Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 88 What if I am real?
The times go round and round, as if a cycle of six hundred years has passed.

Standing in Garys's era, counting forward 1,200 years is the time when our Heavenly Brother Jesus was born and died for the sins of the world.

Counting forward about 600 years, the Sealed Prophet was born, unified Arabia, and sent down the last scripture.

And if we count forward another six hundred years, it was the Heavenly King who was born under the inspiration of the Holy Spirit and appeared out of nowhere, shaking the Qing court and the people!

It can be said that there seems to be a missing position in the wheel of time, waiting for Garys to fill it.

Of course, this might just be a joke, an unexpected coincidence.

Standing in the field, Gellis announced the arrival of the enemy to everyone within sight and also declared his mission.

But no one present knew one thing.

Six hundred years ago, the same scene happened in Mecca, 750 kilometers away from here.

The Prophet Muhammad asked the people around him whether they believed in him, and everyone said in unison that they did.

The Prophet Muhammad declared his mission, but was refuted by his uncle.

And this time, no one stood up to refute what Gellis said.

The news that a large group of troops were heading toward the valley was verified by the comings and goings of sentries on the top of the mountain.

It was a caravan with thirty large carts, and the exposed guards numbered sixty, including twenty riders. A rough calculation of the total number of people in the caravan was more than two hundred.

If they had not received Abdullah's letter, the "caravan" might have successfully used a "Trojan Horse" and allowed the two hundred-plus people to sneak into the valley, or the sentinels' defense might not have been strong enough and they would have been successfully ambushed by the enemy.

It will surely bring irreparable losses to the village of Skarl.

After all, even if there were 200 pigs, it would be difficult for Garys to catch them all in a short period of time. But there were so many old, weak, women and children in Scarr Village...

However, since they had made preparations in advance, Garys had the initiative in choosing the battle location.

After completing the mobilization, Gellis did not rush into battle. Instead, he chose to remain in place after confirming that the other side intended to continue to maintain disguise.

When Mach led such a large caravan to the valley entrance, he noticed that the road ahead was blocked by some roadblocks such as chevaux de frise.

A young man wearing armor but no helmet, with several well-equipped infantrymen, blocked their way. The young man had light blond hair and looked quite cheerful.

"Hi, hi, hi! Brothers who have come from afar, where are you going?"

The man greeted me warmly, his light green pupils radiating friendliness.

Seeing someone blocking the road, Mach hurriedly rode over on his horse. When he came in front of the young Frank, he quickly dismounted.

"Ha! You see, we are a caravan. We heard a while ago that there is a new market here, so we wanted to come and see it and do some business here."

Garys looked at the man in front of him who was dressed slightly ornately and looked quite wealthy. In terms of appearance, this man did not have a typical Arab look, but rather had a more Caucasian feel.

As for the accent, although it was Arabic, to Garys it had an inexplicable Turkic flavor.

"Doing business?" Garys scratched his hairy chin, and his voice was slightly ambiguous.

"Our area cannot support a caravan as large as yours to do business. The last caravan had less than a hundred people, and they all came with great enthusiasm but returned disappointed. Moreover, you have so many cars and so many people. If something really happens after you enter, I can't afford it. I advise you to take a detour."

This is what Garys said, but the movements of his hands showed that there was room for negotiation on this matter.

Mach cursed inwardly at the money-grubber and hurried to Gellis' side, stuffing the coin bag in his sleeve into the hands of the Frank in front of him.

Gellis weighed it briefly, feeling the weight, and realized that it might be filled with gold coins.

"Tsk, not bad."

Garys smacked his lips, his smile growing wider, then he waved his hand and asked the armored soldiers behind him to step aside.

Just when Mach thought the matter was settled, Gailis said again: "It's good to do business, but you have to register and pay taxes. Nowadays, it's not just Leonard who has a say in Transjordan."

Having said this, Gailis walked alone towards the nearest carriage.

Mach on the side hurriedly followed.

"My lord, look, these are all produced from Damascus. They are top-quality dried fruits, dyes and silks." Mach introduced them enthusiastically, and his words were quite polite.

To be honest, Mach's words are just to coax others, but to Garys, they are really useless.

What caravan would think of selling dried fruits, dyes and silk to farmers? Do farmers have the money to buy them?
It’s not that caravans of Mach’s size didn’t exist in this era, but those caravans basically only engaged in fixed-point trade between cities, reselling luxury goods and some bulk goods.

Gellis saw a carriage covered with cloth, and immediately drew the sword from his waist. Before Mach could react, he pierced the cloth with the tip of the sword and entered the carriage.

The expected screams did not come from the carriage, but instead some wheat flowed out of the carriage.

Garys put away his sword and looked at Mach with a smile.

Mach looked at Garys with a half-smile, he was a little unsure about what this young Frank was thinking.

But to be on the safe side, Mach felt it would be better to force his way through the valley.

When Gailis turned around to check the other carriages, he made a few gestures to the people beside him, signaling his men to chop off the troublemaker. Then he gestured to a few riders not far away, meaning that they should prepare to force their way through the valley.

At this time, Gailis pretended to be casual and glanced at the top of a nearby hill. There was a spot of light flashing at that location.

After receiving the signal, Gellis determined that the valley was ready.

He turned around and stopped checking the carriages and paying attention to the convoy, as if nothing had happened before.

After walking a few steps, Gaillis turned back and said, "Your acting skills are still not up to par."

Mach was a little confused, but he was ready to take the valley entrance by force.

He waved his right hand gently, accompanied by a whistle.

The riders who were originally free from the carriage team rushed past him, trying to jump over some low roadblocks and forcibly occupy the valley entrance.

Among them, several archers launched hidden arrows to attack people, shooting several arrows at Garys' back.

Then, the people present felt dazzled.

The distance from the archer to Garys's back was only twenty steps, and anyone who knew how to draw a bow should not miss the target.

Then the arrow went straight through Garys' body!
what? !

Is this a win? Or is it a miss?
Many archers rubbed their eyelids, fearing that they were hallucinating. Just when the arrow was about to hit Garys, the man's figure seemed to shake and flicker.

When the arrow passed through Gailis' body, Gailis turned around, opened his arms to Mach and the others, and then saluted.

"You're here to look for someone, right?"

"Find me?"

“Looking for me, a false prophet?”

"But have you ever thought about how you would deal with yourself if I were a true prophet?"

"Before I came out of my seclusion, God promised me that He would make everything in the world swear that it would not harm me."

As Gellis uttered these almost madman's ravings, the sound of horse hooves gradually increased, and the light cavalry, who had put down their lances or drawn their long swords, rushed towards him with a roar.

The spears were aimed at Gellis, the swords were slashing at the body.

However... it was as if Gellis did not exist in this world, whether it was the piercing of the spear tip, the slashing of the sword, or the straight charge of the horse.

None of them could hurt Garys.

The riders looked back in surprise, and Mach looked at Garys with his mouth open.

phantom?!
Or, was this inexplicable Frank really the "false prophet" that he had previously discussed with his confidants?
No, how can this [False Prophet] really have supernatural powers!
Originally, Mach thought that the false prophet from the Skar village was just a liar who claimed to be a prophet. As long as he was stabbed with a sword, he would cry and admit his crimes.

But this guy in front of him, how... how...

Mach's worldview makes it difficult to understand the current situation.

The young Frank, on the other hand, laughed heartily, paying no attention to the arrows shot from Mach's side, nor to the light cavalry who passed straight through him.

Instead, he just walked towards the valley entrance step by step.

The light cavalrymen who passed through Gellis no longer cared about the phantom-like guy behind them.

The most urgent task is to seize the narrow valley entrance so that the large force behind can rush into the valley.

However, just as they were thinking this, a team of infantrymen rushed out from both sides of the valley and blocked the entrance to the valley tightly.

The infantrymen at the valley entrance stood shoulder to shoulder, man to man, fearlessly raising their spears and shields to block the light cavalry's path.

Seeing this, the captain of the light cavalry who was leading the charge reined in his horse slightly, slowed down, and led the dozen or so riders behind him to pass in front of the infantry formation in a circling posture.

They gave up on a direct attack and chose to turn around and retreat.

Different from the desperate charge used by the Frankish knights, although these Turkic riders would also charge with light spears, that did not mean they could really charge forward without hesitation.

Considering the thickness of their armor, if they really plunged into this forest of spears, there would be no way they could break through the battle line, and they would simply be defeated.

However, just as these Turkic light cavalry were about to retreat a distance and draw their bows to shoot arrows, they suddenly realized something.

The person who was originally behind them is now being faced by them.

The young Frank with fair hair raised his sword toward the riders.

　Second update, 3,000 words. Last update

　　Then let me talk about the update time in the future. I will fix it around 8 pm.
　　By the way, I'm promoting a book, which is the consequence of my selling PY

　　
　
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