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

From a distance, Lothar could already see the towering towers standing on the city walls of Hebron.

Frinji stretched herself out, eager to return to her room with the windows covered and airtight.

finally arrived at home.

Yeah, I'm finally home.

Lothar felt a little emotional. Hebron was certainly not his hometown, but it belonged to him, and he felt more at home than Habsburg in Allgäu.

Jeanne came to stand side by side with Lothar and said with a chuckle: It's a pity that it's not time to relax yet, we are about to fight a big battle.

You should still have a few days of rest.

Lothar thought.

The enemy is strong and we are weak, and the Holy Land is surrounded by pagans on three sides. Saladin may attack from any direction, so during this period, they should be stationary and rush to help everywhere at any time.

It depends on where Saladin will choose as the focus of his attack.

Fringilla was a little surprised: Since we are not going to fight immediately, why don't we wait until Saladin attacks and then recruit the lords at the border to join the battle. This can also save some supplies.

“Logistical issues always have to be sorted out in advance.”

Lothar explained: Moreover, gathering troops in advance is also conducive to determining subordinate relationships and stipulating the time limit for combat.

In many small-scale wars between lords in Europe, each lord brought his own vassals, and each vassal brought his own knights, recruiting old peasants to charge in a swarm, and they often did not belong to each other.

They would arrive one after another just like visiting the vegetable market, and even take several months to arrive under the lord's command. By this time, the lord who arrived in advance had even completed his feudal obligations (according to the contract, every year Serving for a certain period of time with the upper-level lord), he turned around and left with his troops.

Therefore, gathering troops in advance is an indispensable link for Jerusalem, which has a feudal fiefdom system.

In the distance, lightly-armed scouts were already looking at the approaching Jaffa Crusaders.

It was a group of riders riding dromedary camels.

Derem took off the water bag hanging on the saddle and drank a lot of water. Only then did he feel that his thirsty throat was a little better.

The job of a scout is hard.

Just like a group of chicks that were forcibly driven out of their nests, they had to brave the scorching sun above their heads and wander in the dangerous desert for a whole day, so some people also call them wanderers.

After a few days, the friends, who were still very energetic and ambitious at first, all felt a little wilted. This was completely different from the way they had imagined, where they would fight hard, make great achievements, and be named a knight.

Derem also honestly took off the armor he got from the old patriarch, sometimes wearing only a helmet, or not even wearing a helmet, only wearing a breathable and sun-shielding turban.

He looked at his companions, smiled and joked: If the clan leader was here, he would definitely talk about the experience of leading his clan across the Huer Desert.

He pretended to puff up his cheeks as Old Hassan used to do, trying hard to make himself look majestic, and said in a slow and low tone: Young people today just can't endure hardship, unlike our time.

Ridiculing the old patriarch of the past, Derem's traditional activity, this anti-authority method seems to be Derem's way of establishing his own authority in his own small group. After each ridicule, he will feel a little guilty.

The friends burst into laughter.

But even the laughter seemed much feeble.

Boss, being a scout is too hard. It's even harder than when we were herding cattle. Although we can fill our stomachs every day, there is no chance to make meritorious deeds.

That's right, boss, I saw the Knight of Ulm in the barracks next door this morning. Can you talk to him and incorporate us into the battle order?

Derem smiled and agreed: Okay, I will go find the Knight of Ulm after completing the task tonight.

The boss still has a way!

We are waiting for your good news!

Seeing the cheerful appearance of the guys, Derem sighed softly in his heart. After coming to the military camp outside Hebron for so many days, he also inquired that in the order of battle in Transjordan, all light horsemen were scouts. sequence.

Their duty is to explore the road, find water sources, navigate for the army, and calibrate the marching route!

No unarmored light cavalry will be included in the frontal combat sequence. Some of the cavalry in the combat sequence have too good-looking armor. They are silver-white plate armor like the Ulm Knights, and some are It is like a mountain of human and horse equipment, with layers of scales and armor.

Therefore, it would be useless even if I told Ulm.

Hebron is a man of rules. Although he sometimes talks about favors, he does not think that his favors are so valuable. They are the ones who are favored by Ulm, not that Ulm has been favored by them.

Therefore, he planned to go out for a walk at night.

somebody is coming!

It's the coat of arms of the Crusaders, one of our own.

Derem greeted everyone: Let's go, let's go and greet them. Zaha, you go and report and ask the logistics officer in the camp to come and contact them.

far away.

The full picture of the huge Crusade gradually emerged.

Except for the knights riding on majestic horses at the front of the team, and their attendants.

Behind, there were large-scale infantry, as well as a baggage team driving chariots and horses. Based on the knowledge learned in the new barracks, Derem immediately judged that this army must have more than 2,000 people.

There are so many of these people. Where do they come from?

To the west. Maybe Mongisa?

But Mengisa is not our lord's fiefdom, right?

No one thought of Jaffa, because to the east of Jaffa is Jerusalem. Logically speaking, they should arrive directly at Jerusalem instead of gathering outside Hebron, which is the westernmost part of Lothar's territory.

Whatever, these people are crusaders and they must not be fake.

Another trace of envy flashed through Derim's heart. Every time he saw these knights, he would always imagine himself dressing majestically, riding tall and strong horses, and walking among their ranks.

Instead of riding a dromedary, which is very practical but not at all beautiful, as we do now.

Being a squire is also a way out, but Derem is not willing to do it. He is also the captain of a ranger team. Being a squire means that he has to serve others like a cow and a horse, and he never knows when the master will be merciful. Cut off his tail.

Serving as a squire to the Knights of Ulm is another matter.

He was recognized by the whole tribe as a fair, generous, kind and kind man.

Closer.

Derem immediately saw the most eye-catching rider in the team.

This knight is most likely a noble nobleman of some kind. He is wearing not very tight armor and a luxurious silk shirt. It is said that the clothes made of this material are light, breathable and absorb sweat. Each roll of silk can be replaced by another. A set of high quality armor.

What a waste!

What a tall horse!

Drem's friends exclaimed.

Only then did Derem realize that the noble master's mount was so tall and majestic, even taller than the dromedary under his crotch.

That person seems familiar?

Someone hesitated.

After he reminded him like this, the others seemed to realize this. The more they looked at the leading knight, the more they felt as if they were somewhere familiar.

Look at the two female knights next to him!

Compared to Lothar, the noble lord who had traveled with him before, they were most impressed by the female knights who followed Lothar. Even though they all wore veils, their exposed smooth skin still impressed them deeply.

It turns out to be him!

His status in the Crusaders is so high?

Everyone in Derem started talking excitedly.

At this time, a cavalryman galloped out of the military formation. He looked similar to them. In short, he was definitely not a Frank.

He looked serious and asked loudly in Kurdish: Are you the scouts of Hebron?

After finishing speaking, before Derim could reply, the cavalryman, who was obviously a Kurd, walked over and shouted:

Inform your superiors immediately that the master of Hebron, the supreme Marquis, has returned to his loyal Hebron today.