Chapter 58 Saladin's Strategy

The night fell over the Antioch Castle. Archbishop George placed the Templar and the Teutonic Knights in the east and west directions of the castle. This arrangement can prevent unnecessary conflicts between the knights on both sides. The Knights in the blue blouse were stationed between the two, and they were in the center like mediators. The Duke of Bellason was staying in the camp of the Templar at this time. He roared in Leiru's tent like a jackal, while Leiru calmly held a wine glass and drank wine. His ears were full of the Duke of Bellason's nagging complaints.

"Okay, my Duke, even if you are not the Regent of Antioch, you are still the most powerful noble in this kingdom, right?" Finally, Lei Ruo couldn't help it, and he reminded the Duke of Bellason.

"However, Archbishop George controls the court, how can I take this breath?" Duke Bellason said persistently.

"I think Archbishop George is not a problem. The problem is that you should build your own merits. In this way, the Antioch nobles will definitely regard you as a leader, rather than the old Archbishop." Lei Ruo suggested to the Duke of Bellason.

"Well." The Duke of Bellason's eyes dodged. Almost no one knew about his collusion with the Sultans. Of course, it could not be known to the world, otherwise the leader Lei Ruo would be the first to slash his head.

When the Antioch nobles were intriguing for power, Saladin returned to this battlefield after calming the coup in the Sultan court. Saladin returned here in the shortest time on a boat, which also shows his concerns about the situation here.

The sultanate sailing ships, such as the monsoon, traveled very fast. In a few days, they entered the port controlled by the Sudanese army. Muhard, who had arrived earlier in the port, led the Mamluks to wait here. Although the Sudanese army controlled the place, it did not prohibit other merchant ships from entering. Therefore, merchant ships came and went on this sea surface, which made people not feel that this was the front line of war.

"The trip of the Grand Manager is going well." Muhard was wearing a small scale armor and a green cloak with his family badge printed on it, three red crescent moons overlapping, and a pointed helmet on his head.

"It went smoothly." Saladin first jumped from the deck to the shore. He was wearing a white robe of a sultan official and an emerald neck hanging around his neck. Muhard and others felt a little inconsistent when they saw it. After all, it was a battlefield where they were not wearing armor. What if they were assassinated by the enemy? But Saladin was wearing an ordinary robe, which was a kind of confidence to control everything.

They walked side by side, Saladin walked on the port city avenue captured by his own army, and the idle courtyard seemed to be in his backyard, while Muhard was fully armed and nervous as if he was about to draw his sword to fight. The Mamluks were also very nervously guarding both sides. Who could know whether there were still resistances in the ruins of buildings hit by catapults?

"I heard you killed Duke Frandel?" Saladin asked curiously.

"Yes, the Mamluks broke through their camp." Muhard said concisely.

"That's a good opponent, a good knight, what a pity," Saladin sighed, and then asked, "I heard you let the Templars go? Those hateful guys should die on the battlefield."

"Because I think they are useful," Muhard explained.

"It's useful, those robbers who raped and plundered everywhere?" Saladin said disdainfully. In his opinion, the Templars who called themselves knights were just robbers, and they attacked women and children without any knight honor.

"Yes, Duke Frandel's death is related to the Templars." Muhald continued, knowing the moral cleanliness of Saladin.

"What do you mean?" Saladin keenly realized the key point in Muhard's words. Saladin was not only an outstanding commander, but also a politician who could calmly judge the situation. "There was this inconsistency between the Antioch kingdom because of the appearance of the Templars."

"That's right, we just need to use their own internal struggle to win without a fight. At that time, the entire holy land will return to the Muen of Allah." Muhard's eyes were filled with flashes. This was the dream of many generations of Sultans. Those who can accomplish this great cause will become the greatest warriors.

"Haha, Muhard, you have learned a lot, but do you think that you can win the jihad with these conspiracies alone?" Saladin was very satisfied with the growth of his right-hand assistant, but he still lacked some heat. However, with his careful cultivation, Muhard will definitely become the best commander of the Sultanate.

"So sir, what are your plans?" Muhard said dismissively. This is also the conceit of young people, and they always think that their methods are the most advanced.

"Let's wait and see." Saladin's mouth raised slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

Just as Archbishop George said, Saladin's army did not retreat, but had no intention of attack. The two sides confronted the territory between the border and the Antioch Castle. It seemed calm but fierce squad battles broke out between the territory between them, especially the villages were really a battle of land. Saladin said that watching the change was not nothing. The Antioch Kingdom and Saladin were preparing for a greater decisive battle. Archbishop George issued the first regent to all the Antioch nobles, ordering the nobles to lead the troops to the Antioch Castle. Saladin also continued to gather large troops, and the entire hot land was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"Sir Earl, this land has attracted many adventurers. Look, aren't they adventurers from the Kingdom of Bru? Look, where are there longswords from our country? It's so diverse." Bald Otto stood on the walls with Schwab, watching those who came from the ports still controlled by the Kingdom of Antioch. These adventurers were not pilgrims or crusaders, because they would not fight voluntarily, and the only thing that could drive them was money.

"What price do you want for adventurers like Otto? Go and ask." Schwab felt that the reason why he was suppressed by the Templars was because of his small military strength. Now this battle has attracted many mercenaries, which makes Schwab particularly familiar. When fighting in the Kingdom of Pumbrus, did he rely on mercenaries with skillful combat experience to win? Since this is the case, he must use this powerful force again.

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