Mount and Blade Central Asia

So when the Black Sheep King rose up again and led them to resist the rule of the Khanate, Jalal joined in without hesitation, made great contributions in the war, and became a centurion.

From the moment Mushtaq started negotiating with that Mongol bastard, Jalal knew that the bastard wanted to surrender, and what happened later confirmed it.

"It's because there are always such cowards among us that we have fallen to the point we were in! That bastard Mushtaq wants to surrender, but I don't agree!" Jalal and his confidants hid in a small house in the castle and plotted loudly.

"I've contacted a few men as courageous as me, and we're planning to take action tonight!" Jalal said to his trusted confidants, "Would you be willing to join me in eliminating the traitor Mushtaq for the Black Sheep?"

The men who were instigated naturally responded in droves, but Saib learned the news almost that afternoon.

Because it was he who first spread the news secretly and encouraged the warriors among the Black Sheep People to eliminate the traitors. He originally planned to wait for the Iranians to send their captured Black Sheep People into the city, and then select suitable candidates to do this.

But it was obvious that some people among the Black Sheep had long been dissatisfied with Mushtaq. Just a little movement and some people couldn't sit still and were ready to jump out and do something big.

The person who sold the news to Sayyib was one of the men who was as brave as Jalal. His only wish was to return home safely.

Although according to the agreement between him and the Iranians, it was destined to be a dead end, it is always good to have hope before tragedy happens.

Chapter 595 Two Blossoms

On the evening of July 7, 1409, Sayyib heard bursts of shouting and killing coming from the streets outside his temporary residence. Under the combined influence of internal and external pressures, a civil war finally broke out among the Black Sheep People.

No matter how many plans and thoughts Mushtaq had in mind, from this moment on, his act of rebellion was confirmed.

Even if Mushtaq had not died that night, he would have had only one choice from now on, which was to go all the way to the end.

So when Saib heard the shouting and killing outside, a smile appeared on his face and he soon fell asleep.

Mushtaq, who was plotted against by Sayyib, was fighting bloody battles with his confidants at this time, and killed three or four compatriots who besieged him from the darkness.

Those people were all like crazy, and each of them wanted to eat his flesh and blood alive. It was obvious that they hated Mushtaq very much.

Mushtaq was helpless at this moment and could only fight for his survival. Fortunately, in order to prevent leaks, these attackers did not connect with too many ordinary soldiers.

They couldn't connect with each other either. When Mushtaq made the compromise choice, these warriors were no longer pure warriors.

Their commander has already given them the best excuse to survive, so that they don't die meaninglessly in this strange land in a foreign country. What reason do they have to sacrifice themselves for something intangible?

Sacrifice is a word so noble that only noble gentlemen can afford it. Even ants try to survive, let alone these peasants!

So, Mushtaq survived in the end and killed all the enemies who tried to kill him, and the most difficult of these enemies was Jalal Al-Dindani.

Jalal was a veteran who had fought many battles and was not afraid of death. He was just one step away from being qualified to become a reserve member of the Brotherhood of Slaughter.

But Jalal still died at the hands of Mushtak, because Mushtak wanted to live, while Jalal wanted to die. This subtle difference made them make completely different choices in the choice between life and death.

Jalal stabbed Mushtaq in the waist and abdomen, just a finger's depth away, and Mushtaq died.

Mushtaq used himself as bait, giving his confidants the opportunity to kill the reckless man with one blow.

Before Mushtaq passed out, the last thing he wanted to do was to take advantage of the chaos in the castle to kill Sayyib. Unfortunately, he had already lost too much, and now if he killed Sayyib, he would have no way of retreat.

So, early in the morning of July 8, when the Iranians outside the city deployed their troops and prepared to attack the city because of the shouting and killing in the city last night, Sayyib was invited to the city wall by the Black Sheep people with considerable etiquette.

Mushtaq, with a face that looked pale due to injury, put on a smiling face to greet them on the city wall.

"I'd like to ask you to explain this so the Khanate troops outside the city don't misunderstand," Mushtaq said respectfully. "There was an incident last night. A few soldiers who were dissatisfied with their officers caused a bit of a disturbance. It doesn't affect our previous agreement."

"I have a feeling that last night's misunderstanding has brought our relationship closer. From now on, I don't have to worry about you making it difficult for me in front of Lord Rufeng, right?" Saib smiled meaningfully at Mushtaq.

Mushtaq, who understood the other party's implication, clenched his fists and almost drew his sword, but he finally restrained himself.

"You're joking. How could I make it difficult for you in front of that lord? In the future, we'll have to rely on you to say a few good words for us in front of that lord." Mushtaq's face turned a little red because of his excitement.

"By the way, what do you think about those soldiers I counted yesterday who wanted to go home? Are you willing to let them go home?" Saiyib asked knowingly.

"I am ashamed of your kindness and that of that gentleman, and I dare not stop you." Mushtaq's face became even redder, and the handle of the knife creaked from his grip.

"That's perfect. When the Iranian generals send the prisoners over, we'll let those who want to go home go on the road together." Saib nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly he felt a little excited about serving in the same court with him in the future.

Seeing Mushtaq unable to utter a word, Sayib shook his head. He always felt that he would regret not taking advantage of the opportunity last night to kill the other party, but who could say for sure about such things?

Saib then walked towards the city wall and waved three times to the centurion Barez outside the city. This was a secret signal they had agreed upon in advance, indicating that everything was going as planned and he only needed to wait to collect military merits.

After turning around, Saib lowered his head and kissed an exquisite pendant on his chest, which represented the symbol of the Azure Wind. The warmth from the pendant made him realize that he had performed well enough in this game of intrigue and had won the favor of the Azure Wind.

...

On the other side of the war, friction between the Black Sheep and the Armenians is also intensifying.

Erzurum is almost the last city controlled by the Armenians in the area south of Tabriz. The Armenians who live their own lives in the mountains cannot afford to lose this city.

So under Hiltberg's eloquence, these lords from the mountains formed an army that could not be ignored by the Black Sheep People and began to threaten the Van City area.

What made the Black Sheep King even more troubled was that these Armenians were colluding with the White Sheep. Needless to say, he knew who was behind this.

However, this time the Black Sheep King blamed Li Rufeng wrongly. He had no time to pay attention to the war in the north. The good situation here was basically created by Hiltberg himself.

At this time, the Knight Hefferson trained by Hiltberg no longer looked like the barbarian with his hair and beard connected together, almost indistinguishable from a monkey.

He was wearing a well-fitting leather armor that he had bought at a high price in the Erzurum market. Based on his income as a bandit, he would have had to work hard for a year and a half to afford it.

This was based on the fact that he could snatch a handful of noble lords every quarter. Heferson felt that those businessmen were just like him.

But Hiltberg told him that those businessmen made much more money than he did, which hurt Hefferson a little, as he had worked hard to maintain his "comfortable life".

"Edorard will return to his territory tonight and kill him on the way." Hiltberg said to Hefferson while drinking tea.

"Ah? Why? Isn't he my lord? I was loyal to him?" Hefelson scratched his head. He naturally had no loyalty to the little Edorad of the Sarabi family. After all, he was an imposter. He was just a little surprised by Hiltberg's order.

That's right, it was an order. Heferson knew how he changed his destiny, and after seeing the rules of the game played by those nobles, he knew he was not cut out for it.

If Hiltberg had not been guiding him from behind, he might have been tricked into being the first to stand out on the day he arrived in Erzurum, and then died at the hands of the enemy in a war with the Black Sheep People, or from a hidden arrow in the back.

Hefferson knew that many people would be happy if he died.

He still needed Hiltberg to explain the key to this in detail on the spot before he could understand the reason.

Apparently, Edoard Chalabi wasn't as stupid as imagined. Even though Hiltberg had prepared detailed documentation and background information about his identity, the news still leaked out.

However, at that time, Adorad had already completed the canonization ceremony. As the first knight canonized after he took office, his identity was actually fake, which was undoubtedly a scandal.

So Adorad couldn't say it openly. He could only take the opportunity of this lords' meeting to hint at his dissatisfaction with Heferson.

Since Hefelson currently has no descendants, it is natural that other people will be eyeing Hefelson's position.

"Then kill him. My old brothers are following me in the dark." A ferocious smile appeared on Heferson's lips. The identity of the Knight Master is just like the leather armor on his body. It looks good and is indeed useful to use.

But compared to his previous tattered leather armor, it required tedious maintenance and was not convenient to use.

Chapter 596 The enemy is losing the support of the people

As the war between the North and the South continued to fail, the Black Sheep King Carl Yusuf's forbearance finally saw a turning point.

After the dark wizards suffered heavy losses, the few who survived because of their service in the Black Sheep Army finally became obedient. They dared not disobey the orders of the Black Sheep King anymore, which directly improved the efficiency of the entire Black Sheep army organization.

Secondly, under the external pressure brought about by successive defeats, the chiefs of the Black Sheep tribes finally realized that their days of tyranny were over, and they must once again unite under the banner of the Black Sheep King and fight for the survival of the Black Sheep tribe.

"My king, Murad Jalaluddin has stabilized the situation in Batman, but he still needs more reinforcements." Abdul reported to the Black Sheep King the most important news that he had screened as usual.

Abdul knew that the internal struggles with the black wizard and the chiefs of various tribes had exhausted his king, but fortunately, these things had a good outcome in the end.

Another thing is that the Saidi family had recently given him a BMW and a large sum of money, hoping that he could temporarily conceal the fact that Mushtaq had surrendered to the Mongols in Erbil Castle.

The Saidi family naturally did not expect to keep this matter secret forever, but they had secretly hired a killer to deal with the coward, and it would only take a few weeks to resolve the problem.

Allah is my witness that the reason Abdul accepted the money and the BMW and was willing to do this favor was entirely for the internal harmony of the Qara ...

The Sayyidi family has great influence in Tabriz, and the Qara ...

On the other hand, Carl Yusuf is already old, so there is no need to tell him all the bad news, at least not before there is good news as a prelude.

"Geraldine is a steady man. Finally someone has brought us some good news in this war, right?" The Black Sheep King had a smile on his face. He was obviously in a good mood as his two worries were relieved.

It is true that the recent wars have not been favorable to the Black Sheep People, but these disadvantages were all within the expectations of the Black Demon King himself.

The Aries people have limited potential for war, and to be honest, in the eyes of the Black Demon King, the Aries people, who are of the same origin as them, are not good at fighting. They always prefer to choose the easier path.

For example, in the conflict that broke out near Batman, the Aries people certainly had the ability to contribute that city, but they were unwilling to do so.

They just watched their allies advance triumphantly on the battlefield, reaping victory after victory, and then waited for the other side to reappear as victors and surrender humbly, just as they had done before when facing the great conqueror.

The Black Sheep King looked down on them, so he never regarded them as a threat. This was also the reason why he was willing to compromise in front of those chiefs and let them start preparing for war against the Aries people.

The appearance of Li Rufeng was an accident. Before the war started, no one could have predicted that an unknown little man would quickly grow into a big trouble.

However, the Black Sheep King used his accumulated patience to set a trap that Li Rufeng could not refuse.

Only a king who has reached the age of the Black Demon King and has experienced the same hardships as him can understand what it means to exchange space for time.

The Black Sheep, facing internal and external troubles, are a tribal alliance that looks powerful but is actually not much stronger than a pile of loose sand.

When the external pressure of the Timurid Khanate was still there, they could clench their fists, but when the powerful enemy collapsed at the first touch, they became what they used to be.

Black King of Hell made too many compromises in the process of making a comeback, and these compromises have now become shackles that bind him and prevent him from completing the great cause in his heart.

Only after experiencing such a crisis of national extinction again, these black sheep people will sincerely realize that only he, Carl Yusuf, is the savior of the black sheep people.

"How many thousand-man teams have retreated now?" The Black Sheep King looked at the sand table in front of him, which was filled with small flags of various colors. Those flags represented the armies of different forces and the tense battle on the front line.

"If you count the regrouped Haidam thousand-man team, we now have a total of four thousand-man teams on hand, ready to be mobilized at any time." As the right-hand man of the Black Sheep King, Abdul is very familiar with the movements of every Black Sheep army.

"Haidam... He is not as brave as before." When hearing the name Haidam, the Black Sheep King shook his head.

Naturally, someone reported Haidam's performance on the battlefield to him.

The Black Sheep King was unwilling to believe that the warrior who risked his life to follow him had now become such a coward, but the fact was that Haidam's cowardice had led to the current state of the war.

Abdul lowered his head and said nothing. He always maintained this cautious attitude unless necessary, especially to those confidants who had followed the king and were sent to Mamluk prison.

"Have him come see me. I have something to say to him. We are all old and unfit to go to the battlefield anymore." The Black Sheep King said calmly, but he added a sentence at the end, revealing his unhappiness, "If you don't want to fight, then don't fight!"

Unfortunately, Haidam’s illness was only a minor one, and the real root of the Black Sheep people’s illness was that the Black Sheep King was only the king in name only.

When the Black Sheep King's order was passed down to the four thousand-man teams through Abdul, three of them clearly stated that they needed to rest and were temporarily unable to provide support elsewhere, including Haidam's reorganized thousand-man team.

Haidam was very clear about his current situation. Rumors about him were everywhere in Tabriz, and many people were pointing fingers at him. As long as the Black Sheep King was not deaf, he would definitely know what was happening.

But in Haidam's eyes, Li Rufeng's performance of singing all the way in his dream just verified his previous wisdom.

If he had been trapped in Urfa Castle and Mardin City, he would probably have become a pile of bones by now. This was the Black Sheep King's fault. He should have faced the Mongols more seriously instead of sending a team of a thousand people alone to face such a powerful enemy.

So facing the possible accountability of the Black Sheep King and the potential threat of war in the future, Haidam simply ran away with the hundreds of people in his headquarters who were still loyal to him.

When the Black Sheep King realized that the bastard Haidam had not lost his temper due to drinking, but had run away with his men, he was like an angry old lion, smashing everything in the room that could be smashed.

Chapter 597 A day of leisure

On July 12, 1409, Li Rufeng once again met his little maid, Satuya, outside the gate of Mosul.

Of course, this time there was no entry ceremony, no flowers, and no cheers from the subjects. Satuya had no guards, and no mountains of supplies arrived with her to make the malnourished residents of Mosul applaud with all their might.

But Satuya was still very happy. After going through so much, Satuya was still the romantic girl on the grassland. She was happy just by seeing Li Rufeng.

"Are you here to pick me up?" Satuya didn't have as many court etiquettes as Princess Parisa. Relying on her good riding skills, she rode her horse to Li Rufeng, and then jumped directly onto Li Rufeng's horse, letting her horse run away alone for a few steps.

"Why don't I just stay here and enjoy the scenery!" Li Rufeng laughed, took the little maid in his arms, and handed the reins to her to guide the direction.

"But it doesn't make sense for the master to come and greet the maid in person." Satuya leaned lazily in Li Rufeng's arms. The journey of riding on the grassland did not leave any traces of smoke and dust on the girl.

She walked and played along the way and easily conquered the hardships along the way.

"Wulhun fell ill a while ago. I thought he would not survive this time, but later the doctor in the city stewed some herbal medicine for him according to the prescription you gave him before, and he got better." Satuya held the reins and did not enter the city. Instead, he rode towards the river away from Mosul.

The personal guards behind Li Rufeng dispersed on their own accord and just followed Li Rufeng from a distance.

In the ancient ruins on the other side of the river, there are some Mosul refugees who are unwilling to return to the city and have settled down in the ruins. At this time, the smoke from cooking is faint, and it seems there is a breath of life.

But the guards were always worried that there was a dark wizard hiding among them, so they kept their bows and arrows in their hands and stared at the other side of the river.

"No one told me about this." Li Rufeng sighed. He had been away from Aleppo for several months and didn't know when he had regarded it as his home.

"Wulhun didn't let anyone tell you. He said we should obey the will of Changshengtian." Satuya explained. It was obvious that she agreed with Wuerhun's words.

"While you were away, Sayid always went to the tribe to preach. Many people were fed up with him. If he hadn't always brought eggs to give to the women, he would have been beaten up." Satuya laughed like a fox that had stolen a chicken. "I told him that if he didn't give me eggs, I wouldn't let him preach. So he always gave me eggs before he went!"

As Li Rufeng's maid, Satuya obviously has no shortage of eggs, but she enjoys the experience of being able to control those "big shots".

"Is there anything interesting at home?" Li Rufeng asked with interest.

He never forbad Sayyid from preaching, but it was obvious that Sayyid's personal ability was limited and he could not do the work of the Mongols.

The Mongols, who were unyielding to any persuasive tactics in this regard, could only be influenced by personal charm, just like the mendicant monks of the past. They needed to act as warriors, doctors, and wise men in the Mongolian tribes at the same time, and spend years to influence them from one tribe to another.

As for Sayyid, he cannot do any of the above three jobs.

"Gudeer has given birth to another son! There are now twenty sons in his family!"

"He's really strong and healthy. Are you sure it's his?"