Its daybreak.
Armored sergeants swept the battlefield.
Lothar rolled up Prajna's sleeves, looked at the burned and curled skin, and said with some distress: "Let me bandage it for you."
Prajna shook his head, put his hand on his arm, and rubbed it gently.
A layer of skin was rubbed off, and only the back was exposed, the white and tender new skin like a newborn baby.
Seeing Lothar's surprised expression, Prajna's mouth curled up slightly.
"I'm fine, just do what you have to do."
Lothar looked at Prajna's rare smiling face and subconsciously reached out her hand and pressed her cheek. She squeezed gently, revealing her cute little tiger teeth.
Prajna's appearance always makes people ignore her own professional position.
"Thank you. Without you, I don't know how many times I would have died."
He thanked her heartily.
"No...you don't have to be so polite."
She raised her hand with some discomfort, trying to take away Lothar's hand, but stopped midway: "Go quickly, it is my natural duty to protect you."
Lothar nodded deeply and led the soldiers to collect the stolen goods from the bandit camp.
The robbers who laid down their weapons were tied into a long line.
The wing cavalry guarding them said loudly: "Our lord is a holy man loved by Heavenly Father. He has made a promise not to harm your lives, and he will not break this oath. As long as you are honest enough, everyone will Can survive!"
Some of the armored sergeants were touching corpses, while others were rummaging through boxes and cabinets in search of wealth.
At this time, someone shouted: "Sir, I found their treasury."
Seized property belongs to private property.
But the seizures Lothar mentioned were only the armor and property carried by the robbers. Whether it was the pack animals or the robbers' treasures, they all belonged to Lothar.
This is rare generosity.
After all, the ownership of the armor and weapons worn by these armored sergeants, and even themselves, belonged to Lothar.
Lothar hurried over and was immediately shocked by the dazzling array of gold and silver coins, sculptures, silks, gems, spices and other items piled into hills.
If all this wealth were converted into gold coins, it would be worth at least three thousand suludes!
This was under the premise that the bandit leader held a big ceremony last night and consumed a lot of money.
"No wonder many lords are keen on robbery. No business comes faster than robbery."
Lothar muttered to himself.
Once he gets this money, he won't have to worry about military expenses for a long time.
"Ryan, Model, you two supervisors, load all these belongings into the car and prepare to transport them back to Yogurtsburg."
"Hans, take some of your people and escort the bandit prisoners to Kaleburg as a meeting gift for our neighbors."
...
Not far away in Kaleborg.
Countess Stephanie, who had been up all night, suddenly received news, which made her eyes widen.
"How can this be?"
The subordinate said confidently: "Madam, I saw everything with my own eyes. The carriage carrying the treasure of Baron Yogurtsburg and the captured Bedouin bandits formed a long queue. Not only me, but many people I saw it all with my own eyes.”
"Madam, the envoy from Baron Georgesburg has arrived, and he also handed over a letter."
"Bring it!"
Countess Stephanie held back her anger, took the envelope, opened it, and her face softened a lot.
The letter has beautiful fonts and elegant wording.
"Dear Ms. Stephanie, I am your admirer Lothar. I have heard about your reputation for generosity before arriving in the Holy Land.
As a devout believer, I would like to thank you for your selfless gifts and donations to the pilgrims.
Unfortunately, during my trip to visit you, I was attacked by a group of desert bandits.
This ruined the meeting that was supposed to take place last night, but the situation is urgent and I am as poor as I am, and I can no longer afford to lose this gift to you.
Fortunately, I inquired about the stronghold of this group of desert bandits, so I decided to eliminate this group of bandits rampant in the Jordan River Basin as a meeting gift for your neighbor. "
"Oh, this Baron Lothar is really full of nonsense."
Dame Stephanie sneered: "Who doesn't know that this group of pagan bandits will be devoured by demonic fire as soon as they think of revealing their hiding place."
"It seems that we have all underestimated this young man."
"That's right. How can an ordinary person be favored by His Majesty the King?"
"What else did he bring?"
"A group of bandit captives. Baron Lothar said that he has spared the lives of these captives, but this cannot make up for the sins they have committed. I hope, madam, you can help sell this group of pagan captives into slavery."
Dame Stephanie was stunned for a moment and sneered: "Why sell him into slavery? He just doesn't want to break his oath and truly forgive these villains."
"Accept it for twenty dinars, and I will escort them to the banks of the Jordan River and hang them all."
...
Ten days later, everything was on track.
In the early morning, Yogurtsburg already had a brand new look, as if it were a newly built city wall with small trebuchets placed on each crenellation.
Two carpenters are building an irrigation canal leading to the village down the mountain, centered on the well in the castle.
The villagers who came from various villages and were preparing to say mass looked at the sergeant in bright armor guarding the door with anxiety.
Each of them holds a two-handed ax and wears multiple layers of chain armor, and some of them are even people they knew well in the past.
At this moment, he was holding the ax with a cold face and looking at them up and down with vigilant eyes.
A fierce atmosphere silenced the villagers who came to attend mass.
Knight Hans was temporarily assigned the duty of saying mass.
This is obviously against the rules.
But Lothar's prestige in Yogurtsburg seemed to have reached a level comparable to that of His Majesty the Pope. Many of his actions were completely rebellious in the eyes of others, and they turned a blind eye to them.
Leonard, a fanatic, even shouted in private: "The Lord's will is the will of the Heavenly Father! It's just because the Lord is the Son, and the Son, the Holy Spirit, and the Father are a trinity. "
…
In these ten days, Lothar had two new opportunities to draw cards, namely a Varangian Guards barracks and a city wall, two building cards.
There is nothing much to say about the city wall. The first-level city wall is only heightened and strengthened on the original basis, and it does not expand the size of the castle.
The Varangian Guard is an existing infantry regiment in the Eastern Empire. Most of its members are Vikings from Northern Europe, Albion and Novgorod.
Training one also costs fifty Suludes, and the training limit for baron-level titles is 100 people.
Most of them were heavy-armored infantrymen holding two-handed axes and carrying shields. They replaced the "praetorian guards" with a fine tradition of regicide and became a standing mercenary group to guard the Eastern Empire's palace.
In terms of combat effectiveness, they have indeed stepped on the ceiling of infantry in this era, but the problem is that in this era, there are really few opportunities for infantry to show their strength, except for defending and attacking cities.
For the same price, Lothar would rather get another horse and train it as a winged cavalry instead of a Varangian Guard.
Therefore, in the past ten days, Lothar only selected the ten most elite armored sergeants, including Ryan and Model, and transferred them to the Varangian Guard to serve as his personal guard.
Dusk hour.
A carefully worded letter was handed over by the messenger.
"The war is coming. Baron Lothar, as a baron serving the royal family, I recruit you to go to Jerusalem in the name of the King of Jerusalem, your lord. You need to bring all your cavalry."
This letter comes from Baldwin IV.
