Tumeng: I am a national advisor in the Golden Family

Chapter 618: The fall of the Assassins, the defeat of the prince (Part )
"I obey your command!" Upon hearing this, Guo Kan rode away and began to command his cavalry troops to launch an attack.

The horn sounded and all the Mongolian cavalry came out. This time, they did not even use heavy artillery or field artillery to bombard the enemy first, because there was no need for it. The opponent's strength was extremely weak.

"Kill! Kill!" Under the leadership of their respective centurions and thousand-man commanders, the Mongolian cavalry formed neat formations and began to charge.

"Believers of Allah! The time to go to heaven has come, charge!" The white-robed Assasins on the opposite side had no order at this moment, holding their weapons in their hands, with extremely fanatical expressions on their faces, and then bravely rushed towards the Mongolian cavalry.

Under the command of their respective leaders, all the Mongolian cavalrymen put away their sabers, took out their bows and arrows, and launched the first wave of attacks against these Assassin assassins.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Countless arrows fell from the sky like dense raindrops!

A large number of Assassins were shot and fell to the ground before they could even react, but even so, it could not stop these fanatical assassins from launching a death charge towards the Mongolian army.

After just a few rounds of arrow rain, countless white-robed assassins changed their pure white robes into blood-red robes.

Soon the Mongols and the assassins came into close combat. Under the command of the captain, all the cavalrymen put away their bows and replaced them with swords, forming special attack formations in units of 100.

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On the battlefield, screams were heard from time to time. The scimitars of the Mongolian cavalry kept slashing across the necks of the assassins, beheading them.

This cannot be called a war at all, but a massacre. These assassin armies have no fighting power at all, no formation, no commander, and no management. They only have a fanatical ideology.

They even rushed to die. Even the brave and battle-hardened Mongolian cavalry had never seen such stupid creatures.

It was just a Mongolian cavalry of 5,000 people, but after one round of charge, the white-robed assassins present suffered heavy casualties.

Countless white-robed assassins fell in a pool of blood, shouting "the true God" before their heads were crushed by the hooves of the Mongolian cavalry.

"This is simply a bunch of rabble." Hulagu came in front of Zhang Dingxia, bowed and spoke.

He did not participate in the First Crusade to the West, but only in the Second. When he went on the expedition to Europe, the fighting effectiveness of those Europeans was extremely weak, and could even be described as vulnerable.

But unexpectedly, after arriving in this Central Asian land, the Western troops here became even weaker in combat effectiveness. These people could not even be called an army at all. They were just a group of civilians who took up arms.

These assassins have undergone rigorous training and have excellent individual combat skills, but this is a large-scale legion battle, not the time to demonstrate personal bravery.

And these white-robed assassins are not berserkers, nor are they Lu Bu among men. They are just flesh and blood.

Compared to the assassins in the front who were rushing to their deaths, the peasants and bandits behind were much more cooperative and all threw away their weapons.

Then they all knelt on the ground and began to surrender to the Mongolian army. They had no intention of fighting at all.

An hour later, the last white-robed assassin died at the hands of the Mongolian cavalry with a smile on his face, while these people were still dreaming of going to heaven.

The remaining miscellaneous troops numbered about 20,000 people. These people were local ordinary farmers, herdsmen, and some hired bandits.

When the Mongolian army rushed to them, these people immediately dropped their weapons without saying a word and knelt on the ground to surrender.

Zhang Dingxia did not make things difficult for these people, but ordered his men to take them into the prisoner camp.

"Second Prince, these assassination troops have been completely wiped out by us." Several Mongolian commanders came to Zhang Dingxia, knelt on one knee on the ground, and spoke.

This battle was fought very smoothly, it was completely one-sided and a total crushing victory, the enemy had no power to resist at all.

"Well! Are any of our soldiers injured?" Zhang Dingxia nodded and asked.

"Reporting to the Second Prince, we only have a dozen brothers. We accidentally suffered minor injuries while trying to score points, but no one died." A Mongolian captain said.

The enemies we faced this time were a complete mob, without any fighting power at all. It would be embarrassing if a dozen of them got injured while fighting against such guys!
"After they go back, let them intensify their training and send them to the wounded camp first to heal their wounds." Zhang Dingxia said.

To be honest, he, as the head coach, was a little embarrassed to see him get injured in such a battle. What kind of lineup was that? It was basically no different from a pile of grass.

"Yes, Second Prince. We will send these dozen brothers to recuperate first. After they recover, we will double all their training." Several Mongolian commanders nodded and spoke.

Zhang Dingxia waved his hand, signaling others to go down, and arranged for several thousand people to clean up the battlefield and bury the bodies on the battlefield.

Tens of thousands of corpses cannot be left here. Even though it is spring now, the weather in this area is very hot.

It only takes two days for these corpses to rot and stink, which will then cause a plague, so after the war, the enemy's corpses must also be disposed of.

Soon, that afternoon, Prince Rukreddin, a dozen of his master assassins, and several bandit leaders and militia leaders were brought to Zhang Dingxia's tent.

Zhang Dingxia did not make things difficult for Ruklaiding. He did not treat him like other prisoners. Instead, he arranged a separate tent for him and treated him as a VIP.

"Rukledin, I pay my respects to the great prophet Zhizhi." Rukledin came in front of Zhang Dingxia, knelt on the ground, and spoke respectfully.

On the way here, he had already talked to several master assassins and learned that this man's father was none other than the great prophet from the East who had been rumored for years.

The identity of the Great Prophet is very honorable and has a very important position, especially in this land.

But not everyone can be called this title. It represents a supreme status and means that you are the person closest to God.

When Zhang Yong, the original monarch of the East, was rumored to be a great prophet, many of the Sultans in this land.

They all turned a deaf ear to this, and were even very disgusted with it, because they believed that it was an insult to the great prophet, the truly great prophet.

The Great Prophet is called the Sealed Prophet. The reason why he is called the Sealed Prophet is because the Great Prophet has already announced it to the world.

After his death, there will never be another person in this world who can communicate with God. He is the only one.

But now another one has appeared, and claimed that he received God's call a thousand years ago and entered God's realm.

So it does not violate the words of the first generation of great prophets.

Some local religious figures, the Sultan, and even the great Caliph immediately expressed their opposition to this statement.

We can acknowledge that you are the monarch of the East, but we will never acknowledge your identity as a great prophet. Why?

Because recognizing the identity of the great prophet is equivalent to recognizing the legitimacy of the other party's religion and recognizing the other party's right to rule.

But now he is a prisoner, so he happily admits that the other party is the child of the great prophet, which will help his survival.

And to put it bluntly, some other religious figures and other sultans have always called the Assassins heretics.

Since you all think I'm a heretic, I can do whatever I want.

"Hahaha! You are quite good at talking. Yes, I am the son of the Great Prophet. My father is the Great Prophet, and he entered the realm of God." Zhang Dingxia nodded with great satisfaction and spoke. The first target of his conquest was able to recognize his identity, which was good news for him. At least he had a good start in attacking this land.

“Son of the great prophet, it is our honor to have you come to this land and rule over us.

You will bring us closer to God and enable us to better listen to God's teachings." Rukledin said respectfully.

"Okay, let's not talk about all these unnecessary things. I have fulfilled the agreement between you and me. I have helped you deal with those troops that didn't listen to you. Now we should talk about the rest of the things. Can you help me take down the entire Assassin?" Zhang Dingxia looked at Rukledin and asked.

The reason I spared your life is because of this matter. Otherwise, there is no need for you to live.

"Respected son of the great prophet, I am very happy to fulfill the agreement between you and me. As long as I return to the Eagle's Nest, I will immediately start our plan." Rukreddin bowed his head and spoke.

"Very good, you select half of the assassin masters, and these people will follow you back to your father's headquarters. When you go back, tell your father that all of you have been wiped out." Zhang Dingxia nodded and spoke.

“Son of the noble Great Prophet, if I only bring these people back, my father will definitely kill me. This defeat will be too much of a loss for him!

If possible, please allow me to lead part of the army back." Rukreddin wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

There is no other way. If we only bring back a dozen master assassins, more than 30,000 people will be wiped out. This will be a huge blow to the Assassin organization.

You know, this time Assassins dispatched at least half of the assassin army, and spent a lot of money to temporarily put together this ragtag army.

To the Mongols, they were just a ragtag army, but to the Assassins, they were a very precious force. He had to bring some back no matter what. If he couldn't bring any back, he would have to bring some back.

There is no place for him in the Eagle's Nest, because the old man in the mountain has many wives.

His father had many sons besides him, although among all his brothers.

He is the oldest and most powerful one, but after suffering such a blow, he doesn't know what will happen when he returns!

Hearing this, Zhang Ding narrowed his eyes in fear and looked at Rukledin with a dangerous look.

The other Mongolian and Han generals in the tent also looked unfriendly.

"How can this be? We have already fulfilled our agreement with you. Now it's time to fulfil your promise, but you actually want to cheat." A Han army general stood up and shouted loudly.

"General from the East, please don't be angry. I am telling the truth. Son of the great prophet, please put yourself in my shoes and think about it.

If our positions were reversed and you encountered what I encountered, would you still be able to gain your father's trust?" Rukledin said with an embarrassed look on his face.

Hearing this, Zhang Dingxia sneered and said that his father was very good to his brothers. Even if he and others suffered a major failure and ran back, his father would just say it was okay.

But if it is these Westerners, it is really hard to say, these Westerners, especially the royal family members.

But there is not much love between fathers and sons. It is even common for brothers and fathers to kill each other. Even in the East, such things cannot be avoided.

"Second Prince! I think what this man said makes sense. If we let him go back like this, people will inevitably find out. It is better to give him some soldiers to take back. If he dares to go back on his word again, what awaits him will be our thundering blow." Hulagu bowed to Zhang Dingxia and spoke.

(In history, Rukleddin was not a very honest person. He was defeated by Hulagu's vanguard general Qudebuhua.

He fled back to his father's territory and wanted to surrender, but he showed no sincerity and even delayed the surrender many times.

Finally, the Mongolian army became impatient and began to mobilize hundreds of catapults to bombard the Eagle's Nest for several days.

This frightened Rukleddin so much that he came down the mountain and surrendered to the Mongolian army. After surrendering, he continued to make surprising moves and even offered to serve the Mongolian Khan Mongke in person.

As a result, Mengge felt that there was something wrong with this guy. And he was really useless, so he asked Hulagu to kill him.)
"Second Prince, if he is the one doing it, why is he playing tricks? Then when we defeat the Assassins, we will not leave a single one alive, regardless of gender, age or status." A Mongolian captain said.

"Bamsin! You are a local. Do you think the words of Prince Rukreddin are trustworthy?" Zhang Dingxia looked at his father's assassin staff and asked.

Everyone was communicating in Chinese, so Rukledin couldn't understand anything and could only look at Zhang Dingxia with an anxious look.

Will the other party agree to my conditions? Pearl bless me, Pearl bless me, let me survive this disaster, let Assassin survive this disaster.

If Allah can bless us, then I swear to you that in the future, Xinjiang will change and become a sultanate, and will never believe in any heretical doctrines again.

"Second Prince! I can only give you advice, but please forgive my rudeness on such an important matter. I really can't make the decision. Please make the decision yourself." Bamsin hesitated for a moment, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and spoke with an embarrassed look on his face.

It was really hard for him to say about this matter. He chose to believe the other party. What if the other party played some tricks again? What would he say?

As a person who grew up in this land, he still had to avoid certain things. After living in the East for more than 20 years, he had also learned the Oriental ways.

"Rukredin, listen to me. This is the last time. I will trust you for the last time and tell you the truth. There is a person among you Asa planet called.

The master assassin of Arafati has surrendered to us and provided us with some information about the Eagle's Nest! After you return, you'd better deal with the old man in the mountain, Aladdin, who is your father's generation.

Then lead the Assassins to surrender to us collectively. This is the only way for you to survive. "Zhang Dingxia said. (The protagonist's second son knows Chinese, Persian, and Mongolian, so he has no problem communicating with the locals and does not need a translator at all, because his mother is from Khwarezm after all.)
"Son of the great prophet, don't worry, I will never lie to you. Please let me take away fifteen master assassins and at least five thousand soldiers, so that I can go back and report to my father, the Old Man in the Mountain." Rukledin said while kneeling on the ground.

"I understand, you guys take a break tonight.

You will set out with your men tomorrow morning, and I will lead the Mongolian army to symbolically chase after you. " Zhang Dingxia nodded and said.

If it weren't for the fact that it was the headquarters of the Assassins, which was easy to defend but difficult to attack, he really didn't want to bother with this place.

Hulagu and other Mongolian generals had even suggested to him that he should send an army of 20,000 to encircle the city while the rest of them continued their westward expedition.

There is no need for everyone to waste time here, but this plan was rejected by Zhang Dingxia. For this Western Expedition, my father made a lot of preparations.

He also made a lot of preparations. During his more than a year of ruling Khwarezm, he also prepared a large amount of supplies that needed to be transported from Khwarezm.

He must ensure smooth logistical supplies. After all, in addition to the Mongolian army, there is also a large number of Han troops, and these Han troops are very dependent on supplies.

Unless a decent area is occupied, Zhang Dingxia will not easily divide his troops, especially leaving a nail on the road that must be passed.

That night, Rukledin ate a meal in the Mongolian camp in fear.

The next morning, he left Zhang Dingxia's military camp with a dozen of his trusted assassin masters and five thousand defeated soldiers.

In order to conceal their tracks, these five thousand people were released when the Mongolian guards changed shifts.

Rukledin led a dozen assassin masters, knocked down the Mongolian soldiers who were in charge of guarding, and then rescued them.

After rescuing these people, Rukreddin immediately headed towards the Assassin headquarters without stopping.

(End of this chapter)