Chapter 140 Turtle Shell Formation

This is a viewing corridor.

On the side, there are patches of Saracen-style arched windows.

On the wall at the end of the corridor hangs a huge tapestry painted with colored wool on linen, "The scene of Leonard leading the knights to charge in the Battle of Montgisard".

A thin gauze curtain is tied between the four load-bearing pillars.

There was a gentle breeze, and no one would have thought that such a cool place could exist in a holy place known for its scorching heat.

Fringilla was sitting on a recliner holding a bright red apple and chewing on it.

Prajna held a quill, sometimes thinking, sometimes writing furiously - Lothar encouraged her to try to write an original novel of her own, and she did so.

Lothar sat on a chair on the other side. Through the arched window, she could clearly see the gurgling stream flowing from the fountain in the garden below.

Here is Leonard's manor in Hebron.

But now it belongs to Count Lothar.

The Lord's Hall is just another name for the castle. Even if comfort was taken into consideration when it was built, it can only be ranked second at best.

Andreas, the dressmaker, was standing in front of Lothar, listening to Count Lothar's teachings.

"What's the use of persuading pagans to convert? Do you understand the fanaticism of converts? If you don't understand, you'll understand by submitting a petition, right? The other thing is to become famous as a teacher."

"Converting pagans is an achievement worthy of special mention. I plan to wait for Urdin to make some achievements and then ask him to take some gold and silver treasures to the Papal City to look around."

Lothar crossed her legs and explained in detail.

Andreas said with some confusion: "But if we 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 Saracens are just like the Franks. They are both regional names. The Kurds and the Turks are fighting so hard that they are going crazy. Well, even if they are just members of the same clan in different tribes, they still have deep hatred for each other."

"Furthermore, in order to avoid the situation you mentioned, I specially selected Hussein as a 'model'. Don't worry, his death will contribute more to the entire world than his lifetime."

Andreas suddenly understood: "I understand. In this way, you and the vast number of pagan farm laborers will be the beneficiaries. Only people like Hussein are the victims - but their will is no longer important."

"That's right."

Lothar hopes to train Andreas, a clothing officer, into a government affairs talent. He does have such talent and can understand many things at once.

Lothar thought of another thing and asked, "By the way, how are the public toilets being built?"

Building public toilets can prevent plagues and store fertilizers needed to increase food production. It is a double-edged sword.

Although some people in this era have the concept that food grown by composting manure is inedible and disgusting, this is not something that ordinary people need to consider.

Just being able to fill their bellies is good enough for them.

Andreas thought for a moment and replied: "The three public toilets in the northern city have been completed. Public toilets will be able to cover the entire Hebron within a week at the latest."

"Send Model and his city guards to inform everyone in the city in Gaulish, Germanic, Arabic, and Kurdish that starting next week, no one will be allowed to defecate freely, especially wastewater such as feces. , dumped into the river, the former shall be fined five copper coins, the latter ten.”

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 - don't hit him too hard. The purpose of punishment is secondary, and the main purpose is to guide."

As a time traveler, he is very aware of the horror of the plague.

Moreover, even if he didn't consider the plague, he didn't want to step on human and animal feces every time he traveled.

Hnusburg, village of Seprun.

The Hussars have blocked the entrance and exit of the entire village.

Jeanne led the remaining veterans and looked at the spacious and tall Saracen-style building in front of them casually. This was the mansion where Hussein lived.

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.

"In your own language, order Hussein to surrender immediately. If you resist, 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!"

At this time, bursts of killing cries came from the two forks in the village.

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.

The remaining veterans immediately raised their square shields and formed an inseparable "phalanx". Each square shield was pieced together, leaving only the legs and head exposed.

The arrows hit the shields, but they couldn't do anything to them at all.

The enemy leader was stunned for a moment. He saw the serfs who had been deceived with lies one by one. They rushed to the edge of the shield wall and showed timidity, not daring to take another step forward.

"Come with me and kill all these damn Franks!"

He was anxious in his heart and shouted. Taking advantage of the chain mail shirt he wore under his scales, he raised a round shield and hit the shield wall of the city guard directly.

The dagger of the city guard stabbed him, but it was not painful or itchy. Instead, he was pushed back by the huge force of the opponent.

The soldiers in the front chatted loudly for a while, and immediately removed their shields in front of them. The soldiers in the back row pulled the enemy leader in through the gap, took off their helmets, stabbed him with their daggers, and easily took care of him.

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: "I just have to stick to it."

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 are endless.

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".