People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 883 Shock
The Saracen soldiers hiding in the city tower, along with the fire pots and piles of stones in their hands, were burned to ashes in the fire.

A city gate that would have required at least several battering rams and hundreds of elite soldiers to grind it into pieces was easily burned down.

There was a cruel light flashing in the six eyes of the three-headed dragon. The pleasure of destruction really fascinated it. It opened its huge mouth full of fangs, and a new breath of dragon fire began to brew again.

Poison, curse, fire, three types of dragon flame, any one of which could easily kill hundreds of people.

"That's enough, Mr. Ladon."

A very gentle voice, like the warm winter sun, sounded behind the dragon's neck. Even though the voice did not sound very intimidating, Ladong still shuddered involuntarily.

Because the long sword containing powerful spirituality had already pressed against its most vulnerable neck scales.

Behind its neck, the Candle Knight wearing a fallow deer hood whispered, "That's it. Don't forget the captain's order. Your goal is limited to destroying this city gate and extinguishing the dragon flame that is still burning."

The dragon is extremely ferocious. If Lothar wants to control it as quickly as possible in battle, he must do so personally, otherwise it will definitely cause trouble.

When Lothar was Constantine XI, he had seen Ladon in his violent rage, without distinguishing between friend or foe, or between soldiers and civilians.

It is not human, and naturally will not be subject to moral torture.

Burning down a town is as insignificant to it as trampling on an anthill for humans.

"Okay, we should go back."

The Cursed Dragon Head was the calmest. They all knew what kind of terrifying power was contained in the body of this seemingly fragile female knight. And the Cursed Dragon Head knew it better than the other two brothers - in Lothar's mind, Viviana's status must be higher than his own.

"Let's go!"

"I'm too lazy to bother with that."

The fire dragon head grunted unwillingly, turned around and flew away.

Viviana took back the sword in her hand and said without any guilt: "Sorry, I offended you."

The blazing gate of Homs was soon reduced to nothing but a pile of ashes.

The dragon fire was extinguished out of thin air, leaving only some rubble that had lost its support and collapsed, hitting the ashes and stirring up a cloud of dust.

The Crusaders who were lined up outside the city and preparing to attack had dazed expressions. For a moment, they even forgot the orders they had received.

Behind them, light infantrymen armed with bows and crossbows hid in the trenches dug during the siege and behind the arrow shields, with their mouths wide open. The city gate, which had previously caused them huge casualties and was still standing tall under the bombardment of three giant catapults, was destroyed so easily.

If it wanted to, wouldn't it be easy to turn the entire city into a sea of ​​fire?
"Christ, how did His Majesty Lothar tame such a terrifying beast?"

In the rear, the three giants, each leading a team of cavalry and supervising the battle, were silently observing the battle situation with various flags.

Among them, Raymond, the former regent, had been replaced by the legitimate King of Jerusalem and could only take second place.

Duke Leopold stood shoulder to shoulder with him and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, the Holmes Gate that had resisted us for a long time was easily razed to the ground when you arrived. I must say that fighting under you is much more comfortable than fighting under someone else's."

"Ah, Sir Raymond, don't mind it, I'm not referring to you and the Military Council."

Feeling the mocking look in Leopold's eyes, Raymond felt depressed.

It's not like he hasn't tried extraordinary means. He has recruited several spellcasters under his command, and Philip and Richard also have several spellcasters under their command, but the Saracens have them too!

It's just that these Saracen spellcasters were obviously bullies and afraid of the strong. When faced with a tough guy like Lothar, they didn't even dare to show up, which made them appear so incompetent.

Lothar ignored the two of them and slowly raised the "Holy Spear" in his hand, pointing it diagonally forward.

The bugler who was always observing the situation from behind immediately understood.

Accompanied by the sound of the attack horn.

The Crusaders lined up in front drew their swords, picked up their hammers, and rushed towards the city gate with roars.

"Saint George bless you!"

"In the name of God."

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Richard, who was also observing the battle, sighed softly.

He was a rebellious man who was unwilling to submit even to his own father, let alone to another foreign monarch who, in his opinion, was far inferior to him in both birth and status.

But he was also a man who admired strength, and both the strength and courage displayed by Lothar made him somewhat discouraged.

"What a terrifying power, Martha. Which do you think is stronger, the dragon that Lothar tamed or the big red dragon we found in Wales?"

Richard once discovered the remains of a giant dragon in Albion and collected some scattered scales as souvenirs. Unfortunately, the remains were too old and had long lost their extraordinary powers, so he was unable to create a legendary dragon scale armor.

Martha frowned and said, "Your Majesty, the strength of a dragon can be most directly reflected in its size. Obviously, if the remains of the red dragon in Wales are still alive, it must be more powerful than Lothar's dragon."

Richard laughed bitterly, "From such a distance, how can I tell how big it is?"

Martha said seriously, "But no matter who it is or which one it is, it is a force we cannot deal with. Your Majesty, I have to say that I have changed my mind about you."

"what?"

"I mean bowing to His Majesty Lothar. It is not a wise move to make an enemy of such a person."

Richard's face darkened.

"Well, if I had known this would happen, I would have lost ten years of my life just to pull out the Sword in the Stone and kill those Saracen spellcasters."

The fully armed Crusaders crossed the ruins and charged into the city.

The Governor of Homs, Faruh Shah, immediately summoned the defenders on the city wall and ordered them to line up behind the city gate. The enemy's dragon had only opened a gap, and as long as they could hold on, they could hold on for a long time.

But even those Kasaji guards who had experienced the Battle of Lake Bululus and taken the potions prepared by Master Shemaier did not have much fighting spirit at this time.

Faced with the influx of Crusaders, they all retreated to Faruh Shah's side.

"Governor, Holmes can no longer be defended."

When they received the order, they did not hope that Holmes could keep the Crusaders out of the country forever. They had already made a plan to break out with Faruh Shah at the critical moment.

Now, Saladin, who had already lost Adil, his right-hand man, could no longer afford to lose another reliable member of his tribe.

"What about the spellcasters?"

Faruh Shah's voice was a little hoarse. Leaving Homs was simple, but it would mean that all the efforts he had made over the years would be wasted. But the terrible thing was that he could not see any hope of defeating these Franks.

This time the city that fell was Homs, and the next one will probably be Damascus or Aleppo.

Why would he need to run away?
It would be better for him to die in battle in his own territory and end his life in the most glorious and decent way for a Zoroastrian.

"They don't dare to fight that Lothar."

The commander of the Kasaj Guard looked at Faruh Shah, who was in a state of despair and seemed to have lost his soul, and said to him, "The enemy is now attacking the main gate. We will disguise ourselves and escape from the side gate. Then we will order your Mamluks to divide into small teams to confuse the enemy. I am confident that I can keep you and your family safe."

Faruhsha smiled bitterly and said, "Where else can we escape to? The spellcasters we hired with huge sums of money have fled, and the strong city we built with countless efforts cannot even withstand the breath of the evil dragon. What good will it do even if we run back to Damascus?"

The Kasaj Guard frowned and said, "Governor, you must trust King Saladin. The infidels are only being violent for a short time. This is a test from the Holy Fire."

Farushah sighed and said, "The infidels have been rampant in our heartland for a hundred years, and I am not even sure whether the Ayyubid dynasty can survive for another ten years. General, I don't want to embarrass you. I hope that in Damascus, my old bones can still play a role."