Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

But for the Jafar family, the overall strategic situation is not as important as saving their lives.

Fortunately, this fleet mainly consists of the Aragonese Navy and the Venetian Navy. The combat concept is still in the late Middle Ages. Compared with the fleet carefully built by Ma Youfu, the number of artillery is seriously insufficient. It is also equipped with ballistas and trebuchets, etc. Long-range weapons that have been used all the time.

Such a long-range attack, of course, cannot play tricks like the "superior firepower theory" like Ma Youfu did when he attacked Ceuta.

It's just that after the small boats as many as ants carrying the Crusaders landed, the defenseless Jazhail still couldn't escape the fate of falling.

Usman packed up his belongings and searched for valuables, while Jafar called his mother, three younger sisters and two younger brothers, and the family fled the coast in panic.

Before running far, a stone bomb weighing more than [-] pounds crashed down, smashing the proud new home of the Jafar family into pieces.

Several of Jafar's younger brothers and sisters burst into tears, and her mother asked with a distressed expression, "Where are we going to flee?"

Usman was silent for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I know a place! To the west, we go into the mountains, and there is a cave by the sea, where I used to hide stolen goods, and now I just use it to avoid this war."

Once again, Jafar's father's pirate past comes into play.The family quickly shuttled through the constantly bombed city, and soon left the city and entered the mountains to the west.

After walking along the rugged seaside for most of the night, the family finally found the cave that Jafar's father had mentioned.There are still some living supplies left in it. If fishing and hunting are added, it will not be a problem to survive for a few days.

After settling down, Jafar couldn't help but climbed to a high place, looked at the situation in Jazair City, and found that at least hundreds of Crusader boats had landed.Europeans in armor lined up in a dense formation, shouting fanatical slogans, and using crude siege equipment to attack the city wall of Jazair.

"I hope the defenders can hold on longer until Prince Ottoman's reinforcements come in." Jafar thought to himself.

But at dawn the next day, his wish came true.

After Jafar had breakfast, he climbed up to a high place to observe the battle situation, and found that thick smoke was billowing everywhere in the city of Jazair, even the most luxurious Governor's Palace was not spared.The crescent moon sign on the roof of the Mulholland School where Jafar went to school was being caught by ropes, and then it was pulled off with a loud cry.

In addition, there were cries of women and children from time to time, which spread to Jafar's ears along the wind.

"Those bastards of the Seven Saints!" Jafar clenched his fists and cursed.

In the next few days, Jafar would climb to a high place from time to time to observe the situation in the city of Jazair.In the first one or two days, thick smoke billowed everywhere in the city, the sounds of fighting kept coming and going, and the piercing screams could be heard far away, which made the young Jafar get goosebumps.

Then, the city gradually returned to calm.However, this kind of calm does not make people happy at all, but instead gives people a sense of desolation that death is permeating.Sometimes when Jafar was picking up shellfish at the beach, he accidentally approached the city, and he would smell the faint smell of blood and corpses brought by the sea breeze.

"Father, those infidels are committing massacres in the city!" Jafar couldn't help saying as the family sat around the fire at dinner.

Usman raised his eyelids slightly and said, "So what? We can't do anything. It is enough to save our lives in this war."

"Father, I can't watch my neighbors, friends, classmates, and teachers being killed by infidels one by one, and remain indifferent!" Jafar said.However, he looked at his younger brothers and sisters around him, as well as his mother with worried eyes, and suppressed the urge in his heart to return to Jazhail immediately.

He said: "When the Ottoman army comes to retake Jazair, I will go to the Ottoman prince and serve under his command!"

"No, I'm not allowed." Usman shook his head decisively.

"Why, father? Isn't it what a devout Mulhollan believer should do to defend our faith and kill all those demonic Seven Saints? Isn't this the greatest expectation of the true god Ankabal for us mortals? ?"

Usman shook his head and said, "Idiot! War never divides justice and evil based on which gods you believe in! Mulholranism is good, and the Seven Sages are bad-there is no such simple truth. Your father and I also did a lot in Sicily back then. Murder, arson, robbery, rape of women, capture of men as slaves... the Emil masters to fight Enemy country, pay us to do these things. Hey, your father and I have not only done many such things, but also very good at doing such things..."

Usman's expression changed several times, sometimes ferocious, sometimes painful, sometimes proud, sometimes struggling.

When he saw that the family members around him were frightened into silence, he returned to normal. He grabbed Jafar by the collar and said earnestly: "Listen, son. No matter what kind of war it is, it will only destroy all good things. Things that make people lose their minds and degenerate into cruel bloodthirsty devils. Only by staying away from all wars can you receive the blessing of the true God Ankabal and enjoy eternal peace. This is why I send you to school instead of the army. Remember Live this!"

Usman is just a pirate who has washed his hands in a golden basin, and his understanding of war is inevitably biased.However, what he said still shocked the immature Jafar, his heart was in a mess, and he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​joining the army.

After the Jafar family hid in the cave for five days, the crusaders suddenly withdrew.

Chapter 450 Four Raccoons of the Same Bird

The huge fleet that was originally docked at sea suddenly disappeared without a trace.After the crusaders who were wantonly burning, killing and looting everywhere were gone, the dilapidated Jazhail regained its tranquility.

Occasionally, survivors with dull expressions came out, wandering aimlessly under the collapsed city walls, like walking dead.

In the morning, Usman, Jafar and his son went to the mountain to check whether the traps were harvested.

After discovering that the Crusader fleet outside the port was gone, Jafar said excitedly: "Father, those crusader demons have escaped! They must have been scared away when they heard that our army was about to arrive. Let's go back to the city Let’s repair it in time, maybe our house can still live in.”

Usman is much calmer than his son.

He shook his head and said, "No, it's not the time to go back to the city yet. First, there are too many dead bodies in the city, and there is a high possibility of a plague outbreak. Second,...Jazair's affairs are not over yet. In this chaotic time, The army of either side is the enemy of us civilians. The farther you are from anyone with arms, the safer you are."

Jafar felt his father was being overly cautious.

But the conversation that night gave him a new understanding of his father, and he did not dare to resist his authority for the time being.

The father and son came to the trap without saying a word and found that they had caught a hare.This pleased Jafar for a while.

Afterwards, the two returned along the long road.

Not far away, Jafar and Usman suddenly heard the drumming of horseshoes coming from the foot of the mountain.

Usman immediately dragged Jafar to lie behind a bush and carefully observed the situation.

After a while, a capable cavalry unit came galloping from the main road in the west.The heavy cavalry in front were all equipped with iron helmets and armor, and even the horses were protected by armor. In addition to spears, scimitars and shields, each cavalry had a recurve bow hanging on the saddle.

In addition to these well-equipped heavy cavalry, there are also many second-level light cavalry accompanying them, which seem to be used for chores of scouting and harassment, with a total number of thousands.

"They are Sipasi cavalry, the elite of the Ottomans." The well-informed Usman whispered.

"Since we are brothers who believe in the true God of Muhlan, why should we hide?" Jafar was puzzled, "We should inform them of what happened to Jazhail City in the past few days as soon as possible, and let Prince Ottoman lead the army to the cross. Revenge!"

These days, Jafar has been extremely depressed, seeing Europeans ravaging his hometown where he grew up every day.At this time, seeing the "own" army, I became excited immediately, forgetting my father's instructions.

He stood up abruptly, wanting to greet the Sipasi cavalry down the mountain, but before he could make a sound, Usman held him down.

While the father and son were grabbing, Jafar slipped and kicked a piece of gravel to the bottom of the cliff.

The well-trained Sipasi cavalry immediately noticed the movement on the hill, and immediately shouted: "Who is there, come out!"

"These goat-fucking bastards!" Usman cursed in a low voice, held his son down, and whispered: "Hide here, no matter what happens, don't be found out. If anything happens to me, just It's up to you to take care of your mother and younger siblings."

After finishing speaking, Usman shouted "I'm just a poor man fleeing, don't hurt me", and stood up so that the cavalry under the hill could see him.

"Come down, Venerable Cihangir Pasha has a question for you!" shouted a sipasi cavalryman.

Usman obediently followed suit.

He jogged to the main road and bowed to the man surrounded by many Sipasi cavalrymen with a golden and jeweled scimitar hanging on his waist: "May the true God bless you, venerable Jihangir Pasha."

The haughty bearded man nodded slightly and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Usman, a humble businessman with a small business in the city of Jazhail."

"Since you are a resident of Jazhail, let me ask you, how many crusaders attacked the city, how many ships, how long did they stay in the city, and when did they escape?" Jihangir Pasha asked.

Usman honestly told these Ottomans what he knew.

After listening to Usman's narration, a fierce light flashed in Jihangir Pasha's eyes, and he said, "The Crusaders came across the sea and captured such an important city as Jazhail, how could it be possible to burn, kill and loot for a few days , just quietly withdrew? There must be an ambush in the city, and those cunning Europeans want to lure us into the city and carry out a sneak attack!"

Jihangir Pasha pointed at Usman and said, "How dare you report false information, are you trying to deliberately lure us into the city? You must be a traitor who has defected to the Crusaders!"

"Lord Pasha, you misunderstood..." Usman was about to explain, when he suddenly felt a golden light flash in front of his eyes, which made him roll back like a conditioned reflex.

Jihangir Pasha, who pulled out his scimitar, said with a half-smile: "Hmph, your movements are as agile as an Anatolian lynx. You are obviously trained in combat. How could you be an ordinary businessman! Come on!" ,catch him!"

Usman didn't expect that the skills he developed when he was a pirate would actually become the reason for his suspicion today.He turned to run, but was shot down by two swishing arrows.

Jihangir Pasha rode his horse and came to Usman, looked at the man lying on the ground, moaning in pain, and drew out his scimitar: "There must be many traitors in Jazhail, let's kill you first to warm up. "

He raised his favorite knife, but he didn't notice Usman's eyes. He was staring at an inconspicuous bush on the hill at this time, and then slowly shook his head.

Raising the knife in his hand, a sharp wind blade flew out screaming, causing Usman's head to fall to the ground instantly.

The Sipasi cavalry immediately cheered for the bravery of the leader.Jihangir Pasha triumphantly sheathed the scimitar.He didn't know that on the hill at this time, there was a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at him.

At this moment, the adjutant ran up to Jihangir Pasha and asked, "My lord, what should we do next? Are we still going into the city?"

"Why don't you go in?"

"Didn't you say that there is still an ambush of the Crusaders in the city?"

"Idiot!" Jihangir Pasha scolded, and said, "Do you think our navy is a display? The news of the Crusaders' retreat from the sea was detected by the navy last night and sent to His Royal Highness. In the case of the navy and supplies, if the Crusaders are trapped in Jazhail, the only way to go to Hell! The reason I said those words just now is because Jazhail must have spies from the Seven Holy Church! If it is not because of the spies With the help of the Crusaders, can the Crusaders take Jazair?"

The adjutant understood somewhat.

This time, Jazair, one of the largest cities in the Tunisian Sultanate, was easily captured by the Crusaders and burned, killed and looted for several days. Ottoman Prince Mohammed must bear some responsibility.If he hadn't mobilized more than half of the defenders in the cities along the way, including Jazair, during the march, the Crusaders would not have succeeded so easily.

Now, the crusaders who had plundered and plundered left, leaving a city riddled with holes and full of casualties. Naturally, someone must take the blame.

Prince Muhammad wants to maintain his image and authority, so he must shirk responsibility for the failure.He thought of a way, which was to blame the "insider traitor" in Jazhail.

It's not that I, Muhammad, is incompetent, but that there are traitors in the city!

It's no wonder that the Tunisian Sultan's rule is not strict, and he can't even fully control the second largest city in the country.

The most important task of Jihangir Pasha, the vanguard sent by Muhammad, was to create a group of "crusade spies" out of nothing.

"After entering the city, search for the 'Crusader spies' immediately, and move quickly!" Jihangir Pasha ordered with a serious expression on his face, "Afterwards, the corpses must be set on fire quickly to avoid causing a plague. This is related to everyone's lives things, don't let up."

It is said to be "search and arrest", but it is actually a re-enactment of the traditional art of the Crusaders, and another burning, killing and looting.Anyway, so many people have died in this city, it won't hurt to kill a few thousand more.The more people die, the more the "crusader spies" can be thrown out.When the time comes, who will find out about this bad debt?

Even those spellcasters who are proficient in divination spells will be too disturbed to cast spells in the face of the resentment gathered by the massacre of many dead and the huge death energy that lingers in the city.

Moreover, His Royal Highness's blame was wiped out, and the Xipasi cavalry who did the dirty work could also take the opportunity to make a lot of money.

With the rapid rise of the Sultan's Janissaries composed of pagans, the Sipasi cavalry, which was originally the mainstay of the Ottoman military, is slowly declining.With the corruption of the feudal system, the Sipasi cavalry whose income has dropped sharply are also losing their sense of honor as warriors.

In the eyes of the Sipasi cavalry represented by Jihangir Pasha, this jihad expedition was just a good opportunity to make a fortune.

What does the life and death of the Berbers and Arabs have to do with them, the Ottomans?

Accompanied by Jihangir Pasha's scimitar, the wolf-like Sipasi cavalry rushed into the city of Jazhail.

This ravaged city has yet to recover from its trauma, and it has once again ushered in a nightmare.

Three days later, Jazhail, whose blood was about to flow clean, finally regained his tranquility amidst the smell of burnt corpses.However, the entire Tunisian Sultanate was ignited by this tragedy and completely boiled.

According to Prince Osman's report, the second largest city in Tunisia, which originally had a population of 6, now has only [-] residents left after the cruel devastation of the Crusaders.

Aside from the fleeing population, the number of civilians who fell under the knives of the Crusaders exceeded [-].

The entire Mulholland world was outraged.In the city of Tunisia, the monarchs who had been fighting each other all day finally reached a consensus: put aside all contradictions and disputes for the time being, and drive the European invaders out of the Maghreb as the top priority.

Subsequently, the Mamluk general Mustain led an army of [-] to march westward, preparing to join forces with Prince Mohammed, and then recover Tlemcen and Morocco.

Chapter 450 Where is the next target?

Sardinia, Cagliari.

Compared with the city of Jazaire, which was plundered and massacred twice in a row, and which was in the midst of a terrible storm, the city of Cagliari at this time fell into a sea of ​​carnival.

The returned crusaders squandered the wealth they had plundered from the heretics, and all the merchants in the city made a fortune.Even the waiter in the tavern, if he was lucky, could get a bloody dinar from the crusader guests who drank to their heart's content.

Ordinary crusaders were celebrating the "brilliant victory" in the Maghreb, but the leaders of the German, Italian, and Afghan crusaders were intensively preparing for the next stage of action.

Except for the part distributed to ordinary soldiers, the loot looted from the city of Jazhail needs to be resold, and then transported back to the treasury of the monarchs, and some will be sent to Italian banks as war dividends .In addition, after an expedition, it is necessary to replenish ordnance supplies and store food for the next stage of military operations.

To this end, King Alfonso V of Aragon, Emperor Sigismund of Shinra, several Italian dukes, and Venetian Admiral Marco Antonio Foscari met every day. Hold a meeting to discuss all kinds of tedious but important things.