Huge Saracenic arched windows.
A large tapestry of colored wool on linen depicting the Battle of Montgisard, with Leonard leading the charge of the knights.
Spacious, bright room.
Between the four load-bearing pillars, gauze tents are tied.
Fringilla was sitting on a recliner holding a bright red apple and chewing on it.
Lothar sat on the other side and through the arched window could clearly see the gurgling stream flowing from the fountain in the garden below.
Here is Leonard's manor in Hebron.
The Lord's Hall is just another name for the castle. Even if it is well built, it will not be more comfortable to live in than the manor house.
The dressmaker Andreas was standing next to Lothar, listening to his instructions.
"In persuading pagans to convert, do you understand the role of the first convert to submit a petition? Do you understand the fanaticism of the converts? In addition, it is to become famous as a teacher."
"It is better to take action against the heretics than to be interpreted as me wanting to centralize power, lest the vassals collude with the local chiefs and tax collectors."
"Finally, preaching is an achievement worthy of special mention. It is beneficial to my reputation in the Catholic world, reducing religious taxes in the territory, and other aspects."
Lothar crossed her legs and explained in detail.
Andreas said with some confusion: "But if we want to win over the Saracens and kill Hussein, won't it make the Saracens fear us?"
"Ha, who are the Egyptians to build the pyramids for? What's more, the treatment I give them is higher than those of the Saracens."
Lothar said with emphasis: "Don't think of pagans or Saracens as a monolith. You have to know that the Kurds and Turks fought so hard that their brains are almost gone. The Bedouin tribesmen of Ur tribe also They don’t think that Sauter’s people are their compatriots.”
"Furthermore, in order to avoid the situation you mentioned, I specially selected the 'model' Hussein. Don't worry, his death will contribute more to the entire world than his lifetime."
"By the way, how are the public toilets built?"
"It's almost finished," Andreas said.
"Sent Model and his city guards to inform everyone in Gaulish, Germanic, Arabic, and Kurdish that they are no longer allowed to defecate freely, and in particular, it is forbidden to dump feces and other wastewater into the river. The former will be fined five A fine of 1 copper coin for the latter, and ten coins for the latter.”
Andreas nodded and said: "But what if the other party cannot afford to pay the fine?"
Lothar thought for a moment and said: "Then let him bare his buttocks and receive ten whippings in full view of the public. Just remember to spank him. The purpose of punishment is second, mainly to guide."
...
Jeanne looked at the spacious building in front of her casually. This was the mansion where Hussein lived.
The Hussars have blocked the entrances and exits of the entire village.
In order to avoid the suspicion of the lord, Hussein's mansion was spacious and luxurious, but it was not a solid fortress-like building.
The remaining veterans, or the elite city guards, held large square shields with the double-headed eagle logo on them, lined up in a tight square, and waited in front of the mansion.
Fifty people happened to form half a centurion.
"Use your language and order Hussein to surrender immediately. If he resists, no one will be left alive!"
A hussar pushed a captured bandit and asked him to go and shout.
The door to the mansion was closed, and there was no response.
"It seems that we are going to fight to the end."
Jeanne smiled: "Get ready for battle, soldiers!"
From the two forks in the village, there were bursts of shouts of killing.
The next moment, a group of serfs holding dung forks and door panels rushed out. Led by some soldiers wearing black scale armor, they howled and rushed towards the remaining veterans.
On the roofs on both sides, Saracens holding bows and shooting arrows also appeared.
"Turtle shell array!"
shouted the centurion appointed by Model.
They immediately raised the square shields in their hands and formed an inseparable "phalanx". Each square shield was tightly pieced together, with only the legs and head exposed.
The enemy leader, who was wearing a chain mail shirt inside his scale armor, crashed directly into the shield wall.
The city guard's dagger stabbed the opponent's body without any pain or itching.
The soldiers in front chatted loudly for a while, then immediately withdrew their shields. The soldiers in the back row pulled the enemy leader in from the gap. After a moment, there was a sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh.
Someone yelled: "Cut their exposed legs."
But it turned out that this was a fool's errand, as their weapons found it difficult to kill the remaining veterans equipped with chainmail leggings.
Moreover, when they leaned down to attack, the shield that was supposed to be used for defense would suddenly come down from above and hit their heads.
The turtle formation formed by the remaining veterans is simply a mixture of a turtle and a hedgehog.
Although there were many enemies rushing up, they were unable to cause any harm to the remaining veterans. After fighting for so long, the enemies were dead everywhere, but the remaining veterans suffered no casualties.
Hussein stood on the roof with an expression of disbelief on his face.
"Fuck, how is this possible!"
"Don't I still know what these city guards are? Rotten gamblers, prostitutes, liars, thieves, extortionists... They just changed their equipment, and they are so powerful?"
If he didn't know the city guards thoroughly, how could he possibly have the idea of taking the initiative?
"Sir, what should we do now?"
"what to do?"
Hussein looked defeated: "We can only, we can only hold on."
Because he only plundered his brothers and Jewish merchants, his reputation was almost as bad as it could be. How could anyone support him?
As for Lothar's vassals, they would naturally not take such a big risk to support a pagan tycoon who only gave them few gifts every year.
"I want to hide but I can't come out."
Jeanne ordered the winged cavalry to pursue the fleeing enemies, and then raised the holy spear in her hand.
"I'm carrying siege weapons."
The holy spear in Jeanna's hand began to gather infinite brilliance. Even at noon, when the sun was the brightest, it still gave people a dazzling feeling.
The next moment, there was a loud noise.
The closed door of the mansion was blasted open.
The centurion shouted: "Follow the eagle and charge with me!"
The turtle shell formation dispersed, and the remaining veterans rushed into the mansion like a tide.
Cries of killing, clashing of iron tools, and screams could be heard all the time.
Jeanne sat behind Akhal Tekin's horse "Grape", looking a little bored: "It was such a boring battle, and it wasn't as interesting as the eradication of those gangs of bandits."
The outcome of the battle was determined from the beginning.
Lothar sent fifty remaining veterans and twenty winged cavalry. This kind of military force was used to deal with a "landlord", which was like a cannon to swat mosquitoes.
But he didn't feel any loss.
Elites must be trained.
It is also beneficial for them to experience more low-intensity battles to better accept the combat experience of "retained veterans".
