Chapter 815 Going to the East to Make Contributions
The Mesopotamian plains located in the two river basins are the essence areas in the entire new month. Since the Sasan Persian replaced the Patia Empire that year, it has become its focus of rule.
Over the years, it has merged with the Assyrian, Salason, the Greeks, and the Babylonians, creating a brilliant civilization that is extremely developed.
Baron Fulk and Ivan were at this time with the "carefully selected" elite of Saladin to escort a large envoys to the capital of the Sasan dynasty.
Not long ago, they had just passed Baghdad and took a whole week to get a full week before they were summoned by King Sasan, and they were able to go to Taixi Feng, not far apart.
Along the way, it was dazzled by the prosperous Oriental Scenery, as if a group of country buns in rural areas entered the capital.
Baron Fulk was quite emotional: "Baghdad's gorgeousness is simply that I have seen it in my life. Aleppo, Alexander is far less than her. I am afraid that the legendary Constantinople is the same."
"It's slightly stronger than Cairo."
Ivan laughed, and his expression was a little complicated: "You still have to pay attention to this."
"The old guy of Togolt met with the group in Baghdad, jumped up and down, and tried to advocate that all the worshipers should be united and sent troops to the Frank.
"But I heard that King Nashan is a rule. He is dissatisfied with him, and will not violate morality. Sooner or later, he will leave. Only we are in the blood war, then we are afraid that we will be the target of King Sasan. "
Fulk smiled helplessly: "At this point, we have room for choice. In these 5,000‘ elite ’, I do n’t know how many eyes are staring at you and me."
Ivan's expression was slightly cold, and he laughed: "The priest in my hometown once said that even if the ants have the will to survive, I don't believe that this is the 5,000 soldiers who were thrown out as an abandoned son. The end of the exotic battlefield is the end of the consumables. My confidant is buckled by Saladin. Now, the one I can believe is the only one, but the problem now is, are you willing to believe me? "
He stretched out one hand.
Fulk thought, touched him with a punch: "It's just dead. Just. What do you want me to believe in you?"
Ivan couldn't help laughing: "Believe that I can gather these 5,000 soldiers and horses, and take these people as the team of your brothers and my brothers. Greedy? "
"All right."
Fulk shrugged: "To be honest, I don't believe it, but I will help you."
He thinks that Ivan's ambition is too unreliable, so what kind of career can he do with 5,000 calls? It's good to survive.
Ivan scolded the "sweeping guy" and solemnly analyzed the situation:
"I heard that the people from the east are extremely fierce. They change the grassland nomads and siege in the city, lack of iron, and the regrets of A Ge. Lugu bowed his head to King Sasan in exchange for support.
As a result, King Sasan sent 20,000 Persian army to support the past. He was easily cleaned by the man, and his head was cut off, and a head tower was built. "
The land in the two river basins is fertile and the city is developed. Many well -known European silk and porcelain are actually produced from this. Although it is not as exquisite as the real Oriental, it has also spawned quite developed industry and commerce. The news is also the most developed.
He walked along the way, listening to the legend of the East, and he knew that the nomadic nomads such as the Kurman people he thought could not be compared.
Fulk nodded: "The fierce people, the iron armor ride, the long -shot light ride are all prepared, and the servants of the servants provide the armored army. Qi's 'Elite', I really went to the battlefield, I was afraid that it would be defeated by the people, and the tower was cut off by the people.
Ivan said: "Yes, if you listen to Saladin's arrangements, you are a dead end in front of us. We need time to train them, to equip them, and to train them into a elite."
Fulk frowned: "But this requires a lot of money."
Ivan sneered and looked at the envoys on the side: "I know there is a place, there is a lot of money, and King Sasan is absolutely willing to see these old things that buy these subjects everywhere. "" "
The distant Oriental, the newly -rising king of nomadic is moving the knife Huo Huo, ready to enter the west.
In Egypt, the King of Crusades of Cairo City is about to wear the golden crown that belongs to his own, and put his sight to the north.
Under the city of Cairo.
The three magic dragons pant in winter and landed on the ground.
He tamed a gentle manner, and let the knights on the back "pick up" and fell on the eclipse back to the wait below. spread.
Since the Demon Dragon with these three heads, its hell god is again Shen Jun, and has no competitiveness, and can only be reduced to secondary mobility tools.
Losa rode on the solar eclipse, watched the battle for a moment, and returned to the camp to rest. There was no suspense at this battle. After experiencing a powerful opponent of the British expeditionary army in the giant world yesterday, follow these soils. Chicken tiles were against each other, and I always felt a little unable to mention my spirit.
At this time, Cairo City, castles and towers were all on fire.
Siege towers, siege ladders, and battering rams were close to the city wall.
No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!
As a siege ladder was placed on the city wall, the hook was embedded in the gap between the bricks, and several soldiers holding the push rod smashed the ladder. Seeing that the ladder was about to be pushed away, Veneto took the lead and jumped onto the top of the city.
He grabbed a soldier who was guarding the city and threw him as a weapon, knocking several defenders around him back. Several heavily armored Varangian guards followed behind him and soon stood firm on the city wall.
The battle went very smoothly.
Looking at this posture, Cairo City, which has complete defense facilities and a full 50,000 defenders, will be breached in less than a day since the Crusaders set up camp on the outskirts of Cairo this morning.
"Master Russell, hurry up!"
The spellcaster called Russell, under the protection of a group of guards, secretly groaned in his heart. He had no idea that the Franks were so terrifying. He wanted to escape, but when he saw the shining magic-blocking gold blades in the hands of the guards around him who were nominally protecting but actually monitoring him, he gave up the idea.
"Flame, summon!"
He chanted a spell, trying to obtain the power of the ancient god Set.
A moment later, a huge fireball was condensed by him. The guards who saw this scene cheered immediately. They didn't know how valuable this fireball spell was, but they only knew that they also had a spellcaster who could fight the enemy, so they felt reassured.
Master Russell secretly called himself lucky. Recently, he prayed to the ancient gods, and it was rare that it was so effective. He was about to throw the fireball into the Franks fighting on the top of the city, and he felt a gust of wind whistling.
The next moment, his head fell to the ground.
The fireball that was gathered above his head exploded with a bang. The cheering Saracen soldiers were engulfed by the violent flames before they could react to what was happening.
Standing on the tower, Cherylina slowly sheathed her sword, looked at the place indifferently, and then flew away with the wind, gliding into Cairo.
Her target was clear: Saladin's half-brother, the governor of Fayoum Province, Buri.