Chapter 62 Wine Kettle

When the Hussars went further and wanted to get close to Jerusalem, some people even arrogantly prepared to attack the city, a large number of Arab archers on the top of the city were fired downwards, and the arrows were falling like rain. ( ! ) Although these archers from the nomadic peoples were used to fighting on horseback, they were not inferior to using bows and arrows when walking. In this way, several hussars were shot like hedgehogs. The remaining hussars were startled and immediately returned to a safe distance and continued to swear and cross. However, at this moment, the cavalry were devastated, and it was not interesting to stay like this. They quickly retreated.

After watching the group of Hussar retreat, Saladin sighed secretly on the city wall. His mood finally calmed down. After that, the King of Desert turned around and said to Zhao Haier who had escaped with a slight tone of blame and slightest slightest reproach, "A total of 50,000 troops, with an advantageous terrain. In addition, there is a main formation of 2,500 elite professional soldiers. But you just ran back after running for less than a day?"

"...Master, please forgive me." Although Zhao Haier had thousands of reasons in his heart - the opponent's lineup was strong, the cavalry had extremely high combat power, and there were also various devil-like weapons that could spray flames and black smoke to help with the war... However, the smart general knew that what he had to do at this time was to admit his guilt to Saladin, rather than just defending and finding reasons. That would only arouse others' disgust. It would be better to admit his mistakes obediently and wait until Saladin was calmer and then slowly talk to him about the situation of the battle.

"...Forget it, in the two battles, the two generals I value most, you and the poor Baibls, both lost to the Crusaders. It seems that the other party is sure of this extraordinary talent. Get up." Saladin sighed and said this. However, before Zhao Haier could breathe a sigh of relief, Saladin continued, "but you have lost twice in a row, lost so many troops and caused so many kind people to die. If I don't punish you, it would be a bit unreasonable - go, go to the judge and get fifty whips. After that, I will denounce your identity - you are not the glorious general under Allah, you are just an ordinary person. I will only restore your position unless you make convincing credit."

"I understand, master." Zhao Haier was in a calm mood and thought to himself: As long as he could save his life, he could make a comeback. Fifty whips and deprived his post. These are just false. As long as he has a life, everything can be done again. Besides, Baibls is dead now. Who else can Saladin use if he doesn't need it?

Seeing the general's doubts, no angry or frustrated expression, Saladin felt even more uncomfortable - Baibls, a former Christian from Sicily, was even less trustworthy than when he put everything on his face. However, it was as if Zhao Haier had thought. At this moment, he had only Zhao Haier, a general who could use it. It was really not appropriate to do it too much.

"But after driving the crusaders away..." Saladin's heart was already full of murderous intent - but at this moment, another group of Hussars roared and ran to the city of Jerusalem, nailed another group of dead Arabs to the cross and inserted them outside Jerusalem. Such behavior interrupted Saladin's thoughts, and at the same time made the tyranny hidden by the desert king slightly reveal part of it.

"Allah is above! What do these pagans want to do?! It's too much!" Saladin said this, while snatching the bow of a Mamluk archer beside him, and shot it with an arrow. He heard a muffled groan under the city, and a Hussar fell to the ground. Then another rain of arrows at the top of the city of Jerusalem, shooting the Hussar into a hedgehog again. Saladin felt a little better. Look at the soldiers around him, and these soldiers seemed extremely angry. Many people looked at Saladin with great anticipation. Some of them looked very ugly as they looked at the crosses gradually increasing under the city.

"It seems that I need to do something to save the morale decline caused by this defeat." Saladin sighed secretly while thinking this way, and had some questions about the plan to stay in Jerusalem.

At the same time, in the Crusader coalition camp, it was completely opposite to the heavy-hearted Saladin. The monarchs were in a very good mood - because they were the winners.

"Come on, everyone, this victory should be celebrated." Lucivid, who did not see him sending soldiers and soldiers during the war, seemed particularly proactive and enthusiastic at the celebration dinner. From time to time, he stood up, toasted this, to the toast, Egil, and several generals of the Norman Empire gave him face. But the Eastern Roman Emperor next to him sneered secretly, and looked at this guy with dislike.

"Does anyone who has not received any honor on the battlefield want to make up for it at the wine table?" Basil is a powerful figure, and behind him is East Rome, the top European power behind him. Naturally, he will not take Lucivid, a little duke in the wilderness. He can't take it seriously and says that he will not give him any face.

"Uh...hehe." Lucivid, a little duke in a wild land, could not afford to offend a few powerful people in the continent. After being told by Basil, Lucivid could only smile awkwardly.

"Well, uncle. Don't be so nervous..." At this moment, Egil seemed to have drunk too much wine. His face turned red and he became much more excited in spirit - despite this, Egil's IQ was still above the average level. He could do something like talking to his own quasi-ally: "No one can erase your credit. No one will deny that you are the biggest contributor in this battle. So, don't be so nervous and relax. Come on, I'll give you a glass." Egil said this while filling the wine glass that was Basil. Then he took back the wine pot, turned a corner in a slightest angle, and filled himself with a glass that seemed to be no difference.

"Hmph..." Egil's face Basil had to take care of it at least. After hearing Egil say this, he snorted lightly and touched Egil's glass. After drinking it all, he felt a sense of hotness simmering out of his stomach, and his face suddenly turned red. After seeing Egil's drinking, he seemed to be nothing. He held on.

"Good alcohol, I'll give you another toast - to restore the holy land and achieve the glory of the world of Christ." Egil said this, while filling Basil with another cup. Basil's face turned red, and his stomach was as uncomfortable as if it was overwhelming, but he didn't want to lose face in front of Egil. So he gritted his teeth and drank it all over again. After that, he felt dizzy, his eyes were filled with stars. He held his hands on the armrests of the chair, and could hardly move.

"The third cup - for cooperation and peace among the nations!" Egil had another glass of wine. In Basil's eyes, Basil looked like a jealous person who killed his father. With a dim eyes, Basil looked at Egil's smile as if he was provoking, so he finally tried his best and drank it all.

"Okay! Awesome!" Egil clapped his hands and drank the juice in his cup in one go - naturally nothing happened.

Afterwards, Basil fell down with hatred with only a "thump" sound.

"Puchi...ahhahahaha..." Egil saw Basil fall to the ground, and then laughed like a winner. He looked at the Hungary and several other Roman soldiers around him, waved his hand and said, "What are you looking at - why don't you take your emperor back to rest quickly?!"

"I'm really sorry. But it seems that your Majesty can't participate in this banquet anymore." Hungaryat bowed his head to Egil and then directed several Roman soldiers, carrying Basil out of the tent in a hurry. Then he heard a "wow" sound outside, but Basil even spit out bile...

"What's going on?" Others may not know, but the two generals next to Egil, Alpha and Robin Hood, have been with Egil for a long time. Naturally, they know how much Egil's alcohol tolerance is - although it is above the average level. But that's all. They definitely can't reach the level of Jiuhao's unintoxication of a thousand cups. It's impossible for Basil to lie on the ground and vomit, but he has nothing to do.

"Come here - look at this." Egil looked at several generals and looked at him strangely. He opened the lid of the wine pot. Everyone saw that there was a baffle inside the wine pot, one of which contained high-spirited wine, and the other side was mixed with juice with similar color as the wine. By controlling the angle a little, you could choose the liquid that flowed out. Egil made Basil trick on such a small thing.

Seeing this, the generals knew it. They cursed in their hearts: "Not particular." On the surface, they were eager to praise Egil's "masterious plan". At the same time, they secretly vowed that they must be careful when drinking with Egil in the future...

"However, Emperor Basil did make great contributions in this battle. But there was another general who also made great contributions - why didn't the female general who commanded those special weapons see him?" After everyone laughed enough, Lucivid changed the topic and asked.

"Are you talking about Bamami?" Egil chuckled: "She is indeed quite good. So I will reward her after this. But she is not suitable for participating in this kind of feast."

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