Chapter 88 What if I am real?
Times go round and round, like a cycle of six hundred years.
Standing in the era of Garris, one thousand and two hundred years ago, Jesus, the heavenly brother, was born and died for the sins of the world.
Six hundred years forward, another sealing prophet was born, unified Arabia, and issued the final scripture.
And if we count back another six hundred years, it turns out that the king of heaven, who was inspired by the Holy Spirit, came out of the sky and shook the Qingyao government!
It can be said that in the wheel of the times, there seems to be a position missing, waiting for Garris to fill it.
Of course, this might just be a joke, an unexpected coincidence.
Standing in the field, Garris announced the arrival of the enemy to everyone in sight, and also declared his mission.
But no one here knew one thing.
Six hundred years ago, the same scene happened in Mecca, 750 kilometers away from here.
The Holy Prophet asked the people around him if they believed in him, and everyone unanimously said they did.
The Prophet proclaimed his mission, only to be refuted by his uncle.
But this time, no one stood up to refute Garris's words.
The news that a large group of people was marching towards the valley was confirmed by the coming and going of sentries on the top of the mountain.
It was a caravan with thirty carts, and as many as sixty exposed guards, including twenty riders. A rough calculation of the number of people in the entire caravan was more than two hundred people.
If Abdullah's letter is not obtained, the "caravan" will accidentally use a "Trojan horse trick" to allow more than two hundred people to sneak into the valley, or the sentry defense strength is insufficient and the opponent succeeds. Raid.
It will definitely bring irreparable losses to Skar Village.
After all, even if there are two hundred pigs, Garris cannot catch them all in a short time, but there are so many old, weak, women and children in Skar Village...
However, since they were prepared in advance, Garris took the initiative in choosing the battle location.
After completing the mobilization, Garris did not rush to fight. Instead, he chose to stand still after confirming that the opponent intended to continue to maintain the disguise.
When Maher approached the valley entrance with such a huge caravan, he noticed that the road ahead was blocked by some roadblocks such as horse blocking.
A young man wearing armor but no helmet, with several well-equipped infantry, blocked their way. This young man had light blond hair and looked quite cheerful.
"Hey, hey, hey! Brothers who have come from afar, where are you going?"
The man was saying hello warmly, his light green pupils looking friendly.
Seeing someone blocking the road, Maher hurried over on horseback. After arriving in front of the Frankish young man, he quickly got off his horse.
"Ha! Look, we are a caravan. I heard that a new market opened here not long ago, so I wanted to come over and have a look, and do business here."
Garris looked at the man in front of him who was slightly gorgeously dressed and quite rich. In terms of appearance, this man did not look like a typical Arab, but more like a Caucasian.
As far as the accent is concerned, although the language is Arabic, in Gellis' opinion, it has an inexplicable Turkic flavor.
"Business?" Garris scratched his downy chin, his voice slightly ambiguous.
"Our land cannot afford a caravan as big as yours to do business. The previous caravan had less than a hundred people, but they all came and went disappointed. What's more, you have so many cars and so many people. It's really I can’t afford to cause trouble after entering, so I advise you to take a detour.”
That's what Garris said, but the movements in his hands showed that there was room for discussion on the matter.
Maher cursed secretly that he wanted money, and hurriedly came to Garris's side, and thrust the money bag in his sleeve into the hands of the Frank in front of him.
Garris weighed it slightly, feeling the weight, and realized that it might be filled with gold coins.
"Tsk, not bad."
Garris smacked his lips, the smile on his face getting brighter, and then he waved, asking the armored soldiers behind him to step aside.
Just when Maher thought the matter was settled, Garris said again: "This business is naturally good, but it should be registered and taxes should be paid. Now, this Transjordan leader can speak. Yes, it’s not just Leonard.”
With these words, Garris walked towards the nearest carriage alone.
Ma He on the side quickly followed.
"Sir, you see, these are all produced by Damascus. They are fine dried fruits, dyes and silk." Maher introduced them in a very polite manner.
To be honest, Mach's words were just to coax others, but for Garris, they were of no use.
Who would think of a caravan selling dried fruits, dyes and silk to farmers? Do farmers have money to buy it?
It's not that caravans of Mach's size don't exist in this era, but those caravans basically only trade at designated points between cities, reselling luxury goods and some bulk goods.
Garris saw a carriage covered with cloth, turned his hand and took out the sword from his waist. Before Mach could react, he pierced the covered cloth with the tip of the sword and penetrated the carriage.
The expected screams did not come from the carriage, but instead some wheat flowed out of the carriage.
Garris put his sword back and looked at Mach with a half-smile.
Mach also looked at Garris with a half-smile, and he was a little unsure of what this Frank young man was thinking.
But to be on the safe side, Ma He felt that it would be better to forcefully break through the Taniguchi level.
When Garris turned around and went to check other carriages, he made a few gestures to the people on the side, indicating to his men to chop up the troublesome guy directly. Then he gestured to a few riders not far away, telling them to prepare to force their way into the valley mouth.
At this time, Garris pretended to be casual and glanced at the top of the nearby hill. There was a spot of light flickering at that location.
After receiving the signal, Garris determined that the valley was ready.
Then he turned around and stopped checking the carriage, and stopped caring about the convoy, as if nothing had happened before.
After taking a few steps, Garris turned back and said: "Your acting skills are still not good enough."
Maher was a little confused, but he was ready to take the valley entrance directly.
A slight wave of his right hand was accompanied by a whistle.
The riders who were originally outside the carriage team roared past him, trying to jump over some low roadblocks to forcefully occupy the valley entrance.
Among them, several archers stabbed people with hidden arrows and shot several arrows at Garris's back.
Then, everyone present felt dazzled.
The distance from the archer to Garris's back was only twenty steps, and anyone who knew how to draw a bow should not shoot incorrectly.
Then the arrow went straight through Garris' body!
ah? !
Is this a hit? Still missed!
Many archers rubbed their eyelids, fearing that they were seeing hallucinations. Just when the arrow was about to hit Garris, the man's figure seemed to shake and flicker.
When the arrow passed through Garris's body, Garris turned around, opened his arms towards Mach and the others, and then made a courtesy.
"You are here to find someone, right?"
"Looking for me?"
"Looking for me, a false prophet?"
"But have you ever thought about it, if I am a true prophet, how will you deal with yourself?"
"Before I return from seclusion, God allows me, and He has made everything in the world swear not to harm me."
When Garris said these words that were almost the ravings of a madman, the sound of horse hooves gradually began, and the light cavalry who put down their light spears or drew their swords roared towards him.
The spear points were aimed at Garris, and the long swords struck at the body.
However... it is as if Garris does not exist in this world, whether it is the spear tip piercing, or the long sword slashing, or the horse's stunned collision.
None of them could hurt Garris.
The riders turned back in surprise, and Mach looked at Garris with his mouth wide open.
phantom? !
Or is this inexplicable Frank really the "false prophet" he had discussed with his confidants before?
No, how come this [false prophet] really has divine power!
Originally, he thought that the false prophet in Skar Village was just a liar who claimed to be a prophet. As long as the sword was applied to him, he would cry bitterly and admit his crime.
But this guy in front of him, how...how...
Mach's three views are somewhat difficult to understand the current situation.
The young Frank laughed heartily, not caring at all about the arrows shot by Mach, nor the light cavalry that passed straight through him.
Instead, he walked towards Taniguchi step by step.
The light cavalry passing through Garris could no longer care about the phantom-like guy behind them.
The top priority is to seize the narrow valley entrance so that the large troops behind can rush into the valley.
However, just as they were thinking this, a group of infantry rushed out from both sides of the valley and blocked the entrance of the valley.
The infantrymen at the entrance of the valley stood shoulder to shoulder, one by one, setting up their spears and shields without fear of death, blocking the way of the light cavalry.
Seeing this, the captain of the light cavalry who was leading the charge reined in his horse slightly, slowed down, and with the dozen or so riders behind him, he passed in front of the infantry formation in a turning posture.
They gave up on direct attack and chose to turn around and retreat.
Different from the desperate charge used by the Frankish knights, although these Turkic riders also used light spears to charge, that did not mean that they could really move forward.
Judging from the thickness of their armor, if they really plunged into this forest of spears, it wouldn't be a matter of tearing apart the front line, but just a waste of money.
However, just when these Turkic light cavalry were about to retreat some distance to take out their bows and shoot arrows, they suddenly realized something.
A person who was behind them is now being faced by them.
The young Frank with light blond hair raised his sword towards the riders.
Second update, a 3,000-word chapter. The last update
Then talk about the future update time, I will fix it at around eight o'clock in the afternoon,
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