C431 Spitting White Sand on Your Face

Night, north of Jerusalem.

In the hastily built mercenary camp, the black-robed man looked at the light blooming in the city and stood with his hands behind his back. Beside him, the young man who was leaning on a long bundle had a dumbfounded look on his face.

"This... is also possible?"

In the young man's impression, this so-called "Crusader" was not much - after all