With the help of a large number of transport vehicles and livestock, the transportation of large mechanical weapons was completed very smoothly. A total of more than 1,000 weapons of various types, as well as fifty artillery, were transported to the front line. In the hands of skilled engineers, these machinery that were restored to standard parts were quickly assembled. Then, under the cover of more than 20,000 Norman soldiers on the front line and more than 10,000 Norman temporary recruits, they were arranged into several bombing positions facing the Jihad.

Before this, the Vadatari Archer Legion, Seljuk Archer Legion, and the Emperor's Hussar Legion and the First Hussar Legion were all in place. A total of four light cavalry units, and the joining of more than 20,000 elite light cavalrymen increased the strength of the front-line Crusaders a lot. In terms of number, it was no weaker than the running back troops blocking the road.

However, due to location, Lucivid, the Duke of Hesse, who was deployed on the front line, was a little frowning. He found Egil before the war began and expressed his concerns.

"Although I don't have any good feelings for Albert. But I have to admit that after his death, the entire Holy Roman Empire will fall into chaos again. What's worse, because he died very suddenly, there is no designated heir. The current princes in Austria are too young. Whether he can save his own territory is still a matter of two reasons... and Bohemia will definitely ** again. Although now, the German princes have failed to take action because of mutual restraint and return to the country to compete for the throne. But I am sure that after the end of this jihad, no matter what the result is, the still-surviving German princes will inevitably kill bloodily after returning to the country."

"It's good that you can share this information with me." Egil nodded and asked, "But what does this mean? Or, what do you want to get? Or what do you want me to help you?"

"No, no, no, I have no indecent thoughts about the authority of the Holy Roman Empire." After hearing what Egil said, Lucivid immediately shook his head and waved his hand to deny it: "I think it seems that it is so good now. I don't have much ambitions. As long as I can maintain the dominance of Hessen. As for expanding territory, it should be left to other more aspiring people to do it."

"So what?" Egil asked.

"I hope to maintain a relatively easy job in the subsequent combat missions so as to retain more strength to deal with the chaos in Germany next." Lucivid said.

"It's normal." Egil nodded and said, "It's a normal thing. I can promise you."

However, before Lucivid could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Egil continue to ask: "But, Duke, can you answer my question? Now that the Holy Roman Emperor has passed away and the candidate for the new emperor is not determined, what do you think is the future of the Holy Roman Empire? Or, who do you think will win and become the ruler of the empire in the end?"

"... Although I cannot be sure who wins in the end. But I can be sure of one thing. That is, no matter who the new emperor is, he must have your consent and support. The future and destiny of the entire Holy Roman Empire are actually manipulated in your hands." After Lucivid said this, he gritted his teeth and knelt in front of Egil: "If you are willing to enter the Holy Roman Empire, I am willing to be your most loyal servant. I will serve you with all the time in my life. Respect you as the monarch."

"..." Egil pondered for a long time. Finally, he sighed indifferently, thinking in his heart: "What a pity." Then he stretched out his hand and helped Lucivid up, and then said: "You are commendable, but now is not the time to talk about such things."

"I understand." After hearing Egil's words, Lucivid knew that the emperor had already thought about it. Anyway, his head was big enough, and he didn't feel so heavy with three crowns. And his purpose of retaining his strength had been achieved, so he left happily.

Seeing Lucivid leave, Egil is worried about gains and losses in his tent--at this moment, there are no leaders in the Holy Roman Empire, and his control over North Germany. Just spend some thought and get a crown for himself is a matter of being able to win--a pity, there is not enough time.

Saladin is not an enemy of flesh. After fighting with him, he would not have been able to leave so much time to integrate the Holy Roman Empire - because Egil had another even more terrifying enemy, that is, the Mongolian Expedition Army could come at any time. He could not have been able to fight for the Shrine Crown in Central Europe, and the animals had already crossed the Ural Mountains and headed towards Eastern Europe.

In Egil's heart, these Mongolian conquerors are their biggest enemies. And those like Dongluo Shenlu can only be second-rate. There will be opportunities to conquer the Holy Roman Empire. Even when you grow enough, you can swallow your character without reason. However, if you resist the Mongols, you will be a little careless. If you don't do it well, you will fall back to your original state and you will be defeated. You can only go back to Scandinavia to survive--the bolder the official, the smaller the official. To this day, Egil has lost the courage of the past. "If you don't work hard and work for ten years, you will die with you!" Such thoughts have long been thrown into the orbit of Neptune.

That's it. Egil calculated that he wanted the crown of the Holy Roman Empire. In addition to the opposition of the princes in the Holy Roman Empire, France would never allow himself to gain such a large territory and authority. And his ally Burgundy would not be disgusted with his uncontrollable greed. The city-states in northern Italy would be even more afraid of his dictatorship like himself. Not to mention the Roman Catholic priests who disliked him to the extreme.

If one cannot control it well, the rest of the European countries will form an alliance to confront themselves. Then the Mongolian army will come again...

"Forget it, I don't want these things anymore." Egil rubbed his temples, which were swollen. The sun at noon was really a bit vicious, and even in the camp, it felt inappropriate. If it were in the Grand Palace of Krakow, Egil would probably have to ask people to raise the ice in the cellar, pile up the room, and then ask dozens of maids to fan him. However, there was no such condition at this moment, so I could only endure it.

"What time is it?" Egil turned around and looked at the little nun Maria, who was also a little drowsy because of the heat, and asked.

"Well... twelve o'clock... 10..." Maria took out the pocket watch that Egil asked her to keep, and after saying such words, she lay on the bed again without wanting to move.

"It's time." After hearing this time, Egil sighed lightly, then patted Maria's little face, and took the pocket watch back. Immediately afterwards, he heard a violent roar like a mountain collapse outside the camp. Immediately afterwards, the roar came one after another. It was as if the end of the world had come. Even if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I still felt the ground shaking.

"What, what's going on?" At this moment, Maria couldn't sleep anymore. She jumped up all of a sudden, and didn't care about the heat, so she rushed into Egil's arms. Her little face turned pale.

"Safe, it's okay." Egil took the opportunity to take advantage of the situation and comforted the young nun like this: "This is our artillery troops launching an attack. It's no big deal. Haven't you heard it when you were on the boat? It's safe. It's okay."

"Is it...is it true?" After hearing Egil say this, Maria's mood gradually stabilized. Egil calmed down a few more words, and then kissed her fiercely. Then she put on her pocket watch and walked out.

"Master, the firepower suppression of the offensive has begun. It looks quite effective." The person guarding outside the door completely ignored the truth that "those who wear black in the desert are stupid" and still wearing a black coat and black armor said this.

"It seems that's true." Egil nodded and said yes. At this moment, in Egil's ear, in addition to the deafening sound of shelling, a little scream could be heard. It must have been made by the pagans who had been shelled.

At the same time, on the sand dune that Zhao Haier insisted on, this general, who has always been known for his calmness, has become a little crazy now.

"What is this?! Can anyone tell me what this is?!"

Just after witnessing such a terrifying incident as a fully armed and heavily scaled guard infantry was shot to death by a shell, the general's mental state seemed to have become a little abnormal.

However, no one wanted to answer his question at this moment. The soldiers' original courage and piety to Allah all turned into scum in front of the gunpowder weapons that crossed the ages. Just one round of artillery - a total of fifty cannons and one round of artillery fire made Zhao Haier's 50,000 troops run into chaos and were in a mess!

"Well done----Now, use other mechanical weapons to attack the enemy. Then bring water over and cool the barrel." Seeing this round of artillery attacks the enemy hundreds of meters away, General Bamamei ordered. At the same time, several musketeer guards around her took out their horns and conveyed orders to the bombing positions in several other places.

The suffering of Zhaohaier's jihad army has just begun now.
Chapter completed!