Chapter 612 New Combat Record

The number of Crusaders was still increasing during the time when Lothar was sleeping.

But as Lothar saw today, even the knights with decent equipment, the nobles' private army, and the hired guards were very lax in discipline.

Drinking, playing dice, playing Gwent, and fighting were common in the army. What was even more outrageous was that several Crusader nobles openly visited prostitutes in the tents. When Lothar patrolled over, he saw the candlelight swaying outside the tent. He caught them as examples and chopped off their heads.

Even Philip II, to whom they were loyal, could not say a word about this.

This is not the Renaissance.

The sexual openness at that time was because the Black Death punished the clergy equally, which destroyed the sacred halo and majesty of the church.

In this era where even changing a posture may be regarded as a sin and making a sound of pleasure may be regarded as a slut, many things are better not mentioned. After all, even the Pope's City has a brothel, and the clergy who are supposed to be chaste play more than anyone else.

But once it is brought to the surface, it is a legitimate crime.

Or the world is a makeshift team. These people, in terms of discipline, are probably not as good as the long sword company that Lothar has formed with Copts in Semanude during this period.

The troops that Adil has gathered on the opposite side are probably like this.

The mob is the norm. There are only a few elite troops that can be used as if they were their arms and fingers without any harm, even in the later generations.

When I returned to the Governor's Mansion, it was already late at night.

Lothar looked at Charlie. There was no good meat on this guy now. The bloody flesh was dotted with a few scales that looked very similar to his half-dragon transformation. He looked no different from a dead person.

But his vitality was still very tenacious. Lothar could even hear his strong heartbeat beside him.

His dragon blood had transformed Charlie's body structure. Although this guy looked miserable, many of his wounds had scabbed over.

"Are you still conscious?"

Baron Charles opened his eyes in a daze, and seeing that it was Losa, he forced a smile: "Of course... Of course, sir, I didn't let you down, did I?"

Lothar sighed softly: "Do you still think it's worth it to just suffer a little pain to gain extraordinary power?"

Charlie instinctively wanted to nod, but the movement was too big, tearing the wound that was almost healed, and another scream came out of his throat.

"Okay, stay here, I will let the servants send you food on time."

Return to his room.

Lothar took out the blank combat record and shook it gently. Then a line of rapidly changing words flashed on it, and finally stopped at "1449, the War of the Wala-Ming Dynasty".

"1449..."

Lothar was slightly stunned. This day seemed to be the day of the Tumu Fortress Incident, and it was only six years away from his simulated battle script "The Fall of the Ottomans in 1453".

However, in the former, the Battle of Tumu, Emperor Yingzong of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Qizhen, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, led the army in person, and lost all the elite soldiers of the Beijing camp. The Ming Dynasty's national fortune has since declined.

The latter, the fall of Constantinople, represents the rise of a new empire across Europe and Asia, which has become a nightmare in the minds of all Christian countries.

"It's not bad."

"At least the technology is not much behind, and it's not a battle with the extraordinary forces of the wolf tribe. The soldiers have room to play."

At this time, it was late, and Lothar sent down the order, ordering the soldiers who had been transferred to sleep on time, and adjusted the night duty plan for that night. It was not until late at night that he chose to open this combat record.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a grassland scene in early autumn.

On the green grassland, the horses of the Crusaders had already consciously eaten grass.

The professional soldiers who had just fallen asleep, including those who had been recruited on a large scale, were busy with their work in an orderly manner, wiping their weapons and maintaining their armor, as if they had settled here for a long time.

The Eclipse under his crotch let out a high-pitched cry. It had been suppressed in the stable for a long time and could not wait to have fun.

"My Lord!"

"My Lord the Duke!"

"Your Highness!"

The soldiers greeted Lothar respectfully when they saw him.

The soldiers did not show much surprise when they suddenly appeared here, as if everything was as it should be.

Some soldiers who had participated in the "Song-Jin War" had a look of realization on their faces. They realized that what they had experienced was another miracle.

Without really dying, they could be in the most tragic battlefield and experience the tempering of blood and fire.

If this is not a miracle, what is it?

An army that suddenly appeared in the wilderness quickly attracted the prying eyes of others.

Hans rode up to him and asked in a low voice: "Sir, do you want to get rid of the enemy's scouts?"

"Yes, remember to leave one alive to get information."

Lothar nodded, but his attention was focused on the dry grass on the ground.

The yellow dry grass was bent to form a line of simplified Chinese characters that only he could recognize:

You have entered the key node "Siege of Tumubao" in the combat record "War of the Oirat-Ming Dynasty".

Your goal is to prevent Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen from falling into the hands of the Oirat people.

Or kill the leader of the Oirat army, Choros Yesen.

In order to avoid friendly conflicts, you have implanted the identity of a Habsburg prince of a foreign tributary country.

Lothar frowned. It didn't make sense that a foreign prince followed the orthodox emperor of the Ming Dynasty to fight against the Northern Yuan Dynasty.

There is also the task of saving Zhu Qizhen...

Zhu Qizhen, the emperor, may not be ranked in human history if we talk about stupidity, but that is because there are too many abstract emperors (monarchs) in human history.

Apart from other things, just "Wala student", "building a temple for Yesen" and "calling the emperor" are enough to make him infamous for thousands of years.

"I don't want to save him..."

Lothar frowned and thought, but the task of killing Yesen Taishi was very much in his favor.

Yesen Taishi was the leader of the Wala tribe after all, and later usurped the throne of the Golden Family and became the Khan of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, and established the name of Tianyuan.

Even Jin Wushu has a black dragon of luck to swallow, so even if Yesen Taishi is now in name only and has no title of Khan, he must have dragon vein luck.

Lothar pondered for a moment and made up his mind to let Zhu Qizhen die. According to the combat record of this time, as long as the war starts, the whole army will attack and surround and kill Yesen Taishi!

Just as he was thinking, a burly man in armor walked up quickly and said with a look of surprise: "My lord, I... I seem to have succeeded!"

"Charlie?"

Lothar was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Charlie would be dragged into the combat record this time. After all, the transformation process of the dragon blood followers was extremely painful. In this case, even if he was affected by the sleepiness of the combat record, he was considered to be generous to be able to sleep.

"My lord, I don't feel any pain now, and my body is scary."

Charlie was very excited. In reality, his body was tattered, but in the combat record, it was set according to his state when he recovered.

"Okay, you should have some special abilities in your head, go and explore slowly by yourself."

Lothar drove Charlie away and looked around, but couldn't find the figures of Prajna and the others.

The only followers around him were Hans and Veneto.

"Last time in the Song-Jin war, I was alone and separated from the army. This time, it's their turn again?"

Lothar was a little worried. He was worried that they would get lost, right? After all, this is on the prairie, and it is not easy to reunite without a striking reference point.

"Sir, I caught this spy!"

At this time, Hans grabbed a middle-aged man in tattered clothes and a full beard, and walked up quickly.

Lothar asked: "Tell me, who are you?"

But he never thought that the middle-aged man was not afraid at all, but was angry: "Your country is rude to angels, do you want to rebel?"

Lothar said calmly: "How do I know if you are an envoy from the upper country or a spy from the Northern Yuan Dynasty?"

Hans reminded: "This man is not bad in martial arts, he should not be an ordinary little character."