"ah!..."
It's autumn harvest in October, but the fields outside Moore's deserted village are full of tall grass, full of a desolate and dead atmosphere. The blue tit rested boldly on the eaves until a shrill scream came, and then it was frightened and flew up. It circled and looked over the deserted village, only to see the laughing Crusaders surrounding it, and in the center of the crowd, a Moorish prisoner with a hoarse voice lying on the ground.
"Haha! Chee! What a useless idiot! Looking at this guy's expression just now, I thought I could meet a heretic who would rather die than surrender!..."
The young Crusaders laughed and looked at the Moorish nobleman twitching on the ground with his face covered in blood, as if they had seen some interesting monkey show. There was no mercy in their eyes, because in traditional understanding, torturing and killing a heretic was not only not a crime, but a pious virtue.
"Ha! How boring!..."
The older Cross Knights looked meaningless. They had seen many such scenes of torturing pagans. For them, the most important thing at the moment is to feed their horses with beans that can withstand hunger.
At this moment, they are on the front line of the battlefield and may encounter enemies at any time. At this time, the knight's first priority is to feed his war horse at all times and maintain his physical strength for galloping and charging! As for letting the horse graze, it takes too long and is not hungry enough. It can only be done when it is safe and relaxed.
The old knight Lorenzuo smiled and cut off an ear and a little finger of Moore's prisoner. Then, he used a sharp armor-piercing awl to string together the bleeding organs and dangle them randomly in front of the opponent's eyes. When the captive Moore, who was almost fainting from pain, came to his senses, he saw a part of his body appearing in his sight in another terrifying way. After a few breaths of silence, there was another frightened and hoarse scream.
"Oh no!..."
After the screams passed, the old knight Lorenzo opened his mouth to interrogate him for the first time. He used proficient Moorish to communicate with the frightened Moorish captives. Although the other party's face was mixed with fear, there was still resistance.
The old knight smiled, waved the sharp bloody stabbing blade, and made a promise in a low voice. The Moore prisoner seemed to believe it. After hesitating for a while, he gradually confessed.
After a long while, the old knight asked similar questions over and over again and got uncontradictory answers. He was sure that the other party was not lying.
The young knight Giovanni stood nearby, watching with interest and learning the interrogation skills of the old knight. The prisoner spoke very quickly, and he had just begun to speak Moorish, so he couldn't understand it very well. After the interrogation was completed, he asked doubtfully.
"Lorenzo, you just made a promise to that prisoner. You said that when he returns to the camp and lets him see King Fernando, you will allow him to redeem himself and leave? Are you serious?"
"Haha! Giovanni, how can the promise made to the pagans be guaranteed to count?"
The old knight Laurent raised the left corner of his mouth and answered with a smile.
"If he can really come up with a considerable ransom from the city of Barcelona, it would be okay to let him go. But if King Fernando wants to do something, it is none of our business. Everything depends on the will of the Lord!"
"Well..."
The young knight Giovanni pursed his lips and was speechless for a moment. After a moment, he nodded slowly. Indeed, there are no promises that must be kept to evil pagans, unlike to our brothers in God. Thinking of this, he put aside his thoughts and asked about topics he was more concerned about.
"Lorenzuo, he just said, what uncle king, what nephew king, what reinforcements, what surrender?"
"Yes. It's a bit troublesome to talk about this matter in detail. However, the news he brought back was within my expectation."
The old knight Laurent said with a confident smile.
"Giovanni, didn't you ask me before, how can we capture the mountain city of Bassa if the siege army can't do it?...Haha! This prisoner's answer is my answer!"
"Ah! Capture the mountain city of Basa? Then what did he say just now?"
"Witness the Lord! He is Mohamed ben Hassan, the Moorish lord of the mountain city of Bassa, sent to the capital of Granada to request the king of Granada, Abu Abdallah. Messenger of reinforcements. He brought a reply from King Abu!"
"What? King of Granada, are you going to send troops to support the mountain city of Basa?"
Hearing this, the young knight Giovanni looked surprised and a little nervous.
"We are now between the royal capital of Granada and the mountain city of Basa. If a large group of Moorish cavalry is coming, then we must retreat now!"
"No, don't worry! We don't have to retreat."
Old knight Laurent smiled and shook his head. He stroked his goatee, his expression was leisurely, and his words were somewhat emotional.
"King Abu of Granada told Hassan, the lord of Bassa: The king will not send a single soldier to the mountain city of Bassa! If he wants to ask for reinforcements, he should go to his uncle Azar Zagha who is loyal to him. You (az-zaghal) ask for help!..."
"If my uncle doesn't have reinforcements, then just surrender the mountain city of Basa! Remember, surrender directly to the kind, honorable, brave and resolute Queen Insabella, and not to the unpredictable, cunning and treacherous King Fernando... "
Hearing this reply, the young knight Giovanni was shocked on the spot. He looked at the old knight in disbelief and asked tremblingly.
"How is it possible! Lorenzo, did you hear that right?! The mountain city of Basa is the last and strongest barrier in the northeast of Granada! How could the King of Granada give up this mountain fortress so easily? And let him The garrison of the fortress surrendered to Queen Isabella?..."
"Well, Giovanni, what should I say...This matter is actually related to the civil strife in the Kingdom of Granada! And such civil strife was designed and promoted by the twin kings of Imbilia! It is precisely because of the civil strife in the Kingdom of Granada that Due to the civil strife in the Kingdom of Nada, I concluded that the Moors would not be able to hold on for long..."
The old knight Laurent glanced at the limp Moore prisoner, then pulled the young Giovanni to a deserted corner. Then, he looked solemn, lowered his voice, and explained in detail the crucial turning point in this holy war.
"Although the Kingdom of Granada is small, it has difficult terrain, a large population, and a rich country. It is supported by many Moorish kingdoms in the southern continent, and it is not that easy to fight..."
"However, six years ago, just two years after the start of this round of jihad, the King of Granada, Abu Abdullah, let's call him the nephew king! The nephew king personally led his troops north and bravely attacked Castil The Spanish army...then he was defeated and not only did he not die in battle, he was humiliated and captured by the Castilians."
Speaking of this, a sarcastic smile appeared on the face of the old knight Lorenzo. He gave the young brave knight a meaningful look and taught him intentionally.
"Giovanni, sometimes, untimely bravery is a crime that harms others and yourself!... After his nephew King Abu was captured, the royal family of Granada had a fight and the throne was passed on twice. In the end, It fell on the head of Azar Zaghhar, the nephew of the king's uncle. And it was at this time that the seeds of civil strife and destruction of the Moors began to be sown..."
