Eagle Byzantium

When everyone was accusing the "Five-person Secret Room Agreement", Bohemond was still there and scolding everyone wildly. The current situation is that except for these five people, no one else is willing to abide by this so-called agreement, even if there is no Neither party clearly stated the specific content of these agreements: five people were unwilling to say it, while the others did not know the details and did not dare to say it rashly. Instead, they resorted to verbal abuse and quarrels.

Some people even shouted that they wanted to hang scum like Gawain and Bohemond. Gawain's eyes looked in the direction of the sound, and he knew vaguely that the guy who had accused him before was from The knight of Île-de-France is a subordinate of the noble Hugh.

It's time to end all this and kill the noisy clown, Gawain thought fiercely in his heart.

When the clergymen such as Admar, Peter and Oxhilt were still shouting "put aside the dispute", Gawain strode to the center of the crowd, and then raised the letter, "How many of you know, Is there a powerful pagan enemy force approaching from the direction of Damascus?”

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall suddenly became quiet. Bohemond stared and blew his beard, pushed away a Meuse knight who grabbed his collar, and dusted off the dust with his hands.

"There are as many as 50,000 people." Gawain added, "The news is absolutely true. It came from an Orthodox believer who risked his life to raise food for the pagan army in that city. The Prince of Damascus Ducaq, who has commanded so many troops, will arrive in the south of Antioch in about three days. I need manpower to resist this army."

The hall was as quiet as death. Gawain repeated the following sentence two or three times, but still no one responded. Then the Grand Duke glanced at Xio like an eagle, "I entrust this task to Your Majesty Capet."

Xio immediately seemed to be burned by flames and shrank into the crowd. In a very weak voice, he protested that "most of the knights in Ile-de-France have been without food for several days."

"Didn't our army endure the suffering of hunger before?" Gawain was furious. He took the commanding heights and launched a violent verbal attack on Xio. The whole hall burst into boos. Gawain waved his hand and said, "Who will boo anymore?" , come out and accept this glorious mission, and stake your reputation as a Christian warrior. Have you, have you?" Gawain took a step forward, and the crowd on the other side took a few steps back like an ebb, and turned to the other side. in this way.

Finally, Gawain sneered twice, turned around and walked back, throwing the letter on the table.

Raymond laughed, seemingly out of contempt for everyone, and at this moment Robert of Flanders came out to smooth things over, "In fact, His Highness the Grand Duke has just expressed his willingness to share part of the food in the port with everyone. Son - but there is one concern, and that is the Pisa people in the city. He is afraid that if merchants and ships from other Italian city-states enter the city with goods, they will offend the Pisa people. "

As a result, as soon as Robert finished speaking, Gawain pretended to wave his hands fiercely, saying, "I have nothing to fear from the Pisa people." Then Molito Rosso, the Venetian consul, looked at the crowd and sighed twice, He lowered his head. Sure enough, everyone then turned their attention to Bohemond, who was recognized as "the most afraid of the Pisa people". Bohemond's face was full of pain, he covered his eyes with his hands, sat down slowly, sighed, and stopped talking. .

"The traitorous Pisa people deceived us of all the money we had gained through hard work and bloody battles." Immediately, some knights roared like this, and some cried and shouted, "It's not that I don't want to wear armor and ride into battle. , went to fight the Turks in Damascus, but my armor, my horse and even my ancestral sword were given to the Pisa people in exchange for a few pieces of cheese!"

"More civilians are starving to death, and some are already eating people." More and more people made angry accusations, targeting Moniqueni. They moved with a bang, and knelt down in front of Ademar's knees. The miserable tone begged, "Isn't all this strictly prohibited by the previous Council of Cardinals? The Pisa man makes money from the dark hearts of Christians. Since he has sold his soul to the evil god Mammon, what else does he need this body for?" "

Ademar, who was surrounded by people, had cold hands and was shaking. He knew that the emotions of these red-eyed Christians had been aroused: they wanted to claim back the money earned by the Pisa people, but they also wanted Moniqueni to die. The naked thoughts in it can be seen at a glance.

"Believers cannot kill believers." Ademar continued to cross himself, still admonishing at first. But the Christians around him didn't pay attention at all. Soon there were hundreds of people, whether they were knights or anyone else, tapping their hands and heads on the floor under his feet. Some even cried out, and the dense and terrifying sounds became more and more violent. , slowly completely drowning out the rational appeals of the priesthood. In the end, Ademar closed his eyes in pain, said nothing more, and could only lean on the wall in silence, letting this rhythmic and devilish sound The sound made the hall tremble...

At this moment, Bohemond, who was stroking his red beard, winked at the sitting Gawain, full of pride.

"We will join forces and say that as long as we recognize the previous secret room agreement, we will not only bring in the food from the port for everyone to share, but also help everyone to get back the gold and silver that were previously taken away by the Pisans..." Bohemond said in a cold tone to several servants around him who were busy bowing and accepting orders, "Remember to just say it, don't be stupid enough to write it down on paper and distribute it."

In the cold and desolate arena area, many people, some Christians, some Crescent Moon believers, were scattered in the houses and streets. There was no smoke and no life. Everyone sat like zombies. The women's breasts were shriveled, but the children in their arms who could not drink milk did not even have the strength to cry. They were left with sobs and whimpers like dying little animals. Some people were blind, and some were dead. Their relatives did not even have the motivation to bury them, but they did not want the bodies of the dead to be stolen and made into jerky, so they sat around and raised their hands from time to time to drive away flies.

On the road leading to the West Castle, the "fortress" of the Pisans stood there. The mercenaries with red faces wearing chain mail and holding bluffing halberds or iron rods stood there. The mud and drainage ditch in front were full of hungry people who were only half-breathed. There was also a small market next to it for selling food. Two ragged ladies, without their maids, were stumbling towards it.

"It's all sold, my dear lady." The Saracen hawker in a silk robe at the market said to the desperate lady. (To be continued ~^~)