The number of Crusaders had increased during Losa's slumber.
But as Losa saw today, even the Knights, the nobles' private armies, guards, and records with decent equipnt, were quite undisciplined.
Drinking, playing dice, playing Gwent Card, and brawling in the army were considered the better behaviors; even worse, several Crusader nobles blatantly consorted with prostitutes in their tents and were caught by Losa, who swiftly beheaded them.
It's said that the world is a stage of amateurs; if it's just these people, their level of discipline might not even compare to the long sword troops Losa recently ford with the Copts in Semanude.
The troops gathered by Adil on the other side were estimated to be of similar ilk.
A ragged crowd was the norm, with only a handful of elite forces that could operate seamlessly even in later generations.
When he returned to the Governor's Mansion, it was late at night.
Losa glanced at Charles, whose body now had no undamaged flesh, with bloody wounds interspersed with scales reminiscent of his Half-Dragon Transformation, looking almost dead.
But his life force was still tenacious; Losa, standing beside him, could even hear his strong heartbeat.
"Are you still conscious?"
Baron Charles groggily opened his eyes, saw Losa, and managed a weak smile: "Of... course, my lord, I haven't disgraced you, right?"
Losa sighed softly: "Do you still think it's worth enduring so pain for Extraordinary Power?"
Charles instinctively wanted to nod, but the movent was too large, tearing his nearly healed wound, forcing a scream from his throat.
Losa took out a blank war record and gave it a gentle shake. Lines of rapidly changing words flashed by, finally settling on "1449, Wala-Ming Dynasty War."
"1449..."
Losa paused slightly; this date seed to be the day of the Siege of Tumu Castle, only six years away from his simulated war script "The Fall of Constantinople in 1453."
However, the forr, the Siege of Tumu Castle, with Emperor Zhu Qizhen personally leading the troops, resulted in the loss of the elite forces of the Capital Camp, marking the decline of the Ming Dynasty's national fortune.
The latter, the Fall of Constantinople, represented the rise of a new Empire spanning Eurasia, like the morning sun.
"Not bad."
At this mont, it was late. Losa gave orders for his transferred soldiers to sleep on ti and adjusted the night watch plan, finally choosing to open this war record in the dead of night.
When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by a scene of the early autumn plains.
On the lush green plains, the horses of the Crusader Cavalry were already grazing the grass willingly.
The professional troops, who had just gone to sleep not long before, including those large teams of recruits, were orderly busying themselves as if they had been settled here for a long ti.
The horse Eclipse beneath him neighed loudly, having been cooped up in the stable for a long ti, eager to run wild.
"My lord!"
"Your Grace!"
"Your Highness!"
The soldiers greeted Losa respectfully as they saw him.
Suddenly appearing here, the soldiers showed little surprise, as if everything was right and proper.
So of the soldiers who had participated in the "Song-Jin War" record showed a look of realization on their faces, understanding that they were experiencing another Miracle.
If one doesn't truly die, they can endure the blood and fire of the fiercest battlefields.
What else could this be if not a Miracle?
A suddenly appearing army in the wilderness quickly attracted covert attention from others.
Hans rode up, lowering his voice to ask: "My lord, should we take out the enemy scouts?"
"Hmm, rember to leave one alive to gather information."
Losa nodded, but his attention was focused on the withered grass on the ground.
The yellow withered grass was bent, forming a line of Simplified Chinese that only he could recognize:
You have entered the key node "Siege of Tumu Castle" in the war record "Wala-Ming Dynasty War."
Your objective is to prevent Emperor Zhu Qizhen from falling into the hands of the Wala.
Or eliminate the leader of the Wala army, Choros Esen.
To avoid friendly conflict, you have been implanted with the identity of a Vassal Tributary Country Habsburg Prince.
Losa frowned, thinking it unreasonable for a vassal prince to accompany the Great Ming's orthodox emperor on an expedition to the Northern Yuan.
Also, the task of saving Zhu Qizhen...
As an emperor, Zhu Qizhen might not rank high in terms of incompetence in human history, but that's only because of the sheer number of abstract individuals in human history's emperors (monarchs).
Not to ntion, solely based on "Wala Exchange Students," "establishing a temple for Esen," and "being made to announce as Emperor in Captivity," he's enough to be reviled through the ages.
"I don't want to save him..."
Losa frowned, contemplating, but this task of slaying the Grandmaster Esen was very much to his liking.
Grandmaster Esen, after all, was the leader of the Wala tribe, later usurping the position of the Golden Family and becoming the Great Khan of the Northern Yuan, establishing the reign title Tanyuan.
Even Jin Wushou possessed a Destiny Black Dragon to devour; although Grandmaster Esen might have nominal power but no title of Great Khan now, he certainly would bear Dragon Vein Fortune.
Losa pondered for a mont, then made a decision: Let Zhu Qizhen die, but this war record's only mission at the outbreak of war is a full assault to surround and kill Grandmaster Esen!
As he was thinking, a tall, armored man quickly approached, exclaiming with joy: "My lord, I... I think I've made it!"
"Charles?"
Losa was a bit startled; he had not expected Charles to be pulled into this war record, given that the transformation process of the Dragon Blood lineage was exceptionally painful, and under such circumstances, the soporific effect of the war record allowing him to sleep was surprising.
"My lord, it doesn't hurt at all now, and my strength is astonishing."
Charles was very excited; though his real body was battered, in the war record he was in a fully healed state.
"Alright, there should be so special abilities in your mind, explore them slowly."
Losa sent Charles off, looking around but unable to find Prajna and her group.
His only escort companions were Hans and Venezia.
"Last ti during the Song-Jin War, I was separated from the army alone, and this ti it's their turn?"
Losa felt a bit worried, worrying that they might get lost. After all, this was the Great Grassland, and it would not be easy to reunite without prominent landmarks.
"My lord, I've captured this scout!"
Hans, at this ti, approached quickly with a middle-aged man with a full beard and shabby clothes in his hand.
Losa asked: "Speak, who are you?"
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man showed no fear but rather appeared outraged: "Does your nation intend to rebel?"
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