Tumeng: I am a national advisor in the Golden Family

"Messenger of the Caliph, please come in! This is our flying artifact." The soldier next to him made a gesture of invitation.

The Persian merchant who was translating nearby also said this.

"Is this, is this some kind of torture device? Is this something used to kill me?" The Caliph's messenger looked at the huge hot air balloon in front of him and said with horror.

It looked like a huge evil ghost's face, with a person sitting under his chin in a giant hanging basket, and there were two soldiers in the basket.

"Don't worry! Messenger of the Caliph, our commander has no interest in killing you. When you go up, please be obedient and don't touch anything. Otherwise, some serious accident may occur.

For example, if it falls from the sky, that would not be good. It doesn't matter if you die, but we cannot damage our flying device and the pilot on it." A Mongolian captain who could speak Persian said.

Allowing you to ride on a flying vehicle is a gift to you. Even for Mongolian generals like us, we are only allowed to ride on this flying vehicle and fly around if we have made great contributions.

Soon, the Persian Caliph's envoy, whose legs were weak with fear, was taken onto the hot air balloon and put on a safety rope.

The soldiers in charge of operating the hot air balloon were not so enthusiastic and friendly towards the caliph's messenger. They simply tied up his hands with ropes in a very rough manner. After all, if something unexpected happened on the hot air balloon,

Then you will be the one who loses your life!

The Caliph's messenger was already frightened and had his hands tied. He then was put into the hot air balloon basket, which soon began to heat up and took off.

When the hot air balloon really took off, the Caliph's messenger was stunned, and even his legs began to tremble, watching himself leave the earth and fly into the sky.

At this moment, his beliefs completely collapsed. How could this be? How could this be? The Caliph, the Caliph is the supreme being in this world, not these pagans. Why do these pagans have the right?
Why should they do that? Why should they do that?

The sky belongs to the true God, and the land belongs to the real realm. This is a place that only the prophet and the prophet's successor, the caliph, can set foot on. Even the caliphs of all generations cannot set foot on this realm.

But now, now he has stepped into this field. If it were normal, he would be very excited and think that this is the call of Allah, the call of the true God.

This is the supreme honor, this is a gift, this is glory, but at this moment, he has no such thoughts.

Because this magical weapon that can fly into the sky does not belong to the Caliph, nor is it given to the Caliph by the true God, but is brought by the enemy, the enemy who wants to destroy the Caliph.

"Merciful true God! How can you abandon your most pious servants? We are all your servants!" (To clarify, YSL humans are true servants, Christian humans are children of God, Buddhism is about all beings being equal, and Taoism is about not having enough fate to enter our school.)
At this time, the Caliph's messenger was close to collapse, and he kept praying.

The soldiers in charge of operating the hot air balloons didn't understand either, but they could sense that the Caliph's messenger seemed extremely desperate. Even his eyes were filled with a gray look.

"What's wrong with this barbarian? Why does he look like his father has died?" said a soldier in charge of operating the hot air balloon.

"You ask me, who should I ask? Maybe he was too excited, so he cried." Another soldier in charge of operating the hot air balloon said.

"You're kidding. He's too excited. How can he have the same expression as if his father had died? He's obviously desperate."

“I’m confused by what you said. It’s always an honor to ride on this flying machine!

I heard that the Western envoys were very excited after riding this hot air balloon. It is said that their Pope also rode this hot air balloon. "

"Yeah! But this guy is like his father has died."

The two pilots in charge of the hot air balloon could not understand why the Caliph's messenger was in so much pain.

However, the two of them still faithfully carried out Zhang Dingxia's orders and flew in the sky for a stick of incense with the caliph's messenger before controlling the hot air balloon to slowly descend.

After landing on the ground, the Caliph climbed out of the large basket of the hot air balloon, then knelt on the ground and struggled to free his hands.

After that, he faced the direction of Baghdad city and began to pray continuously, muttering words that no one could understand and kowtowing continuously.

"Second Prince, I think this man has gone insane. Can he really send us a letter in this state?" A Han army general came over and asked quietly.

"It shouldn't be that serious!" Zhang Dingxia said.

His mother and Aunt Fatima, along with some Persians and Westerners under his father's command, were all very crazy after seeing the performance of the hot air balloon.

He doesn't look desperate at all!
It took a long time for the Caliph's messenger to recover. At this moment, his eyes were lifeless and he looked like a walking corpse.

"Can you still be an envoy? If you can't be an envoy, tell me." Zhang Dingxia said.

Is this guy useless? I made him fly up and fly around. If he is useless, then my investment will be in vain.

"My Eastern monarch, did your father really see God?" the Caliph's messenger turned around and asked.

This was a very important question for him and he had to figure it out.

"It seems that you can still deliver letters, so leave my military camp and go back to tell the Caliph that soon I will capture the city of Baghdad and completely raze it to the ground." Zhang Dingxia said.

In the future, he will establish a country on this land, but the core ruling area will not be Baghdad or Muciyi. This place will be controlled as the frontier of his empire.

Because even if the people here perform great miracles, they can only gain some trust in the early stages, after all, they are not people from this land.

Even if they are temporarily submissive to him because of his powerful military force and so-called miracles, once he dies, his descendants will surely be overthrown by them if they rule this land again.

Therefore, the best core ruling area is the former land of Khwarezm, and the people who can truly accept him are his mother's clan, the Khwarezmians.

The city of Samarkand will become its capital, so Baghdad, the political and cultural center of this land, must be destroyed in order to maintain the rule of the empire.

More importantly, Khwarezm is relatively close to the East. According to his father's idea, once the train is developed, they can use the train to communicate.

If any rebellion occurs here, the Central Plains region can provide support at the first moment.

"If you are also a servant of the true God, then you should not be our enemy," said the Caliph's messenger.

"I am not a servant of God, and I will never be anyone's servant in my life." Zhang Dingxia said.

As a servant of God, my father has taught me since I was a child that the so-called God is just a higher level of life.

Those alien gods who took his father away were probably different from him. They were also a mortal race, but they had obtained more advanced powers.

Because the knowledge they passed on to their fathers were things that mortals could learn, but how could they possibly create the knowledge and magic of God?

His father once said that all the so-called artifacts he brought back could be created in the future, but people today are just not able to do that.

Even some divine weapons that are now incomprehensible or even unimaginable to mortals were created by his father.

Moreover, his father had left behind a large amount of forbidden knowledge, which would be the driving force for the entire empire to move forward in the future. Moreover, his father had also vigorously trained various craftsmen, studied various mechanical drawings, and even encouraged them to conduct their own research and invent more advanced artillery and more advanced energy systems.

Although I haven't seen any significant results yet, my father has told me that I must persevere and continue to research these latest technologies and weapons in order to maintain my greatest advantage.

After the country is established in the future, I will also instruct my descendants to continue researching these new weapons on the land of Khwarezm.

Because my father said that human beings are imitative animals. When you demonstrate a weapon, you will only achieve unexpected results the first time.

If you use it more, the enemy will learn from you, study how to crack your weapons, study how to restrain your weapons, and even imitate your weapons.

This is not an exaggeration. During the last Western Expedition, his father used gunpowder as a weapon on a large scale on European soil.

The weapon of gunpowder has also been targeted by people in the West, and they are constantly conducting research on it.

Although the gunpowder used now is not as good as that of the Daqian Empire, it is undeniable that those Western scholars and alchemists have mastered the configuration of gunpowder.

All they lacked was a recipe with perfect proportions, but with constant experimentation.

These Westerners will eventually master firearms, so if we want to suppress them, confidentiality measures alone are not enough, and we must continue to innovate.

"Great Eastern Commander! Although my faith has been impacted, I still remain loyal to my master. The Caliph is our orthodoxy." Obviously, the Caliph's messenger's tone has begun to soften at this time.

No longer the arrogant attitude he had before! Now the other party seemed to have recognized the reality. This powerful Eastern commander was indeed not someone he could mess with.

"But the tone of your voice is no longer as confident as before. What's the matter? Don't you think that my attack on Baghdad will bring about the wrath of the gods and various natural disasters?" Zhang Dingxia asked.

"Then goodbye, great Eastern commander. Even if you are the messenger of God, the great Caliph will not sit idly by and wait for death. We will be ready for war if you dare to come. Unless all the men in Baghdad are killed, don't even think about setting foot in the city." The Caliph's messenger took a deep breath and spoke.

At this moment, the messenger had already decided that after returning to Baghdad, he would directly say that the flying artifact was fake, because he absolutely could not tell others what he had seen and heard.

Once what they have seen and heard are told, Baghdad will be finished. The Caliph will be scared to death, and all the princes, ministers, and even the garrison will be scared to death.

By then, the entire defenders of Baghdad will be defeated without a fight, and their homes will be destroyed.

"Hahaha! Okay, very good, you can go back!

Remember to tell the Caliph everything you see and hear. It doesn’t matter if you don’t tell him. Wait until my army reaches Baghdad.

I will naturally take the flying vehicle to the center of your city." Zhang Dingxia said.

Alifa's messenger opened his mouth, but said nothing more. He immediately turned around and left the Mongolian camp.

"Second Prince, this envoy was so arrogant when he came. Are we just going to let him go? Shouldn't we teach him a lesson?" A Han army general said.

"Yes! Second Prince, in my opinion, we should cut off his ears or gouge out one of his eyes." Another Han army general said.

After humiliating their own commander like this, they naturally had to humiliate him thoroughly. It was a bit unwilling for them to just let him go.

"I don't think it's necessary, Second Prince. You can find someone to cut off all his beard. For people in this area, beard is the most precious thing. It is a symbol of masculinity." A general of Khwarezm said.

As an old neighbor of Baghdad, Khwarezm was quite familiar with the Abbasid Dynasty. In fact, 30 years ago, if Genghis Khan had not suddenly launched an expedition to the West, it might have been Khwarezm that launched an expedition to Baghdad.

The Sultan of Khwarezm at that time wanted to take the position of Caliph into his possession.

"No need! He will naturally spread fear after he goes back. Cutting off his beard and humiliating him will inevitably lead to some setbacks." Zhang Dingxia said.

"Second Prince, in my opinion, even if this man returns, the eight ministers probably will not tell the people in the city what he saw and heard today. Such words will have a huge impact on morale." Guo Kan said.

"Hahaha! I don't expect him to send a message to the army. We will set off tomorrow and head directly to Baghdad.

Along the way, if they dare to send troops to fight us in the field, we will annihilate them. If they don’t send troops to fight us in the field, we will surround Baghdad City. "Zhang Dingxia said.

He had expected this, but would it be useful if you didn't tell us? Would we not be able to see you if you didn't tell us? This was impossible.

"But Second Prince, we still have to wait for the troops from Western Europe. It will probably take more than half a month for them to arrive." A Mongolian captain said.

"We have a total of 20 troops. Even if we need to allocate some troops to guard other occupied areas, it won't take that many people. By then, we can still have more than troops heading to Baghdad.

We will first surround the city, and then notify the reinforcements from Western Europe to go directly to Baghdad to join us." Zhang Dingxia said.

Now he didn't want to wait any longer and went straight to Baghdad to see the Caliph.

"That's good! With our current military strength, it is enough to completely besiege the city of Baghdad." Hulagu said.

"In that case! Que Debuhua and Guo Kan, each of you will lead 10,000 Mongolian cavalry, and each of you will lead 10,000 Han cavalry, and set off immediately.

As the vanguard, head to Baghdad. If any army dares to fight you in the field, you must annihilate them." Zhang Dingxia said.

"I obey your command!" As Zhang Dingguan's order was issued, the Mongolian army began to move westward, with 10,000 Mongolian cavalry and 10,000 Han cavalry.

They set out that night to follow their general, and each of them carried fourteen days' worth of dry food.

Early the next morning, the main force led by Zhang Dingxia began to advance towards Baghdad city after breakfast.

After learning that the Mongolian army had begun to attack, Baghdad also symbolically sent some troops to resist, but the infantry troops they sent were easily annihilated by 20,000 cavalry at the first encounter.

Even without using flying artifacts or advanced firearms, the cavalry's bows and arrows as well as sabers could still crush these Western troops.

The Baghdad coalition forces were defeated all the way, and seven days later, almost on the same day when the messenger just returned to Baghdad, all the way in the morning and afternoon.

The vanguard of the Western Expedition Army, a total of 2 cavalrymen, arrived at the city of Baghdad at a speed that was beyond the imagination of all officers and civilians in the city.

None of them expected that the Mongol army heading west would arrive so quickly and so swiftly?
They didn't even have time to send some civilians outside the city into the city, as the 20,000 vanguard troops had already surrounded the city.

At this time, people in Baghdad were in a panic. Everyone knew that the Mongol army was coming. The Mongol army had really come to their holy land, to the holy city of this land. (In fact, there are several holy cities, but I won’t write their names. Writing the name Baghdad is actually quite dangerous. Damn it!)

"Messenger, why are they unwilling to listen to me? Don't they know what the consequences of attacking the holy city where the Caliph is located?" The Caliph looked at his messenger and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

The messenger kneeled on the ground and sighed helplessly. He really didn't know how to tell the great Caliph what he had seen and heard. (End of this chapter)