In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

On the No. 1 Battery.

Enrique was holding a rice bowl, standing in a long line under the scolding of the cook holding a spoon.

The aroma of beef stewed with potatoes and tomatoes wafted out from the iron pot, and there were piles of sausages and bread beside it. The cook kept stirring the iron pot with a spoon, exuding a rich aroma.

After he finished his meal, he saw a fierce-looking quartermaster next to the cook handing out a handful of loose cigarettes: "Here, everyone has a share!"

Enrique hurriedly took the bread in his mouth and freed his hand to pick it up. This kind of cigarette is a good thing. Even if he doesn't smoke it, it is hard currency in the army. He can exchange it for many good things from his colleagues. Barry's big pocket watch, I got it in exchange for cigarettes.

He found an empty ammunition box in the dug bunker and sat down to eat. At the right time, an unknown soldier wearing a very rare cross robe sat down next to him. He was also holding a rice bowl with a smile on his face. Come with a kind smile.

"Where are you from, and why have I never seen you look like this?"

"Kurdish, I'm from Egypt."

Derem smiled and said, "Just call me Derem."

"Egypt? Isn't that the British territory?"

Thinking like this, Enrique didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he introduced his name, stretched out his hand to shake hands with the weirdo named Derem, and found that this guy's hands were surprisingly strong: "Look at what you are wearing." Dress up, are you a military doctor?"

In Texas, only doctors and monks wore crosses.

Derem nodded slightly: "Yes, I studied under Bishop Urdin. He is a master with very good medical skills. He once cured the leprosy of the King of Jerusalem. I studied with him for several months."

Enrique didn't know where Jerusalem was, but every soldier was in awe of military doctors, so he quickly took out the cigarette he had just received and handed it over.

"Haha, I don't smoke this thing."

After spending some time with the Texans, Derem is not like a country bumpkin who doesn't understand anything.

He volunteered to come to the most dangerous place, No. 1 Fort. These knights from the Middle Ages, in this era, seemed to have little room to perform except for some manual labor.

"Are you an ordinary person?"

Enrique felt a little baffled by this question. He touched the top of his head and found no supernatural events such as ears suddenly growing.

"Yes, aren't you?"

Derem smiled bitterly and said, "Of course."

These days, he has experienced the fragility of mortals. After acquiring the combat skills of the Order Knight, he thought he was a master of swordsmanship, equestrianism, and archery, but he never expected to be completely hung up and beaten during training with the Texans. .

It can be said that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world.

"Enrique, why did you join the army?"

"The robbers want to rob us of our wealth, cattle, sheep, pastures, and manors. Shouldn't we stand up and resist? The adults of the wolf clan have fulfilled enough obligations. I don't think we should sit idly by."

He actually wanted to join the army to patrol the border with those majestic cowboys, or to fight those despicable invaders-whether they were British or Mexicans.

It's a pity that he is not qualified yet.

Even in Texas, humans and wolves have become equal, but the inherent differences between the two still have far-reaching effects. For example, local administrative officers and town mayors are often mortals. Sheriffs, etc. Almost all ranger captains are wolves.

He once asked a Yankee immigrant from the north: "Why are you British guys so rich, and you always want to rob us of our worthless cattle, sheep, pastures, and cotton?"

"Hey man, don't call me a Brit, I'm actually a Gael from the north of the British Isles."

He first denied his identity, and then replied: "As far as the British Island is concerned, we Gaels are the real masters of the island. It's just that pirates frequently invaded the British Island, including the Angles, Saxons, Vikings, and Norse." The Man people are all rooted here, and Britain is a country formed by this group of pirates. It is their nature to rob other countries. If you think that the British are rich, they will not rob others. Don't you ignore their wealth? Built on constant looting?"

Enrique relayed this conversation to Derem, who was convinced. As a Kurd, he didn’t know anything about the Vikings or the Norman Conquest, but the Norman pirates entrenched in Sicily were notorious. Obviously, there are no residents living on the Mediterranean coast who are not afraid of these villains.

"What about you, what are you fighting for?"

Derem thought for a while and replied: "For His Majesty the King, for glory, and for salvation."

Another bunch of words that I didn’t understand.

"I didn't go to school, but Mr. Surgeon, there is no king in Texas."

Derem smiled and did not give an answer. Traveling through time and space is beyond imagination for people in any world. It would take a lot of time to explain it clearly.

Enrique greedily used the last piece of bread crumbs to fill up the soup in the basin, stuffed it into his mouth, and then patted his intestines leisurely: "This is the best meal we have had in these days. It is said that it is A commander of the reconnaissance company wiped out a group of cattle thieves, and several unlucky longhorns died during the battle, which led to such a meal. "

Derem nodded. New Basilicata has implemented a food rationing system for a long time, which made him deeply feel the biggest difference between this country and their newly established Crusader country. The administrative structure here is a powerful one. And powerful ones can completely dominate the entire country.

A black mouse suddenly jumped out from the corner. Derem raised his hand and threw a stone. With a squeak, the mouse was killed.

"sharp!"

Enrique was amazed: "On the fort, the most annoying thing is these rats. Our commander even sent a report a few days ago, asking for some cats to be sent over."

Derem smiled and said, "I learned it when I was herding sheep."

Suddenly, a violent and piercing scream sounded.

The commander of the fort, a corner commander, immediately raised his voice and shouted: "Avoid, be careful to avoid, the enemy's artillery fire is coming!"

But soon, his voice was drowned in the deafening roar, gravel flew above his head, the mountain trembled, and he felt that the whole world had turned into a box that kept shaking in the hands of a naughty boy.

I don't know how long it took before the violent shaking and roaring stopped.

Enrique saw that Corner's mouth kept opening and closing, but he couldn't hear anything anymore. He turned to the "Military Doctor" wearing a cross robe opposite: "I'm deaf, Mr. Military Doctor, please help me!"

Derem picked his ears and signaled that he couldn't hear anything, so he wanted to stick out of the cannon-proof hole to observe the enemy's situation. However, he was pulled back by Jiaotou and ordered to stay where he was.

After a while, they barely regained their hearing.

"Don't panic. The enemy's shelling cannot collapse our forts, nor can it hurt us hiding in the shell-proof caves. When the shelling comes, everyone remember to wear your helmets and open your mouths. You can lie down on the ground, but never put your chest and abdomen on the ground!”

Jiaotou kept repeating, and the accompanying officers loudly scolded the panicked and frightened recruits, ordering them to put on their helmets immediately.

Derem and Enrique hurriedly put on their helmets. For a medieval person, such a bombardment was too terrifying. Even in their time, if a hundred or a thousand giant trebuchets opened fire at the same time, it would probably be too much. That's it, right?

The walls of Wolfsburg.

Lothar felt the vibrations coming from the mountain and the smoke rising into the sky from the No. 1 fort, and frowned deeply. Could Fulin really be able to withstand such a terrible bombardment just by creating some magic formations?

If the Middle Ages were the era of cavalry, then today is the era of cannons and giant ships. Human power has been greatly improved. Gunpowder weapons made of white crystal can completely destroy mountains and crack earth.

Even the wolves with extraordinary power felt their hearts tremble when they saw this scene.

Giuliano murmured to himself: "Aren't they afraid of detonating the white crystal veins underground and blowing everyone up to the sky?"

Lothar pointedly said: "Obviously not. They know the location of the mineral veins better than we thought, and their understanding of this terrible mineral is much deeper than ours. The British use white crystal in large quantities, and there are already less than half of them. Century."

There is a traitor in the wolf clan, and his status is obviously not low, otherwise he would not know the inside story of the white crystal mine that was previously top secret within the wolf clan.

Giuliano was still unable to determine who the traitor was, and no conclusive evidence could be found for the suspected targets, so he could only imprison them all, planning to use magic means to investigate them when Flynn was free.

Baron Charlie looked at the successive explosions in the distance with some astonishment: "Sir, will this kind of weapon appear in our world in the future?"

"Maybe."

Lothar was noncommittal about this. The rules of the medieval world restricted gunpowder weapons. If properly prepared, gunpowder that should have greater power could only exert a small amount of firepower, creating the effect of fireworks.

But it’s hard to say whether the rules of the world are set in stone.

Baron Charlie, who was already quite complacent, could not help but wake up in his heart. They had indeed defeated their great enemy Saladin and were about to swallow up the entire Egypt and even the Fertile Crescent.

But the world is not static. If such a terrible enemy invades in the future, how should they deal with it?

The enemy soon began the second round of bombardment. Compared with the first time, the accuracy this time was obviously better. Dozens of large-caliber heavy artillery, including the terrifying siege cannon, poured their firepower into the No. 1 fort. superior.

If this continues, even if a single artillery shell cannot hit the defenders' heads, the shock wave generated by the shelling alone will be able to kill the defenders in the heart of the mountain, right?