“I told you, these Muslims are unreliable!” a Crusader general shouted. “We were fighting the main force of the Great Xia. And they, after winning a battle, retreated eastward.”
Once a lie intended to reassure the troops is uttered, there's no going back.
Therefore, Bob Wynne and Raymond had no choice but to continue on this topic of lies.
"That's right, the heavily armored cavalry of the Great Xia are being held back entirely by our Templar Knights. If the Muslim troops were to fight them, Saladin's forces certainly wouldn't be able to withstand their charge!"
As for that infantry, well... their weapons are varied, and their crossbow bolts are unpredictable and impossible to defend against. There's really no way to fight them!
Upon hearing the words "Templar Knights," Raymond clenched his fists.
Our troops are invincible. In the battles against Saladin a few years ago, we defeated the Muslims with hundreds of knights.
But bringing up the past at this time would likely have a greater impact on morale.
Raymond could only sigh heavily.
At this moment, a general stepped forward and said to the king in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, in any case, the Great Xia people must have sent out their full strength in today's battle. After fighting for so long, their troops are, to say the least, exhausted."
Moreover, Saladin's troops retreated eastward, to the stronghold of the Regent of Great Xia.
I believe Lin Mo will lead his troops eastward in pursuit, and won't come south to attack us!
So, Your Majesty, what should we do next?
Hearing this, Bob Win had a headache.
Following behind the Da Xia people, heading towards the Da Xia Shu region?
Should we hide in the desert and lay low for a while?
Today's heavy rain has temporarily alleviated the water problem, but only temporarily.
Their supply lines have been cut off by the Great Xia army. Without water, how long can they survive in the desert?
Following behind the Great Xia army also presents many problems.
Once Lin Mo's scouts discover them, they will definitely set up an ambush!
The enemy doesn't even need to fight the Crusaders; they can simply intercept them on key routes and wear them down!
Therefore, the Crusaders' survival depended entirely on Saladin.
Hopefully, the enemy can lure away all of Lin Mo's troops, so that I will have a chance to get out of this desert!
Bob Wen, increasingly troubled, turned his gaze to Raymond.
"Sir Raymond, what do you think?"
As soon as he said this, all eyes turned to Raymond.
Raymond pursed his lips, his mind racing. After a long while, he finally spoke, "Your Majesty, there are some things I'm unsure whether I should say."
At this point, what's the point of questioning what should or shouldn't be done? Bob Wen was getting anxious.
"Speak!"
"Your Majesty, I think, perhaps we could... negotiate peace with the Regent of Great Xia?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone fell silent; the tent was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
After a long silence, Bob Winn finally broke the silence, saying, "They could never accept that!"
At that moment, Raymond seemed to have aged ten years. His once gleaming eyes now betrayed an unconcealable weariness. "How will you know if you don't try?"
"Hmph! The Bactrians killed so many of our people. Raymond, you actually want us to negotiate with them? God's warriors negotiating with heretics?" a Crusader general shouted, his emotions running high.
"What's wrong with fighting the Bactrians to the death!" another Crusader general shouted.
Raymond sighed heavily and advised, "No, everyone!"
"Stop talking!" Bobwin interrupted. "Sir Raymond, you may leave now. The rest of you, stay here!"
Judging from Bob Wyn's tone, Raymond understood that as the King of Jerusalem, he could not possibly make such a decision.
Raymond moved his lips, but ultimately fell silent, a sigh that was hard to express welling up inside him.
He turned and walked towards the outside of the tent, but just as he was about to lift the curtain, he couldn't help but glance back. He saw that the remaining generals had already gathered around Bobwin.
Bob Wynne, however, showed no expression beneath the mask.
Biting her lip, she lowered her head and left the tent.
But as Raymond stepped out of the tent, his face flushed red and his hands clenched into fists.
Those eyes were now as cold as ice.
The night was as dark as ink, gradually engulfing the earth.
After a harrowing battle, the Crusader soldiers were exhausted. They had struggled back from what felt like hell on earth, and although they had survived, their souls seemed to have been ripped out.
The autumn wind, like a wolf, howled under the night sky, ravaging the desert and stirring up a chilling howl. In the darkness, it seemed as if countless ferocious beasts lurked, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust, watching every movement with predatory intent.
The Crusaders tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep peacefully.
The night was deep and still, all was quiet. The Crusaders had endured the long second half of the night, and the camp finally returned to tranquility. Exhausted, they could no longer resist the onslaught of sleep and drifted into a rare, sweet dream.
But in the deep darkness of the night, Raymond quietly mounted his warhorse.
The campfire in the military camp flickered in the wind, seemingly about to go out at any moment.
The pale moonlight spilled across the grassland, as if covering it with a layer of white frost.
By the moonlight, Raymond led a few of his personal guards and left the camp!
The moonlight, like silver, fell silently, illuminating his weathered face. Under the moonlight, his two clear tears shimmered, standing out vividly.
He murmured to himself, his voice filled with sorrow: "Your Majesty, I will do my utmost for Jerusalem."
"We cannot die in this desert."
"We must preserve our strength, and we must revitalize Jerusalem!"
That's right, Raymond wanted to go to the Great Xia camp alone.
He was to represent Bob Wen in peace talks with Lin Mo, the regent of the Great Xia Dynasty!
The howling wind, like the roar of a night demon, mercilessly swallowed his words, and he chose silence. Under the pale moonlight, he set off alone on the road leading to the dark wilderness, embarking on an unknown journey.
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Lin Mo's side.
After settling the troops, he ordered his men to set up a camp in a secluded place and instructed them not to let anyone approach.
Anyone who disobeys: beheaded!
What he needs to do now is to use the system to devour Rigelard, the Grand Master of the Templar Order, and Roger, the Grand Master of the Hospitallers, who are still alive!
The altar has been set up as before.
Roger, whose legs had been broken, was on the verge of death from the pain, exhaling far more air than he inhaled through his nose.
Lin Mo knew he couldn't hold on much longer.
"Commander Roger, don't die so soon, hold on a little longer!" Lin Mo said with a wicked smile, "I'll send you to heaven soon to meet your God!"
As he spoke, Lin Mo sat cross-legged.
Open the system panel and point it at the Devour button.
"CD, three minutes left, it's about to start!"
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