Reynard didn't care.

After so many days, the knights had reaped a lot of rewards, but Reynald still had a frown on his face.

Because the largest team, the two hundred people led by Eric, seemed to have disappeared into the sea, and no news was sent back at all.

Until one day, news came that in this gloomy castle, Reynald's face gradually became distorted, and the golden cup in his hand also became deformed.

Eric!
It would have been fine if that guy died, but he actually killed all 200 people!

Even though Reynald was the lord of Transjordan, he could at least recruit an army of 3,000 people from the entire territory, and sometimes more than 4,000.

But this does not mean that he can turn a blind eye to the loss of those 200 people!

Heart is bleeding.

These 200 people were not serfs randomly picked from the land, at the very least they were freemen in his manor. They would receive certain military training every year and could bring their own weapons to participate in the war. They were the cornerstone of the Crusader Lords' rule over the land of Transjordan!

If they died in the battle against Saladin, Reynald wouldn't even blink an eye, but if they went to rob a tax farmer, they would be wiped out...

Eric, that loser, why doesn't he just die!

No, that bastard is dead now!
Damn it! Damn it!
After suppressing his impotent rage, Leonard continued to ask in the deserted castle.

"Who did it?"

A voice came from the shadows behind him: "I heard that someone from the House of Anjou authorized the farmers there to resist taxes, and they have already broken into the mansion of the local tax farmer."

"Anjou?" Reynald gritted his teeth.

"There is no other Anjou in this country. The only remaining Anjou in this country is sitting on the cursed throne!"

"Perhaps, it won't be long before there will be no more Anjou in this country..."

Hearing Reynald say that the throne was cursed, the man in the shadow chuckled, and then he continued.

"Reynald, but what if there really is a second Anjou in Jerusalem?"

"No way. No way."

By repeating the same words twice, Leonard was no longer trying to convince others, but to comfort himself.

Compared with Jerusalem and the second Anjou, the loss of 200 people due to a few villages not paying taxes seemed like a trivial matter and was not worth mentioning.

"Don't be too absolute about some things. Any careful plan will have loopholes during execution. The key is how to remedy it, rather than just denying it blindly."

The words coming out of the shadow were quite coherent and the voice sounded particularly pleasant.

Perhaps he had figured it out. Leonard sighed and said, "Brother, help me get rid of that man, no matter what the cost..."

"As you wish, Brother Reynard... I will report the situation to the headquarters right away."

"Deus vult."

"It is God's will." The first sentence is in Latin and the second sentence is in French.

……

Summer goes and autumn comes, time flows like a river and cannot be recovered.

After two months of scorching sun, the land of Palestine finally welcomed its first autumn rain.

Different from the rainstorm in late spring, this autumn rain is more like silk threads, continuous and endless, nourishing the earth for a long time.

The Middle East, from the Mesopotamians to the Red Sea, from Asia Minor to the Nile, had not yet fallen into the state of desertification at the end of the 12th century, and was therefore far richer than Western Europe itself.

Trade routes from Mecca, Cairo, Baghdad, Syria, Quanzhou, Lin'an... converge in Jerusalem, which is the last transit point of the Maritime Silk Road before reaching Europe.

And many of them have to pass through the land of Jordan.

Even though the Crusader Lord here, Reynald, is a dishonest guy, after all, fortune and wealth are sought in danger, and many caravans have no better choice.

But for Zayd, although he had never encountered extortion or robbery by Reynard, he did run into the dreaded Bedouin bandits.

Unity of belief does not mean that you will be shown mercy.

These Bedouin nomadic tribes living on the edge of the desert have long been assimilated into the harsh living environment, and they have hearts as ruthless as the vast expanse of yellow sand.

Zayed gave the order, asking everyone to use camels and horse-drawn carriages to form a barrier to separate the enemy and our side.

He kept shouting loudly, hoping to communicate with the Bedouins outside the fortress.

For a businessman like him, it would be a great deal if he could just hand over a portion of his goods in exchange for the Bedouin's permission to pass.

But, perhaps because the other party was too greedy, the offer made by Zayed was not attractive to the Bedouins outside the barrier.

The Bedouins wanted a lot, perhaps all for this caravan.

This is obviously unacceptable to Zayed and others.

As time passed, during the confrontation between the caravan and the bandits, many Bedouins arrived here.

The news of the arrival of the fat sheep had been passed back to their tribe or other tribes by the Bedouins.

This is not good...

After all, Zayed and his men were unfamiliar with the place and could not count on any reinforcements, but the Bedouins might come in an endless stream.

However, just when Zayd was about to launch the first attack and seek a breakthrough.

There was a scream, floating through the rain.

"what!"

People with sharp eyes followed the direction of the sound and looked west through the drizzle.

Then I saw a blurry figure holding a sword, and a body had fallen beside him.

No one realized how he ended up there, and no one could understand why he killed people.

In short, with the scream of the dead man, he became the focus of the scene.

But he was not afraid and spoke loudly instead.

"This is the territory of the Kingdom of Jerusalem. All acts of looting are prohibited."

　The second volume has begun... Then at 12 o'clock sharp I will post a single chapter and announce the winning numbers. Note that it is not an update
　　
　
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