Tumeng: I am a national advisor in the Golden Family

Chapter 619: The Fall of the Assassins, the So-called Truth (Part )
After a day and a night, Rukreddin and his five thousand defeated soldiers finally escaped to the Eagle's Nest, the new headquarters of Assura.

The return of these people did not seem to cause much disturbance in the assassin organization. The lower-level assassins guarding the mountains did not care about it at all and quickly led Rukreddin's people to the Eagle's Nest.

The Daqian Empire's westward expedition army was only half a day's journey away from them and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain.

If the Mongolian army had not wanted to let Rukleddin escape, the marching speed would have been even faster. After all, they were all cavalry, and even the Han army was equipped with one horse for each person.

After going up the mountain, Rukreddin first deployed his troops halfway up the mountain. Rukreddin himself met the assassin master spy Arafat mentioned by the Mongolian army.

"Lord Rukreddin, it seems that your battle is not going well this time!" asked the assassin master Arafati who was in charge of the reception.

"Yes! The battle was not going well. We were ambushed by the Mongolian army. On the plain battlefield, we were no match for the Mongolian army.

We returned in a disastrous defeat, leaving behind more than 10,000 bodies and more than 15,000 prisoners." Rukledin said.

Is this man a spy planted by the Mongols? How did the Mongols get him? How did they get him to agree to act as an insider?

Rukreddin was very curious. Arafat had indeed been out on some missions a few years ago, but the closest he had been was to the Ayyubid Dynasty in Egypt. He had never been to the East, and had not even been to Samarkand, the nearest city to the East.

As a result, as soon as he surrendered, news came that Arafat was also a Mongolian spy, which made him a little at a loss.

In fact, Rukreddin didn't know that Arafat was extremely nervous at this time. He really wanted to ask Rukreddin whether he had surrendered to the Mongolian army, but how could he ask this question?

The two people, each with their own ulterior motives, were smiling extremely awkwardly at this moment, chatting intermittently, and even the things they talked about were completely irrelevant.

Rukreddin wanted to know how Arafat surrendered to the Mongols, while Arafat wanted to confirm whether Rukreddin had surrendered to the Mongols.

"Master Arafati, has anything important happened in Eagle's Nest recently? After all, I have been away for several months." Rukledin asked.

"Prince Ukreddin, the old man in the mountain is still the same as before. He plays with his wives and concubines at night, and lies there smoking opium and eating honey bread and butter during the day." Arafat said.

The way this prince came back was a little special. The Mongols seemed to be escorting him all the way. They were all infantry, but Men was indeed cavalry. Under such circumstances, he was able to return safely without being caught up by the Mongols. It was simply a miracle!

"Really? My father can't just go on like this! The Mongols are very powerful, and we can't defeat them at all." Rukledin said.

"There is no way to defeat the Mongolian Prince Rukreddin. May I ask, how did you escape back this time?" Arafati lowered his voice, came to Rukreddin and asked.

Hearing this, Rukreddin's expression darkened. As expected, he had come. This man named Arafati should have surrendered to the Mongols.

"I will complete the mission, and so will you. We are in the same boat." Rukledin said.

You surrendered to Mongolia, and I surrender now, so we are on the same side, this is what Rukleddin wanted to express.

But when these words reached Arafati's ears, they meant that I had already surrendered to the Mongol army of the Daqian Empire.

"Prince Rukeleddin, I will obey your command and cooperate with your actions." Arafati's face lit up when he heard this and he spoke.

The two Mongolian envoys did not deceive him. Rukleddin really surrendered to the Mongolian army. In this case, he would no longer have any worries.

Now we hope that the Mongols can keep their previous promise and spare these innocent people.

"Don't worry, Arafat, there will be no mistakes in this plan. Don't worry, leave everything to me!" Rukreddin patted Arafat on the shoulder, then turned around and left with a serious expression.

I wonder how many people in the entire Assassin organization have been infiltrated by Daqian? It is said that the ruler of the East is Zhang Yong, the emperor of the Daqian Empire.

A large number of assassin troops were secretly trained, and all of these assassin troops and grassroots instructors were traitors from the Assassin organization.

I'm afraid that this Eastern ruler had already been plotting against them more than a decade ago. It's really terrifying!

It seems that I can't play any tricks, otherwise, death will be waiting for me.

But now he had more important things to do, to face his father, the old man in the mountain.

Then the news of the defeat was told to the old man in the mountains who was still smoking.

"Ahem! What did you say? My son failed. My proudest son let me down. How could this happen?
When we set out, he clearly promised me that he would return victorious, but now he has suffered a miserable defeat. "The old man sat up suddenly, pushed away his wives and concubines, and asked in shock.

How could this happen? How could this happen?
I am a person blessed by Allah, and my army is also blessed by Allah. Their fighting courage is beyond the reach of any other army, and they have the courage to die.

Every assassin from Assa can face the siege of three or four people at the same time. They are all masters and good at coordinated combat.

According to the calculations of the old man in the mountain, the more than 10,000 assassins he sent out were equivalent to 30,000 to 40,000 Mongolian troops.

Together with the remaining vassal troops, it is equivalent to being able to deal with the 100,000 Mongolian troops, so he advertised before the war that he had 100,000 troops.

But the reality was a slap in his face; the assassination force that he was so proud of did not bring him a glorious victory!

They didn't even last long. It's been less than a month since they were sent out, or even just over half a month.

These guys returned in defeat! How is this possible?

"Immediately, immediately, let Rukreddin come to see me, let my son come to see me, I want to know immediately what happened and why my army was defeated?" The old man in the mountain roared loudly.

The servant in charge of serving nearby did not dare to be negligent in the slightest and immediately brought in Rukledin who was standing at the door.

After Rukledin entered the hall, he saw his father, the Old Man in the Mountain, who was furious. The old man's face was extremely distorted and his whole body was shaking.

However, Rukredin only has hatred for his father in his heart. You old immortal, if you had listened to me earlier, if you had handed over the Assa organization to me earlier.

The situation would not have turned into what it is today. We only needed to collect enough food and grass, and then defend on this mountain. The Mongols would have no way to deal with us. But now you have sent out your most elite troops, and let the assassin army sent by the Mongols secretly sneak into this impregnable fortress.

Aladdin, my father, it was you who single-handedly destroyed our Assassins' hundreds of years of foundation.

"Greetings, old man in the mountains. I'm sorry that I failed to complete your task. We were defeated. We were defeated by the Mongolian army." Rukledin said very respectfully.

"How dare you come back to see me? You damn guy, how dare you come back to see me, your father? You destroyed our most elite troops. This is our most elite troops." The old man in the mountain slammed the table angrily and shouted.

“Great Old Man of the Mountain, those Mongols are very powerful. They are equipped with the most advanced armor in the world, the best horses, and the most well-trained warriors.

And what about my army? The only one that can be called elite is the assassins of more than 10,000 people. The rest are just a mob!
In this situation, how can I face an enemy that is dozens of times stronger than me? "Rukledin said. These excellent assassins should not have been carrying out such missions, and they should not have appeared on the front battlefield.

Although they are all fanatics, it is undeniable that they are the best infiltrators, assassins and intelligence seekers.

But you sent them to the front battlefield, leaving us with no way to retreat. And carrying out the orders of the Old Man in the Mountain is the greatest honor for these soldiers, because in their beliefs, the Old Man in the Mountain is the person closest to God.

"I don't want to hear any more from you! You lost the battle, you committed a crime, and now I want to punish you and deprive you of your title of heir.

From today on, you are no longer my successor, and you are no longer the next generation of the old man in the mountain. "The old man in the mountain snorted coldly and said.

Hearing this, Rukledin clenched his fists and lowered his head, but his eyes were full of ferocity.

Will I be the next generation of the Old Man in the Mountain? It is not you who have the final say, but those Mongolians. It is you who my father did not understand the situation.

"Great Old Man of the Mountains, I beg for your forgiveness. No matter how many generals you send, you will never win a war like this." Rukledin said.

"You still dare to quibble. The warriors I gave you were all the bravest, but you ruined them. Now you only come back to see me with 5,000 defeated soldiers!

I tell you, if the Mongols weren't about to attack us and if I didn't need you right now, I would kill you right away.

Don't think that I won't attack you just because you are my son." The old man in the mountain snorted coldly.

“Great Old Man of the Mountain, perhaps Prince Rukreddin is not to blame for this defeat.

The Mongolian army this time has 20 soldiers. They blocked out the sun and even the clouds. This is an army we cannot face."

At this time, the assassin elder sitting next to him couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he spoke up.

You should have anticipated this when you sent your son on this fatal mission. This defeat could have been avoided, but you chose the most foolish way.

“Great Old Man of the Mountain, please do not punish your son Rukreddin, he is still your best son.

At least he returned with an army of more than 5,000 people, and he also brought intelligence about the Mongols." Another assassin elder said.

At this point, when the masters are no longer able to carry out missions, their rank will be changed to assassin elders. Although they will no longer carry out various missions and no longer train ordinary assassin members, they will take on a higher status. That is to become the advisor of the old man in the mountain.

Before the war, many assassin elders warned Aladdin, the old man in the mountain, but he was unwilling to listen and sent his son on his own, believing that the other side would win. But when the final result came.

However, it dealt a severe blow to the self-confidence of the old man in the mountain, causing the old man who regarded himself as the spokesperson of God to suffer a serious blow to his self-esteem.

"Not killing him is already the greatest kindness I can show him. You don't have to say anything more. His status as the heir will never be restored. I will choose a better son." The old man in the mountain waved his hand and said.

Several assassin elders opened their mouths and wanted to say something, but were stopped by their companions. This old man in the mountains was not as humble as his predecessors. He was an arrogant person. The old man in the mountains of the previous generation should not have chosen him as the successor.

"My son, you have disappointed me. Although I will spare your life and deprive you of your position as heir, you still have to accept the punishment.

Come! Take him away and whip him twenty times with the sharpest whip to teach him a lesson. "The old man in the mountain said.

Rukreddin didn't say much. He bowed to his father, the Old Man in the Mountain, and then was taken away by several assassins in charge of the execution.

Soon, bursts of shrill screams were heard outside the palace. It was the sound of Rukreddin being whipped.

After punishing his son, the old man in the mountain snorted coldly, lay back on his bed, then picked up his big pipe and started smoking again.

Every time I inhale these magical herbs, I feel like I'm floating in the air, and my soul seems to have entered heaven.

Aladdin, the old man in the mountains, was intoxicated by this special feeling, as if he was standing in front of Allah.

At this moment, all the assassin elders and assassin masters present sighed, thinking that this old man in the mountains was really terrible.

That night, people kept coming to visit Rukreddin's room, including ordinary assassin masters, powerful assassin elders, and even some of his brothers.

After these brothers arrived, some expressed concern about Rukledin's injuries, while others tried to persuade Rukledin.

They told him not to go against his father, and what's worse, they even mocked his elder brother, mocking that this powerful elder brother was finally deprived of his position as heir.

Rukledin didn't say much to these people. It's ridiculous! You guys are still trying to become the next generation of the Old Man in the Mountain, but you don't know that the rule of Asa Star, the rule of the Old Man in the Mountain, will soon end.

Rukledin's wife's eyes were filled with tears. She took a bottle of plaster and smeared it on her husband's back. Was her husband really wrong? It was you who sent him to die!

Now he has to accept your punishment just for coming back alive, Old Man of the Mountain?

"Saikhana! I'm fine, no need to worry. The master assassin who executed me controlled the technique very well. Although I look seriously injured, I actually have no flesh injuries. I can recover from this kind of injury in a few days. I don't even feel any pain now." Rukledin sat up, patted his wife's shoulder and said.

His betrayal this time was also to protect the woman in front of him and his child who was only a few months old!
The Mongols did not give him much time. Both parties had agreed that he must hand over the city to the Mongols within half a month.

If the deadline is exceeded, the Mongols will immediately launch an attack, and by then there will not be a single living being in the entire Eagle's Nest.

In the next few days, Rukredin began to secretly visit some assassin elders, and began to ask them indirectly about their views on the situation and this war.

Although these assassin elders are old, they control the entire Asa Star. The most important force is the old man in the mountain, and they all rely on them.

In addition to these assassin elders, Rukreddin also took time to visit many assassin masters, and Arafat was also not idle. He also began to visit some of his colleagues.

He also brought some of his apprentices to that secret cave, the so-called paradise, and let them see the truth.

"My apprentices, see this, this is the paradise you visited. Look at those girls, they were all kidnapped from the bottom of the mountain. You stayed here for a few days, thinking you had entered the kingdom of God, but in fact you didn't know that you had all been deceived by the old man in the mountain." Arafat looked at his apprentices and said with a heartbroken face.

These poor children were originally from poor families. When they were very young, the old man in the mountains sent Assassins to snatch these children away from their parents by either robbing or buying them.

During the years when they grew up, they had to undergo various assassin trainings. However, these assassin trainings were not without injuries or deaths, and many assassin apprentices died before they even reached adulthood or came to this cave.

"Master! Is all this fake? Those brothers who died heroically will not go to heaven." A young assassin showed an expression of disbelief; his faith had collapsed.

(End of this chapter)