Roger stood up, stepped heavily, and walked out of the study.

He walked step by step, and kept walking straight to the dungeon.

He ordered the dungeon guards to leave, with unquestionable majesty in his dull tone.

When the dungeon was left with only those who were imprisoned in the cell, those who were dumbfounded, nagging, laughing and crying, laughing, and laughing, Aragon prisoners of war.

Roger was like Mount Etna, and he erupted.

"Uraka! You bitch! Inhuman beast! Morti   toi     ! Go to die!

"You didn't send reinforcements, you didn't send reinforcements! Butti    lu   sangu     ! You'll die of heavy bleeding!

"You also seized my people.stronzo! Trash!

"My fiancée is also seized! pezzi    di     merda! Horse manure!

"Whatever you say to protect them for me, what if you say to the overall situation, the bullshit overall situation! vaffanculo! fuck! vafanculo    ! Fuck your ass!

"Do I want you to empower me to be alone? porco    dio! Your God is a pig!..."

Roger's angry curse mixed with Chinese and Latin echoed in the dungeon for a long time, causing the prisoners to laugh and cry.

It’s a good time to scold, it’s a good time to scold.

But after scolding, Roger was hungry and had to leave this dungeon like a madhouse.

Roger was actually able to understand Uraka's approach. He understood the principle that the superiors sacrificed a small number of inferiors for the sake of the overall situation. He had done this himself.

But this kind of thing falls on one's own head and is forced to do so, which makes it feel different.

Roger now understood the despair of the Jewish sergeant.

But now that things have come to this, what else can I do?

Roger calmed down his mind and returned to the study.

He asked the housekeeper to arrange food and accommodation for Shana, Zarro and the translator, and asked them to accompany him for the following days, and would not be allowed to walk around without his permission.

He sent people to inform Father Dominic and Rubio that Castilla reinforcements were already gathering and arrived soon.

Roger was very clear about the role of reinforcements in the defense. Even a small army could make the trapped people feel that they were not abandoned, thus boosting the confidence to continue to defend.

So he did not dare to disclose the news that Uraka did not send reinforcements. He even vented that he could only avoid the Toledo people, and cursed alone in the dungeon, and the keywords were also in Chinese.

He also knew the reason why Uraka didn't even send a symbolic reinforcement, and she was not afraid that he would not defend.

Others may surrender if they are desperate, but Roger will not, because surrender means death.

Roger knew Uraka knew this very well, and she must have taken him.

Roger even guessed that Uraka had two plans.

If Roger could defend Toledo, there would naturally be no reinforcements. Uraka could concentrate his troops and gain a tactical advantage.

And if Roger can't hold Toledo, he will die.

Uraka could declare that the Earl of Sicily was killed by the Aragonese, and Sicily would inevitably go to war with Aragon.

In that case, Aragon would be attacked by Castile and Sicily from both sides, and it would have to divide its troops.

Uraka can get rid of the current dilemma and gain strategic advantages.

Roger thought fiercely, this stinky woman is good at making a calculation, no matter how she calculates, she will benefit.

As he thought about it, the anger that was suppressed in his heart rose again.

So Roger went out and he went to the synagogue to find a rabbi.

The rabbi was praying for the dead, and he cried while chanting the scriptures, and his tears wet his beard, and then his trembling beard fell to the ground.

Roger didn't know how to comfort the old man, so he stepped forward and hugged the rabbi's shoulder.

The rabbi finished reading the current passage and said to Roger without looking back:

"Abaton, what else are you doing? Why don't you take me, the old man, to your bottomless pit."

Roger knew the meaning of Rabbi calling him "Abaton", and mentioned "Abaton" in both the Book of Job and Psalms of the Old Testament.

Literally means a place of destruction or a bottomless pit. It is extended to "the messenger of the bottomless pit" and "the dark angel of death". (Note 1)

Roger said lightly: "I will go, but I will go, anyway, I am not qualified to go to your Jewish paradise. (Note 2)

"Those young men died valuable, otherwise Toledo would have been Abaton now."

The rabbi lamented, “I know, I know…”

Roger did not say goodbye to the rabbi who had begun praying again, and he left the dim synagogue.

When the morning light illuminated Toledo again, Roger stood on the city gate.

On his left is Henk and another Norman Knight, on his right are two red-haired, Shana and Zarro, and behind them are several commissars.

He looked left and right, and the town militia and crossbow-carrying militia stood all over the city walls under the command of veterans.

There are all thunderstones, rolling wood, and fork rods on the wall, which are sufficient in number but are neatly stacked without affecting the passage.

In the key areas on the wall, there are also dedicated people responsible for heating the oil in the pot, which is much better than boiling water.

Roger turned around and looked at the city. On the stone path along the city wall, two heavy soldiers, veterans and stonemasons, giant shield crossbow-carrying militia, and round shield swordsmen, were resting as reserve forces.

He saw Rubio's inspection on the city wall and was walking towards him.

Rubio reported to Roger: "Sir, the soldiers are ready, those Aragonists don't want to step onto the city wall."

Roger could see that Rubio and his veterans were very experienced in defense of the city walls and did not require him to make arrangements in detail.

Roger still remembers how bad his command was on the sulfur mine.

He thought that professional things should be done by professionals.

Roger turned his eyes out of the city.

A loud trumpet rang out from the camp of the Knights of Santiago.

Roger glanced at the messenger behind him and thought, should I also make some horns and other things to play with, so that it seems to be more stylish in command.

Roger asked Rubio: "Do we have a horn?"

“Yes, sir.”

Rubio took out a trombone from the gatehouse.

Roger saw that the trombone was longer than a man's arm, cast in bronze, and it looked like a barrel with a trumpet.

Roger signaled Rubio to demonstrate.

Rubioping raised his trombone and bulged his cheeks and blew hard.

"Dou~"

When Roger saw the veterans resting in place, he immediately stood up and lined up.

The recruits looked at Rubio, some applauded and some cheered.

Someone shouted: "Sir, blow another one."

Someone said: "I am worthy of being an official, but I can brag."

Roger shook his head. The recruits could not understand the meaning of the horn at all, and they still lacked training.

He thought that it seemed that he still had to rely on the commander, and it would be unrealistic to issue orders based on the horn.

But Roger took the trombone over and he tried to blow.

"Puff~puff~"

So he knew that this thing was not that easy to serve, and it took time to practice it well.

Roger lost interest, and he saw Henk looking at the trombone with great enthusiasm, eager to try.
Chapter completed!