Chapter 93: The Gate of Heaven has been opened (One update)

The war lasted for three hours, and the soldiers on both sides fought desperately. (The entire wall was covered with a layer of sticky blood.

The ground was covered with various corpses, including Arabs and Christians. However, the soldiers who still survived were unwilling to waste any time on these dead people. They didn't even look at it, as if these corpses did not exist at all. They were still fighting wildly.

Amid the chanting of the Islamic imams and the roar of the Norman War Clan, this war in the name of faith finally reached its highest tide.

"Calif! This is dangerous, let's go to a safer place first!"

On a high tower on the north wall, Saladin gasped in a hurry with a scimitar in his hand. Beside him were the bodies of two steaming Italians. Not long after, a group of northern Italian mercenaries came over quietly and then launched an attack on the tower where he was. Unpredictable, Saladin's Casarji Guard suffered heavy losses. He had no choice but to join the battle. At least defeated the two enemies and drove the group of Italian mercenaries down.

However, although the attack did not work, it also exposed Saladin's position. After a large number of Christian crusaders received the news, they rushed towards Saladin with great enthusiasm and planned to kill him. To gain fame and fortune - what Egil said, taking Saladin's head could be exchanged for the promise of the Prince of Jerusalem, but it is still effective now.

Seeing the number of enemies becoming more and more, gradually, like waves, swallowing one's own army. Saladin was also a little palpitations. After thinking for a while, he nodded and left the tower under the escort of the Kasakhi Guards. He changed to another place where the number of troops on his own was large and the other party did not pay much attention to it. He raised the star and moon flag to boost morale.

However, the star and moon flag could indeed inspire the morale of one's own army. However, it once again exposed Saladin's position. The small corner that was not very noticeable suddenly became a hot battlefield. The soldiers of the European countries all refused to take care of themselves, their eyes were red, and their lives were fought toward Saladin. For a moment, the swords and swords around Saladin were flying everywhere, and they were in danger again.

"These damn pagans!" Saladin shouted in anger, waving a scimitar to cut off a Frenchman who was excited and distorted in his face. At the same time, he retreated again and let the guards around him protect him. But then he felt something was blocked behind him - when he turned around, he had retreated to another tower. If he wanted to retreat, he had no way to retreat...

"Saladin is there! Kill him and everyone makes a fortune!"

Seeing that the number of Crusaders was increasing and the number of their own troops was getting smaller and smaller, Saladin felt a little desperate - until a group of Arab reinforcements rushed up.

These soldiers with upper body and strong physiques were crazy, desperate, throwing the magic pots at the soldiers on both sides of the fight regardless of their enemy. These hot and unstable burning objects spread on the fierce battle city, blocking the further attack of the Crusaders. Then, they waved their long-handled battle axe and rushed towards the Crusaders in flames. They ignored the severe pain caused by the burning of the hot flames on their bodies. They shouted and killed frantically.

In this way, as these desperate Arab soldiers fought back, the crusaders on the city wall howled unwillingly and were temporarily repelled. Saladin also breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to call the soldiers to reorganize the defense line, he saw an old man in a robe, holding a Quran and a scimitar, dressed in an ordinary imam, walking towards him.

"Prophet - why are you here?!" Seeing the old man, Saladin was both surprised and happy, and then the group of desperate soldiers who repelled the Crusaders also recognized him. These people were the followers of the old prophet.

The caliph did not dare to neglect, so he quickly met him and said, "You should go back quickly! This place is too dangerous."

"It is because of danger that I am coming. How can I stay alone in a safe place when the believers sacrifice their lives for the divine teachings?"

"But, but - you..." Saladin didn't dare to say anything more. Seeing the old man with white hair and hair and strong spirit, he really didn't want to say: You are too old. That's what you said.

The old man was named Abu Hanifah Nurmann Bin Sabiti. He was Saladin's theological teacher, a great imam in the Arab world. He was the spiritual teacher of the most proficient in doctrine and a respected prophet. Although he is over 90 years old, he is still strong and looks like he can live for decades. Originally, this great imam was raising an old age in a mosque in Damascus. In order to stick to Jerusalem, Saladin invited him to cheer up his morale.

The old prophet knew that commanding the army to fight was not the main force, nor was he willing to be too involved in secular things. Therefore, he did not participate in many Saladin's resolutions before. He just lived in the round stone mosque in Jerusalem to comfort the Muslim believers who came to pilgrimage, and prayed for the jihad army.

However, at this moment, Jerusalem had reached a critical moment of life and death. The old man was really unable to sit still. After thinking for a while, he took the strongest among his followers and several treasures that had been passed down for a long time, and ran to the northern city of Jerusalem in one breath. He happened to help Saladin repel an attack.

"Okay, now is not the time to talk about such a thing." The Imam looked at the battle situation. Although the Crusaders retreated for a while, many soldiers were still persevering on the wall. A larger number of Crusaders were also coming in a steady stream. He interrupted Saladin's words and then took the wooden box with the smell of sandalwood from his entourage.

The old prophet opened it regardless of the surprise gaze of others. He revealed a long sword with a simple style that had been slightly corroded.

"This is a weapon that the Prophet once used, a sacred thing blessed by Allah. Saladin - I will hand it to you now. Take it and win - to fight off the pagans!" The old prophet took out the sword, held it solemnly with both hands, and handed it to Saladin.

"I understand--Almighty Allah is above! The great Prophet of the Prophet is above! Even if it is extremely difficult, even if it is in a desperate situation, we will definitely defeat the pagans!!!"

Saladin held his sword with his hands high and shouted loudly. Around him, the Muslims cheered loudly - this was the great sword used by the sanctuary of the Muslims selected by Allah, the sanctuary chosen by Allah, in the world! This is a proof that the Muslims are favored by Allah! At this moment, their greatest prophet and the greatest apostle of Allah are with them! They are invincible!!!

Whether it was Egil who was standing in a safe place, watching with a monocular telescope, or the ordinary crusaders who were on the front line and fighting desperately with the Arabs. The Crusaders felt that the other party and the pagans gave people a different feeling. Egil murmured to himself: "Are these bastards taking guns and medicine?" While waving his hand, two reinforcements from a thousand-man team rushed towards the city of Jerusalem...

The Arab soldiers who were so inspired were in a state of madness. As long as they had a breath, they would continue to fight. Seeing that the number of crusaders increased, some people fought desperately and fell from the top of the city with the crusaders. Some people tied up a large number of magic pots to charge towards the crusaders. Then they ignited the pots among a group of crusaders. They dragged their opponents together and became huge torches...

"Are these pagans crazy?!"

At several other city walls, the disciples of the Great Imam also entered the battlefield with various Islamic holy objects. These respected Imam held either the battle flags held by the Prophets of the Prophets of the Prophets of the Prophets of the time, or the battle robe he wore. Even his footprints, even a beard and a tooth, which were printed in bronze, were even a wisp of beard and a tooth - these things that were insignificant to ordinary people, once connected with the unparalleled Prophets of the Islamic world, they became supreme weapons that could inspire people and make them sacrifice their lives.

Unlike the first Crusader attack. This time, the Crusader's offensive was more fierce and more troops were invested. The siege machinery used was also more advanced - however, the results achieved were not as good as the first time.

Time continued to pass by little by little. When Egil finally learned the news and knew what the other party became so brave because of, he couldn't help but feel amused. In the eyes of this decadent tyrant who was deeply rooted in the bones - money, land, even glory, status. These are the best means to inspire people. And he is also an expert in managing these things - as for religion... Just look at Egil's piety (in the world), you can tell what a weird number of the tyrant's view of religion.

"I really didn't expect it..." Egil shook his head and smiled bitterly, turned around, looked at Alpha, the captain of the Death Knights beside him, and said: "I have heard that when the Greek army attacked Rome, the city was about to be broken. In the end, it was former Pope Innocent III, wearing the bright red robe of Christ's Passion, and led a group of priests to carry a large number of holy objects to the city to inspire morale. In the end, the situation turned into danger. I have never seen it, and I don't know what the scene was. But today I have seen these pagans... I have finally seen it."

"How can the pagan devil be compared with the great Christ? The courage obtained from the devil is nothing more than the mirror and the moon. If the Lord allows him, his subordinates will go to the battlefield, kill Saladin, and give his head to the Lord." Alpha licked his chapped lips, then knelt down on one knee, and said to Egil...

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