Chapter 951 - 174: City Engulfed in Flames
"Rescue!"
"Quick, someone come, where’s the doctor?"
A dozen bloody scouts rushed into the camp with the wounded on a cart.
A Hospital Knight immediately stepped forward to assess the situation.
The young scout hesitated for a moment, then pushed the other aside, angrily shouting, "Move, I want the gentlemen of the Saint Lazarus Order to treat my captain!"
The Hospital Knight couldn’t help but smile wryly, pointing to the "Eight-pointed Cross" on his chest: "Rest assured, I am also a member of the Saint Lazarus Order. Let me see your honorable captain, I assure you I won’t do any bloodletting or enemas."
The Hospital Knights here were all under Losa’s command, completely different from the Hospital Knights of this world.
Because they had all received the Holy Radiance Seed, and had undergone considerable tempering in several combat records, the Holy Radiance Seed had also thrived considerably, making it most suitable for treating wounds.
The young scout was a bit skeptical, knowing only that on his journey, the most wounded came out of the Saint Lazarus Order’s camp, and from other camps, most of the wounded were carried out.
He didn’t want the one who had always been taking care of him, whom he regarded as an elder brother, Gallio, to become a stinking corpse covered with maggots.
"No, I want the monks of the Order to treat our captain."
The Hospital Knight said somewhat irritably, "I told you, I am one of them, if you don’t want your captain to be delayed, hand him over to me now!"
As the two argued, a dignified voice rang out: "What’s happening?"
Everyone hurriedly lowered their bodies and saluted, "Your Majesty."
Losa glanced around and realized what was happening. After acquiring the buildings of the three major Knight Orders, his formally appointed members belonged to the combat sequence of the Monastic Knights of the Saint Lazarus Order, with the camps also separately constructed.
Ordinary soldiers might have seen these Monastic Knights, but only when they appeared in the camp as monks, or fully armed on the battlefield.
It was hard for anyone to equate these two images.
"Take the wounded away."
"But..."
The young scout’s lips moved slightly, but he didn’t dare act out in front of Losa.
"Child, who got injured?"
With a choking voice, he replied, "It’s Captain Gallio. To save me, he got hit on the head by a foreign heretic with a hammer, even denting the helmet."
"Gallio... I remember him, a young, brave Coptic lad. God will bless him."
Losa gently patted the young scout on the shoulder: "He’s important to you, but you must believe, he’s not only important to you. In my eyes, the life of every one of you is important. I won’t let those quacks handle my soldiers."
After comforting the soldiers, Losa returned to his tent.
Leopold returned timely from outside, frowning: "It seems the locals are not very cooperative."
"Your Majesty, if you flew on a Demon Dragon over their heads, or simply burned a few villages, they’d be much more compliant."
"With all due respect, Your Majesty, you’re too lenient with these unruly people."
Leopold thought Losa still rose to power too quickly, lacking the experience lords had in dealing with common unruly people.
War is war, and it leaves no room for chivalry.
Not targeting civilians only exists in minstrels’ tales and novels. In reality, once war breaks out, lords can often hide in fortified strongholds, while the villages outside the town are the first to bear the brunt.
Pillaging these villages can either provide sustenance from the enemy and obtain supplies or weaken the opponent’s war potential.
"The walls of Damascus can’t stop us."
Losa said gravely, "Taking this city, they’ll realize who the true master of this land is."
Massacring a city can indeed greatly deter the enemy.
But Losa always hoped his morals wouldn’t completely blend into this era: "Moreover, I’ve asked those reconnaissance team members. Few Saracen villages dare to attack us. The culprits are mainly Saracen scouts."
"Perhaps that’s the Saracens’ idea, trying to anger us into massacring villages to provoke local hatred against us."
Leopold scoffed, "It seems we’ve overestimated that Saladin."
Losa shook his head, "I’ve seen Saladin. His condition is very poor now, and his whole person is lifeless, like a flickering candle in the wind. I suspect the military affairs of Damascus might no longer be under his control."
If Saladin wasn’t suffering from schizophrenia, this is likely the most correct guess.
After all, with his current power, even if the whole world were against him, and he unified all locals, gathering over a hundred thousand militia to fight relentlessly, it wouldn’t change the overall situation.
"Sir Leopold, would you like to come with me?"
Losa suddenly asked.
"What are you planning to do?"
"My soldiers are fighting fiercely with the enemy, and I can’t just wait in the tent, so I’m planning to personally take a trip and try to negotiate a deal with the locals."
Having said this, Losa said, "Prajna, armor me up."
Leopold hesitated for a moment, glanced at the red-robed woman beside him, and cleared his throat.
The red-robed woman rolled her eyes and stepped forward to help him put on the armor.
...
Time flies, three days passed in the blink of an eye.
"The walls of Damascus can’t stop us."
Losa said gravely, "Taking this city, they’ll realize who the true master of this land is."
Massacring a city can indeed greatly deter the enemy.
But Losa always hoped his morals wouldn’t completely blend into this era: "Moreover, I’ve asked those reconnaissance team members. Few Saracen villages dare to attack us. The culprits are mainly Saracen scouts."
"Perhaps that’s the Saracens’ idea, trying to anger us into massacring villages to provoke local hatred against us."
Leopold scoffed, "It seems we’ve overestimated that Saladin."
Losa shook his head, "I’ve seen Saladin. His condition is very poor now, and his whole person is lifeless, like a flickering candle in the wind. I suspect the military affairs of Damascus might no longer be under his control."
If Saladin wasn’t suffering from schizophrenia, this is likely the most correct guess.
After all, with his current power, even if the whole world were against him, and he unified all locals, gathering over a hundred thousand militia to fight relentlessly, it wouldn’t change the overall situation.
"Sir Leopold, would you like to come with me?"
Losa suddenly asked.
"What are you planning to do?"
"My soldiers are fighting fiercely with the enemy, and I can’t just wait in the tent, so I’m planning to personally take a trip and try to negotiate a deal with the locals."
Having said this, Losa said, "Prajna, armor me up."
Leopold hesitated for a moment, glanced at the red-robed woman beside him, and cleared his throat.
The red-robed woman rolled her eyes and stepped forward to help him put on the armor.
...
Time flies, three days passed in the blink of an eye.