br>"I don't have any good ideas. The real good ideas are of course your master." At this moment, it was noon, and the sun shone straight on the head, making people feel dizzy. However, looking at Saladin's calm face, Zhao Haier felt chill all over. He knew that he had said the wrong thing, which made Saladin bored. In addition to the previous few defeats, Saladin probably had a murderous intention towards him. Naturally, he didn't dare to say another word.

"Waste." Saladin gritted his teeth and burst out these two words from the gap, making Zhao Haier's originally lowered head buried deeper.

Below the holy city of Jerusalem, five kilometers away from the suburbs, there were still constant shouts of killing. The small assault troops led by Alpha, captain of the Death Knights, charged several times in a row towards where Saladin was. However, Saladin naturally had to be loyal to guard and competently. The five hundred Casarje Guards were like Egil's Knight Guards, regardless of the rest, focused on protecting Saladin in the middle. Although these Casarje Guards were not as good as the Norman Knights in terms of equipment, and their training and tactics were a little outdated. However, they were much more of these knights in terms of quantity.

In addition, Alpha and his knights rushed to Saladin from the two armies, and their physical strength was greatly damaged, and their armor and weapons were also damaged to varying degrees. The wounds on their bodies also felt faintly painful. However, the Kasagi Guards did not move much, and the physical strength was not very exhausted. Therefore...

"What a damn! Bastard!"

Soon, Alpha and other knights were forced by hundreds of Kasaghi heavy cavalry, and they became increasingly far away from Saladin. Even though Alpha scolded and stabbed the sword, he could turn the people who were approaching him and killed by the Kasaghi heavy cavalry, he could not change the fact that there were fewer and fewer knight companions beside him. They were different from Alpha, although they had a strong body, had undergone rigorous training and were equipped with excellent weapons and armor. But in the final analysis, they were just mortals. It was like the difference between Zagu and Gundam.

That's about it.

At this moment, Saladin looked at Alpha who was fighting hard among the ten thousand horses. He couldn't help but blurted out: "There are such brave men among the pagans..."

"That man is the captain of the Knights Guard under the command of Emperor Egil. He is also the strongest of all the knights under the command of Emperor Egil. He has made many contributions as Emperor Norman fought south and north." At this moment, the traces of Hassan, the leader of Assassin, were revealed and no longer hiding his head and tail. But his body covered the upper half of his face and the lower half of his face. He could not be associated with openness and righteousness in any case. However, he is worthy of being the leader of the strongest assassin group in the entire Islamic world. He knows a lot of stories, and after looking at it, he recognizes Alpha's identity.

"It's a pity, why don't there be such a brave general under my command?" Saladin said this, subconsciously looking at Zhao Haier's position next to him. Zhao Haier was still lowering his head and pretending to be dead, which made Saladin even more angry.

"Send another 100-man team Kasaghi guards! Be sure to kill the knight named Alpha!" Saladin ordered this way - he is not the heroes in the troubled times of the East, and the contradiction between Islamic Muslims and continental Christians is also unreconciled. So despite appreciating Alpha's courage, he did not mean to recover it. Instead, a 100-man team Kasaghi was sent to kill him.

"It's really damn..." Seeing the increasing number of enemies around him, Alpha gritted his teeth and continued to hold on. However, the power of the move was not as strong as before. Not far away, it was only ten meters away from Saladin. However, this ten meters away was like a natural barrier and could not be crossed.

"Did you have to waste all your previous efforts?" Alpha thought so unwillingly. At this moment, as the commander-in-chief of this battle, he still didn't know that although the final result of his brainless charge was not ideal. However, from the overall strategic perspective, under the offensive surrounded by the Norman Cavalry on three sides, the Arabs had completely fallen into a disadvantage. Although, because the Norman army did not launch any tactics to expand these advantages after this, it was very simple to develop according to the current situation.

"Even if you retreat at this time, it is impossible... the troops of both sides have been stuck together. If they are not allowed, they will collapse on the whole line."

On the other side, Saladin, who is also the commander-in-chief of the battle, is much better than him. After climbing a higher dune and seeing the current situation, the King of Desert immediately made such a judgment. Now the Arab army is in a dilemma. Advance cannot win, retreat cannot retreat. If he holds on, he will have to be gradually killed by the other party. The final outcome is that the entire army will be wiped out...

"I deserve to be Emperor Norman, and I deserve to be an invincible figure in the legend." Saladin thought at this time that the battle was still commanded by Emperor Norman. But in fact it was not the case. If Egil was still on the battlefield at this moment, his ability would have already decided the victory or defeat. It is possible to capture Saladin alive...

However, at this moment, Egil was not on the battlefield. Instead, he was in the crusad camp. Seeing Sonia falling asleep after receiving treatment, frowning in her dreams, feeling very heartbroken.

"Don't worry, I'm here to watch. Come out and do your business. The monarchs in other countries are probably going to be anxious." Nightingale, who had been watching from the side, sighed slightly, and looked at Egil holding Sonia's hand tightly, feeling a little jealous.

"... Then I'll ask you." Egil turned his face and smiled a little apologetically at Nightingale, then let go of Sonia's hand, stood up, and kissed her forehead lightly. Then he covered Sonia's quilt and rubbed her eyes - and then he saw a wet towel handing him in front of him.

"Wipe your face a little bit." Nightingale said.

"Yeah." Egil wiped it randomly, then was snatched by Nightingale, and wiped the dust and stains on his face before letting go.

"Thank you..." Egil said.

"The emperor I know is not the one who will thank you." Nightingale not only did not feel grateful, but instead seemed a little blamed: "And... our relationship does not seem to be the kind that needs to say thank you to each other."

"……terribly sorry."

"Sorry, don't need it."

Egil hugged Nightingale tightly.

"……What's wrong?"

"I'm scared," Egil said, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

"Will you be afraid, too? Norman's greatest emperor?"

"Of course, as long as it is a human being, you will be afraid." Egil sighed softly: "Today, Sonia is almost dead. I just held her hand and thought several times what should I do if she really died? Kill Saladin? Kill all the Arabs? Kill the whole world? But even that would not solve any problem - she died, she would die. The dead will not be resurrected!" Egil said this, trembling, and tears burst out from his eyes: "I only realized how thin she was when I hugged Sonia, it was like she had no weight. However, she was protecting me with such a slender body. She was fighting hard with such a thin body! Before that, I was really rescued by her several times - I took it for granted and accepted her protection with peace of mind..."

Egil paused and then asked, "Am I very selfish?"

"...It's enough for you to think of these." Nightingale replied: "If you can think of these, you'll be better off by 99% of the scumbags in the world. Otherwise, why would you think we would hand ourselves over to you? Just because you are handsome?"

"Isn't it?" Egil smiled reluctantly. Then he hugged Nightingale's neck and kissed...

Then, the perfect, flawless Egil Scadragrimsson walked out of the camp. He looked fresh and natural, without any wavering—those things were not placed outside for these outsiders to see.

"Sorry, everyone, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Egil smiled and first apologized to the kings and dukes of the Crusaders - Basil II is still hangover, and it seems that he was tricked by Egil last night.

"Then your majesty, you can tell me what happened before?" The fox Philip, the fox, asked a little dissatisfiedly, who rushed over from the camp behind the coalition forces more than ten kilometers away.

"Of course... Saladin, the leader of the pagan devil, was betrayed and suddenly ordered a killer to assassinate me during negotiations between the two sides!" Egil added fire to the fire, and told the "truth" of the matter, which made the kings and dukes around him feel a little incredible - in just half a day, the legendary Damascus scimitar, and the Norman Emperor's sword of iron as mud, which made the continental kings fearless. And the Egil's personal bodyguard just now... This matter is no worse than the epic played by the bard.

"Then, Your Majesty Egil, what do you think we should do now?" Charles, the King of Burgundy next to Philip, continued.

"Of course... punishing the treacherous pagans will completely purify the filthy holy land of Jerusalem." In the midday sun, Egil's smile was extremely bright. (To be continued.
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