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Chapter 171 Attacked by Night

On the wide Gobi.

The robbers who were scattered among the pilgrims suddenly realized when the hussars were about to rush forward.

"It's the group of winged knights!"

"This group of lingering beasts, retreat quickly, we are not their opponents!"

But withdraw at this time, how can there be time?
Holding the "mounted cavalry spear" in his hand, Hans took the lead and rushed into the robbers. In his hand, this heavy weapon seemed to be made of dead wood, and he waved it dexterously.

None of the robbers was Hans' single enemy.

The robbers were frightened and frightened: "Run, this guy is much better than that inspector!"

The hussars were silent, chasing down the bandits efficiently like killing machines.

They were often a head shorter than the robbers riding dromedaries, but the condescending advantage of the robbers was forcibly wiped out by their personal martial arts and equipment in front of the hussars.

The hussars are elite cavalry capable of defeating Mamluks head-on.

Moreover, their mounts are all specially trained war horses, and they will not be frightened by the smell of camels.

Coupled with the explosive power of the war horse, it is far better than the dromedary, and it cannot be beaten or run away. Soon, the robbers were wiped out.

Hans came to Lothar and said respectfully: "My lord, all the robbers have been wiped out."

Lothar asked back: "Are there any alive?"

"Have."

"Ulm, come here."

Ulm looked ashamed and came from behind: "Sorry, my lord, this is our negligence."

It is very difficult to wipe out the bandits, because in this vast Gobi, as long as there are hidden water sources and supplies, no one is sure to catch a group of bandits who come and go like the wind.

Lothar snorted softly:
"It's good that you know. Now, go and torture them to find out where they are hiding. If there are any accomplices left behind, take your patrol team to wipe them out."

"I understand."

Lothar frowned and asked, "What's the point of what I said?"

After thinking for a while, Ulm said solemnly, "The point is to find out where they are hiding?"

Hans reminded in a low voice: "The key point is the treasure in the hiding place."

Ulm suddenly said: "I understand, my lord!"

Lothar coughed lightly: "Go and come back quickly, meet at New Habsburg tonight."

After clearing the battlefield, Lothar received the leader of the pilgrims, a Persian imam who was said to be from the largest fire-worshiping temple in Ctesiphon.

"I'm sorry, honorable elders. It is my negligence to let you suffer such misfortune in my territory. But I guarantee that your journey will be smooth."

The imam is an ascetic monk in white robes. He said humbly: "Thank you for your help, kind lord, this is not your negligence of duty, perhaps it is the tempering given to us by the holy fire in the world."

"The pilgrimage is a testament to our devotion precisely because of the difficulties we face."

Lothar said noncommittally: "Honorable elder, I would like to hear about the situation in the east, such as Khitan, Tatar, or the more distant Song Dynasty."

He already knew from previous caravans that the Khitan people at this time had been expelled to the Western Regions, established the Western Liao Kingdom, and had fought several big battles with Sassanid Persia, and both sides had victories.

The imam was stunned for a moment, and said, "Sorry, benevolent lord, I grew up in a temple, and my understanding of the secular world is limited. I'm afraid I can't explain it to you."

Lothar shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'm just curious."

Actually, not just curious.

In this era, the rise of the Tatars was much earlier than that of Lothar's previous life. At least, their reputation has now spread to Jerusalem along with the caravan.

This had to make Lothar feel alert.

If the second whip of God in history is about to come so soon, the current situation in West Asia will be completely reshuffled.

Say goodbye to the procession of pilgrims.

Lothar looked back on a hillside. These pilgrims were collecting the bodies of the dead compatriots, piled them up next to a pile of firewood, poured flammable kerosene, and lit the bonfire.

Black smoke rose to the sky.

...

It's almost evening.

Lothar's army had only reached Neue Habsburg.

Before they approached, the knights, peasants and soldiers opened their mouths wide and let out bursts of exclamation like bumpkins entering Constantinople.

"What kind of tree is this, so tall?"

"Is it an oak tree?"

In the desert, it is difficult to see a huge oak tree that is 20 meters high.

Moreover, this is far from the limit of the tree of life.

For the Tree of Life, the height of 20 meters is still in its infancy, and it must be at least 30 meters before it can be regarded as entering adolescence, and the subsequent growth rate will gradually slow down.

With a flattering smile, Leonard hurried to Lothar's team.

"My lord, your army's camp has been prepared, and there is clean water and food. You have been on the go all day, so hurry up and rest."

Lothar nodded: "How is the construction progress of the castle?"

Leonard showed embarrassment: "My lord, there is no suitable rock nearby, and it has to be excavated from a place thirty miles away before being transported, so the construction period was delayed."

Lothar said angrily: "I didn't come to listen to your complaints."

Leonard said hastily: "There are two more months, I guarantee that it will be completed in two more months."

Lothar raised his whip and patted him on the shoulder: "Take me to see, Leonard, if the progress is slower than I thought, be careful to get a whip."

It's getting late.

Dark clouds covered the bright moon, and the whole of Hebron was plunged into darkness.

At this time, outside the castle in the middle of the city.

A group of black shadows were using hooks to throw them onto the three-meter-high outer wall, and then quickly climbed over the wall and sneaked into the inner fort.

They easily bypassed the guard posts of the city guards who stayed behind.

boom--

The slight sound of footsteps woke up Baron Fulk who was living in the guest room.

He vigilantly picked up the weapon hanging on the wall, and walked slowly towards the window.

Jinghong glanced at it.

He saw a furtive figure not far from the corner, holding a weapon and looking around.

He was just about to take up his weapon and shout.

A deep and magnetic male voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Guests, please rest assured, we have already known the location of the intruder, and next, please stay in the room to avoid unnecessary accidental injuries."

Fulk was startled into a cold sweat.

"Ah, it's Mr. Coors. How about you?"

"The way I appear is indeed easy to shock people, but the situation is urgent, please don't blame me."

Coors showed a polite and formulaic smile, and repeated: "Guests please stay at ease and don't go out."

Then, he opened the door and walked out.

Wait, open the door?
How did he get in?
Fulk's heart was relieved just now, and suddenly he hung up again.

Little did they know that Coors at this time did not have a good-looking complexion either. In the darkness, his face was as pale as if covered with powder.

If people saw him suddenly, they would think he was a ghost from hell.

Even though it's not really that much of a difference.

When Coors reappeared, he was already in the room where Andreas was resting.

Andreas was woken up by Coors from his sleep. When he saw Coors standing by the bed like a ghost, a layer of cold sweat broke out from his back.

"So it was you, Mr. Coors."

He let go of the weapon he was gripping by conditioned reflex, got up from the bed, and said nervously, "Come?"

Coors nodded slightly.

"They were more impatient than adults expected."

Originally, Lothar expected that someone would plan to attack his castle on the second day or the third day after they left - no matter what, he had to discuss it with Zayn Aladdin, and cooperate internally and externally.

Otherwise, what if he just burned his castle?

(End of this chapter)