Section 21 The Terrible Alliance

The fierce battles all day made the people in the castle drowsy, and even the strong-willed people could not resist the invasion of sleepiness. However, they did not know that the demon was quietly attacking in the night. In the clearings in front of the castle under the moonlight, there was nothing but the uncleared corpses. However, when the moon was covered by dark clouds, several corpses flipped over and several black shadows emerged from the darkness. They approached under the castle quietly. When they arrived at the base of the wall, these shadows took out the ropes on their bodies, and after a few rounds in the air, they threw them to the wall. The wall made a crisp tingling sound. The hook claws at the front of the rope grabbed the walls. The shadow pulled the ropes to determine that they could bear the weight, and then climbed up skillfully.

"What did you do?" Muhard asked the priest curiously when there was no one else in the tent.

"I just released the scorpion in the darkness." The priest replied.

"Assassin?" Muhard frowned. Like his father-in-law Saladin, he liked to fight with enemies in the sun instead of using despicable assassins who could be bought by anyone, let alone what role can several assassins play on the battlefield?

"It's not an ordinary assassin, it's Sahasin." The priest picked up a grape and put it into his mouth. The red juice flowed like blood.

"Shahasin? I don't know they will appear on the battlefield?" Muhard said in a mocking tone. The Crescents often seem to nourish such religious assassins, and Shasin is the best among them, but he doesn't know how this mysterious priest deals with those Shasin.

"Hmph, it's not those guys hiding in the cave. They are the new generation of Sahasin. I call them the battlefield Sahasin. Don't be surprised. They are trained specifically to deal with the changing battlefield."

"What can they do?" Muhard asked.

"Open the city gate and use the minimum price." The corner of the priest's mouth touched. In fact, there is another purpose for the battlefield Sahasin, which is to specifically assassin the commander on the battlefield. You must know that the army of this era is loyal to a general. If this general unfortunately falls on the battlefield, it will often cause the army with the advantage to collapse immediately.

"Very good, if they can really open the gates of this castle, then I will reward them generously." Muhald was also very generous to those who were useful to him. The sacred land of Mecca that Saladin sealed him was a very prosperous town, where frequent trade brought a lot of wealth to Muhald.

"Of course." The priests didn't care about Sakhasin's thoughts. Those Sakhasin just needed an opium made of beautiful flowers and seeds. For this magical opium, they could abandon their lives to complete their mission, which was also his biggest secret.

The Sahasin on the battlefield carefully moved towards the city gate. They were wearing black clothes, their heads and faces were also wrapped, and they were carrying a thin scimitar on their backs. These outfits allowed them to blend into the darkness very easily.

"Oh, um." The Sahashins saw the guards lying on the city wall, and mercilessly stepped forward with a sharp dagger to cut the throats of the sleeping people. Although they killed the guards very skillfully and carefully, one of them was really struggling too hard. His mouth and nose were covered, and his throat was cut open, and his feet kicked violently twice. Unexpectedly, there was an iron helmet at his feet. The helmet was placed on the edge of the city wall. After being kicked, it fell down and made a sound. It was particularly harsh in the quiet castle. This harsh sound immediately woke up the vigilant people, and the castle suddenly became noisy.

"What's going on?" The sergeant commander tried hard to get up. Although his whole body was sore, the sergeant commander worked hard to overcome this discomfort.

"It's the enemy. Seeing that they killed a few of our soldiers, it's a good idea to find out early." Sadr's attendant said to him.

"Where are they in? Damn it." The sergeant commander was shocked. The soldiers were so tired, otherwise how could the enemy take advantage of the situation.

"It seems that they want to open the city gate, it's really hanging." The attendant Sadr pointed at the gate with the hammer in his hand and said to the sergeant.

"What are you doing when you are standing there? Hurry up and kill them." The chief sergeant grabbed his sword and walked towards the city gate.

At this time, at the city gate, the battlefield Sahashins and the castle guards had already fought together. The Sahashins pulled out the scimitar on their backs and waved them nimblely. They were back to back so that the guards could not surround them. In the shadow of the sword, the sharp scimitar cut off several mace militias who came forward to fight.

"Let me do it." Seeing that the Sharksin who could not successfully solve these infiltrated Sharksin, the sergeant was extremely anxious. If the enemy took the opportunity to attack at this time, everything would be over. He jumped forward a few steps and stabbed the opponent with the sword in his hand, constantly disrupting the formation of Sharksin and the experienced sharksin. The sword skills he exercised on the battlefield suppressed Sharksin.

The other guards took the opportunity to rush over and pierced the invaders with their spears in their hands. Victory was hard-won. These assassins were fearless and no one surrendered even in the most unfavorable circumstances, as if they were expecting death. The negligent guards were assassined by the already severely damaged Sakhasin.

"If the pagans were like this, we would have lost long ago." Gasping, Sadr's attendant wiped the mace in his hand on the corpse, and the mace was stuck to the enemy's brain.

"God blessed." The sergeant took back his sword, but fortunately, he killed these Sahasin before everything was out of control, otherwise they would definitely die under the enemy's butcher knife.

"It seems that your Sahasin is useless." When the sound of weapons colliding, shouting and firelight came from the castle, Muhard knew that the plan was no longer possible. He had to take back the heavy cavalry he sent to the castle. If the city gate opened, these knights not only were heavy armored, but even the war horses under their crotch were covered in iron armor, they would rush into the city to wield sharp swords to kill all creatures they encountered, but now they could only leave sadly.

"This is all the will of Allah." The priest spread his hands helplessly. He was able to spread the Forgotten Ones, but these long-term Sakhasin, who had been taking medicine for a long time, could not have their own will except the goal of the mission, so they were unable to solve the emergencies.

"Ah, yes, but it doesn't matter. Now we just need to siege this castle." Muhard was very happy. Although he did not capture the castle, he knew that Sahasin was not omnipotent. After all, this infamous organization is fearful even among the Crescents.

"Do you have any plans? Or what plans does Saladin have?" asked the priest curiously.

"Well, it's just to attract the Antioch camel boo, and their army will soon be attracted like flies."

"At this speed, the military strength in Antioch Castle is 3,000, plus the vassal troops along the way, they can gather at least 8,000 people." The priest analyzed calmly.

"Yes, their entire military strength, haha."

"But their northern vassals will also go south, what should we do then?"

"Don't worry, Saladin has met with Seljuk Sultan Anuddin in the desert. They will restrain the vassals." Muhard said with a smile, and he admired his father-in-law's civil and military skills very much.

"Good idea, good idea, my lord, the Seljuks attacked from the east, and we advance from the south, and the Antiochs will not be able to hold on." The priest soon realized Saladin's intention. This alliance was not favorable, but would the greedy Seljuk Sultan Anudin agree? Although they are all believers who believe in the same God, Allah, you must know that as a sultan, you will not be able to get up early.

"Saladin just needs some buffer territory to maintain the security of the city of Jerusalem, and the other Antioch territories can be belonged to the Seljuks."

"Good idea to satisfy Anudin with the enemy's territory. These territories are coveted by them for a long time." The priests also admired Saladin's strategic vision. Not long ago, the Crescent Cultivators were still divided, and they even hated and massacred each other. It was Saladin who led his army to calm the disputes among the believers and reunite them under the same banner. And this hero who could have long been king was willing to surrender to the puppet-like sultan and only served as a general manager. But now it seems that all this is worth it. Even the sacred city taken away by the crusades has returned to the hands of the Crescent Cultivators.

When the castle war on the border was slowly and continuously, an elite army was stationed here in the desert center oasis one hundred miles away from Yecheng. The desert tribe who once lived here had long left because of avoiding the war. At this time, only neighing war horses, camels emitting stench, and knights in scales. They were vigilantly protecting a black tent. Here is the kings of the entire continent.

The trembling Saladin was sitting peacefully on the carpet, looking at a scroll of sheepskin, and from time to time he looked up to see outside the tent, the yellow sand spread out under the wind of the desert. The warrior standing outside the tent covered his face with a face towel. A dull roar suddenly came from a not far away, and a large amount of sand and dust were raised high. Saladin smiled, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper. He knew that the person he was waiting for had arrived.
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