Eastern Expedition of 108

  In the western part of the film world where the new fusion of the Ten Crosses has just begun, the current situation is still unclear, and Lin Xu dare not easily investigate.

  As the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement, insiders watch the 'door'. Lin Xu was born in the post-industrial era of information explosion, and his knowledge is vast. Even among the gods, he can be considered a person with extensive experience. Just by pulling out the opening formation of the Crusaders, Lin Xu could see many things at a glance. For example, judging from the equipment of the army, the Crusader-controlled area was also in the era of cold weapons, which made Lin Xu feel relieved.

  As long as the gap in weaponry is not pulled apart, the main factor that determines the outcome of a war is not the advanced nature of the weapon itself, but rather the logistical support and organizational capabilities of the troops, even the overall mobilization capability for war.

  In the military academy, there is a saying that senior students like to use to teach newcomers: Amateurs talk tactics, professionals talk logistics.

  How to ensure a team of over 100,000 people march long distances and properly solve the many difficulties encountered along the way is much more difficult than those third-rate writers who simply wave their brushes and let millions of troops camp in an area of several square kilometers for months. Although the language teachers of these poor writers can forgive their articles full of typos, their math teachers will not tolerate the low-level errors committed by these students.

  They didn't even bother to calculate how many people can actually fit in that huge area, and yet they dare to write about hundreds of millions of troops clashing in a chaotic battle, it's almost as ridiculous as the myth of one mu of land producing 10,000 kilograms of wheat.

  Lin Xu worried that the Cross Society would quickly grow in power, so he took the Golden Body of the Buddha back to Central Plains with Long Shi Er. He left a transformed body in the Western region to monitor the Cross Society.

  Learning from history, we can know the rise and fall. In the history of the earth, the number of Christians who spread the gospel and unfortunately died is probably second only to wars, famines, and plagues, so Lin Xu has always been highly vigilant towards this self-proclaimed "gentle, kind, and good" sect. Moreover, as a latecomer in this piece of land, Christianity had to expand desperately for survival, otherwise it would be eliminated and swallowed up by other civilizations.

  It can be seen that the Crusade is an irreversible trend, but the specific situation is still worth discussing. War will inevitably come, when and where it will start, however, is a very subtle matter.

  Indeed, a group of fanatics without reason dare not bring supplies, relying solely on their fervent faith to charge into the vast ocean, after all, they view death as a homecoming!

  If the military were to do this, it would be tantamount to collective suicide. Any commander with a brain that hasn't been waterlogged and an IQ of 60 or higher would refuse such a moronic order, no matter if it came from the Pope or some even more powerful puppet master.

  Always hiding in the dark, watching from the sidelines, Lin Xu had witnessed several batches of Crusaders rushing to the East under the passionate call of extreme religion, only to be buried in a foreign land. It wasn't until two months later, when several large knight legions reassembled with Western knights who believed in the Cross as their main force, set out eastward, that he showed some interest in observing them.

  Before this fusion of the two worlds, the largest civilized state in the West was the Persian Empire. Needless to say, this Persia, bordering on the territories of the Crusaders, inevitably became the first victim on the road to the East.

  Their homeland was invaded by foreigners, the Persians put up a desperate resistance, they had a strong desire to defend their hometown, but whether they had the ability to put it into practice. It is obvious that in front of the Crusaders who were armed to the teeth and had a great advantage in numbers, the Persians, who were far inferior to their opponents, resisted with tragic colors.

  A village that should have been quiet and peaceful on the plain where a winding river flows was engulfed in flames, with thick black smoke rising to obscure the sky. In this vast and flat plain, it could be seen very clearly even tens of miles away.

  Bodies and bloodstains were scattered all over the ground, with the sound of collapsing houses on fire coming one after another, mixed with the wailing of women. It's hard to describe, this was a terrifying scene comparable to hell.

  In the center of the village, on a vacant lot, a middle-aged man with a dusty appearance, wearing a black robe stained yellow-brown, and having a distinctive brown hair color, pointed at this group of Crusader soldiers who looked like wolves after a full meal and scolded:

  "You shameless, cold-blooded thugs, won't even spare infants and pregnant women, you're not human, I want you to die."

  For victims like this who are "operating" in a foreign language and shouting curses and insults at their own side, the Crusader soldiers who have seen similar scenes many times before find it all very boring. At present, their only 'confusion' is whose turn it should be to take care of this ignorant Persian.

  In the so-called battle that just ended not long ago, the collective 'rape' and 'debauchery' of local women as an entertainment activity consumed too much physical strength and morale of the soldiers, who now appear listless and lethargic.

  No, these soldiers slaughtered every resident in this small village, from the elderly with white hair to infants still in diapers. Those women who were brutally violated ultimately had their throats cut by the swords in the soldiers' hands.

  On this land that once belonged to the Persians, no living creature can be spared or redeemed. If there are any faithful among them, let God sort them out when they die! This bloody declaration of slaughter is naturally a concentrated explanation and interpretation by His Holiness of the great significance of the Crusaders' Eastern Expedition. Similarly, the slogan of the Crusaders was to kill all pagans, seize the fertile land occupied by them, which was given by God to the faithful of the Cross.

  For these illiterate soldiers, robbing the Persians, raping the Persians, and killing the Persians were important means of showing devotion to their lord. These acts, which would normally be considered criminal, would earn them praise and honor.

  Being in a position of strength, one can't help but look down on the opponent with a 'disease' of underestimating them, even though countless practices have proven that being careless is not allowed, similar events are still staged, because this is human nature.

  "...In the name of High Mokuba and Great Spirit, I grant you life. You fool, rise up and fight for me!"

  Before the Templar knights could make a decision, they were met with a gaze that was full of irony and mockery. The middle-aged man opposite them began to chant an incantation, his hands shaking uncontrollably with rage as he wrote the five capital letters "EMETH" in the flowing blood on the forehead of a mud-made doll at his feet.

  At this scene, the soldiers were stunned for a moment, and it was unclear who was the first to come to their senses, shouting loudly:

  "Stop him quickly, this guy is an evil sorcerer who has made a pact with Satan, he's a devil worshiper."

  Unfortunately, the Crusaders' realization came a bit too late, and it was already too late to stop the danger from arriving. The small mud figure, no more than twenty centimeters in length, which had been placed on the ground, began rapidly absorbing the surrounding mud and gravel, as if it had gained some kind of incredible power that made it grow bigger and bigger. By the time this roughly formed mud figure shook off the excess mud from its body and slowly got up from the ground.

  Not far away, the soldiers wearing cross-shaped robes were shocked to discover that this big fellow's height had reached more than twice that of ordinary people. Its short and stout body and limbs, like a bear dog, fully proved that this big fellow was not a good guy.

  The Crusader force responsible for the massacre of this village was only a small detachment of about 100 men, and such an unimportant task did not warrant the mobilization of a large army. The trouble they encountered lay in this very fact. No matter how many chaplains accompanied the Crusaders, it was impossible to deploy them at the company level, and only the battalion would have a fixed chaplain. This time, they happened to encounter a middle-aged man who could use supernatural powers to drive people mad, and this small detachment of Crusaders was powerless against him.

  A man with a head of golden hair and a military-style mustache raised his long sword and comforted the soldiers in a loud, clear voice:

  "The Lord above will protect us, destroy this evil pagan who uses witchcraft, and forgive our past transgressions. Come! Let us prove our devotion to the Lord with blood, for Manel!"

  "Hallelujah! Hallelujah!"

  Chanting in unison the slogan that God is with us, the morale of the army, which had been on the verge of collapse, was restored to normal. Religious beliefs can give people the courage to face death, and the Crusaders confidently took up their weapons, ready to fight this mysterious and sinister "Persian" sorcerer in the name of the Lord.

  Facing these heathen butchers who slaughtered all his loved ones, Gao Mo's heart burned with unrelenting hatred and an indelible desire for revenge, he would stop at nothing to annihilate them.

  Normally, the art of Mudman Su Sheng is absolutely not allowed for the practitioner to directly engrave or write talismans on the mud doll. That method is really too dangerous. Instead, a piece of sheepskin paper with written spells should be pasted on the mud person's forehead, so as to ensure that when necessary, the practitioner can terminate the mud person's activity in time. For example, the spell written by Gao Mo Da with human blood, at least before this mud doll is completely destroyed by a powerful external force, it is impossible to eliminate, and this is also one of the forbidden witchcraft he understands.

  Loudly reciting the scriptures to boost their morale, the Crusader soldiers formed a skirmish line and slowly closed in on the Mudman and the sorcerer Gao Mo behind it. The sword-and-shield infantry at the front of the formation took care of covering, while the archers at the back began to wildly pour down arrows.

  Logically speaking, this well-trained army should be able to defeat giants or powerful enemies like the Wyrm. However, these soldiers soon put aside their relaxed mood, for they saw how terrifying the mud people created by this heretic in front of them were, a power that far exceeded their imagination.

  Imagine a war machine that is ten times stronger than humans, completely insensitive to pain and fear of death, and does not understand compromise or retreat. Either you have the ability to destroy it directly, or you will be exhausted and killed by it, even the idea of turning around and running away with your tail between your legs seems so out of place in front of this behemoth that can keep up with a galloping horse.

  Relying on numerical superiority and individual coordination, the Crusaders could barely maintain a stalemate, but as time dragged on, they would inevitably be the losers of this battle due to their limited physical strength.

  Realizing his own side was outnumbered and outgunned, the mustachioed officer shouted loudly:

  "You block that monster, I'll take care of the evil wizard."