In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

Leonard, who was driving the carriage, looked around uneasily.

The temperature dropped quickly.

After the desert released all the heat, the temperature here has dropped to the point where people can't wait to wrap themselves in a thick sheepskin blanket.

And the Hussars did exactly that.

Their equipment included a leopard, wolf or bearskin cloak to wear over their armor, which they wore to keep out the cold.

Ulm held up his bearskin cloak and wanted to donate it to Lothar, but he refused.

He wasn't afraid of the cold.

Having mastered blood magic, he is no longer as simple as an ordinary person.

The evening wind blew and took away a layer of yellow sand.

Revealing what was covered underneath, there was a corpse lying on the ground with only white bones left. There were black poisonous scorpions living in the eye sockets of the white bones, burrowing deeper.

While driving the carriage, Leonard freed his hand to hold the silver cross he wore on his chest.

"Father in heaven, please protect us and we must not run into that group of pagan bandits. We only have six people with fighting ability. No, it should be five. I am so old that I can hardly hold a sword."

"Moreover, these three brightly dressed cavalrymen in Ulm were just a group of infantry before this. They have not even been on the battlefield and cannot be the opponent of those damn infidels."

Thinking of this, Leonard looked more and more desperate.

He began to regret why he had to show off and perform the duty of escorting the carriage on behalf of the five sergeants under his command.

"Leonard, have you been to Fort Kalle?"

A somewhat lofty voice came from his own lord.

"Yes, yes, my lord."

Looking at Leonard who was so nervous that he couldn't even speak clearly, Lothar felt a little funny.

Leonard is a timid guy, there's no doubt about it.

But in order to prevent Lothar from pursuing the responsibility of the five soldiers who lost the money with him, he still stood up resolutely at this time.

It can only be said that human nature is always complicated.

"What do you think of Kaleborg?"

Leonard recalled: "Kallerburg is a majestic castle, not as shabby as it is, but Yogurtsburg really cannot be compared with it. It was repaired very strongly by Count Leonard, and the troops stationed there were also very strong. They are elite, and the city walls are covered with towers and catapults. I am afraid it will take ten times as many troops to capture it."

Lothar chuckled: "Indeed, Kaleburg, as the core of Count Leonard's territory, must be very tightly guarded. After all, he offended Saladin so much, and Kaleburg is located on the eastern border of the kingdom and could be attacked at any time. Attacked by Saladin."

He paused slightly and then said:

"Earl Leonard's territory is not far from Jorgelusburg, but his territory is rich and fertile, rich in salt and war horses, and has the loyalty of hundreds of knights under his command. However, my territory is so remote that even caravans cannot I won’t patronize it, there are only six villages that can be used as fiefdoms for knights.”

Similar to a siphon effect.

The little bit of development potential left in the territory of Fort Jorge was sucked away by the Earl of Leonard.

"My lord, you are the holy son favored by God. You don't have to dwell on the barren land of Yogurtsburg. Sooner or later, you will obtain a more fertile fief. Your status is by no means comparable to that of Earl Leonard."

Leonard said flatteringly.

"I told you not to use that title on me again."

Lothar paused slightly and then said: "But you are right about one thing. The war is approaching, and it no longer matters whether the fiefdom is fertile or not."

For him, the fiefdom of Yogurtsburg was just a springboard to increase his own strength.

In the future, Yogurtsburg is likely to be only an insignificant part of his many territories and titles.

If the hussar barracks and the lord's hall were not located here, he would even prefer to entrust this place to lower-level lords loyal to him.

Lothar suddenly raised his head and watched the falcon above his head gradually fall into the distance.

He raised his hand and signaled: "Get ready to fight, the enemy is very close."

Rolling yellow sand soon appeared on the horizon.

Ulm clenched the lance in his hand with some excitement. He looked at his companions and then at the cavalry commander standing in front, Knight Hans.

Although it was his first time on the battlefield, he was not nervous at all.

He raised one hand, drew a cross in front of him, looked back at Lothar, and prayed in a low voice: "Glory to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, so it is today, Amen! "

The people of Jorgelusburg still stubbornly believe that Lothar is the Son of God. Although he is different from the Father, the nature of God is unified, that is, the Trinity.

Lothar put on his chainmail shirt neatly and put on his cold bucket helmet. He glanced at Prajna and Fringilla, smiled and said, "Follow me."

Immediately, he took the lead in riding his horse and faced him.

He led his cavalry to stand on a hillside and took the lead in occupying favorable terrain.

The figures of the desert bandits gradually became clear in the wind and sand.

They were Zoroastrians wearing dusty white robes and turbans.

They are dressed in a distinctive Bedouin style, riding Arabian horses and dromedary camels, and equipped with various equipment, including spears, straight swords, scimitars, bows and arrows, and bucklers.

The leader of the bandits has a striking scar on his face, which runs through his entire face like a centipede from left to right. He has a thick black beard on his mouth, and the skin on his face has the unique characteristics of desert nomads. Rough feeling.

On his left shoulder, there was a thick leather pad.

A majestic eagle is standing proudly.

Lothar urged his mount and slowly stepped forward.

The bandits were surprised for a while, and someone raised his bow and arrow and pointed it at Lothar.

Lothar didn't take the bandits' riding bows to heart at all. He put his right hand on his left shoulder and said in Kurdish:

"Thank you for showing mercy to my soldiers. Can you tell me your name?"

Leonard, who was driving, was still behind him at the moment, and he didn't realize that the Holy Son in his heart actually made the gesture of a pagan worshiping the holy fire!

The winged cavalry turned a blind eye to this.

They just held the weapons in their hands tightly, ready to charge at an enemy ten times their size at any time after Lothar gave the order.

The bandit leader was a little surprised, and then he put his hand on his left shoulder: "It's really unexpected. You can speak Kurdish and make our gestures?"

Lothar's voice came from under the barrel helmet: "This is because I once fought alongside a great Kurdish knight."

The bandit leader's face changed slightly, and he tentatively said the name: "Is it Saladin?"

"of course not."

Lothar had no intention of using Saladin's name to scare him.

The bandit leader took a deep look at Lothar and said, "I am Abboud, the chief of the Birbut clan and the leader of this group of plunderers."

"I am Lothar von Habsburg, Lord of Jorgesburg. You and your subordinates have plundered the wealth I used to buy him horses. This is an unkind act."

Abboud glanced at his subordinates and couldn't help laughing: "Lord Lothar, we Bedouins have never been benevolent and righteous. Wealth only belongs to the strong."

Under the barrel helmets, Abboud and the Bedouin bandits failed to see the sneer on Lothar's face.

"I am grateful to you for freeing my soldiers. If you will return my wealth, I will forgive your sins and allow you to settle in my lands."

The robbers burst into laughter.

"Isn't this person a fool?"

"Now we forgive you!"

"We not only robbed you of your wealth, but we also want to rob you a second time!"

Abboud subconsciously felt a little flustered, and he said: "Leave this cart of your goods to me, and I will invite you to drink the water I brought."

In the teachings of Zoroastrianism, inviting someone to drink water means swearing to the sacred fire that you will not threaten the person's personal safety.

"grown ups!"

Someone reminded in a low voice: "The armor they wear is also very valuable."

Abboud said angrily: "Shut up! It's all up to me!"

Lothar sighed softly: "Sorry, Abboud, my bottom line cannot be crossed. Since we can't reach an agreement, we have to start a fight."

The enemy was outnumbered, nearly five times their number.

But Lothar was not worried about how to defeat them. What he was worried about was that it would be difficult to catch them all in this open grassland.

"Unfortunately, I grant you the right to return to your team."

"Thank you."

Abboud raised a hand to signal the Bedouin bandits who had already bent their bows and arrows not to attack for the time being.

He waited until Lothar returned to the team before he put down his hand.

Suddenly, a volley of arrows covered the hillside.

Lothar and the others occupied the high ground, and Abboud would never be the first to charge.

This was also the main use of mounted bows in this era - to harass, not to kill.

But Lothar did not intend to take advantage of the terrain. He rode back to the team, raised his lance, and shouted: "Hussars, charge with me!"

The next moment, the cavalrymen with flying wings on their backs let out a roar and followed Lothar as they rushed down the hillside like flying.