.yin plot was drunk in the dark, as if politics always had this indispensable connection with these ugly things. The family of the Duke of Bellasson was once the Dongliang of the Antioch Kingdom, which was an important force supporting this kingdom covering Eastern and Western cultures. However, gradually the family no longer satisfies its own status. In the dark corner of Yin, the Duke of Bellasson was bathed in the grace and glory of the Antioch King wearing the crown of glory. The Duke of Bellasson was very angry with his stupid ancestors.

"That golden crown should belong to me. Are the men of my family who sacrificed blood for this kingdom? What have the Antioch royal families done? Even a little girl playing with a rag doll can play with the crown like any of her toys. This inheritance law of direct blood relatives is illegal." The Duke of Bellason believes that in this land full of dangers and pagans, the direct inheritance law of the Western continent should not be used, but should be used instead to use the more suitable inheritance law of the Eastern Shoe Target, and the strong are respected.

"I understand your anger, but we have failed once. If we fail again this time, then someone will doubt us." Earl Aruk persuaded his lord. In fact, he did not care about Sophia's life, but he was worried that if Duke Frandel knew about this, his territory might be retaliated because his territory was closest to Antioch Castle.

"Hmph, that old guy should have returned to his life in the manor of the Kingdom of Bru." The Duke of Bellason said dismissively. He picked up the wine glass and drank the fragrant wine. Seeing the Duke of Bellason calm, Earl Aruke felt a little curious.

"My monarch, do you have any plans?" "Not mine, don't worry, Saladin will solve the old guy for us." Duke Bellason said proudly.

"What? Do you have a deal with Saladin?" Earl Aruk suddenly realized something after saying that, and hurriedly looked around. On the periphery of the room were the Duke's loyal subordinates, so no one would approach and eavesdrop. Only then did Earl Aruk feel relieved.

"It's just an agreement. When I become the king of Antioch, I will give Saladin an explanation." "But will the pagans keep their promises?" Count Aruk said worriedly. This suspicion came from an instinctive reaction to other civilizations and religions.

"Don't worry, don't forget that it was Saladin's promise." The Duke of Bellason said. Saladin's knightly demeanor even the kings of the Western continent recognized that when he captured Jerusalem, everyone thought that he would let his army go and do what the crusaders had invaded Jerusalem, that was the massacre. Bishop Gred, the commander of the crusaders, said something, which turned Jerusalem into a city soaked in blood. "All anyone who can act can be killed under the eyes of God."

Saladin did not do this. He gracefully agreed that Jerusalem people paid the ransom symbolizing the cold, and left freely. Some women and children even paid the payment out of their own pocket because they were unable to pay the ransom. This noble character and knightly demeanor spread everywhere as refugees returned to the mainland, making Saladin's gentlemanly demeanor deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Duke Frandel had no idea that behind him, the threat from the inside of the kingdom camp was stretching out poisonous fangs to his niece. He was now dealing with the army opposite Saladin. He climbed on the wooden table in the tent with letters written by him. Those letters were all admonishments urging the vassals of the kingdom to fulfill their feudal obligations. What was so bad was that Queen Sophia had not officially obtained the allegiance of these vassals. The feudal contract was barely maintained between both sides. Although the lords sent troops to Duke Frandel, these troops were far from enough.

"We need more and more support. God, can we last until the arrival of the Knights?" The old duke picked up the handwritten handed over by Shi, wiped his forehead and neck with a hand towel soaked in water. The curse weather was so hot that the old duke felt exhausted.

"Dude, the Duke of Bellason continues to refuse to support us. His reason is that he does not know whose name he should mobilize his vassals to mobilize war." A general walked into the tent, holding the Duke of Bellason's reply in his hand, just an inconspicuous piece of paper, which is not even a formal reply.

"In whose name? Damn it, in the name of the Antioch Kingdom, in the name of God, do it well, can't he hear that his ancestors were weeping for the lost glory?" Duke Frandel slapped the table angrily, because Duke Bellason refused to mobilize his vassals to cause half of the military power of the kingdom to be dispersed. The troops supported by Duke Bellason were farmers who had just put down their hoes, and they were not even as powerful as those of the bandits. The old duke had to arrange these people to serve as servitudes.

"Duke, Saladin has launched an attack." At this moment, a noisy sound was made from the camp, and some shi shouted loudly to Duke Frandel.

"What? So fast?" Duke Frandel strode out of the camp. He did not wear a helmet, his hair fluttering in the wind. Outside the camp, he saw Saladin infantry like dense ants. They waved their spears and shields to attack Duke Frandel's camp. This was the third attack in a few days. Saladin relied on his large crowds of people and constantly torture Duke Frandel's army with attacks and temptations.

"Which unit is this time?, Duke Frandel asked his subordinates, and the observation of the flag seemed to be the army of Saladin's son-in-law Muhald. This infantry unit was mostly mercenaries hired by Salasen, and there were martyrs with a ragged shirt and a short-handed axe.

Martyrs are specialists from the Crescent Cultivation. They are usually poor civilians. However, under the influence of religion, they believe that if they die in the holy war, they can ascend to the Allah Garden, which can satisfy all kinds of wishes. Although they are not as powerful as professional warriors, their military sources are almost inexhaustible and useless. They are not afraid of death, and they can even be said to be ready to die. There is also a very low recruitment cost, which is why the nobles of the Crescent Cultivation like this kind of military service.

"Stop, block the enemy, the knights go to the front row." The generals of Duke Frandel tried their best to push the strongest combat power to the front line. The knights were undoubtedly the best choice. The knights of Antioch got off the horse, wearing excellent chain armor, holding swords and shields. Often, there were one or two soldiers beside a knight, so they blocked the enemy's attack in the narrow area where the camp was stationed.

"Charge, in the name of Allah, jihad, jihad." Muhard, wearing scales, wielding his scimitar, and riding a tall Sultan war horse, kept encouraging the soldiers who rushed forward from his left and right.

"This is a holy war. Those who died in the holy war will rise directly into the Huā Garden of Allah forever." In addition to Muhard, the Crescent Priests in black robes had the loudest voices. They jumped up and down and kept holding up the classics of the Crescent Moon Church, and chanting the scriptures in the Crescent Moon Church from time to time, which made the believers even more excited.

"Kill~~." The two sides were crowded in a narrow area. The knights and their soldiers tried hard to push the Muhard soldiers who were squeezed into the front. The swords, guns, and halberds were mixed in the air, making various collision sounds. The screams made from time to time and the people who were trampled to the ground made the oasis full of blood.

"Duke, we, we can't stop it anymore. The number of enemies is too large." Seeing that the enemy was about to break through the defense line, the old duke stood anxiously on a small hill, watching his own Qifeng and the enemy strangled together.

"Who can only be used after seeing it?, next to Duke Frandel, a court scholar suggested to Duke Frandel.

"Are you sure?" Duke Frandel said worriedly, as if he was afraid to try his advice to court scholars.

"Duke, don't worry, this is a weapon used by the ancient kingdoms of a long time. As long as you use this, these pagans will definitely return to their death." After bowing to Duke Frandel, the court scholar said confidently to the duke. In this era of supremacy of force, the court scholar seemed to be just a reporter who wrote love letters for the noble, but he always believed that one day he would prove that knowledge is power.

"Well, I can't do it after seeing it. My good scholar will do it. How long will it take?" Duke Frandel was like a person who fell into the sea at this time. As long as there was a little hope, even a straw would be held in his hands, so he said to the court scholar.

"One hour is enough." The court scholar said to the Duke of Frande with his white goatee.

"Okay, I will let the soldiers hold on for a while, go and do what you should do, and the rest depends on God's will." Duke Frandel nodded in agreement with the scholar's suggestion, and then turned his attention to the stalemate battlefield again.

The court scholar hurried to the logistics camp with his assistant, and then showed the token of Duke Frandel. The soldiers guarding the supplies quickly took the scholar to a warehouse far away from other supplies. A carriage was there alone, and three or four guards were guarding the placement here.!
Chapter completed!