This is a scenic corridor.

On the side, there are stretches of Saracen-style arched windows.

On the wall at the end of the corridor hangs a huge tapestry depicting the scene of Reynard leading the knights in a charge during the Battle of Mongisa, made from colored wool on linen.

Between the four load-bearing columns are thin veils.

The gentle breeze blows, and no one would expect such a cool place in the Holy Land, famous for its heat.

Furinjira holds a bright red apple, seated on a reclining chair munching it.

Prajna is holding a feather pen, sometimes pondering, sometimes writing swiftly—Losa encourages her to try writing an original novel, and she indeed has done so.

Losa sits on the other chair, clearly viewing the garden below and the trickling stream flowing from the fountain through the arched window.

This place is Reynard's estate in Hebron.

Though now, it belongs to Count Losa.

The Lord's Hall is just the castle with a different name, even though comfort was considered in its construction, at most it can only rank second.

Clothing Officer Andreas is standing in front of Losa, listening to the teachings of Count Losa.

"What is the use of persuading heretics to convert? Do you understand the zeal of converts? If not, at least you understand pledges, right? And it's also for the legitimacy."

"Converting heretics is an achievement worthy of writing about extensively. I'm planning to let Urding carry some gold and silver treasures to Pope City to make arrangements once he accomplishes something."

Losa explains in detail, crossing his legs.

Andreas asks with some doubt, "But wouldn't killing Hussein make the Saracens feel fear towards us?"

"Ha, who do Egyptians build pyramids for? Moreover, the treatment I provide is better than that given by those Saracen chiefs."

Losa intensifies his tone, "Don't imagine heretics or Saracens as a monolithic entity. You must understand that Saracens, like Franks, is a regional term. Kurds and Turkics fight intensively, even among different tribes of the same ethnic group hatred runs deep."

"Also, to avoid the situation you mentioned, I intentionally chose Hussein as a 'typical' target, rest assured, his death contributes more to the world than his life."

Andreas suddenly understands, "I see, with this, you and the broad ranks of heretic tenants are beneficiaries, only people like Hussein are victims—but their will is no longer important."

"Exactly."

Losa hopes to train Andreas, the clothing officer, to become a talent in administration, as he indeed possesses the insight that comprehends many things with subtle hints.

Losa recalls another matter, asking, "By the way, how is the construction of public toilets going?"

Building public toilets can both prevent plagues and store fertilizers needed to increase food yield, a beneficial endeavor.

Though in this era some people harbor the concept that food grown using manure is hard to swallow and repulsive, it's not something ordinary people need to consider.

To them, filling their stomachs is already commendable.

Andreas, after contemplating for a moment, answers, "Three public toilets in the North City District have been completed. The toilets can cover the entire Hebron no later than a week."

"Pamodar and his City Guard Army, with Gaulish, Germanic Language, Arabic, and Kurdic Language, inform everyone in the city that starting next week, no one is allowed to urinate or defecate randomly, especially prohibiting dumping of excrement and wastewater into rivers, with penalties of five copper coins for the former and ten for the latter."

Andreas nods, "But what if they cannot afford to pay the fine?"

Losa thinks for a moment, saying, "Then make them face naked as they receive ten lashes in front of everyone—don't hit too hard, the purpose is secondary, mainly to guide."

As a transmigrator, he is very aware of the terrifying nature of plagues.

Moreover, even if plagues were not a concern, he dislikes the idea of stepping into feces whenever he travels.

...

Henusburg, Cypress Village.

The Winged Cavalry has sealed the entrances and exits of the entire village.

Jeanne leads stationed veterans, casually observing the spacious, high Saracen-style building in front of her; this is the residence of Hussein.

To avoid suspicion from the lord, Hussein's residence, though spacious and luxurious, is not a strong fortress-style structure.

The stationed veterans, or rather elite City Guard Army, hold large square shields with the Double-headed Eagle emblem, formed into a tight phalanx, waiting in front of the residence.

Fifty men precisely make up half a centurion.

"Order Hussein to surrender immediately in your language, and if resistant, leave no one alive!"

A Winged Cavalry shoves a captive bandit to call out.

Residence doors remain closed, no response.

"Seems like they intend to resist until the end."

Jeanne smiled, "Prepare for battle, soldiers!"

At that moment, from the two forks of the village, came bursts of shouting and killing sounds.

The next moment, a group of peasant slaves holding pitchforks and door panels rushed out, screaming as they charged at the veteran soldiers, led by some soldiers clad in black scale armor.

On the rooftops on both sides, Saracens drawing bows and shooting arrows appeared.

"Turtle Shell Array!"

The centurion appointed by Model shouted loudly.

The veteran soldiers immediately raised the square shields in their hands, forming an impenetrable "phalanx," with each square shield fitting together, only exposing legs and heads.

The arrows hitting the shields could not harm them in the slightest.

The enemy leader was stunned for a moment, watching the peasant slaves, deceived and incited by lies, reaching the shield wall with hesitation and not daring to take a step forward.

"Charge with me, kill all these damned Franks!"

Feeling anxious, he shouted a command, relying on the chain armor shirt inside his scale armor, he raised a round shield and crashed directly into the City Guard Army's shield wall.

The short swords of the City Guard Army pierced his body ineffectively, while the enormous force from the opponent's strike caused them to retreat repeatedly.

The soldiers in front spoke loudly for a moment and immediately pulled back the shields in front of them, and the soldiers in the rear pulled the enemy leader through the gap, removed his helmet, and easily dispatched him with short sword stabs.

Someone shouted, "Slash their exposed legs."

But it turned out to be a foolish move, as their weapons could hardly harm the veteran soldiers equipped with chain armor leggings.

Moreover, when they bent over to attack, the shields that were supposed to be for defense would suddenly smash down onto their heads.

The turtle shell array formed by the veteran soldiers was practically a mix of a turtle and a hedgehog.

The attacking enemies were numerous, but they could not harm the veteran soldiers at all; many enemies lay dead on the ground, while the veteran soldiers remained unharmed.

Hussein, standing on the rooftop, wore an incredulous expression.

"Damn it, how is this possible!"

"Don't I know exactly what kind of people this City Guard Army consists of? Gambling addicts, patrons, swindlers, thieves, extortionists... they just changed their gear, and they're this formidable?"

If he weren't familiar with the City Guard Army, how could he have thought of launching an active attack?

"Sir, what shall we do now?"

"What to do?"

Hussein's face was ashen, "Just, just hold steady."

Since he only pillaged his own brothers and Jewish merchants, his reputation was almost completely ruined, and who would come to his aid?

As for Losa's vassals, they would naturally not take such a risk to support a heretic strongman who doesn't offer them many gifts annually.

"Thinking you can hide without coming out, huh."

Jeanne instructed the winged cavalry to pursue those fleeing enemies, then raised the Holy Spear high.

"I am carrying siege weapons."

The Holy Spear in Jeanne's hand began to gather endless radiance, and even at noon when the sun was fiercest, it still gave off a dazzling and eye-catching aura.

In the next moment, accompanied by a loud bang.

The tightly closed gate of the mansion was blasted open.

The centurion shouted, "Follow the Eagle Banner, charge with me!"

The turtle shell array dispersed, and the veteran soldiers surged into the mansion like a tide.

The sounds of shouting, the clashing of weapons, and screams were incessant.

Jeanne sat behind Akhal-Teke horse "Grapes," looking somewhat bored, "What a dull battle, not as interesting as when clearing those few bandit corps."

The outcome of the battle was determined from the very beginning.

Losa sent fifty veteran soldiers and twenty winged cavalry, such military force against a "landlord" was like using a cannon to shoot a mosquito.

However, he did not feel it was a loss.

Elites must be trained.

Experiencing more low-intensity combat is beneficial for them to better absorb the combat experience of the "veteran soldiers."

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