Sacred Haven of Debauchery

It was late autumn... The roads were muddy, there was mud up to your knees everywhere, and the horses were barely pulling the wooden carts with supplies.
German Knights on horseback were riding to conquer Constantinople. Somewhere in the distance, the dirty cries of beggars could be heard.
Many villages had already been destroyed. Young women were being transported in cages. They were destined either for pleasure or
to cook food for the soldiers. The frost was already quite strong.
A beggar ran up to a foot soldier.
"We saw lights not far away, my lord. Could it be a city?"
"Here, eat this, dog," the soldier threw a stale crust of bread on the ground, and the beggar immediately pounced on it.
"People, the city is close!" the soldier shouted. "They will welcome us!"
The Knights immediately spurred their horses into a gallop