In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility. - Chapter 699

c696 Eve of War

Adil was writing furiously by candlelight at his desk. After finishing the letter, he would submit it to Saladin in Damascus through a spellcaster.

Today, he had sent someone to deliver a letter of challenge to the Crusaders.

Tomorrow, they would launch a campaign to recapture the city of Semanud, and the success or failure of this campaign would determine the final ownership of Egypt.

It was not good to prepare for war any longer, but he did not have the confidence to delay any longer.

After all, Egypt’s resources were limited, and the manpower and material resources required to collect the magic materials used by the advisory group were extremely terrifying. In addition, the war was finally launched on the homeland, and the impact on the morale of the people and the army must also be considered.

“My Lord, this battle is about the survival of the Ayyubid dynasty. Although I am in charge of Egypt’s military and political affairs, the outcome of this battle seems to have nothing to do with me. It all depends on Shemaier alone.”

“Master Shemaier’s power is impressive, but I can’t tell who is stronger than the Crusaders.”

“If we lose this battle, Egypt will be lost. If we lose Egypt, the future of our Ayyubid dynasty can only be to submit to the Sassanid king.”

That’s what he said, but there is no such simple thing in the world. Whether the Sassanid king is willing to accept their surrender is one thing; whether Elamshahr, who is said to be fighting with the nomads from the east in the Central Asian region, has the spare strength to lend a helping hand is another thing.

He originally thought that this year would be the year when the Ayyubid dynasty would recapture Jerusalem, push its reputation to the peak, overwhelm the King of Kings in Ctesiphon, and become the common ruler of the entire Zoroastrian world.

No one could have imagined that the arrival of a small crusader knight would cause the once-glorious Ayyubid dynasty to collapse to such an extent in just one year.

He sighed lightly and put down his pen. Tomorrow would be the time for the decisive battle. How could he sleep? He put on a coat and went to patrol the camp.

Egypt in winter was already a bit cool at night.

The huge monster, like a hill, was rising and falling regularly with its belly. Its nasal cavity exhaled bursts of hot breath with sulfur. If you get close, you can feel a wave of heat.

Baron Fulk and Ivan directed their men to transport the meat in carts to the dragon. The big guy was not in a hurry to eat, but waited until the food was piled up into a hill before lazily sticking out his tongue.

If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that this terrible beast was actually “refined”?

Fulk couldn’t help but exclaimed: “This guy is really big, ridiculously big! Even if we take all the food we prepared for the giant beast army, I’m afraid it won’t be able to fill its stomach, right?”

“Don’t worry about the giant beast army. Starving for a few days will easily stimulate their ferocity, and they will be easier to drive on the battlefield. Anyway, in my opinion, after this battle, those “little things” will also be dealt with.”

Ivan shrugged: “Maybe it’s just for dinner for this big guy.”

After he said that, he couldn’t help but smile: “Hey, man, do you still think we will lose now?”

“I don’t know.”

Fulke shook his head, but on the surface, this magic dragon is really invincible, more terrifying than the fire dragon in the past, and the wizard who “refined” this terrible beast is obviously even more terrifying.

“You can say ‘I don’t know’ from your mouth, a guy whose brain has been poisoned by knight novels, which means that you also think we will definitely win, right?”

Ivan saw that Fulk did not respond to this question, and lowered his voice and said: “Many people will die in this battle, my brother.”

“So?”

“By then, Egypt will have a lot of territories vacant. You know how difficult it is to take this step from a Mamluk military leader to a local lord. We have caught a good opportunity.”

Fulke sneered: “But the premise is that we will not die in this battle.”

“My luck has always been good. You can meet such a great person like me. ‘s leader is obviously a lucky guy. You and I are not destined to die. You know, man, we are destined to become big men. ”

“How big is a big man?”

“Like that Lothar!”

Fulke retorted: “If you want to dream, you should go back to your tent.”

Ivan laughed: “Ahaha, your mouth is still as stinky as always.”

He laughed for a while, and seemed to lose interest, and sighed in a low voice: “Holy fire, I hope we can withdraw from the battlefield alive tomorrow.”

…

In the quiet city of Semanud, the candlelight dotted the silent city.

Lothar, who had escaped from the world of the book, was resting in the courtyard.

According to the simulation of the world of the book, the power of the dragon-shooting crossbow has not decreased much due to the loss of the matching crossbow arrows, but the already high consumption has been raised to a big step compared to when there were crossbow arrows.

If the talent of popular support can play a sufficient role at that time, it seems that it is not impossible to reproduce the scene of shooting the copper-horned red dragon in Constantinople.

But the problem lies in that Shemaier.

This guy is originally a spellcaster who is good at assisting. Now he has entered the legendary realm and has the help of the wedge-shaped clay tablet. Even if his strength in the simulated battle has greatly improved this time, he still feels unsure.

There was a subtle sound of footsteps behind him. He was used to this sound when he was in the Brahena Palace. He asked naturally: “It’s so late and you haven’t rested yet? Are you not used to it?”

“There will be another war tomorrow.”

Viviana looked a little heavy: “I’m afraid many people will die this time – more than in the Battle of Constantinople, and now I don’t have the power to fight alongside you.”

“I will get your power back for you as soon as possible.”

Lothar paused, and then said: “We will also try to reduce the casualties of this war, but it is difficult to do this. As long as the dragon spews out a mouthful of dragon fire, there will be thousands of casualties.”

There is no need for dragon fire, just like when he exerted his volcanic divinity with all his strength, the earth cracked and lava flowed, and the aftermath alone could burn countless people to death.

“And the enemy also has a lawless legendary spellcaster. In this world, there are almost no rules and regulations that can restrain a strong man of this level.”

Ordinary spellcasters may have to follow the wizard convention on the surface, otherwise they may become the public enemy of the “Levant Wizard Association”, but legends… do not exist.

No spellcaster would step forward to deal with a legend just because the legend wants to attack mortals – Anna might do so, but the premise is that Shemaier wants to destroy Constantinople.

But Anna is an exception. She is from the Komnenos royal family and is deeply bound to the Eastern Empire. The two sides complement each other and depend on each other.

Viviana smiled bitterly: “It seems that this world is not much stronger than our time.”

When I had power in the past, I didn’t feel how important it was. After losing power, I realized that only with power can I defend the justice in my mind.

“That’s why I want to change everything.”

Lothar’s voice was firm.

In fact, in his heart, he didn’t completely think that the medieval world was inferior to the world of yesterday’s giant ships. The timeline where the followers of yesterday’s giant ship world mainly existed was at the end of the Victorian era, when the Industrial Revolution was in full swing.

Although the world lines are different, the conflicts between countries have accumulated more and more deeply. It is inevitable that the emerging powers will challenge the old world hegemons.

By that time, a war will kill millions or even tens of millions of people.

Lothar comforted her softly, “Ms. Viviana, go to bed early. Tomorrow will definitely be a tough battle. It will also be a battle that determines whether we can shape a country according to our will.”