"ah!..."
During the autumn harvest in October, the fields outside the deserted village of Moore were filled with tall grass and filled with the smell of desolation and death. The blue tit rested boldly on the eaves until a shrill scream came, and then it was frightened and flew up.
It hovered over the deserted village and saw only the laughing Crusaders surrounding it, and in the center of the crowd, a Moorish captive lying limp on the ground with a hoarse voice.
"Haha! Chee! What a useless idiot! Looking at this guy's expression just now, I thought I could meet a heretic who would rather die than surrender!..."
The young Crusaders laughed and looked at the Moorish nobles twitching on the ground with blood on their faces, as if they had seen some interesting monkey show. There was no mercy in their eyes, because in traditional understanding, torture and killing
Killing a heretic is not only not a crime, but a pious virtue.
"Ha! How boring!..."
The older Cross Knights had expressions of futility. They had seen many such scenes of torturing pagans. For them, the most important thing at the moment was to feed their horses with beans that could withstand hunger.
.
At this moment, they are on the front line of the battlefield and may encounter enemies at any time. At this time, the knight's first priority is to feed the war horses at any time and maintain the physical strength to run and charge! As for letting the horses graze, it takes time
It's too long and you can't bear to be hungry. You can only do it when you are safe and relaxed.
With a smile on his face, the old knight Lorenzuo cut off an ear and a little finger of Moore's prisoner. Then, he used a sharp armor-piercing awl to string together the bloody organs and dangle them casually in front of the opponent's eyes. Waiting for almost
The Moore prisoner, who was dizzy from pain, came back to his senses and saw a part of his body appearing in his sight in another terrifying way. After a few breaths of silence, there was another hoarse and hoarse scream.
Call.
"Oh no!..."
After the screams passed, the old knight Lorenzo opened his mouth for interrogation for the first time. He used proficient Moorish to communicate with the frightened Moorish prisoner. Although the other party's face was mixed with fear, there was still resistance.
The old knight smiled, waved the sharp bloody stabbing blade, and promised something in a low voice. The Moore prisoner seemed to believe it, hesitated for a while, and gradually confessed.
After a long while, the old knight asked similar questions over and over again, and got uncontradictory answers. He was convinced that the other party was not lying.
The young knight Giovanni stood nearby, watching with great interest, and learning the old knight's interrogation techniques. The prisoner spoke very quickly, and he had just started speaking Moorish, so he couldn't understand it very well. When the interrogation was completed, he
asked in confusion.
"Lorenzo, you just promised the prisoner that you would allow him to redeem himself and leave when he returns to the camp and see King Fernando? Are you serious?"
"Haha! Giovanni, how can the promise made to the pagans be guaranteed to count?"
The old knight Laurent raised the left corner of his mouth and answered with a smile.
"If he can really come up with a considerable ransom from the city of Barcelona, it would be okay to let him go. But if King Fernando wants to do something else, then it is none of our business. Everything depends on the will of the Lord!"
"Well..."
The young knight Giovanni pursed his lips and was speechless for a moment. After a moment, he nodded slowly. Indeed, unlike his brothers and fellow Christians, there are no promises that must be followed for evil pagans. He thought of it.
At this point, he put aside his thoughts and asked about topics he was more concerned about.
"Lorenzo, he just said, what uncle king, what nephew king, what reinforcements, what surrender?"
"Well. It's a bit troublesome to talk about this matter in detail. However, the news he brought back was within my expectation."
The old knight Laurent had confidence in his chest and said with a confident smile.
"Giovanni, didn't you ask me before, how can we capture the mountain city of Bassa if the siege army can't do it?...Haha! This prisoner's answer is my answer!"
"Ah! Capture the mountain city of Basa? Then what did he just say?"
"The Lord is witness! He is Mohamed ben Hassan, the Moorish lord of the mountain city of Bassa, who was sent to the capital of Granada to request the king of Granada, Abu Abdallah.
The messenger of reinforcements. He brought a reply from King Abu!"
"What? King of Granada, is he going to send troops to support the mountain city of Basa?"
Hearing this, the young knight Giovanni looked surprised and a little nervous.
"We are now between the royal capital of Granada and the mountain city of Bassa. If a large group of Moorish cavalry is coming, then we must retreat now!"
"No, don't worry! We don't have to retreat."
The old knight Lauren Zuo smiled and shook his head. He stroked his goatee, his expression was leisurely, and his words were also somewhat emotional.
"King Abu of Granada told Hassan, the lord of Bassa: The king will not send a single soldier to the mountain city of Bassa! If he wants to ask for reinforcements, he should go to his uncle Azar Zagha, who is loyal to him.
You (az-zaghal) ask for help!..."
"If my uncle doesn't have reinforcements, then just surrender the mountain city of Basa! Remember, you must surrender directly to the kind, respectable, brave and resolute Queen Insabella, and do not surrender to the unpredictable, cunning and treacherous King Fernando...
"
Hearing such a reply, the young knight Giovanni was shocked on the spot. He looked at the old knight in disbelief and asked in a trembling voice.
"How is it possible! Lorenzo, did you hear that right?! The mountain city of Basa is the last and strongest barrier in the northeast of Granada! How could the King of Granada give up this mountain fortress so easily? And let him give up?
The garrison of the fortress surrendered to Queen Isabella?..."
"Well, Giovanni, what should I say...This matter is actually related to the civil strife in the Kingdom of Granada! And such civil strife was designed and promoted by the twin kings of Imbilia! It is precisely because of the civil strife in the Kingdom of Granada!
Due to the civil strife in the Kingdom of Nada, I concluded that the Moors would not be able to hold on for long..."
The old knight Laurent glanced at the limp Moorish prisoner, pulled the young Giovanni, and walked to a deserted corner. Then, with a solemn expression, he lowered his voice and explained in detail the key points of this holy war.
An important turning point.
"Although the Kingdom of Granada is small, it has a difficult terrain, a large population, and a rich country. It is supported by many Moorish kingdoms in the southern continent, and it is not that easy to fight..."
"However, six years ago, just two years after the start of this round of jihad, the King of Granada, Abu Abdullah, let's call him the nephew king! The nephew king personally led his troops north and bravely attacked Castil
The Spanish army... Then, he was defeated. Not only did he not die in battle, he was also captured by the Castilians in disgrace."
Speaking of this, a sarcastic smile appeared on the face of the old knight Lorenzo. He gave the young and brave knight a meaningful look and taught him intentionally.
"Giovanni, sometimes, untimely bravery is a crime that harms others and yourself!... After his nephew King Abu was captured, the royal family of Granada had a fight and the throne was passed on twice. In the end,
It fell on the head of Azar Zaghhar, the uncle of the nephew king. And it was at this time that the seeds of civil strife and destruction of the Moors began to be sown..."
This chapter has been completed!