Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 638 - 410: Infiltration

Buhayra Province.

The Saracen army departing from Rashid City resembled a winding giant snake, with the armor beneath their black and white robes like the scales of the serpent.

The marching troops were divided into multiple segments, stretching for dozens of miles. If the non-combatants like baggage wagons, laborers, and craftsmen were counted, the Saracen army would far exceed fifty thousand.

Losa, watching the scene, marvelled, "The Saracens have a high rate of armored soldiers indeed, truly the elite forces under the Lords of Egypt."

Among these fifty thousand troops, at least thirty thousand belonged to the elite warriors of this era. Overall, the armor rate was astonishingly high. Even those Saracen infantry usually regarded as cannon fodder were somewhat equipped with Zha Armor, Scale Armor, and Chain Armor and showed signs of training, evident from their march.

Hans spoke, "The Lords of Egypt were already intimidated by your successive advances. If you establish a foothold in Semanude, the central and eastern Delta could fall, exposing Upper Egypt and even Cairo City to your troops."

In such a situation, despite the factions within the Saracens, they had to fully support Adil."

"Adil's intent is just that. If we had just entered Egypt and he resisted with his army alone, the war would be solely his affair. But once a couple of examples are made, other monkeys feel their interests threatened, making the war the business of all Egyptian Lords."

The group stood at a weathered pyramid ruin, gazing at the Saracen troops from afar.

Losa reflected, "Ignoring the gains and losses of one city or land, Adil is indeed a general worthy of being recorded in history."

The determination of Egypt's ownership lies in this decisive battle between the Crusaders and Saracens.

Once the Crusaders are defeated.

All previously conquered territories would have to be returned entirely, possibly even endangering the Kingdom of Jerusalem.

However, should the Saracens be defeated, the courage of the Egyptian Lords might be completely lost, with the idea that "Franks are invincible" and "Crusaders are the demons punishing the impious with holy fire" deeply rooted.

At that time.

The Saracen nobles of Egypt would be unable to muster an effective resistance, either abandoning their lands to go into exile or simply switching allegiance to the Franks.

And Saladin's remaining Syrian territory would become meat on the chopping board.

"Should we raid their supply lines while they march?"

If they can do it, can you?

Losa glanced at Hans, a bit helpless, "What are you thinking? The number of Saracen Light Cavalry far exceeds ours, and they're fighting on their home ground. What do we have to raid them?"

Although among his Knights, Cavalry, many excelled at mounted archery, having them abandon their Heavy Armor and delve into enemy fortresses and citadel-controlled territories to raid supply lines was not worth the risk compared to the reward.

Hans awkwardly smiled, "I was being overly simplistic."

Losa further explained, "Raiding Saracen supplies won't have much effect. They move through their own territories, so even without provisions, they can gather resources locally. So, don't be fooled by their numbers; the actual consumption is far less than you'd imagine."

If Saladin, when attacking Jerusalem, could also disregard supply issues like now, Jerusalem would probably be long fallen.

Losa took a deep breath and said slowly, "This will be a battle immortalized in the annals of history."

Once the number of participants is relayed back to Europe, those nobles and royals who boast dominion would be jaw-droppingly surprised; even in the entirety of European war history, this battle would be significant in scale.

In the sky, clear hawk cries sounded, and flocks of falcons scattered to gather intelligence, flying over Losa and his party, oblivious to their presence.

Losa spoke, "Let's find a hollow to set up camp, Cherinita, I'll leave the next matters to you."

"Please trust me."

Cherinita nodded slowly. Two azure longswords hung at her waist as she prepared to leap down but heard Losa remind, "If you encounter strong enemies, retreat to us immediately, don't try to be brave."

Cherinita smiled and said, "Please trust me, though we all belong to the Basilicata Family, I'm not like grandpa who forgets everything once in battle."

Furin stepped forward and handed her a Magic Talisman, "I've been hastily crafting this for the past two days; once you crush it, a blood mist will appear, perfect for making an escape."

"Thank you." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Venezia scratched his head, hesitated, but still said, "That granddaughter, heed the master's words, prioritize your safety."

Cherinita looked at him unexpectedly, nodded her head, and with no hesitation, leaped forward, seamlessly merging into the wind, disappearing without a trace.

Lavinia, somewhat curious, watched this scene, "Mr. Venezia is Miss Nina's grandfather?"

The Basilicata is ranked among the top Wolf Race, and Cherinita's father, the Clan Leader Juliano, pioneered a new land for the Wolf Race in the New Continent, even overpowering a Yakxi Family there.

Venezia straightened his back, "Young one, in your era, is there anyone who recognizes the name Bloodthirsty Mad Wolf?"

Lavinia paused, turned awkwardly towards Losa.

Losa said with annoyance, "Gone long ago, you're an ancient relic from a century ago. Who would remember you, let alone have any of those past glories be worth discussing?"

The last task delegated almost got messed up by this guy, all while preventing Hans from intervening—if you could resolve it yourself, fine!

Venezia shrank his head, not daring to make a sound.

Initially, he wasn't this docile; it was purely due to Losa's previous combat record of eliminating a Wolf Lord's Guard and a Yakxi Family cleanup squad, and, after losing to Losa in a duel, that he sincerely conceded.

Lavinia kindly consoled, "I truly wasn't aware of Mr. Venezia's name, but your sons and granddaughters have become prominent figures in the Wolf Race. To have such excellent descendants, you must be someone very remarkable as well."

Venezia chuckled, "The Bologna Family is full of selfish, short-sighted merchants; who would've thought they'd produce an astute youngster like you, good, good!"

Lavinia awkwardly smiled.

Though she had a good relationship with Cherinita and felt she should respect Venezia as an elder, truthfully, she still found this guy exceedingly annoying.

Losa continued, "Venezia, someone who only knows how to fight and displays momentary bravery cannot have their name remembered; the Wolf Race doesn't lack such individuals. Do you believe that, in another hundred years, your name will still be forgotten?"