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Chapter 284: The Crusades


He actually killed all the clergy.

It was a heinous crime at that time.

Nearly a thousand people fell in a pool of blood.

The shock of the scene can only be expressed in a few words.

There were screams everywhere and rivers of blood flowed.

Reger suddenly thought of something: "It's Red Beard."

"I know it's a red beard."

Hoffman frowned slightly.

As long as he was not color blind, everyone could see that the man who had just been crowned emperor of the Roman Empire had a thick red beard.

"No, his nickname is Red Beard."

Reger said with certainty: "I have studied history, it should be from the twelfth century."

Cheng Qianxun immediately sat down in front of the computer to search, and soon got the result.

It was indeed there.

Frederick I, nicknamed Redbeard, had a colorful life and invaded Italy six times.

The history of kicking people's heads as balls that we saw earlier was what happened during the third invasion.

And the killing of clergy does indeed exist.

He attacked the city again and again, and even massacred the city.

The soldiers ran rampant in the city, but the wars ended more and more in his defeat.

The fourth time, he even attacked Rome and allowed the new pope to escape.

However, due to the plague, he failed and had to disguise himself as a farmer, abandon the army and flee back.

The fifth time he was seriously injured and had to surrender.

After Cheng Qianxun checked it, he burst out laughing.

Everyone looked at her curiously.

The scene now was about killing people.

Even if it was viewed as a historical film, it must be something very funny that could make her laugh.

"Hmm," Cheng Qianxun cleared her throat.

She also knew that this was not appropriate.

The clergy inside were being slaughtered, but she smiled.

This was not good, so she told what happened next.

The pope who made Red Beard angry and started killing was called Adrian IV.

He has always been at odds with Redbeard, look at this.

It's impossible to be harmonious.

Later, due to a misunderstanding over a letter, the two had another dispute.

Redbeard invaded Milan again and encouraged the Romans to overthrow the pope.

So he went to call on people to support him.

Of course he talks a lot, and he is a bit older.

Dry mouth.

I took a sip of water and accidentally swallowed a fly that fell into the water.

A fly got into his throat and could never come out again.

The Pope passed away with "a fly in his throat" and went to heaven.

A pope choked to death on a fly.

Hearing this, everyone looked a little weird, as if they were holding back laughter.

Such a ridiculous thing.

It seems like a joke.

But since it is recorded in history, it must be true.

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The scene changed again.

Redbeard organized his army again and marched forward mightily.

See them holding the flag above.

With the sign of the cross and many accompanying clergy, Reger was already very sure: "The Crusade.

The Third Crusade, Red Beard organized and participated."

Cheng Qianxun clicked the mouse a few times, but he still hadn't finished reading.

It seems that the Eastern Expedition team has been walking for a long time.

The originally mighty army became sparse, with at least half the number of people remaining.

They were about to cross the river when Mullen, who had been watching from the side, stretched out his hand and pointed at the majestic red beard who was riding a horse and wearing a full set of armor.

"Plop", this king who was quite famous in Europe fell into the river as deep as a horse's neck.

"Oh no, His Majesty fell into the water."

The people behind saw this.

Suddenly he screamed.

Two knights in armor got off immediately, but as soon as they got into the water, they quickly stepped on the stirrups and mounted their horses again.

The river was too deep, and people at that time were not tall, so if they went down, they would die.

I saw bubbles coming up from the water.

The lightest full-body armor at that time weighed forty or fifty kilograms.

If I tried crossing the river with a stone weighing forty or fifty kilograms, I would be able to float in the water while wearing a suit of pig iron.

Not a human being.

Only soldiers without armor came to fish him out.

Several soldiers waded over the river as quickly as possible, and finally fished out the weight-like Frederick I.

When they saw him, they were already rolling their eyes and feeling drunk.

It was so hot that I went to see God.

I wonder if I could see my old enemy, the former Pope, who was choked to death by flies.

Next to Maren, no one can see him, he exists like air.

He raised his head and said in the chaos: "Slaughter people, trample on the dignity of others, and use war to whitewash yourself.

Shouldn't the great Satan die?

I killed people who I thought should be killed.

Please judge."

Everyone was unsure at once.

Gordon looked at Cheng Qianxun and asked softly: "Can you pass?"

"I don't know."

Cheng Qianxun actually didn't know what he was thinking.

He frowned and thought as quickly as possible.

According to the life story of this king, it is true that he did not regret his death.

He killed so many people, fought war after war, and massacred the city again and again.

His energy is really good, and he almost goes out to fight every few years, but there are still many children at home.

It's just that every one of his descendants has been cursed, and almost none of them can live past fifty or die.

He fell into the river and drowned while launching a holy war.

In fact, there is no need to make jokes.

History itself has the biggest joke.

Anything impossible can happen.

Even the Pope can choke to death on a fly, let alone drown.

It seemed that Satan also had disagreements or was undecided.

There was no news for a long time, and Mullen could only wait patiently.

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Cheng Qianxun really couldn't analyze whether he could pass the test.

Does this red-bearded emperor really deserve to die?

As others have said, we cannot look at the thinking of the ancients through modern eyes.

If this is the education Redbeard received and the environment he was in, then what's wrong with him?

He just goes after the prey like a hunter, and the people are used to conquer and rule.

If Satan thinks so, then Mullen is in danger.

After a while, the results came out. . .

Maren fell asleep immediately without warning, then fell to the ground motionless, and then his body gradually disappeared.

Did it fail?

Everyone looked at everything in front of them, feeling sad and helpless.

Mullen's physical fitness is very good, but his understanding of sensitive matters is obviously lacking.

When there are too many people with good physical strength, they will be screened and some who are slightly weaker will be taken out.

Maybe the person Mullen killed was somewhat relevant to the theme, so Satan didn't let him die tragically, but just fell asleep and disappeared.

Of the five people, three were eliminated, two passed, and Cheng Qianxun, Gordon, Reiger and Hoffman were left.

Reger frowned.

He looked at his companions and asked, "Why don't you let me pass this level?"

Cheng Qianxun became more and more worried and asked softly: "Then who are you going to kill?"

Even she didn't know who to kill.

As a bodybuilding coach, Regeer had always relied on his body to make a living.

How could he find someone who should die?

person?

Reger sighed slightly: "I have to go sooner or later.

Has anyone else thought of a way?"

Looking around, the remaining people all had troubled expressions.

I thought I had found a shortcut, but I didn't expect that Malen was also eliminated without paying attention.

"It's better for me to go.

Since it was agreed that I should go, then I should go."

At this time, Regeer seemed very calm and manly.

That's all.

Cheng Qianxun said softly: "If it doesn't work, just look for the heinous bastards in history."

Satan's thoughts must be different from theirs.

Perhaps this test is just to make them think from a different perspective.

Cheng Qianxun thought of something and quickly reminded: "Don't judge based on your own thinking.

Think about it from the perspective of gods."

After Regel nodded, he entered the stairs with everyone's expectations.

After he entered, the remaining three people, Cheng Qianxun, Gordon, and Hoffman, saw that the scene was full of death.

"Help, God."

A woman holding her child cried and begged to the soldiers who were coming with swords: "Don't kill me, I, ah..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was pierced into the chest by a sword, and the child in her arms was also pierced by the sword.

She died with her eyes wide open and full of fear.

This kind of thing happened everywhere in the city.

Soldiers wearing cross clothes were slashing at unarmed people with swords.

They killed them one by one, killing all of them, men, women, old and young.

If someone instinctively stretches out his arms to block his face, his arms may leave his body before death; if someone dares to run away, his legs may be cut off.

Looking over, the streets, houses, everywhere were filled with corpses, severed limbs, and blood.

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Bodies continued to fall and began to pile up, but the massacre continued.

All around were the heart-rending screams of death.

While flying slowly in the sky, Regel looked at the inhuman massacre of the city and sighed slightly: "This is the first Crusade."

If he didn't have magic power, then he would definitely be in trouble every time he walked on the ground.

Every step would cause a body to be stepped on.

The bodies on the ground were piled knee high.

Many soldiers not only killed people, but also took property from the corpses.

When the entire city was massacred, everything at this time was unforgettable.

The soldiers, covered in blood, began to move the bodies to a place and burned them with firewood.

This is a commonly used method in ancient times.

The decay of corpses may bring diseases.

Digging pits and burying them requires manpower, and the best way is to "disinfect them with high temperature" and burn them all.

This practice began as early as 3,000 years ago in ancient Rome.

There were so many corpses, they were piled up densely and turned into a burning pile as big as a house.

However, there were still many corpses lying in pieces, all over the ground and all over the city.

Some soldiers began to slash the stomachs of the corpses with swords because some of them were found to have gold coins in their bellies.

After the killing, there is looting, and all the belongings of the dead can be taken.

These people wearing red cross marks are not people in the current sense, they are all terrible butchers.

This was the city they captured during the First Crusade.

Massacre, plunder, death, terror. . .

The camera turned to the time when the city had just been conquered.

The city gate was opened by soldiers.

A man in armor, obviously a commander, waved his sword and shouted: "Kill, kill them all."

"But..." a person next to him reminded: "among these people, there must be our believers."

The commander turned his head and replied: "Kill them all, God will tell the difference."

The people around him were stunned.

At this time, a brutal massacre had begun.

No one could control this army composed of fanatical beliefs or greed for wealth

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