Roger saw a thin-faced man with a gray beard at the camp gate.

The man was wearing a white sacrificial robe full of embroidery, and a huge pure gold cross surrounded by jewels hanging around his neck.

A thought popped up in Roger's mind, "My friend, does your cervical spine hurt?"

Of course he wouldn't really ask that, he said:

"This is the Catalan Mercenary Group, I am the leader of the regiment Roger."

Roger warmly invited the Patriarch and the monks to the camp.

The Patriarch expressed his gratitude politely and said:

"His Excellency Roger, the leader of the Catalan mercenary, I am a servant of God from Cosma, Bulgaria. I come for heresy."

Roger was stunned. He thought, I have heresy here?

He thought, it shouldn't be said to me, was it for Muttieri?

He thought that was not right. Muttier was at most a heretic, not a heretic.

Roger thought to himself, but he didn't stop talking.

He ordered the guards to take the monks to have supper and rest.

He then invited the Patriarch to the dinner.

On the way to the dining table, Roger heard Minxi Haoshen talking about his personal experience with his keen ears.

Minxi Howard Johnson has already mentioned his "personal experience" of bargaining with Sirius merchants on the moon.

Roger doesn't think the story made up by Minxi Howard Johnson is.

After all, when he was very young, he heard from adults that ancient people cut wood on the moon.

As for Sirius, the brightest in the sky besides the sun and the moon, it was also shot by ancient legends in the east by ancient people.

So when Roger heard Minxi Haoshen say that those Sirius people who look like wolves do business with the moon on the moon.

Roger felt that this was not difficult to understand.

But he thought that those religious people who believe in God would not recognize Minxi Haoshen's "witness with their own eyes" as he did.

He thought, was the Patriarch here for this guy?

Roger thought it would be better not to let them meet.

So he pulled a guard to inform everyone to leave, and he found an excuse to take the patriarch around the camp.

When Roger arrived at the dining table, everyone, including Boschmond, had dispersed.

The servants also cleaned the tables and served the wine and food again.

Roger sat in the main seat and invited the Patriarch to take the guest seat opposite him.

The Patriarch bowed and thanked Roger politely.

Roger could see that this Orthodox pastor was really polite, unlike the Catholic bishops and priests who relied on their strong backstage and never took secular lords seriously.

He thought that the Catholic pope could make the emperor of the Holy Roman Empire confess his guilt barefoot, while the Orthodox Patriarch bowed down to the Eastern Roman Emperor.

This is probably the biggest difference between Catholicism and Orthodox Church.

Roger accompanied Cosma to have another meal.

He tried to talk while eating, trying to get something out of Kosma's mouth.

Roger was very successful easily, and the other party didn't want to hide it at all.

Kosma said: "The Duke of Bavaria, Welf, and a noble countess named Aida, entered the land of the Bulgarians from the Austrian border, through the Kingdom of Hungary.

"He led a huge army of cavalry, infantry and women, allegedly more than 160,000 men, carrying a large amount of baggage, equipment and supplies."

Roger was stunned for a moment

How many?

160,000!

I have only more than 5,000 people, how can I deal with 160,000 people?

He thought, he must have heard it wrong.

It may be 16,000, or 16,000.

He picked up the wine glass and drank it in one go.

As the wine fell, his heart calmed down.

He felt that even if there were 160,000 opponents, it was nothing strange.

Roger toasted the Patriarch, and the other party accepted it happily.

After another glass of wine, Roger remembered that the Normans always fought with less.

He thinks it's nothing great to have 5,000 or 160,000.

He shook his mind because he was anxious and was a little dizzy.

He thought, it was just a person who beat 4 or 8 opponents.

After the dizziness in his mind dissipated, Roger felt that there seemed to be a little error in his calculation just now.

He wanted to ask more details about the number of people, and he said:

"Are there many women? Is there more than one countess?"

As soon as he said that, Roger felt something was wrong.

He thought, he clearly wanted to ask, is there really 160,000 people, but why did he only care about how many women there are when he got to his mouth?

He felt that it must be that his tongue was too dry to express his thoughts correctly.

He thought maybe another drink would be better.

So Roger and Patriarch Kosma clinked and had another drink.

Cosma took Roger's words in a harmonious manner and said:

"There is only one countess, but there are thousands of women following them, some of them are the families of warriors, some are not, they are messy, very messy."

Roger smiled "hehe" and shifted the topic to the number of people he was interested in.

He asked: "How do they manage so many people? Eating and drinking along the way are probably a big problem."

"They buy food along the way, supplies, and can't buy it or afford it, so they grab it," Cosma said.

Roger asked: "Hold you Bulgarians?"

Cosma said: "Yes, so our Duke, Lord Gure, was offended repeatedly because of so many disputes.

"The Duke knew that they were going through Adrian Castle, and that was the only way to the east.

"Then the Duke Gure went there early, occupied the bridge, and prohibited the pilgrims from passing.

"He blocked the bridge tightly with his bow and arrow."

Roger turned around and ordered: "Guards, bring me the map."

He asked again: "Sir Patriarch, is there a road there? No other bridge or shoal?"

Kosma replied: "No. The Densa River flows from the steep mountains of Bulgaria flows south to Adrian Castle, and meets the Maricha River.

“Then the Maricha River flows southward into the Aegean Sea.

"This castle close to Greece and Bulgaria, carefully built by the Roman emperor Hadrian, is the gateway to the west of Constantinople.

“A person who is good at swimming may be able to swim across the river.

"But if you want the troops carrying large chariots and horses to cross the river east, you can only pass through the bridge in front of Adrian Castle."

Rogerby looked at the map and found the location of Adrian Castle.

He looked at the simple map, one thin and one thick, and two black lines converged there.

In front of the intersection, there are two bridges with long and short signs, and the front and back are mounted on two lines representing the river.

Roger thought the terrain looked familiar.

He remembered the feldstone bridge he had fought in Iberia, the short wooden bridge that had been destroyed by the flood, and the gentle slope between the two bridges.

Roger said: "This kind of terrain is very beneficial to the defense. I believe that Mr. Guret, the Duke of Bulgaria, won."

The Patriarch sighed: "It was a cruel and tragic battle."
Chapter completed!