Tumeng: I am a national advisor in the Golden Family

"My messenger! Tell me everything you saw and heard in the Mongol camp. Why don't you speak?" The Caliph asked a little anxiously. He didn't know what the messenger was hesitating about and why he still didn't speak in front of the Caliph?

"Great Caliph, I, I don't know how to tell you everything I saw." The messenger knelt on the ground and said with a bitter face.

If this were to be said, the morale of the entire Baghdad defenders would drop to a freezing point, including all the ministers, religious envoys, leaders and the like in the royal palace.

If he behaves improperly, he might develop the idea of ​​betraying the Caliph, so he must handle this matter carefully and treat it with caution.

But if he didn't say it out loud, then when the flying weapons of the Mongol army appeared over Baghdad, it would be even more shocking and difficult to defend against.

So how do you choose? This is a very difficult thing.

"My messenger, please tell me!

Is there anything you would not dare to say in front of the great Caliph?

Is there anyone in this world who is more noble and honorable than me?" the Caliph asked angrily.

He could see that the messenger had something to hide, but in front of the great caliph, you have to tell the truth because no one can deceive the great caliph.

"Great Caliph, are there any other princes and nobles? I saw a very terrifying and unprecedented scene in the camp of the Mongol army that was on the Western Expedition. I saw something that could fly in the sky.

There is a weapon that looks like a giant human head. It allows people to ride in a hanging basket and fly high into the sky. The Mongolian army even let me sit on it myself. "The messenger sighed helplessly and finally told what he had seen and heard.

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an immediate uproar. All the princes and nobles in the Caliph's palace, some religious leaders, and even the generals in Baghdad were horrified and began to whisper to each other.

“How is this possible? The sky, the sky, that is the realm of the true God. It is a place that only the true God can set foot on.” A religious leader said.

"Could the envoy have been deceived? Could he have been cheated by the Mongols?" asked a court minister.

"No, this messenger has lived with the Caliph since he was a child and was raised by the Caliph. His loyalty to the Caliph is absolutely guaranteed. Anyone may betray the Caliph, but he will never do so." A general in Baghdad said firmly.

They knew this messenger, who was the Caliph's personal guard and one of the Caliph's most trusted people.

They have absolute loyalty to the Caliph, even beyond death. They will not let go of anyone who can slander the Caliph. Each of them can sacrifice his life for the Caliph, and will do so without hesitation.

"No matter how I explain it, how is it possible for there to be weapons that can fly into the sky? The Mongols cannot have such weapons. They are a group of heretics. How can heretics have sacred weapons?" A religious leader said angrily.

Unacceptable, he absolutely could not accept this.

"According to the battle report from Samarkand, the Mongol army that marched west did use a very powerful flying weapon.

It was this flying weapon that completely defeated Kublai Khan’s army.” A Baghdad general sighed.

The news that the Mongol army had flying weapons was brought back by a very loyal merchant, who evaded the Mongols' pursuit and returned all the way to Baghdad.

But unfortunately, the merchant did not receive the reward or respect he deserved because the Caliph found him guilty.

Because no one except the Caliph has the right to the sky. This is the realm of the true God and the realm of the great prophet. Saying such words is equivalent to touching the great divine power.

So the Caliph announced without hesitation that the merchant who risked his life to return and deliver the message had been bribed by the Mongols.

They said that he had brought back false information and that his purpose in doing so was to deceive the people of the true God and the Caliph and to spread fear of the Mongols in the city.

Eventually, the Caliph executed him. The poor merchant kept saying to his death that he was telling the truth, but no one believed him.

But now, according to the intelligence sent back by the Caliph's messengers, the Mongols may really have weapons that can fly into the sky.

"This is impossible, you are talking nonsense. The sky is the territory of the true God. It belongs to God, not to mortals!" Ha Lifa's face turned red in an instant, and he spoke angrily.

"Great Caliph, the stars in the sky, the sun in the sky, and the Supreme God who lives in the sky can all bear witness to my loyalty to you.

Everything I said is true. The Mongols do have a flying weapon. You must think of a way to deal with it. Otherwise, when this weapon appears over our city, both the soldiers guarding the city and the residents will be emotionally devastated. "The messenger knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and spoke.

"Great Caliph, we all know that your messenger is loyal to you and he will never lie to you.

Since he has spoken, it proves that the Mongols must have this extremely powerful flying weapon."

"Yes, great Caliph, what we should do now is to prepare countermeasures. We must defend against the enemy's weapons. Otherwise, the situation will be very unfavorable to us." A court minister said hurriedly.

Now, the Mongolian vanguard has arrived outside the city gate, so this is not the time to discuss whether this weapon is real or not. What they need to discuss now is whether they can survive and whether they can defend the city.

"My messenger, Awuti, you grew up with me, I believe you will not lie to me.

You have seen such a shocking thing, which is indeed beyond everyone's expectations. I understand you, please go down!
I will reward you with a delicious meal, and you can have a good rest. " Harry waved his hand, and asked someone to take his messenger away, and prepared a sumptuous dinner for him, so that he could have a good rest after eating.

But unfortunately, the messenger probably can't eat anything now.

After the messenger left, all the ministers in the Caliph's palace were very helpless and they didn't know what to do.

"My subjects, my most loyal servants, tell me, tell your Caliph, what should we do now?" Alifa looked at the ministers in the palace and asked.

"Great Caliph, you can announce to the people that the Mongols are all evil spirits from hell.

They were bewitched by the devil and used a devilish flying weapon to fly into the sky, which could eliminate the fear of ordinary people and our army." A religious leader immediately stood up and spoke.

Once flying weapons appear, they will definitely cause an unimaginable blow to morale, so in order to prevent this situation, they must think of a solution in advance.

And the best way is to say that this weapon is the devil's weapon, it comes from hell, not from God, and it is an evil flying weapon.

This can minimize the soldiers' fear. When the soldiers know that they are facing the devil, they may still have the mind to fight, but if they know that they are facing gods, they will lose all courage to resist.

"Master Habui is right, great Caliph, you should indeed issue such an order.

Only by doing this can we minimize the impact of the Mongols' flying weapons." Another religious leader said.

Hearing this, other princes, ministers, and some generals in Baghdad all nodded in agreement. This was the best way at the moment, and they should inform the people and defenders in the city in advance.

Let the people and defenders in the city be prepared, otherwise, once the enemy launches a surprise attack, the shocking power brought by this flying weapon will absolutely be devastating.

"What you said makes sense. So what should we do? Announce to the outside world that these are evil weapons given to the Mongols by the messengers of hell. They do not belong to the true God at all. The great Caliph will lead his people to defeat the extremely evil Mongols and defend this sacred land." The Caliph nodded and said with deep agreement.

“Great Caliph, in addition to this, we also have religious leaders, and even you, who must regularly go to the tower to distribute food to the soldiers guarding the city.

They were given bread, milk, honey, and fresh fruit to keep their morale high.

Let them know that the great Caliph is with them and boost the morale of the defenders. ”A Baghdad general said.

It is useless for generals like these to inspire people alone. Theocracy is supreme in this land, so it would be more effective for some religious figures to boost morale than generals like these.

"It is up to us missionaries to boost the morale of the common soldiers!

The great caliph does not need to go there." A local city religious leader said.

(Some of the names of the YSL religion are really hard to write, and they are sensitive topics, so I won’t write them. I will just use religious figures, leaders, etc. to replace them. If you are interested, you can go to Baidu to search.)
"Let us go and boost morale. The great Caliph must stay in his palace and cannot set foot in the soldiers' quarters."

Hearing this, the Caliph nodded. In their world, there was a distinction between high and low, and the great Caliph was the most precious person in the world. He could not go to the residences of ordinary soldiers.

"Great Caliph, you should listen to my advice. My advice is good. You should even take out all the treasures in your palace and distribute them to ordinary civilians.

Let them join the army and let them guard the city. There are hundreds of thousands of men in Baghdad. You just need to give them your wealth and they will loyally take up arms and fight for you. "A general named Pariditir said.

The Caliph and his predecessors have ruled this land for hundreds of years. Successive Caliphs have accumulated a lot of wealth. Their treasures are piled up like mountains. All of them are in the Caliph's private treasury, where there are gold treasures all over the ground, as well as gold and silver jewelry, and nar (that is, coins).

Instead of letting these gold, silver, treasures and a large amount of money rot in the Caliph's palace, it would be better to distribute them to all civilians, or even take them to other places to hire a group of warriors to fight against the Mongols.

"General Paritier is right! Great Caliph, you should take out your treasures and distribute them to the civilians in the city, or even take them abroad, and then hire a strong army to help you fight against the Mongols." Another general from Baghdad spoke up.

This is a very correct choice. Instead of keeping these treasures in the palace, it is better to take them out so that they can play a greater role.

"These treasures are extremely sacred and belong to the great God! They were donated by the sultans of various countries and regions.

Although I am in charge of the gifts dedicated to the true God, these things belong to the true God, and even I am not qualified to take away the items that belong to the true God. "The Caliph snorted coldly, made a gesture of praying with both hands, then knelt down to worship the sky, and spoke.

He would never take out the endless treasures in the palace and distribute them to civilians, or even take them to foreign countries to hire soldiers!
These treasures belong to the Caliph, to him personally.

So the Caliph's answer was very straightforward, even a little rogue. After all, these treasures belonged to the true God, and even I, the Caliph, was not qualified to use these treasures.

Hearing this, all the generals present looked a little ugly. What time has passed for the great Caliph?

You actually said these words. Haven't you ever used these treasures to buy beautiful girls to enrich your harem?
Didn't you invite those artists to come back and paint for you? Didn't you eat the most delicious food? Where did you get the money?

You can give this money to those beautiful girls, to those so-called artists, to those businessmen, but are unwilling to give it to your soldiers and your people?

You have to know that this money was brought by these common people on their pilgrimage by tightening their belts and living frugally.

"Great Caliph, perhaps we can use Allah's treasure once. Allah will not blame us. You can explain it to Allah." A religious person said after coughing twice.

Come on, great Caliph, at this hour, you still want to be a miser?

If these treasures were left, would they be able to have offspring? Would they be able to grow in number? If they were left in the palace, they would be nothing more than a pile of glittering stones.

After the Mongols capture Baghdad, these barbarians will not show mercy to you just because you are the Caliph.

They will brutally kill you, plunder the beautiful women in your harem, kill all your princes, plunder your princesses, and burn down our great city, the great palace of the Caliph, and even the great Palace of Wisdom.

The once-mighty Khwarezm Empire was destroyed in this way. All the male descendants of the last Sultan, Mokmak, were killed.

Only a few beautiful princesses survived and were chosen by the Mongolian leaders to marry them.

"I have already said that those treasures belong to Allah, and no one can touch Allah's things. If you need money, please donate!

You have collected a lot of property, so donate it for the benefit of all of us." The Caliph said.

It is impossible to ask him to take out money. The princes and nobles in Baghdad, even the religious leaders and generals, all have considerable wealth. In this case, why don't you contribute some?

Upon hearing this, all the princes, ministers, religious leaders, and even generals present changed their expressions slightly.

How can you be a monarch like this, great caliph? Although you are a theocratic leader, you must be sensible in doing anything.

"Great Caliph, for the protection of my wife, for the protection of my children, for the protection of my elderly father and mother.

I am willing to donate all my family's property and my personal property." A Baghdad general sighed and said.

As the general in charge of the battle, he deeply understood how serious the consequences would be if the Mongols broke through Baghdad, and what terrible consequences their wives, daughters and children would face.

"I do too!"

"I also wish for the great caliphate."

"All the property in our Qingzhen Temple can be donated." A religious leader also stood up and said.

"I am also willing to contribute half of my property."

Basically all the princes and ministers present, the governors, general managers, some religious leaders, and some generals, expressed their opinions and took out a part of their own money.

The Caliph could no longer sit still after seeing this scene. Even if he was stingy, he could not save face at this moment.

"I just received a revelation from the great Allah. The great God told me that I can use part of my property to help his people. This is his mercy, this is the mercy of the great Allah." Alifa raised his hands, knelt down and spoke.

"Thanks be to the great Allah! Thank you be to the great True God!" A large group of people knelt down in the Caliph's palace.

After some donations and fundraising, the Caliph finally got some money and ordered his most loyal subordinates to take the money to the Ayyubid dynasty and Egypt to recruit a group of troops, and then notify the Sultan and the queen of these two regions.

Let them lead their armies immediately to Baghdad to come to the rescue and help the great Caliph resist the Mongolian army. (End of this chapter)