"What? Let Isabella come over? Come to the siege camp where the plague broke out?!"

The mountain wind blows away the smoke and brings the coolness of the morning. King Fernando's expression changed, and his emotions became agitated. He stared sharply at Inquisitor Thomas, staring at the old and withered face. The other party just nodded calmly and responded frankly.

"Fernando, in the current situation, if you want to motivate the jihadist army in the besieged camp, especially the main Castilian army, you can only rely on the pious Isabella! And as long as Isabella knows Given the current situation, with her strong character, she will definitely come here on her own initiative!"

"What's more, after I came to the camp, I also communicated with the priests who accompanied the army. In addition to the jihadists from various countries who were clamoring to withdraw, the various lords of the Kingdom of Castile also had the intention to retreat. In these situations, you As the commander of the Jihad Army, it is impossible not to know!"

Speaking of this, Thomas Inquisitor looked sharply at King Fernando and asked in a deep voice.

"If Isabella doesn't come, can you hold down the real powerful nobles who lead the troops in various Castilian kingdoms? Enrique, Duke of Medina-Sidonia? Ini, Duke of Infantado Go? Alvaro, Duke of Bejar? Beltran, Duke of Albuquerque? Fasrique, Duke of Alva? ... and Luis, Duke of Messinaceli, the highest and most influential!"

Hearing this series of names of great nobles, King Fernando's face was gloomy, and he kept his mouth shut.

This series of dukes, whose fiefdoms spread across the west, center and north of the Kingdom of Castile, is actually the greatest resistance to the centralization of the royal family! The headed Luis de la Serza, Duke of Messinaceli, originated from Fernando de la Serza, the eldest son of King Alfonso X of Castile more than two hundred years ago. Erza. Well, coincidentally, it is the same name as King Fernando.

Duke Louis made great contributions many times in the wars with the Portuguese and the Moors, and he had a great say in the army. Facing the threat of the plague, the always brave duke was worried, and he might even have the idea of ​​retreating. And the only one who can restrain him is the pious, fearless and respectable Queen Isabella!

"Fernando, if the dukes proposed to withdraw their troops, how would you appease them? Or, you were prepared to take advantage of the opportunity of everyone's proposals to withdraw the troops immediately? Then push the responsibility for the retreat to the duke who led the proposal? "

Inquisitor Thomas said calmly. King Fernando closed his eyes and silently clenched his fists. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at Justice Thomas.

"Dear black monk, what you said is right! Only when Isabella comes can the army be inspired and the holy war army persevere. Now, I have no other choice. I can only press all the chips and surround myself mountain city!"

"Praise the Lord! Fernando, you have made up your mind at last! It is written in Ephesians, 'God is able to do more abundantly than we ask or think, according to the power that works in us. '. This is to fully commit, and believe in God to succeed!"

Thomas the Inquisitor smiled with satisfaction and spoke a passage of scriptures. Then, with a serious expression, he said in a deep voice.

"There are more than 20,000 people in the Kingdom of Castile, and Isabella can calm the hearts of the soldiers. And if the thousands of jihadists from various countries want to evacuate, let them evacuate! Basa mountain city, we can't attack by force, the strength of the troops Even if it's a little less, it doesn't matter."

"God's siege must find a way to last longer. And the Moors' defenders will make it difficult for them to persist! Fernando, do you have any ideas to further attack the Moors?"

"Well, hit the Moors"

King Fernando pondered for a long time, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes. Then, he lowered his voice and said softly.

"Dear black monk, I think of some old things in history, but they are not quite in line with the mercy of the Lord."

Hearing this, Thomas the Inquisitor nodded and promised.

"Facing the heretics, no matter what method you use, you will be forgiven by the Lord. The Lord will remove all your sins!"

"Well, I need a dead man infected with the plague, who can enter the city of Barcelona in the name of an envoy, and negotiate with the Moorish nobles! It is best for him to stay in the city, get in touch with as many Moors as possible, and get in touch with the water source. even die there."

"good idea"

Hearing such a ruthless strategy, Inquisitor Thomas did not change his face. He pondered for a while, and definitely responded.

"God bless you! Two of the priests accompanying the army had contact with the sick and had rashes. I will choose one of them as the dead man who enters the city for negotiations."

"The witness of the Lord God! If there are two, it will be safer in the name of the principal and deputy envoys."

"Okay, let the two priests go. I believe that they will dedicate themselves to the Lord!"

"By the way, before these two envoys enter the city, I will release a few noble captives of the Moors so that they can get infected first. Make sure everything is safe. God bless you!"

"Praise the Lord! The merciful Lord is watching us, and with His promised blessings, the victory of the Crusaders will be achieved!"

After the agreement was reached, King Fernando and Justice Thomas exchanged glances with faint smiles on their faces. Standing in the light smoke and mountain wind, they bowed their heads together and prayed for a while, watching the smoke dissipate in the wind before leaving.

That night, several messengers rushed to the camp of Hahn in the northwest. Two days later, the Jihad army expressed their sincerity and first released a group of prisoners of the Moorish nobles back to the city. Then, King Fernando sent envoys into the city to discuss the retreat and surrender with the Moorish lords and nobles in the city.

A few days passed~lightnovelpub.net~ The negotiations between the two sides did not make any progress, but the envoy of King Fernando fell ill in the city and was sent back by the defenders. When the black smoke of burning corpses rose again in the besieged camp, similar smoke also began to appear in the mountain city. The morale of both sides of the siege dropped almost simultaneously.

The black and gray smoke column changes in the sky, like the palm of death, gently caressing everyone under the sky. He doesn't look at high and low, and doesn't look at beliefs. He chooses and takes away the soul!

The sky is gloomy, and the sunset glow is dark red. In this cold and frightening atmosphere, a gorgeous and solemn caravan painted with royal patterns, surrounded by thousands of cavalry, appeared at the end of the northern skyline. Soon, the golden and gorgeous caravan arrived at the besieged camp.

Under the unbelievable gaze of tens of thousands of jihadists, a queen with a resolute expression and sharp eyebrows, wearing a Castilian royal costume and holding a gold-plated royal staff, strode down from the caravan. She was accompanied by a benevolent cardinal wearing a golden crown.

Note: The dukes appearing in this chapter are all great nobles of the Kingdom of Castile in this period. These titles are also the oldest duke titles in Spain.

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