Chapter 252 Your name will be Eden
The new-born God demonstrated His authority in a different way.
Weapons like artillery are indeed going to be widely known.
Barbarossa will also be remembered by generations to come.
After all, from now on, whenever you mention Barbarossa, one of the greatest HRE emperors in the Middle Ages, you have to mention how he died.
When talking about the history of the development of artillery, one cannot escape the fact that the highest kill target in the early days of artillery development is a person who is indispensable in textbooks.
Even Roger, the Grand Master of the Knights Hospitaller, has incidentally gained popularity that he should not have had in the first place.
"The Chronicle of Tire" records this: In April 1189 AD, His Majesty "Red Beard" Frederick fought with Saladin's army at the foot of Torun Mountain.
After His Majesty "Redbeard" Frederick won a great victory, he ordered the captured gunners to fire in the direction of Acre.
The first two rounds of artillery shells were fired normally, but during the third round, His Majesty personally ignited the gun and exploded the cannon on the spot. Together with Grand Commander Roger, he was called by the Lord.
Garris did not participate in this battle, but after listening to this description, he couldn't help but look at each other with Balian and others.
Did you win?
Should have won.
But was the city of Acre taken?
No.
In the case of Frederick's unexpected death, this wave of offensive of the Crusaders was directly dispersed because they were leaderless.
And because the Templar Knights had previously rashly pursued the enemy, causing the troops to be in danger, this time internal conflicts broke out in the Crusader coalition.
In addition, the Hospitallers blamed the Temple for the death of their Grand Master, and took the initiative to withdraw their troops.
The siege in April 1989 ended without any problem.
"Of course, there is another piece of information here. I think you need to take a look. This is probably the reason why Barbarossa died." With that said, Balian took out a report and gave it to Garris.
After receiving the report, Garris glanced at it briefly, and then couldn't help but sigh. This was a gunpowder composition analysis report.
"70% nitrate, 15% sulfur, 15% charcoal..."
It can only be said that the Arabs are actually a bit clever, and they have figured out the black powder formula of this proportion.
Of course, finding this high-nitrate-ratio formula is actually not an absolute technical problem.
The problem is that the higher the saltpeter ratio, the more powerful the gunpowder explosion.
In the early days when the metal cannon casting process was not perfect enough, using gunpowder with a high nitrate ratio simply made the gunner bet on how many times he could survive.
When the saltpeter ratio exceeds one-half, it is already quite dangerous. Saladin directly raised the stone ratio to 70% in one step.
Although due to various reasons, the combustion of powdered black powder is not very complete and cannot reach the theoretical expansion efficiency of 4 grams of black powder and 280L of gas.
But it's enough to turn the artillery used by his men into potential firecrackers.
And this setting worked miraculously in unexpected places, making Frederick's life take different paths and lead to the same destination.
Holy Roman Emperor, King of Italy, King of the Roman People, King of Burgundy... so many titles belong to "Red Beard" Frederick Hohenstaufen.
In history, Barbarossa led the most elite knights and soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire to the Holy Land by land. When passing through the territory of the Eastern Empire, he had a conflict with Emperor Isaac II of the Eastern Empire. His army Plundered Thrace.
In order to seek reconciliation, Isaac II even tried to grant Barbarossa the title of "Ancient Roman Emperor".
After leaving the Eastern Roman Empire, his army won many battles in Asia Minor, and once severely damaged the main force of the Roman Sultanate, and occupied its capital Konya in May 1190.
And because of Barbarossa's adequate preparations, his army did not encounter the same marching disasters as the First and Second Crusades.
And just when everything was going in the right direction.
Frederick drowned in the Salif River.
Some said it was because the weather was hot and they went swimming in the river and suffered a heart attack. Some said it was because they fell while riding horses across the river.
Others say that Barbarossa was particularly paranoid about swimming, and ended up sinking in the river with water up to his waist.
Garris kept recalling the life of Barbarossa in his mind, and then silently sighed in his heart about the impermanence of fate.
Although Barbarossa made several expeditions to Italy, most of them ended in failure.
But it still reversed the decline of German imperial power to a certain extent, and it can be regarded as strengthening the degree of internal centralization.
Due to his construction of the HRE, he became a national legend in Germany. Even the later German Second Empire, in order to gain political support, built a monument claiming that William I was the reincarnation of Barbarossa.
In addition, there are rumors that Frederick did not die, but slept with his knights in a cave in the Kiefhauser Mountains in Thuringia, or the Wintersburg Mountains on the border of Bavaria, Germany, and Salzburg, Austria. On fire.
When the crow ceases to fly over the mountains, he will awaken Germany to its ancient greatness.
According to the story, his red beard had grown out of the table where he sat. He half-closed his eyes in his sleep, but every now and then he raised his hand to send one of the boys out to see if the crows had stopped flying.
Barbarossa's body is buried in the Church of St. Peter in Antioch, his bones in the Cathedral of Tire, and his entrails in the Church of St. Paul in Tarsus.
His army was divided because of his death. Thousands of knights and nobles rushed back to Germany by ship to prepare for the upcoming election of the Holy Ra Emperor.
The situation before Garris was actually quite different.
Although Barbarossa was not cut into pieces and dipped in vinegar according to the original situation.
But the HRE Crusaders he brought did begin to split.
The Holy Roman Empire of the German nation was not, strictly speaking, a very absolute hereditary empire. This problem was actually quite common in the Christian world.
In many cases, it is often a noble electoral college that determines the ownership of the throne, but generally speaking, the reason is the blood relationship of the previous monarch.
The Leper King once tried to get the four major European monarchs to form an electoral college to decide which of the sisters Isabella and Sibylla should go to the throne of Jerusalem.
In history, most of the German Crusaders chose to give up the Eastern Crusade in order to gain a fortune in the fight for the throne. The same is true for Tire now.
In the early morning in Tire City, the gray-blue sky drooped, and the sea breeze mixed with salty and humid breath blew through the quiet streets.
The church bells echoed slowly and long in the dawn mist.
In the church, light shines through the stained glass on the stone columns and marble floor.
These mottled colors reflect the fragments of countless people's memories.
Barbarossa's coffin lies quietly in the center of the main hall. It is made of dark red oak and inlaid with complex golden patterns, symbolizing his glory and authority.
The officiant held the cross high, and behind him stood a line of monks in white robes.
They recited the "Elegy", their voices low and long, spreading over the crowd like a tide.
"May the Lord have mercy on his servant and let his soul rest in eternal light."
When the tide receded, only little Frederick was left in the church.
People are people, and even those who hold the throne are surprisingly fragile.
Swords, disease, famine, drowning...
Now there is a new weapon that can take human lives - artillery. Of course, his father, this one, did not die from artillery fire, but died from operating the artillery...
Little Frederick, who was only 22 years old, was still quite unspeakable, and he couldn't swallow the bitterness in his mouth.
Moreover, where should I go?
Just go home?
Little Frederick was a little unhappy. After all, this had happened, and the empire even paid for an emperor.
In the end, you didn’t even take a look at which way the gates of Jerusalem opened, and just gave up?
This would be a joke.
But with his current prestige, he can't actually suppress the disintegrating German Crusaders.
Just like when Garris was taking Isabella to Jerusalem to choose the king, many of his knights felt the cold weather and had the urge to put some clothes on little Frederick.
But will it work?
Is this good?
Given his shallow foundation, it would not end well if he really returned to Germany.
Just when little Frederick was struggling, he suddenly heard footsteps. When he turned around, he saw an extra person in the aisle at some point.
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The man's face was that of a Frankish man, with light blond hair.
He was quite tall and tall, wearing a strange black slim-fitting dress. Of course, what was even more strange was that he was holding a strange thing in the church.
The black cloth covered the iron frame, like a walking stick, being held over the head by the opponent.
Very mysterious and weird.
Of course, the presence of this man in a church aisle when the church doors were closed was very strange in itself.
"Who are you?"
Little Frederick was quite vigilant, and his right hand had already reached for the sword at his waist.
"Your father's friend."
"Father, he doesn't have friends as young as you."
"Young? Don't judge a book by its appearance, child. I have been in this world for more than a thousand years."
"After I died thousands of years ago, I only had a little bit of spirituality left, floating in the world. I witnessed the vicissitudes of the sea, the collapse of the empire, studied all things, and knew the secrets that the world didn't know."
"Nonsense!"
With a clinking sound, little Frederick drew out the sword from his waist. He did not want to see blood in the church.
But if the other party appears here inexplicably, he probably has bad intentions.
"Nonsense? That's not important, but I really don't want to see blood in my brother's residence."
While the other party was talking, little Frederick's eyes suddenly widened because the other party disappeared directly.
Then, the sound of breathing came from behind him.
When little Frederick subconsciously swung his sword to slash back, the umbrella in the opponent's hand easily blocked the blow.
"You should have heard my legend."
"What?"
"In Cyprus."
Gareth reminded.
Little Frederick's pupils shrank sharply.
"The Holy One from Jerusalem?"
During their time in Cyprus, both Frederick Jr. and his father had naturally heard rumors about Head of State Garris.
After all, it was because of Garris that Cyprus leaned towards the Catholic world and was willing to provide logistics and accommodation for the Crusaders, making traveling to the Holy Land by ship a higher priority.
He had heard the rumors about Garris performing a "miracle" more than once.
Of course, just because you’ve heard it, doesn’t mean you’ll believe it completely.
But now, he seemed to have no choice but to believe it.
Because after blocking his attack, Garris disappeared again and appeared on the altar, located under the Crucifixion Cross.
"Once upon a time, I made a prophecy to Balian, telling him that Jerusalem would surely fall so that he could take the residents of the city safely to various places for refuge. If you don't believe it, you can go to Balian for confirmation."
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“And now I will prophesy again: For Zion’s sake I will not be silent, nor for Jerusalem’s sake will I be silent, until her righteousness shines out like light, and her salvation shines like a lamp. The nations will see your presence. Righteous, kings will see your glory; you will receive a new name from the mouth of the Lord."
"You shall be a crown of beauty in the hand of the LORD, and a crown in the hand of your God."
Frederick was stunned when he said this. He was a young man who was exactly twenty years old, but he was not immature as he was born into the royal family.
"My father's preferred successor is my brother." Frederick said slightly bitterly.
The reason why he appeared here instead of in Germany, aside from religious reasons, was also due to secular interests.
As the Duke of Swabia, as the prince... he was obviously a strong contender for the throne. Barbarossa brought him here, probably not wanting him to return to Germany.
"Your land will not be north of the Alps, but will be between the Euphrates and Tigris rivers."
When little Frederick was at a loss, he saw the so-called Saint of Jerusalem, Gehris, walking towards him, and he did not avoid him.
And when he wanted to avoid the other party, he found that the other party was walking too fast, and then a shocking scene appeared for him.
Garris' figure seemed to directly overlap with him for a moment.
Is there an entity?
Little Frederick was horrified.
At this time, another word came from all directions, like the words of a god.
"Your name will be Eden."
Eden...
"A river flowed out of Eden to water the garden, and from there it divided into four rivers... The third river was called Tigris, and it flowed east of Assyria; and the fourth river was the Euphrates. 】
Eden slapped himself.
The snap was very crisp, and it did hurt, so it couldn't have been a dream.
Eden didn't know why it was him, but why couldn't it be him?
Instead of going back to Germany to add clothes to yourself, it would be better to add clothes to yourself directly on this land.
Unlike later generations, the Levant these days was truly a rich land compared to Western Europe. As for Tigris and Euphrates, he had also heard about it.
(End of chapter)