Chapter 407 Crusade

Lord Enrique glanced tiredly at the houses in the city that were struck down by boulders.

Only the main building of the castle is still standing, but it is already dilapidated and riddled with holes.

The air was filled with a faint rancid smell and a somewhat pungent smell of tar.

It was the smell of corpses and burned-out houses that had not yet been cleaned up under the rubble.

The Saracens placed a vicious curse of fire on the stone bullets... although some say it was just some kind of grease smeared on them.

But Enrique had never seen grease burn for so long.

Some people were only splashed a little, but even water couldn't extinguish it, and they could only let the skin be roasted into charcoal.

"Are they trying to bury us alive with rocks?"

"I feel like they want to stone us."

"Gan, these sons of bitches are going to execute us as bitches?"

"When will our King arrive? It's already the sixth day."

The crusaders fell into silence.

They have asked this question many times recently, and the expectations in their eyes have gradually disappeared.

"Sir, do we have no reinforcements at all?"

"Yes, but it takes time to transfer."

Enrique repeated it more than once.

Someone said with a face full of resentment: "Maybe they won't be able to arrive even if we are all dead."

"There are still 2,000 Knights Hospitallers in the Knights' Castle. Why don't they come?"

Enrique hesitated to speak.

He wanted to say that even if the two thousand people from Knights Castle arrived, what would be the use? What's more, it was the headquarters of the Knights Hospitallers. How could there be any reason to abandon one's hometown just to come and support a small lord?

But he also understands the pressure and fear of the soldiers. Who can think rationally in this situation?

Be careful of being stoned to pulp every day.

The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to observe whether the Saracen army outside the city had launched an attack.

He was always worried that his head would be cut off by cruel pagans in his sleep.

These days of being on tenterhooks can make people collapse.

One of the Crusaders said in despair: "My lord, can we really ascend to heaven?"

"You can definitely fight for God."

Enrique stretched out his hand and straightened the helmet of the young warrior in front of him.

His eyes were firm: "Cheer up, soldiers, I was surrounded by tens of thousands of Andalusians in Valencia, but in the end we won."

There were sparse and feeble responses from all around.

They did not doubt that they could achieve final victory, but they doubted that they would survive until that day.

…

Time passes slowly.

At noon, the sun was high in the sky. Since the well was buried by the ruins, the crusaders guarding the city all had chapped lips and hid in the shade without wanting to move.

Enrique doubted how many percent of his soldiers had combat strength left.

If the Saracens attacked now, it would only take an hour at most for them to be killed, right?

What on earth were those Saracens thinking?

These tens of thousands of troops eat their horses and men every day, just to throw those stone bullets, which are valuable in the desert, into their castle every day?

"Watch your back, sir!"

The priest not far away suddenly spoke.

Enrico subconsciously turned around and saw a huge boulder flying from a distance with the sound of howling wind.

Accompanied by a loud noise, it crashed onto the tower.

Splashing stones fell like raindrops.

When he reacted, he realized that his tower, which had retained its main body, had finally collapsed completely.

Almost all of the soldiers hiding in the shade of the tower were buried in the rubble.

The loud noise made his ears ring.

Everywhere on the city wall were injured and maimed soldiers, making dying wails.

No one can save them.

Just like no one can come to save yourself.

“Heavenly Father is above.”

The despair that surged in his heart for a moment made Enrique even have the urge to jump off the city wall.

As if seeing his intention to die, not far away, a priest wearing a mail shirt and holding a mace walked forward quickly: "Life is given to us by God. He gives and He takes away." , must not destroy it yourself.”

In Catholic teachings, suicide is a serious crime that can never be redeemed and will lead to endless hell.

Enrique smiled bitterly: "Father Roderico, I understand this."

"only…"

He looked around and there were wailing sounds everywhere.

This is hell on earth, Father.

A low trumpet sound suddenly sounded.

"Are the Saracens about to attack?"

Enrique held the half-sword in his hand tightly, and there was a sense of joy on his face that he was finally free.

He stretched out his hands on the battlements and tried to stand up.

There was indeed a commotion in the Saracen military camp in the distance, but the sound didn't seem to be coming from there.

In my ears, someone suddenly shouted in surprise.

"Look over there!"

In the distance, accompanied by the sound of a trumpet, a flying flag appeared on the horizon.

A whole row of knights wearing bright plate armor and holding lances slowly appeared on the hillside.

"The double-headed eagle...is the army of Marquis Lothar!"

"Sir, reinforcements have arrived!"

The whole castle was plunged into a carnival atmosphere.

People were shouting with excitement.

Enrique's eyes welled up with tears, and his lips trembled. He said after a long time: "They are finally here. Heavenly Father has not abandoned us, and His Majesty the King has not abandoned us."

With the arrival of the Crusaders, an earth-shattering roar came from the Saracen camp.

Immediately afterwards, a giant shadow took off from the camp.

It was a huge black dragon, and the violent roar it made when it vibrated its wings was like a boulder being thrown away by a trebuchet.

The Crusader prince wearing a golden mask and helmet, riding a two-meter-tall giant horse, stood at the front of the team, raising his sword high.

"Set up the ballista!"

The order was passed quickly.

In this era, there are only a few weapons that can threaten flying dragons. Although this special ballistae has a long range, it cannot be blessed by Nysaya's magic because the magic-blocking gold it fires has magic-breaking properties.

The most they can do is deal with those ferocious dragons.

But at this time, something must be done to let the soldiers know that they are not without means to fight the evil dragon.

In the team, Jeanne, who carries the holy spear on her shoulder, is ready. She and Lothar are the main forces in this battle.

Facing this legendary creature, the faces of the Crusaders could not help but show a look of fear.

Many people were praying, worried that there would be terrifying dragon flames falling from the sky.

In the sky, the giant dragon hovered for a while, as if it was aware of the hidden danger. It showed off its power for a long time, but it had no intention of swooping down and spitting dragon flames.

"This cunning beast."

Lothar cursed in a low voice.

Jeanne said softly: "It may be the spell caster on its back. Do you want me to try to give him a holy spear?"

Lothar shook his head.

The appearance of the enemy dragon dealt a huge blow to the morale of the Crusaders.

Even if a holy spear fails to achieve victory, it can still boost morale.

But this is obviously not equivalent to exposing one's own trump card.

A series of specially made giant crossbows stood up. The Crusaders did not rush in, but began to build a camp.

The Crusaders who have come from afar are not very high in physical strength or morale at this time. It is right to prioritize defense.

…

Saladin led hundreds of black-armored Kasagi guards to the front of the formation, looking at the Crusaders coming from afar.

"The Crusaders seem to have changed their style. When they arrive, they prioritize building camps instead of rushing to fight to show off their bravery."

"It may be that the dragon frightened them so that they did not dare to act rashly."

"only."

Takidin wondered: "Why didn't Master Shemeier take action? Even if the dragon only spits out a mouthful of dragon flames, the effect of shocking the enemy's morale would be increased a hundred times!"

Saladin shook his head: "Master Shemeier naturally has his considerations. Lothar has killed more than one giant dragon. He must not be underestimated."

"We can't just watch them camp here smoothly. My king, fighter opportunities are rare. Let me take those dragon beasts to charge once and test the quality of these crusaders."

Takidin is eager to fight.

"not the right time yet."

Saladin glanced at him and still shook his head: "Whether to attack or not will be decided after Master Shemail comes back."

Takidin opened his mouth, but closed it again.

He knew that since the spell caster intervened in the secular war, the skills he was good at before were no longer relevant.