Chapter 635: Lothar's Qiexue Army

Semanud City, Cavalry Academy (Sipasi Cavalry Barracks)

"What has the Lord summoned us for?"

Gathered in the square were Copts, Saracens, Germans, Gauls, and Albians. It was a hodgepodge, and many people could not understand each other's language.

Some of them were from the same company under Lothar, and they started chatting while waiting.

"I don't know. Are we going to form an army?"

An outgoing veteran from the Blackhawks flag team casually asked: "Brother, where are you from?"

"Oh - it turns out that you are under the command of Baron Charlie. Flanders is a wealthy place. What? You are also the flag bearer of Baron Charlie. I am disrespectful. If we meet outside, I have to call you "Sir" Woolen cloth."

In addition to the knights and sergeants under Baron Charles, most of them were citizens of Flanders and belonged to the wealthy class. This "Master" was mostly called out of ridicule.

"I'm joking, but for God's sake, if the Duke wants to organize us into an army alone, wouldn't we have to work with those Saracens? This is really terrible."

"Don't say that. Those Saracens are baptized Christian brothers, no different from us."

The flag bearer under Baron Charlie frowned and said: "But we don't even understand each other's language. I don't think it would be a good idea to put us together. With the wisdom of the Duke, it is impossible to think of this. "

The veteran next to him said indifferently: "The Duke has his own ideas, we just have to obey."

They stood in the middle of the military camp square, whispering to each other and communicating in groups, while looking at this place called "Cavalry Academy", which was actually more like a fortress in the city.

There are towering stone walls all around, and shadowy figures can be seen in every stone tower. From some shooting holes, huge crossbow arrows can be seen protruding from them, which are obviously equipped with defensive equipment.

Some knowledgeable soldiers secretly thought that as long as the food reserves were sufficient, only three to five hundred soldiers could guard this fortress until they died of old age.

"I heard that today the Duke issued an order to recruit war horses and draft horses from all over the country. He also gathered us people into the 'Cavalry Academy', maybe to promote us to become cavalry."

"Are you kidding me? Can you ride a horse?"

At first, everyone was looking forward to it, but after hearing this, they were immediately discouraged.

Agricultural civilization, there are very few people who are good at riding. Many of the Ayyubid dynasty's cavalry are Turks hired from Asia Minor, the Nubians who still maintain a nomadic style in the south, or the Cumans across the Black Sea.

Only some elite Mamluks will be trained and trained in schools at a young age in various places.

But the cost of doing so is obviously much higher than hiring nomadic cavalry.

Saladin's Kasaji Guards are far better than the Crusader cavalry in cavalry and archery, and can compete with the elite Crusader cavalry in close combat. However, the cost of training is too high. If Saladin hadn't dominated Egypt and Syria, he had a monopoly on most of them. Red Sea trade cannot be cultivated at all.

"If your lord needs cavalry, he only needs to give an order. I don't know how many poor knights without mounts are willing to serve for him. Why do you have to look for us?"

"Come on, the poor knights who haven't found their masters at this time are either swindlers or simply incompetent. How can the Duke want such a person?"

A Coptic recruit said: "I think it should be a good thing. My training results in the Long Sword Company have always been among the top three. Galio, who ranked first in our company at the time, was promoted to the newly formed Sipaxi Cavalry Company."

As soon as these words came out, they immediately resonated: "My training results in the Blackhawks Flag Team are also among the best!"

"Me too!"

Although there is a language barrier, there is always someone who understands a little bit.

For example, some of the Copts under Lothar knew Arabic, many Saracens knew Gaulish, and the Gauls knew some Germanic languages, and they passed the words back and forth.

Soon, everyone felt relieved when they heard that everyone was selected from the best.

There was an older officer in the Black Hawk Flag Troop who smiled and said nothing. After the Black Hawk Flag Troop had fought several tough battles, those who could survive would either serve as officers or be promoted to important companies.

Many of his colleagues in the past had joined special companies such as the Hussars, Woodland Archers, Armored Cavalry, Iron Buddha, and Duke's Guards, which were famous and well-paid.

"The Duke promotes people, but he never looks at whether the person can ride a horse."

When he saw the crowd, he said somewhat mysteriously: "If the Duke appoints you as a cavalryman, you will naturally master the riding skills. Do you know the chief wing cavalry Ulm?"

In fact, he has already received the job transfer quota of "Conscript". He was also present in the trial last night. Although he was unlucky to be killed by the enemy's cavalry with an arrow, he thought to himself that he was recognized by the Duke. As a confidant.

Many people nodded.

Ulm is now the police chief of Semanud City. He is in charge of hundreds of patrol policemen and also commands a cavalry team of thirty people. He is the high-ranking and powerful person they usually come into contact with most.

"Lord Ulm was just a shepherd in Jorgesburg at first. He knew nothing about fighting skills except for some riding skills. But the Duke took a fancy to him, and now he has become a big shot in Semanud."

"quiet!"

More than a dozen winged cavalrymen, led by Hans, came to the center of the square with solemn expressions. These elite cavalrymen, who were full of murderous aura and had just escaped from a fight in the combat record world, were few in number, but their murderous aura instantly overwhelmed the elite selected from the hundred best on the scene.

Hans did not say anything, his expression was a bit complicated.

He was the right-hand man of the former master. When he was sparring with the master this morning, he was actually controlled by the master with one hand. Even if he knew that his strength was far inferior to the master, such a huge gap still made him very disappointed.

Although he did not transform, the master's transformation increased his strength much more than him.

The hundred selected elites in front of him were actually the ones who were previously included in the list of the Sipahi Cavalry Company. However, Lothar now had a hundred places for the Qiexue Army, so he naturally had to form the Qiexue Company as soon as possible.

The job transfer of the system soldiers only gave them the combat skills and knowledge that they should have as a branch of the army.

There is no way to make a weak and frail person turn into a strong man with infinite strength. For example, those woodland archers are not even close to the genuine "woodland elf archers".

Therefore, the candidates for the Qiexue Army must at least meet the standards of being strong, obedient to orders, and having the potential for subsequent improvement.

As for the language barrier?

It doesn't matter. They will be able to speak it after the job change, and it is Tatar, which only they can speak.

Governor's Mansion.

The Duke went out, with twenty winged cavalrymen walking in the front, dozens of murderous Duke Guards (Varangian Guards) holding battle axes in both hands, walking in the middle of the team, and behind them were hundreds of infantry teams leading war horses and working horses.

The group drove through the city in a mighty manner and headed towards the Sipahi cavalry camp.

The Lionheart, dressed in a red battle robe, watched coldly: "What is this Lothar doing?"

The Earl's guard captain whispered: "I heard that Duke Lothar recruited a team of infantry and wanted to train them into his own guard cavalry."

Richard the Lionheart frowned: "Check it out again. Don't tell me such unfounded and illogical rumors in the future. A group of new recruits who have just put down their hoes not long ago can be trained to the point where they can be pulled to the battlefield to fill the line without being collapsed by the enemy's charge. It is already considered that Lothar is very good at training soldiers."

Even if they are given magic potions, it is impossible to turn a group of infantry into elite cavalry!

The captain of the Earl's guard whispered, "But your majesty, this is the most reliable information I have obtained. The soldiers under the Grand Marshal are very secretive and will not easily reveal many news to their subordinates."

"Forget it then."

Richard sneered, "The Saracens have been making tentative attacks on several border fortresses these days. If he doesn't take this opportunity to use his elite feathered cavalry to eat up these small groups of enemies, what is he going to do here?"

From his perspective on war, Lothar's current choice is not very wise.

Lightly armed heavy cavalry such as Winged Hussars are most suitable for launching raids in this situation.

At this time, Lothar's procession was passing by Richard. Lothar smiled and nodded to Richard, and made a cross on his chest. Richard also forced a smile and made a cross in return: "May God bless you."

After Lothar passed, Richard said angrily: "What's wrong with this Lothar? I haven't seen him for just one day, why does he feel so much stronger?"

"Is that really Lothar?"

The figure of the little witch Martha emerged from behind Richard. She was a little puzzled and said: "Not only his momentum, but also his aura has changed. If he stands with Your Majesty now, if you say that only one of you is a king, I'm afraid most people will think he is more like a king."

Richard couldn't help but frowned, and said unhappily: "He is more like a king than me?"

For a person as conceited and proud as him, the emotion of "jealousy" almost never appeared in his heart before coming to the Holy Land, but since meeting Lothar, he had to admit that this emotion appeared more and more frequently.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

The little witch Martha came back to her senses. She was just frightened by Lothar's momentum, and subconsciously said what was in her heart: "Let me take a closer look. There must be some huge changes in him."

Two whirlpools seemed to appear in her eyes, but soon, she took several steps back as if she was seriously injured, and almost fell down. Richard hurriedly supported her: "What's the matter?"

Martha looked at Lothar's gradually receding back, and an unhealthy blush appeared on her fair face: "Your Majesty, promise me that you will never be an enemy of this Lothar, even if the Queen is here, you can't do this."

Richard frowned and said: "What happened?"

Martha shook her head and didn't say her guess.

Before, she looked at Lothar, as if he was always wrapped in a huge black dragon phantom, but now she looked at him again, and she felt that Lothar, who looked like an ordinary person, was a terrifying dragon with red and black scales and a body size of a hundred meters.

Even in the dragon's homeland, in the Scandinavian mountains, he is definitely a very powerful dragon. This level of high-level dragons cannot be dealt with unless they are legendary.

"Anyway, please agree to my request."

Martha looked at Richard eagerly. She was afraid that if she revealed Lothar's true identity, Richard would rashly step forward and identify him. Such a terrifying dragon turned into a human form and came to the secular world. There must be a big conspiracy.

This is not something that people below the legend can manage.

Lothar led his men to the Sipahi military camp, looked at the expectant eyes of more than a hundred people below, and said with a smile: "Warriors under the gaze of God, your hard training has not been in vain. From today, I will form a 'Qexue Company', and all of you will become the first members of the 'Qexue Company'."

Amid the mixed expressions of disbelief and ecstasy, Lothar spoke again: "Next, everyone come to me in turn, and I will grant you a full set of weapons and mounts, as well as - God's gift!"

Although he has gained a huge improvement, he did not plan to start a decisive battle with the Saracens at the first time.

The newly acquired abilities still need to be tested in Prajna's book world to see their pros and cons before using them.

In addition, after Lavinia became elite, she spent a lot of gold coins to upgrade to the full level of this stage, and her strength has been greatly improved, even better than her peak period in the giant ship world yesterday.

How to perfectly exert this power and cooperate with others also need to be practiced in the book world.

Anyway, Lavinia now has the Restoration Order, and there is no need to worry that Prajna can't sustain so many people in the book world, so she can practice as much as she wants.

After assembling this new Qiexue Company, he plans to return to the mansion to test the new ability.

When everyone came forward, they knelt in front of Losa with excitement. After feeling the combat skills and excellent riding skills that appeared out of thin air in their minds, many people were so excited that they almost fainted.

"This is the gift of God. Praise the Father and the Son!"

"Long live Saint Losa!"

After the ceremony was completed, looking at the pious and fanatical faces, Losa smiled and said: "The gift of God is not easy to control. Most of you have not mastered riding before, let alone riding and shooting. The Qiexue Company is best at these two aspects. The pagans are coming. I hope you can quickly integrate the "gift of God" to protect Semanud and promote the glory of God."

"Long live!"

The excited shouts can be heard far away even through a thick wall.

The people from all parties who were watching from the side couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, could it be that this Lothar had performed some incredible miracle again?