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 already two hundred meters away from the enemy.

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

Black eyes, black hair and beard.

Is this Hungarian?

He clamped down hard on the horse's belly, and Nisaan's horse gradually changed from a slow trot to a violent charge.

There is the whistling of the wind and the rumble of hoofbeats in my ears.

At the moment when he and the enemy were about to collide, the lance thrust out, and the sharp tip of the lance penetrated directly through the chest of the cavalryman on the left, sending him flying hard.

The violent impact made Lothar's arm numb.

But he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

This light cavalry, who only wore a jacket, was not only inferior to him in weapons and equipment, but his combat skills were also quite average. He did not seem to be a formidable opponent.

Blood flowed down the barrel of the gun.

Lothar discarded the lance and let it fall to the ground along with the corpse of the dead cavalry. He pulled out the armed sword on the saddle and swung it at another cavalryman.

Keng.

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

The two parties passed by each other.

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

He only dared to hang around and didn't dare to rush up to fight with him.

Lothar had no intention of chasing him. Even if the load of Nyssaan's horse was higher than the opponent's, 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 with Prajna standing behind him, he was not afraid of being robbed.

So, he drew out the lance that had penetrated the enemy cavalry again, left the cavalryman alone, and ran slowly towards the cavalrymen besieging the convoy.

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

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

Instead, he felt intense excitement!

"Am I actually a pervert deep down?"

Before they even got close, the enemy separated two cavalrymen and ran 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 parties meet!

Click!

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

The man was knocked away by the overwhelming impact, but at the same time, the white beech lance shaft also broke.

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

At this time, another cavalry attack followed. It was a two-handed spear, but he blocked it with his shield, which shocked his wrists.

With a backhand sword, he struck the opponent's round shield. The two stopped their horses and fell into a close-quarters fight.

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

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

There was a hearty feeling that made Lothar want to let out a long roar.

He realized for the first time: "So I am so powerful!?"

In the distance, the leader of the cavalry team looked at this scene coldly and whispered, and immediately four more cavalrymen came towards him, covering each other.

Lothar was fearless and faced the enemy with sword and shield in hand.

…

The resistance of the convoy was tenacious. The six knights and retinues in front of the team, led by the Peacock Knight, launched an effective counterattack.

However, the number of enemies was several times that of knights. In such an open area, the infantry sergeants could only provide limited fire support and did not dare to break out of the vehicle formation and fight the enemies.

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

Another knight showed an expression of admiration: "It is indeed amazing. From my perspective, this knight's martial arts can definitely win the first place in the last Vienna Knights Competition."

There was a hint of joy on the face of the Peacock Knight: "Guys, it's time for us to launch a counterattack, so that these cavalrymen know the gap between knights and cavalry!"

The six knights and retinues lined up and charged towards the enemy like steel knives.

Three heavily armored knights were in the middle, and three light-armored guards were covering the side. They tucked their lances under their armpits and used standard lance-tight charging tactics.

The cavalry in front of them were suddenly torn open as if they were shattered.

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

The cavalry leader looked back at Lothar. Four cavalrymen surrounded him, but he killed two more in the blink of an eye.

Where the hell did a Robin Hood come from?

He weighed the situation and finally gave the order to retreat.

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

The system prompt sounds:

Congratulations on completing your first milestone: winning the first battle.

You have gained an opportunity to draw a card of ordinary quality.

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

These cavalry are more like a group of nomads, with outdated equipment and backward tactics. In every aspect, it is difficult to compare with the knights who have undergone strict military training since childhood.

But if there are enough ants, they can devour an elephant.

A bearded knight squatted on the ground, carefully looked at the body of the dead cavalry, and said solemnly: "They are Magyars (another name for Hungarians), most likely they came from the border areas."

The Peacock Knight roared angrily: "Damn Dashmeier, he actually hired a group of Magyars to attack the countess. I want to go to the emperor to complain about his crime to His Majesty the Emperor!"

Murder among nobles is really a common thing.

The reasons are all strange.

But most likely it's all about inheritance issues.

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

Lothar shook his head: "Without evidence, it would be difficult to accuse a powerful earl, not to mention that he is still a vassal under a duke."

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

Not all dukes have counts under their command. Although the title of a duke is higher than that of a count, most of the counts in Germania Magna are independent lords directly under the leadership of the emperor.

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

If a count 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 and capable knight, you are from the Habsburg family, right? I have seen your coat of arms."

Lothar also smiled back: "Yes, I am Lothar of Allgäu, and my father is Count Werner. The plan for this trip is to pass through the Austrian border and go south by boat on the Adriatic Sea to the Holy Land.

, participate in this round of the Crusade.”

"Ah... So you are a great Crusader!"

The knights and attendants were immediately in awe.

A servant came running from the caravan and shouted: "O brave knight, in view of your bravery and bravery, please come with me, the countess wants to summon you."

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

Lothar was quickly led to the center of the carriage.

Standing there was a lady wearing a white linen skirt and long hair.

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

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

The countess has a charming voice and her appearance is outstanding, but if you look closely, you will notice the fine lines at the corners of her eyes and the dense freckles.

She smiled and said: "I am Mariana from Augsburg. I am a widow. Dashmeier wants to occupy my late husband's territory. You don't need to think about this attack. I know it was planned by him.

He is the only one who has close relations with several Hungarian princes."

"Go back with me. Lothar Allgäu is a poor place, but its warriors are very brave. Although Augsburg is rich, there are no warriors as brave as you. The two of us should form an alliance and exchange what we have.

"

Lothar was a little confused and said: "Madam, you should talk to my father about making a covenant."

The countess was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Maybe I didn't make it clear enough. I want you to be my husband and become the Earl of Augsburg."

"Frankly speaking, this is a political marriage. I need the strength of your family to support me against Dashmeier."

Lothar frowned.

The countess was a little confused: "What are you hesitating about? For a second son of the family like you, 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?

Something about?"

In Europe, noble widows are indeed in demand.

but…

Lothar chuckled softly: "Sorry, madam, I didn't mean to do this. If I really want to be a free-spirited pretty boy, I might as well go to Constantinople and win the favor of the queen."

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

But this still made her a favorite among all the nobles.

As long as anyone is attracted by the Queen, he can become famous immediately.

"Bah, wishful thinking!"

The countess spat: "There are countless princes, nobles, mercenary leaders and military generals who want to get close to this rich woman. Why do you?"

Lothar grinned and said with a smile: "Ha, I have a good stomach and I had no intention of eating soft food."

"Oh, you have to think clearly. I have a good relationship with several electors. Your Majesty currently has no crown prince. If you want, I can even fight for your right to inherit the throne."

The Countess' tone was a bit unkind. She had many suitors. She chose Lothar because of his strong martial arts skills and outstanding appearance. But more importantly, she wanted to use the power of the Habsburg family.

Although Count Werner lives in Switzerland, he is not unknown within the empire. During the emperor's war of conquest against the Slavs, he was appointed commander-in-chief of the imperial army.

"Inheritance to the throne?"

Lothar was silent.

The Germanic Empire was the counterpart to the Holy Roman Empire in Lothar's previous life.

Voltaire's evaluation of HRE: "It is neither holy, nor Roman, nor imperial." Although it is biased, it is also reasonable.

For example, Emperor Henry of the Hohenstaufen family, who dominated Germania at this time, did not have much advantage over the several great princes of the empire in his directly governed territories.

Although the Germanic Empire during this period had a vast territory, the emperor's income was probably less than one-tenth of that of the empress of the Eastern Empire.

You must know that the Eastern Empire has declined terribly now. Basically all the interior of Asia Minor has been lost. The Bulgarians in the north sometimes rebel and sometimes go south to plunder.

The Peloponian Peninsula was also frequently invaded by the Normans and North African pirates.

Even under such circumstances, the Eastern Empire was still far richer than Germania Magna.

Strong branches and weak trunks have always been an important problem plaguing Germania Magna.

Fortunately, Germania Magna had not yet fallen to the point where the Golden Seal was issued, clearly stipulating that the emperor should be elected jointly by seven electors.

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

So the question is, should we eat this soft rice?

(End of chapter)