Chapter 310 Return

The leader was killed in battle, and the courageous Guaizima naturally lost the capital to show off his ruthlessness. Under the leadership of their respective fierce An Muke, they began to withdraw from the battlefield.

As for the Iron Buddha, they lost their mounts and were almost completely wiped out.

Lothar knelt on the ground and held the ground with one hand. He wanted to change into a more decent posture, but he couldn't muster any strength at all.

After using the half-dragon transformation, and then using the holy spear, even with the help of blood power, it is too reluctant for Lothar today.

He now has no shortage of powerful destructive skills, both for groups and for single targets. The only thing that limits him is his mental and physical strength.

In the distance, among the flying ashes, there was a sound of coughing, and the shadow of a knight in silver armor was vaguely revealed.

"There's so much dust here."

Jeanne was riding on the back of the sweaty horse, frowning and coughing.

"Sir, you look really miserable now."

Of course it’s miserable!

After Lothar finished transforming into a half-dragon, he was already in a state of nakedness.

At this time, there was black ash everywhere on his body, like a miner who had just returned from the mine.

Lothar said angrily: "You know I'm miserable, why don't you come and help me?"

He somewhat misses Jeanne, who was just a little village girl at first and stayed with him all day long to learn how to deal with government affairs. Now Jeanna has such a bad character!

Jeanne had a smile on her lips, because she knew it was just a dream and he would be unscathed when he woke up, so she made such a risky plan.

But deep down in my heart, I felt a little guilty, and my tone became much softer.

"I'm sorry, my lord."

She got off the horse and helped Lothar up: "I promise you, this is just this once and will never happen again."

As if she didn't expect Jeanne to say this, Lothar coughed: "It's nothing, this time it's a blessing in disguise."

If he hadn't happened to deal with Jin Wushu, he might not have known about the dragonborn's ability to "bathe in dragon blood". Even the royal family like Jin Wushu, who possesses the dragon of destiny, is included in the "dragon category" among.

After all, the dragon veins of the East, the true dragons of the East, and the giant dragons of the West are not the same thing.

Especially the so-called "Dragon Qi". There are not a few monarchs he has met so far. Baldwin IV, Queen Lagaia and Saladin are all genuine kings of a country.

But among them, Lothar never felt any "dragon energy".

Perhaps, Dragon Vein Luck was originally exclusive to the Eastern Dynasty, or perhaps, it was only exclusive to the Eastern Dynasty in yesterday's world of giant ships.

After all, the world he was in didn't even have gunpowder, and the rules were different from yesterday's giant ships and the world in his previous life.

No matter what, the awakening level of the Dragonborn bloodline is further increased, and the Black Dragon of Luck obtained can become stronger as the power increases, which is equivalent to a growth talent, which is a good thing.

The soles of Lothar's feet softened, and she moved a little louder, stirring up a cloud of ashes.

"Be careful."

There was a hidden smile on Jeanne's face: "Inhaling this mouthful of ashes may be equivalent to half of this person's arm during his lifetime."

Lothar was not disgusted by her, but hugged her shoulders and proudly showed her dazzling white teeth: "What, am I very powerful? In this battle, I am the first-class hero. Sure enough, Even after all these years, you still have to rely on me."

The corner of Jeanna's mouth curled up slightly: "It's just average. If it were me, the process would definitely not be as thrilling as yours."

"Just be tough."

Lothar's face was full of disbelief, and Jeanne had no area-of-effect killing spell. The Holy Spear's area-of-effect damage to a single target, Lothar had already stood in front of all the followers.

In the distance, the city gate of Qingshui County opened.

The county magistrates, along with militiamen and civilians, rushed out without weapons to rescue the wounded.

Jeanne was a little surprised and said: "I didn't expect these people to have some courage. At least they are not afraid of those Jin cavalry returning."

"Look what you said, not all Song people are cowards."

Lothar said seriously: "Yue Fei, Prince Yue, is still respected by thousands of people even in our time, and there are many people and things worthy of special mention."

Jeanna put away the contempt on her face and became serious: "I understand, just like the Eastern Empire."

She knew that Lothar was originally a Han Chinese in his previous life and had good feelings and sympathy for the Song people.

This is also the reason why their followers, whether they are Italians, French, Transylvanians, or Prussians, can speak fluent Chinese, and then the national language.

"If you, my lord, had traveled through time to the Song Dynasty, you would probably be the emperor by now, right?"

"It depends on who is the emperor. If it is Emperor Huiqin, or a fool like Zhao Gou'er, he will rebel against Te Niang. If it is Emperor Renzong, who is famous for his generosity and kindness."

Lothar paused slightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "I guess I'll still do the opposite, but I'll probably hesitate for a while."

"If we rebel, many people will die, right?"

Lothar said sternly: "If we don't rebel, many people will die, just like cutting flesh with a dull knife. Instead, it is better to just raise the flag and rebel. After taking over the world and driving out the Tartars, we can then rest and recuperate."

"That's such a shame."

Jeanna's face showed a trace of expectation.

She really wanted to see what Lothar looked like as a rebel leader. Didn't he look like Liu Bowu who was wearing a long gown and looked like he could fight at first glance?

"Are we going to wake up?"

"There's still a quarter of an hour left. Do you want to say something to those Song people?"

Lothar originally wanted to say something, but when he thought that this was just a dream and that they could not change what happened in established history, he shook his head again.

"There's nothing more to say."

"Then wake up."

The world in front of Lothar gradually blurred until it fell into darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was holding a soft and delicate hand tightly in his hand.

"you're awake."

Prajna frowned slightly: "This dream doesn't seem to go smoothly - you sweat a lot."

Lothar felt the completely different atmosphere from the combat records and let out a sigh of relief: "It is indeed not very smooth, but the result is quite good. Do you want to listen? To be honest, I didn't expect that it was just me and Jean. Na's participation has made all your preparations in vain."

Far away on the island of Cyprus, in a military camp in Limassol.

Renault suddenly woke up from his tent and groped his body up and down. Before he woke up, he was struck by a Jinguo Tiefutu holding a big axe, his chest was sunken with an axe, and he vomited blood and died.

It hurt him terribly at the time.

Pao Ze, who was lying next to him, looked at him in confusion. This man woke up earlier than Renault, and the two looked at each other.

After a long while, he said: "Are you having nightmares too?"

Renault said in disbelief: "You too? I remember that you were... shot through the eye socket by an arrow, right?"

"It's not a dream."

"That wasn't a dream at all."

Renault murmured to himself: "Do you remember what the Grand Knight Commander told us? This is a test for us and a precious experience."

His voice was not low. In a trance, everyone around him seemed to have returned to the battlefield full of blood and death. The Iron Buddha of the Jin Kingdom was definitely the most terrifying and powerful enemy they had ever seen in their lives.

Even the seemingly mediocre kidnapping horse is better than most of the Saracen cavalry.

"If we hadn't relied on the car barriers and backed up the city wall to force the iron pagodas to dismount and fight, we would have been scattered and crushed in the wilderness in an instant."

"Yes, even the hussars and those knights don't have such a terrifying aura."

"I never thought we could actually win."

"Next time you face such a heavily armored enemy, you should prepare some blunt weapons. The two-handed axes of the Earl's Guards are good."

In the dim tent, the peasants and soldiers talked loudly.

Not only them, the entire camp was caught in the noise.

The military judge responsible for maintaining military discipline, Ned Stark, did not immediately come out to maintain order. Like everyone else, he was still recalling every scene and scene he experienced during the battle.

He suddenly wondered: "Who is this Marshal Gill? I have never heard of him before. Why was he suddenly appointed as Marshal and no one objected?"

Not far away is another camp dedicated to the Knights of the Order.

With crosses hanging on their fronts, they were praying devoutly.

There was no doubt that they had just experienced a miracle.

The commander of the regiment, who was far away in Constantinople, gathered all his soldiers together in his sleep and held a grand military drill.

The place they arrived at was said to be the Song Dynasty located in the easternmost part of the world. The opponent they faced was the Jin cavalry that had easily defeated the Khitan Liao Dynasty in Central Asia.

The enemy is numerous and we are few, the enemy is strong and we are weak.

But in the end, they won the final victory with their courage to never back down and their loyalty to their Heavenly Father and their faith.

This kind of experience is far beyond the scope of witchcraft that people imagine. It is definitely a miracle.

"Heavenly Father loves you so much that he has given him the authority to control divine power. We must assist you wholeheartedly, protect the Holy Land and the smooth flow of pilgrimage roads, and spread the glory of Heavenly Father, Amen."

"Amen."

The commander of the Teutonic Knights, Heberland, and the other nine members of the Grand Council of Knights all crossed themselves devoutly and sang hymns in a low voice.

The whole camp was filled with the low voices of people praying.

In the past, although the knights of the order respected Lothar, they were definitely not loyal. The so-called position of grand leader was more like an exchange of interests.

Lothar provided wealth, fiefdoms, and weapons and equipment, and they repaid Lothar with their swords and lances.

But after they experienced the Battle of Limassol and tonight, they truly had a sense of belonging to Lothar, an intuition that they could win every battle if they followed Lothar's men.

Heberlund's heart was filled with enthusiasm. He believed that the Teutonic Knights, under the leadership of this new Grand Master, would become a behemoth comparable to the Temple and the Knights Hospitaller.