Chapter 56 is on the verge of breaking out
Palestine, the ancient land, in this tragic land, the protagonists on the stage changed again and again, Canaanites, Jews, Egyptians, Moabites, Romans, Persians... the killing and disputes never stopped.
Now, it is the turn of the Franks and Saracens.
The iron hooves of the Crusaders trampled through the Al-Aqsa Mosque, and the Franks poured in like locusts. They used their swords as plows to plow the earth.
But if you think that the Franks are an inseparable whole, you would be totally wrong.
In Palestine, the name Franks actually refers to all outsiders who believe in Catholicism. Even the Vikings from Northern Europe were called Franks when they set foot on the land of Palestine.
If broken down by ethnicity, the Franks are infinitely divisible.
In terms of class breakdown, the Franks can still distinguish between high and low.
Today, in Palestine, a wilderness covered with hay and exposed rocks, hundreds of Franks are mobilizing and preparing to tear the flesh and blood of their "compatriots."
As the alarm bell rang, everyone in Ahmed's compound gathered tightly outside the wall.
Company commander Puldock kept shouting instructions, ordering each row of soldiers to stand in order outside the wall.
According to the previously formulated plan, this time the battle was not to defend on the wall, but to form a team outside the courtyard and fight on the high wall behind them.
This method of combat seems to give up the defender's advantage, but in fact it is to better develop the advantage. The number of high-end combat forces on Garris's side should be significantly greater than that of the enemy.
Relying on the city wall behind you to fight can also minimize the problem of deserters. It is a simplified version of a last-ditch battle.
But even so, after walking out of the high wall, many recruits still have trembling legs, and it is difficult to understand why they do not defend themselves on the safe top of the wall.
No matter how loudly Pudock explained and told the recruits the tactical intention of doing this, they would still be afraid.
This will no longer be the bravery and ruthlessness of the past, no longer the struggle against wolves and wild beasts in the past, but a battle with others, not an easy death for the enemy.
"The Lord, our Heavenly Father."
"May your name be magnified."
"May your kingdom come."
"May your will be done on earth as it is in heaven."
"Please give me daily food today."
"Please forgive me our sins as we forgive others."
"Don't let us fall into temptation."
"But saving me is equal to evil."
"Your authority and glory belong to you forever, for in the name of the Father and of the Son and the Holy Spirit endure forever."
"Amen."
Many recruits were chanting the Lord's Prayer in a low voice, praying to God for mercy. Unlike later Catholicism, Jerusalem at this time was infiltrated by the Greek Orthodox Church. Their Lord's Prayer was slightly different, but this was not important.
The scorching sun on the wasteland of Transjordan is like a celestial fire burning the earth, trying to cleanse this filthy land.
The heavy door of Ahmed's house was pushed open again, and the soldiers were divided into two columns. From behind the high wall, the Holy Son, wearing armor and with a long sword hanging on his belt, slowly walked out step by step.
Different from the past, this time Garris did not just wear simple clothes, but chose a heavy yet flexible chainmail, but did not wear a helmet or gauntlets.
Garris does not need such perfect protection. The reason why he wears armor is just to reduce the degree of injury to himself when some accidents occur.
Rather than being a fully protected iron can, Garris needs to rely more on his six senses and superhuman reflexes.
The hot sun shines on the iron ring that is not covered by the burqa, making Garris shine. In the eyes of the new soldiers around them, as mentioned in the Lord's Prayer, the Son, who is in the name of the Father and the Son, seems to be beside them, fighting alongside them.
Without words, just passing by them and looking at the halo of the Holy Son, I felt that victory was close at hand
Behind Garis were knights who were also wearing armor but were fully armed. These knights led their horses and followed Garis.
The sun shines on their armor, shining brightly and sending out a chill, which is scary but also makes people feel particularly reliable.
Many recruits even heard the eldest of these knights, Knight John, whisper: "How can mortals on earth disobey God's will?"
Yes, how can a mortal on earth disobey God’s will?
And these new soldiers are now with God.
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Jordan in summer is not suitable for fighting. Although the latitude of this land is almost the same as that of Shanghai, in summer, their rainfall is completely opposite.
Shanghai is hot and rainy, while Jordan is hot and rainless. The mercilessly hot sun scorches the earth, making all soldiers who try to march on this land feel tortured.
After just two or three miles of journey, many people's water bottles were already empty.
Fortunately, these soldiers who set out from Alhadi Town were able to see the compound at their destination in the distance, and they could also see the mob waiting in line there for a long time.
The two sides are separated by a stone's throw, a distance of about two to three hundred meters. This is the last safety baseline before the battle.
Eric had not yet taken off his mask. Without any obstruction, he could clearly see the situation on the other side.
In terms of numbers, Eric can be sure that his side has a relative advantage, roughly 1.5 times that of the enemy.
As far as weapons and equipment are concerned...
Eric curled his lips. Except for the few horsemen in front, the infantrymen in the back couldn't even hold a spear.
How can such a mob act like a chariot?
But what confused them was how the other party dared to break away from the high wall with the number of soldiers and the level of equipment.
Just as Eric was reorganizing his army with his attendants, he heard the familiar voice coming from two hundred meters away.
"Long time no see! Eric."
The voice was a little ethereal and subtle, but for Eric, it was impossible to ignore.
He turned his head and ordered his attendants to raise his flag, which bore his unique heraldic family crest.
A long sword crossed with a cross.
This is a symbol of his crusader identity and the path he adheres to the most.
The wind blew the hay on the ground, and under Eric's order, the troops behind him advanced again.
This was not to prepare for an attack, but he just wanted to have a good chat with the guy before beheading Garris.
He wanted to ask some questions, but he didn't want those questions to bother him for the rest of his life.
These questions are related to the original Leper King and his own honor.
He didn't understand why the Leper King preferred Garris to him, the most valiant knight.
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