Chapter 413 The Plan Unfolds (Part 1)

The girl with long blue-gray hair fluttering in the wind and wrapped in a white cloak stood upright at the top of the city in Gaza.

In the distance, you can see citrus plantations with green fruits.

And beyond, the endless Gobi desert.

Gaza is a good place, only fifty kilometers away from Hebron, the seat of the Lothar territory, and very close to the coastline. Since the imperial era, it has been an important trade hub for the Fertile Crescent to take over Egypt's granary.

In the past, when the Saracens and the Crusaders lived in harmony, an endless stream of caravans would enter the territory controlled by the Crusaders from this gate every day.

But as the war ignited, the endless flow of caravans in the past also disappeared.

Princess Sibylla is the nominal ruler here, but in fact it is controlled by "Baron Robert of Toulouse". The baron is not considered a vassal of Princess Sibylla, but only manages the Gaza territory.

Snap.

The girl skillfully opened a tin box with her thumb, and with her dexterous and slender fingers, she took out a chocolate biscuit and stuffed it into her mouth.

The sweetness made her squint her eyes slightly.

When did you start to have a sweet tooth?

Can't remember some clearly.

Maybe it was when I first arrived in Saluzzo.

Because she often lost to Valentin in trials, her meals were halved as punishment, and she was ostracized by a group of xenophobic Saluzzo wolves. As a result, Valentin handed her a box when she was starving in bed. toffee.

Or maybe it was because before she arrived in Saluzzo, every time she went to the New World to visit her tribe, she always got a lot of colorful candies to eat, which made the candies equated with the warmth of her hometown in her mind.

Thinking of these memories.

Cellinina pursed her lips, and the tenderness in her eyes was like the ripples caused by the gentle breeze blowing across the smooth, mirror-like surface of the lake in the mountains.

This is a rare sight.

The noble young man who had been observing for a long time was a little stunned. He was stunned for a long time before he recovered. He is the eldest son of Baron Robert. Although he has no title, he can be respectfully called "Sir".

"Miss Cellinina!"

The young man's face turned red and he mustered up the courage to shout.

Chelinina tilted her head, frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Of course it wasn't that she didn't notice this little guy, she just didn't take it to heart.

The young man hesitated and said: "Have you eaten... If not, we can eat a saffron roast and drink two glasses of sweet and delicious mead - or do you have any other ideas?"

Cellinina turned back with some lack of interest: "I'm not hungry."

The disappointment on the young man's face was clear.

He considered his words and then said: "What about tonight, beautiful lady, if you are willing to show off, I promise that I will prepare a unique banquet."

Cellinina rested her elbows on the wall tiles, and the breeze blew her smooth and flowing long blue-gray hair. She wrote lightly: "Do you like me?"

"ah?"

The young man became incomparable: "No, no, no, ah, no, that's right, but..."

"Okay, there's no need to say any more, I'm not interested in you."

Chelinina's face is delicate but indifferent, like a clay or wooden sculpture without any emotion. When ordinary people face her, no matter how much they admire her appearance, they will feel a sense of shame and embarrassment that they dare not approach her.

Young people used to be like this.

However, the scenery the girl unconsciously revealed was too moving.

The young man said unwillingly: "Miss, I know this is very abrupt, but I am convinced that I was deeply attracted to you when I saw you for the first time. Please give me a chance to show your sincerity."

Cellinina's eyeballs turned golden, and her pitch-black vertical pupils were like needlepoints, quickly transforming her from the cold iceberg she was before into a wild female leopard.

Her figure seemed to have traveled through time and space, appearing in front of the young man out of thin air. The long sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword was pressed against the young man's throat. The girl maintained this action and said expressionlessly: "What now? "

The young man was startled.

The bone-chilling murderous intent coming from the other party made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Does she really want to kill me?

Just because I rashly proposed to pursue her?

For a moment, the grievance in the young man's heart was like a vast ocean, drowning out his original fear.

The two faced off for a moment.

Chelinina still dispersed the wolf bloodline and retracted the unsheathed blade.

She stood again a few meters away from the young man, and the murderous intention she displayed before seemed to have never appeared before.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, but still had some lingering fears: "Miss Chelinina, I have known for a long time that you are the witch consultant of the Marquis. There is no need to scare me like this, right?"

"I'm not trying to scare you."

Cellinina's tone was calm, her animal ears hidden under the brim of her hat trembled slightly, she frowned and looked into the distance.

After following Cellinina's line of sight for a long time, the young man could vaguely see that a scout was speeding towards her.

When they got closer, they discovered that there was not only a Crusader scout, but also dozens of lightly-armed Saracen cavalry behind the scout. From time to time, they bent their bows and nocked arrows, and fired cold arrows from the scout's back.

However, the accuracy of the riding bow was very limited. After several consecutive shots and dozens of arrows, none of them could hit the scout.

"Father, it's those damn Saracens. As expected by Marquis Lothar, they are really here!"

"Quickly, please inform us that the Saracen army has arrived. Everyone must fulfill their duty to defend the city!"

The noble young man shouted loudly.

The soldiers guarding the city immediately took action and pulled the copper bell used for alarm at the city.

After the young man finished giving instructions, he was about to ask Cellinina what to do, but when he looked back, he found that Cellinina was already standing on the city wall and jumped.

He hurried forward.

However, they found that Chelinina was like a maple leaf, floating against the wind, towards the scouts who were running wildly.

In the other party's frightened eyes.

Cellinina passed the scout and came to his back.

"I will marry you off."

The crazy air current blew up the rolling yellow sand.

When the Saracen cavalry looked at this ghostly figure, their expressions changed greatly. They stopped and did not dare to get closer. They just stopped their mounts, bent their bows and shot arrows at Cellinina and the Crusader scouts who had their backs turned to them. .

However, Cellinina made no move.

Then she saw that all the arrows aimed at her began to revolve around Chelinina at extremely high speeds, as if they were caught in a storm.

Cellinina's figure disappeared in a flash.

When he reappeared, he was already behind his pursuers.

She straightened her robe that had become wrinkled due to strenuous activities. Behind her, almost every Saracen soldier had an arrow stuck in his neck. The arrow penetrated deep into his neck, leaving him no chance of rescue.

"This move is called Wind Control Sword Technique."

A smile appeared on her face.

When looking back.

Cellinina's eyes were facing the young noble who was so shocked that she couldn't shut her mouth at the top of the city. She waved and then walked into the vast desert without looking back - the Sarase scouts had already arrived. This shows that the enemy is almost at the border.

The assassination plan will be launched in advance.

Port Ella.

Looking at the majestic old men of the Shajo tribe, Muller said with emotion: "These old bones are really energetic. I remember that they are Kurdish tribesmen who were personally settled by Ulm, right?"

"Yes, a group of experienced veterans."

Andreas put on a full set of hussar equipment, including the heroic feathers on his back. This will inevitably make him a target of the enemy, but it is also an important means to enable our own soldiers to see where he is at a glance in a melee. .

"Andreas, is this what you're wearing?"

Muller was a little surprised. Although he was wearing a full set of Imperial Knight plate armor, he was covered with a robe. Standing in the crowd, he was not conspicuous at all.

"There must always be a target. This is the honor of being a hussar, Lord Mueller."

Andreas said perfunctorily with a smile.

But what I was thinking was - "Vampires shouldn't die that easily, right?"

After accepting Kors' first embrace, he could clearly feel that his senses, movements, and physical fitness had all improved significantly. A cut on his hand would heal completely in less than a quarter of an hour.

Moreover, knowing that there was going to be a tough battle today, he personally executed a prisoner on death row for robbery last night - although the process was bloody, it was his first meal after embracing his new life.

"We command the knights not to lose to you!"

Muller was a little unwilling to admit defeat and wanted to take off his disguise, but Andreas quickly stopped him. The old Muller was old, and even with the bonus of the Knight of the Order, his combat effectiveness was above the average level of a Crusader Knight.

What's more, this is still a foot battle.

He was really worried that the head of the Ella Port Tax Department and the general manager of the ocean-exploring fleet appointed by his lord himself would be killed by the enemy at the beginning of this war.

This means that next, he will have to figure out a solution for the entire Transjordan coalition's material baggage.

The enemy fleet is getting closer.

There are more than ten large galley warships, which are simply behemoths that the coastal defense fleet created in Port Ella cannot match. The sailors on the fleet have already parked the ships in hidden ports and are on the land side by side with the town guards. Fighting.

"There seems to be something wrong with these people."

Andreas frowned.

I saw the first two galleys crashing into the berth. Before the ship could stop, someone put down the pedals and rushed towards the shore, as if there was an extremely terrifying evil beast lurking under the sea.

There was a galley whose stern and stern were pierced by a ballista. The huge holes and the blood stains on the deck all showed that the galley had just experienced the aftermath of a great battle.

The Saracen soldiers finally set foot on land.

Although they were still a little shaken, the Saracen soldiers still formed an orderly formation, holding up shields that looked like black umbrellas, just like the Greek heavy infantry in the classical era, forming a long wall. Wall of Spears.