Chapter 171 Night Attack

On the vast Gobi desert.

The bandits scattered among the pilgrims suddenly became alarmed when the hussars were about to rush forward.

"It's those winged knights!"

"These lingering beasts, retreat quickly, we are no match for them!"

But how could it be too late to withdraw now?

Hans held the "cavalry spear" in his hand and led the way into the bandits. This heavy weapon in his hand looked like it was made of dead wood, and he waved it dexterously.

None of the robbers was Hans's enemy.

The robbers were so frightened that they said: "Run quickly, this guy is much more powerful than the patrol officer!"

The hussars were silent, chasing the bandits efficiently like killing machines.

They were often a head shorter than the bandits riding dromedary camels, but the bandits' condescending advantage was obliterated by their personal martial arts and equipment in front of the hussars.

Hussars are elite cavalry that can defeat the Mamluks head-on.

Moreover, their mounts are all specially trained war horses, and they will not be frightened by the smell of camels.

In addition, the explosive power of war horses is far better than dromedary camels. They can't be beaten or run away. Soon, the bandits are wiped out.

Hans came to Lothar and said respectfully: "Sir, all the bandits have been annihilated."

Lothar asked: "Is there anyone alive?"

"have."

"Ulm, come here."

Ulm looked ashamed and came from behind: "I'm sorry, sir, this is our dereliction of duty."

It is difficult to wipe out all the bandits, because in this vast Gobi desert, as long as there are hidden water sources and supplies, no one can be sure to catch a group of bandits who come and go like the wind.

Lothar hummed:

"It's good that you know. Now, go and interrogate them out of their hiding place. If there are any accomplices left behind, lead your patrol team to wipe them out."

"I see."

Lothar frowned and asked, "What's the point of what I said?"

Ulm thought for a moment and then said solemnly: "The point is to find out where they are hiding?"

Hans reminded in a low voice: "The point is the treasure in the hiding place."

Ulm suddenly realized: "I understand, sir!"

Lothar coughed slightly: "Go back quickly, we will meet in New Habsburg tonight."

After clearing the battlefield, Lothar met with the leader of the pilgrim group, a Persian imam said to be from the largest fire worship temple in Ctesiphon.

"I'm sorry, distinguished elder. It's my fault to let you suffer such misfortune in my territory. But I promise that your journey will be smooth."

The imam was a dervish in a white robe. He said humbly: "Thank you for your help, kind lord. This is not your dereliction of duty. Perhaps it is the Holy Fire that has given us the training in the world."

“It is precisely because of the difficulties we face that the pilgrimage is an even greater testament to our piety.”

Lothar said noncommittally: "Dear elder, I want to hear about the situation in the East, such as Khitan, Tatar, or the more distant Song Dynasty."

He already knew from passing caravans that the Khitans at this time had been expelled to the Western Regions and established the Western Liao Kingdom. They had also fought several major battles with Sassanid Persia, with both sides winning or losing.

The imam was stunned for a moment and then said: "Sorry, kind lord, I grew up in a temple and have limited understanding of the secular world. I'm afraid I can't explain it to you."

Lothar shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, I'm just curious."

Actually, it’s not just curiosity.

In this era, the rise of the Tatars was much earlier than Lothar's previous life. At the very least, their reputation has now spread to Jerusalem along with the caravans.

This had to make Lothar feel alert.

If the second whip of God in history were to come so soon, the current situation in West Asia would be completely reshuffled.

Farewell to the procession of pilgrims.

Lothar looked back on a hillside. These pilgrims were collecting the bodies of their dead compatriots, piling them next to a pile of firewood, dousing them with flammable kerosene, and lighting the bonfire.

Black smoke rose into the sky.

…

It's almost evening.

Lothar's army had just arrived at the New Habsburg.

Before they even got close, the knights and peasant soldiers were like country bumpkins entering Constantinople, opening their mouths wide and letting out bursts of exclamations.

"What kind of tree is this? It's so tall?"

"Is it an oak tree?"

In the desert, it is difficult to see huge oak trees that are twenty meters tall.

Moreover, this is far from the limit of the Tree of Life.

For the Tree of Life, a tree that is twenty meters high is still in its infancy. It must be at least thirty meters tall before it has entered its youth stage, and its growth rate will gradually slow down.

Leonard hurried to Lothar's team with a flattering smile.

"Sir, your army's camp has been prepared, as well as clean water and food. You have been running around all day, so you should come in and rest quickly."

Lothar nodded: "How is the construction progress of the castle?"

Leonard looked embarrassed: "Sir, there is no suitable rock nearby. We have to dig it out from a place thirty miles away and then transport it, so the construction schedule is delayed."

Lothar said angrily: "I'm not here to listen to your complaints."

Leonard quickly said: "Two more months, I promise that it will be completed in two more months."

Lothar raised the riding crop and patted him on the shoulder: "Take me and take a look, Leonard. If the progress is slower than I think, be careful about getting a whipping."

It's getting late.

Dark clouds covered the bright moon, plunging the entire Hebron into darkness.

At this time, outside the castle in the middle of the city.

A group of black figures were using hooks and ropes to throw onto the three-meter-high outer wall, and then nimbly climbed over the wall and sneaked into the inner fortress.

The remaining city guard posts were easily bypassed by them.

boom--

Baron Fulk, who was living in the guest room, was suddenly awakened by the sound of subtle footsteps.

He cautiously picked up the weapon hanging on the wall and slowly walked towards the window.

A startling glance.

He saw a sneaky figure not far from the corner, holding a weapon and looking around.

He was about to pick up his weapon and shout.

A low and magnetic male voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Guests, please rest assured that we have learned the location of the intruder. Next, we ask guests to stay in the room with peace of mind to avoid unnecessary accidental injuries."

Fulk was startled and broke into a cold sweat.

"Ah, it's Mr. Coors, what's wrong with you?"

"The way I appeared may easily scare people, but the situation is urgent, so please don't blame me."

Coors showed a polite and formulaic smile and repeated again: "Guests, please stay safe and don't go out."

Then, he opened the door and walked out.

Wait, open the door?

So how did he get in?

Fulk's heart, which he had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly became anxious again.

Little did he know that Coors' face didn't look good at this time. In the darkness, his face looked as pale as a layer of powder.

If someone saw him suddenly, they would definitely think that he was an evil spirit from hell.

Although the facts are not much different.

When Coors appeared again, he was already in the room where Andreas was resting.

Andreas was woken up from his sleep by Coors. When he saw Coors standing beside the bed like a ghost, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

"So it's you, Mr. Coors."

He released his reflexive grip on the weapon, got up from the bed, and said nervously: "Coming?"

Kors nodded slightly.

"They are more restless than adults expected."

Lothar originally expected that no one would be ready to attack his castle until the second or third day after they left - he had to discuss it with Zahn Aladdin anyway, so that the inside and outside should be coordinated.

Otherwise, what would happen if he burned down his castle?