People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 41
In the open-air camp, clusters of bonfires were burning.

The Kurdish cavalry sat on the ground with relaxed expressions, supplemented with water and food, and sometimes some people laughed and showed off how many enemies they had killed during the day.

This time, each of them gained a lot.

If it is in a feudal country, each of them can buy a manor in their hometown and become the owner of the manor.

Unfortunately, the Kurds are nomadic tribes.

A single person, even with wealth, cannot survive.

They had to huddle together to keep warm.

Lothar sat on the sand covered with a wool carpet, holding a clay pot of broth in his hand, sipping.

"I don't know if the news of Kokbu's death has spread? I don't know if we will be attacked by Savodin and his Mamluks when we return the same way."

Mamluk refers to slave soldiers, similar to the "Gulam" that has been popular for hundreds of years, but more elite.

The king has the king's Mamluk, and the governor also has the governor's Mamluk.

Saladin's Kasagi guards are the best of the Mamluks, and among the Zoroastrian forces, a rare elite force capable of fighting against the Crusader knights.

Crusader knights, with the same number of combat power, are definitely among the best in this era.

Anna Komnenos, the princess of the Eastern Empire, once described it in her book: The knights in the Crusaders can pierce a hole in the wall of Babylon.

It is enough to see how powerful Saladin's Kasaji guards are.

"The news of Khaukb's death did not reach Ayyub so quickly unless they could rely on the eagles in the sky to carry the message."

Holding a Damascus machete with silver patterns in his hand, Abdullah cut a grilled lamb chop from the grill on the campfire, and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.

Grease fell on his thick beard, and he said vaguely:

"But the rest of the lords who are loyal to the Sasanian king will definitely respond immediately. They will be more vigilant and more difficult to deal with."

Lothar took a grilled lamb chop, chewed it, and nodded slightly: "I know, I don't plan to attack the rest of the targets anymore, our harvest is rich enough."

Kaukb, a feudal lord who was active on the Sasanian and Ayub frontiers, was not much worse than Savudin, the Syrian governor, in terms of status.

If you look at it on the map, in terms of size alone, Kokbu's territory is even better than Savodin.

Although the territory of the former is mostly a pile of meaningless sand, the people under his command are chiefdoms that live on water and grass.

But this did not affect Kokbu's death, which caused an uproar in the entire border area.

In particular, the murderer also claimed to be Saladin, the king of Egypt who occupied the rich products and was once known as the empire's granary.

Abdullah looked sideways slightly: "I was worried that you would be overheated and be dazzled by this easy victory."

Lothar said helplessly: "I thought my performance these days had been recognized by you."

"Of course, but because of this, I worry that you are too young and energetic."

Abdullah chuckled and said, "Among the young people, you are the best I have ever seen, bar none."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Lothar was chewing on the grilled lamb chops, and out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Fringira who was sitting on the blanket next to him, chattering in Prajna's ear.

This journey was boring to her.

Banruo held an old book with yellowed pages, flipping through it silently, completely ignoring Fringila's nagging.

"Yeah, there's more"

Abdullah hesitated to speak.

Lothar said helplessly: "If you want to ask anything, just say it. Since leaving the wooden castle of Kokbu, everyone has looked at me as if they were looking at a monster."

"Everyone says that you signed a contract with the devil and sacrificed the wealth that the soldiers couldn't take away to the devil in hell."

Lothar asked back: "Do you believe it?"

Abdullah shook his head: "I don't believe it. Devils never lack wealth. On the contrary, they like to use wealth to lure people to fall."

"You are a benevolent person, Lothar, you respect our beliefs, and you generously gave us the power to choose spoils first, and it is our honor to fight for you."

"Ha, don't flatter me so much, Abdullah."

The corner of Lothar's mouth raised slightly: "But I don't believe that Baron Godfrey hasn't told you the truth."

Abdullah was slightly taken aback, and admitted, "That's right, that's right."

"You have the allegiance of two witches. They have mysterious and unpredictable powers, but do their powers come from the heavenly father you believe in? If so, why didn't your priests receive such great power from God? ?”

Lothar was silent for a moment. Of course he knew that the witch's power definitely did not come from God, but he couldn't say that.

"Heavenly Father endows the witches with extraordinary powers, and at the same time bears a sacred mission. Some people carry out this mission to help the Ming Lord, while others stay in a corner and indulge in their sensuality."

Lothar paused slightly, and continued: "It's like among those priests, there are archbishops who are willing to be poor and donate all their money to the Knights, and there are also ten fingers, each of which wears a gemstone ring, so stingy. Greedy people who want to drain the blood and sweat of every serf."

Thinking of those priests in his hometown, Abdullah agreed deeply: "You have the allegiance of two witches, so you mean, you are the favorite of your heavenly father?"

"Perhaps, I have no way of guessing God's will."

Lothar frowned: "But I think I should do something, different from other Crusader nobles, this is my mission."

"Do what? Become a lord of Jerusalem, a baron, an earl, or even a grand duke, a king?"

Lothar shook his head at the corner of his mouth: "That's just a process. What I really hope to achieve is to end the frequent wars here, so that those nations with different languages, beliefs, and even skin colors can live here equally."

Lothar emphasized his tone: "Build a powerful empire that unifies the Levant, and bring peace to this land that is always shrouded in war."

"This is impossible!"

Abdullah shook his head violently: "This is absolutely impossible!"

Of course Lothar knew it was difficult.

A multi-ethnic group without a main ethnic group will either split up or be in the process of splitting up in later generations.

Not to mention that there are also acute religious issues.

This is not a game, if you open religion and humanities, the rebellion degree will be zero.

But it is precisely because of the high difficulty that it is called wild hope.

Having a system, he has never doubted his future from the beginning to the end, and will step by step get a higher lord, and even become a monarch who holds the royal power.

What's more, the concept of nationality in this era is extremely weak, and it is not impossible to "wash culture".

"Why is it impossible? Why can't I do what the Eastern Empire has done?"

Lothar asked back.

Abdullah was silent for a moment.

He instinctively wanted to say that the Eastern Empire had failed, but in the end, he just said:

"Lothar, maybe a god-favored person like you should have ambitions that ordinary people can't imagine. May the holy fire bless you and make your wishes come true."

"Thank you."

"When we enter Kymont, the Crusaders will be within the sphere of influence, and we will part ways there."

Lothar was a little surprised: "You no longer serve Baron Godfrey?"

"Not for now."

Abdullah hesitated for a moment, but still said: "King Nur al-Din's son is summoning the old ministry. We plan to assist him and regroup the forces against Saladin in Aleppo."

"After we get rid of Kokbu, the frontier will be in chaos. This is our opportunity."

Lothar was silent.

"You should know how unlikely your success is. No matter how lenient Saladin is, he will never forgive rebels like you."

Abdullah said in a deep voice: "The Lord has summoned me, and I will never turn back."

Lothar did not persuade.

Although this Kurdish cavalry team made him extremely envious, but the other party had firm beliefs, and he could not persuade them with a few words.

Lothar glanced at Hans.

This own "attendant" is setting up the tent, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

This is the only "cavalry" under Lothar.

In this era when cavalry is king, it would cost too much to organize an elite cavalry force like the Kurdish cavalry in front of us.

"Perhaps, I should also join, or establish a knight order."

"Anyway, I don't plan to get married in a short period of time. When I become stronger in the future, I will quit the Knights or make it secular."

These days, I have pretended to convert, and I regret it every day.

Naturally, there are also people who falsely swear a lifelong vow to remarry in the future.

(End of this chapter)