In the evening, when the searchlights on the city of Turin were shining from a distance, the soldiers who had been tired after fighting for a day were replaced by the army on night shifts, and they left their posts one by one to return to their resting place. They were not worried about the people in the city at night, so the "Turin offensive and defensive battle" at this moment had become a stalemate battle.

King John of England was quite troubled by this. If it weren't for the other two alliances, Henry VII and the Earl of Artowa, who cheered him up at dinner every day, he would not be able to withstand the exhaustion of military power.

"Don't worry too much about your Majesty. We only consume a few hundred people every day, but you have also seen that the annoying walls under their city have become shorter and shorter. As long as we clear out a wide enough field, we will definitely be able to reach the city. Then we can use siege cars to knock the city away. After all, their troops are much less than us!"

Henry VII, who led the Templars, was not worried at all about the attack on the "Turin City" in front of him. Earl Artowa was not very worried, because his subordinates were still pretending to be cavalry, so not many people really participated in this kind of attack. What to attack the city was a large number of infantry, and it was obviously not easy to attack the city.

However, because of the men of King Henry III of John, there were many archers and infantry, they were always on the main force when attacking. Therefore, the casualties in front of him were often his subordinates. Faced with the comfort of the two accomplices, he did not speak but snorted coldly in his heart.

"Your army does not have that much casualties. The main casualties are my subordinates. Of course you can relax so much. But even if we win in the end, it is the victory of His Majesty the Pope's command of the battle. What does it have to do with me? Everything I have spent..."

Looking back now, he gradually became a little worried about the things mentioned in the messages he left to himself before his son Prince Edward ran away from home.

"Maybe I should listen to him, or I should listen to the words of Princess Qili, what I do here..."

In his heart, the religious war between the Europeans themselves seemed a bit stupid. Could it be that as a European, the Holy Roman Emperor Frederick II, could he believe in Islam? Of course, this is impossible. After all, it is just because His Majesty the Pope's interference in the secular affairs of the monarchs. King Henry III of John did not like this, but he had joined the Pope's army at this moment. How could he turn back?

"I think I can't afford to spend my army so much anymore. It's really a bit...

It’s a pity that in the soldiers of Pope Innocent IV, such words cannot be expressed, and his melancholy made him unable to relieve him. It is precisely because of this that during dinner in recent days, he drank more and said less.

When dinner was over, he left the tent of Count Artowa and returned to his military camp, but he couldn't help but feel a little scared. The wounded soldiers in the camp and the screams in the middle of the night made him frightened. As he was walking, a German soldier suddenly came to him.

"Your Majesty, can you delay your life?"

King Henry III of John felt that the sound was very familiar, but he was not recognized by the fire at night. He took a step back and held it on the hilt of the sword.

"Who are you!"

"Henry Raspi, Duke of Thuringia, is here to wait for His Majesty's orders!"

The man dressed in a soldier on the opposite side was bent over to pay tribute to him, which made King Henry III of John even more confused. He had lost almost all his infantry and was no longer counting on him when attacking, so he was only responsible for protecting those who were logging, transporting the trees from the mountains and processing them into siege vehicles so that he could launch a continuous attack on the "City of Turin".

"Your Majesty, I want to say we were all deceived!"

Henry Raspie, Duke of Thuringia, bent over while talking, but his head raised a little and looked at himself with his eyes. His expression was like telling himself that both of them were fools.

"Do you cheated? We? We were cheated together? Who did we cheat together?"

Duke of Thuringia Henry Raspi looked around with caution. At this time, because he came alone and was dressed so strangely, he and King Henry III of John were firmly surrounded by a group of English soldiers. This made him feel at ease because such a conversation environment was safer, and the only thing he was worried about was the soldiers around him. Therefore, Duke of Thuringia Henry Raspi signaled to King Henry III of John with his eyes and asked about the reliability of these soldiers.

"Don't worry, they are all loyal knights, you can say whatever you have!"

Henry Raspin, Duke of Thuringia, straightened his waist with a little indignation on his face.

"Okay, your majesty, let's talk while walking. I don't want others to know that we have had this talk!"

"You can rest assured that as the Emperor of England, I can assure you!"

After the promise, King Henry III of John and Duke of Thuringia slowly walked as if they were walking, and his subordinates were scattered around to conceal other people's gaze.

"Your Majesty, I believe you have noticed that in the entire barracks, there are almost no other troops here except for the soldiers under your command. The Templars, send one person to lead your subordinates at a time, and the French cavalry, whether they are cavalry or not, will be counted on horseback. Then I want to ask you, if we win, who should obtain the merits of this war? In addition, if we defeat, who will bear these losses? God? My Majesty, God cannot give us so many soldiers!"

The words of Henry Raspie of Duke of Thuringia made King Henry III of John feel very uncomfortable. Indeed, since the war started, the casualties of the soldiers under the original soldiers of Henry Raspie of Thuringia were mainly English soldiers. If the casualties continue like this, then the only real loss is England. Especially if the son's words are not wrong, then they will be revenge by the emperor from the East in the future.
Chapter completed!