Mount and Blade Central Asia

Digran had seen a crossbow before, as there was one behind him. That thing could indeed shoot through two people, but could one person do such an exaggerated thing with a bow and arrow?

He widened his eyes. At this time, he was less than seventy meters away from the other side of the river. The man shot the bow again, aiming at the raft in front of Diglan's right.

hum!

This time, because the distance was too close, the arrow pierced through four people!

And because of the shaking of the center, the raft turned sideways directly, and the soldiers wearing double armor like Diglan didn't even spit out a bubble.

Digran was extremely scared, and the soldiers behind him were even more scared, but no one made a sound. Everyone waited in silence for the roll of death.

Perhaps it was God's blessing that the death-like knight did not attack the raft where Diglan was. He did not finally breathe a sigh of relief until he stood on the land on the other side of the river with both feet.

But Diglan soon knew why he was lucky... When he blew the whistle to gather his soldiers, there were less than sixty people left in the century, and the horse archers had already moved forward along the riverbank to harass other people crossing the river.

Responsible for welcoming them was a pure cavalry team led by Huluchirjia and Habashibuhua!

Diglan tried hard to shout to his soldiers to form a dense formation, but it was of little use. These soldiers had no time to line up, and their spears were still on the rafts at the back, so they could not resist these cavalrymen at all.

Hulucierjia took the lead, riding with nearly fifty cavalrymen behind him, and directly dispersed the infantry troops who had just landed and had no time to form a formation!

This was completely different from the previous cavalry charge, which was a thrilling fight between life and death. When Li Rufeng sat on a tall horse and used a scimitar to chop at the infantry who were half a body shorter than him, the advantage of the cavalry was immediately reflected.

The huge war horses themselves are a deterrent. When more than fifty groups of war horses galloped

At that time, the infantrymen who were not in formation had no capital to resist at all, they couldn't even stand steadily!

The scimitar slashed through the opponent's armor, but these things did not bring more protection despite the added speed. The hot blood splashed on the back of Li Rufeng's hand, as if reminding him that this was the feeling of killing.

(You killed the Armenian tribal militia, your experience points +120)

（你的骑术+1，27/50，你的单手武器+1，12/25）

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(You killed the Hezhongdi tribal militia, your experience points +120)

（你的骑术+1，28/50，你的单手武器+2，14/25）

During a charge, Li Rufeng chopped down two enemies. The continuous system prompts seemed to remind him what his golden finger longed for.

But there were more than one hundred men landing on the riverbank. Even with a brave warrior like Haishar, they only had time to stop one of the teams.

Another century had successfully landed and assembled on the riverbank. They were in neat formation, fully equipped, and in high spirits.

Without the charge of heavy cavalry, the tribal cavalry, which was mainly light cavalry, posed a limited threat to this kind of infantry team. Fortunately, the infantry could not achieve any tactical goals under the harassment of the cavalry.

The two sides were deadlocked on the river bank.

No one knows what will happen next or which side the war will tilt towards. The soldiers facing each other can only muster up their courage and believe that they can win.

The infantry team moved slowly and cautiously towards the Taierbahe tribe. The officer hid himself among the soldiers and refused to show his head. He had seen how the enemy's giant archers wreaked havoc.

But his voice was still loud, directing the pace and rhythm of the infantry team. Every fifty steps to the west, the entire team would stop to rest.

The tribal cavalry following them were actually in the same predicament. Many of them were injured and their physical strength was declining rapidly, especially Haishar. His arms were shaking so much that he couldn't even hold the weapon steadily, let alone draw the bow. Two consecutive battles had overdrawn his limits.

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Author's words: I still can't catch up no matter how hard I try. I got off work a little late in the evening. I'm really sorry. I'll send you 2,000 first. There will be another chapter later.

Chapter 33: Dorst's External Force

Digran Aghashiyan's troops collapsed and were defeated on the river bank before they even had time to launch a counterattack.

He dived into the nearby river, took off his armor, and swam, finally saving his life.

But the young men he brought from his hometown were not so lucky. Diglan saw the blood left by the corpses dyeing the riverside red, and the wounded soldiers lying on the ground wailing, waiting for death to come.

This was a brutal civil war with no room for mercy on either side. Diglan watched helplessly as the Mongolian cavalry retreated along the riverbank.

After those special forces had gone far away, Diglan swam back to the shore from the water, and three soldiers who were as smart as him also climbed up the shore tremblingly behind him.

These people looked at each other in silence, and under Diglan's order, began to look for wounded soldiers who could still be saved.

But behind them, a small boat, a real boat, came from the other side of the Euphrates River. Dost, his personal guards, and the man dressed as a wizard in a black robe were on this boat.

"They were still able to organize a counterattack, and one of my centurions was lost. Your little tricks are not as effective as you said, wizard." Dost's voice was a little dull.

He was wearing thick armor and a Crusader-style helmet on his head, which made it impossible to see his expression.

Ever since the Black Sheep sent this wizard, Doste replaced his helmet with this antique.

After witnessing the miracle of Karl Yusuf with his own eyes, Dost completely turned to the Black Sheep Dynasty. He was unable to fight against the dynasty that held such power.

"Don't worry, Lord Wan Hu. These rebels will not escape your grasp." The black-robed wizard spoke confidently. "These soldiers' sacrifices will not be in vain. I can use their deaths to curse your enemies."

"However, you need to take care of the few who are still alive. A complete centurion is a whole, and it is more valuable than a hundred ordinary dead soldiers." The black-robed wizard said to Dost with a smile, "You need to make a small sacrifice."

Dost looked around and found that the guards around him were all of Persian descent. They might be afraid and disgusted with the wizard's magic, but they would never betray him because he was the only one who could represent the rights of the Persians in this land.

As for those Armenians, since they could not contribute to the war when they were alive, they might as well make some contribution to the situation after they die.

The boat quickly approached the shore. When Diglan saw Dosit, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he still saluted Dosit's husband with grief: "Lord Dosit, we..."

Digran was stunned before he could finish his words. The guards in black armor walked forward and suddenly killed the survivors when they were completely unprepared.

Three black-clad guards surrounded Diglan. Although Diglan was a brave warrior, two fists could not defeat four hands. After only two rounds, he was defeated by a guard.

A sword stabbed into his ribs.

"Why?!" Diglan used up his last bit of strength to look at Dost, as if seeking an answer.

But Dost turned his face away. He did not want to face these soldiers. Although they were not of the same race, at this moment, it was indeed he who sold these soldiers to the dark wizard.

"Do what you should do." Doste said coldly to the man in black robe.

The black-robed wizard laughed strangely a few times, as if mocking Dost's guilt. He jumped off the boat, letting the river water wet his robe and shoes. He reached out and scratched the corpses passing by. When he saw a corpse lying down, he turned it over and smeared a light blue fluorescent powder on the forehead of the corpse.

There were a total of fifty-two bodies, forty-four of which were from the Armenian Second Heavy Infantry Century, and eight were the dead left by the Tailbahe cavalry. The wizard smeared the powder on the foreheads of all these dead bodies without discrimination.

The wizard was muttering words that no one could understand, with bursts of blue light surrounding his cloak, and the corpse seemed to emit a faint fluorescent light.

I don’t know if it was Dost’s illusion, but for a moment, when the wizard turned around and looked at him, he seemed to see a third eye growing on the other’s forehead.

But this soon stopped being surprising to Doste, because the wizard summoned a soul from the corpse!

A Mongolian residual soul emitting a light blue light looked like it was about to dissipate at any time. He lowered his head in a daze and saw his own corpse. The sick expression on his face gradually became exaggerated and distorted to a degree that a normal person could not achieve.

The loyal Persian guards around Dost all took a step back. When faced with this unknown fear, the only thing mortals could feel was fear.

"Who is leading you to fight?" The wizard's words slightly diverted the Mongolian soul's attention. He raised his head and tried to find the owner of the voice. However, perhaps the wizard was deliberately showing off his skills, and the remaining soul flew straight in front of Dosite!

"It is Shaman Rufeng who is leading us in the battle! It is Shaman Rufeng who is leading us in the battle!" The voice of the remnant soul was not loud, but it was extremely cold. The voice was like a thin thread that kept drilling into the ears of Dosite and the guards, making people shiver.

"Okay, rest in peace, I don't need you anymore." The wizard chanted words again that no one could understand. The remnant soul took a last look at his own corpse, as if unwilling to die like this, and suddenly pounced on Dost.

However, Dost's helmet suddenly lit up, and the remnant soul pretended to stagger, turned around and pounced on the guard soldier closest to him!

The personal guard was indeed an elite, and his reaction was very quick. He raised his hand and swung his knife, but the blade went through his body without affecting the movement of the remnant soul at all, and it instantly disappeared inside the personal guard's body.

The guard was trembling all over. He suddenly lifted up his helmet and vomited all over the floor. His face was pale and he looked like he had just had a fight.

"What's wrong with him!" Doste asked loudly.

The wizard shook his head nonchalantly: "It's okay. Men in the army are very powerful. I'll just drink some strong liquor and sweat it out when I get back."

Despite what the wizard said, none of the guards, including Dost, wanted to get close to the possessed guard. They were instinctively afraid...

"Now you know, Lord Wanhu, their new leader is Shaman Rufeng. Do you know him?" The wizard savored the name and expressed contempt for the word shaman.

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Author's Note: It took me a bit longer to write these 2,000 words than I expected...

Chapter 34: Holding Power in Hands

Li Rufeng, who was being targeted by others, was returning to the camp under the protection of Habashibuhua.

They need to organize more soldiers. The Taierbahe tribe is a large tribe and they have no shortage of warriors. If they follow the average standards of this land, this tribe can easily form a cavalry team of more than 300 people, each of whom can be considered skilled in archery and horsemanship.

It's just that the tribe had been attacked before, and the horse farm was isolated outside the camp by the enemy, so it takes some time to reorganize the team.

Wu Sali is the person in charge of the appeasement work. After the death of Taierbahe and his son, he is now the most prestigious person in the tribe.

Although Wu Sali himself is in a stage of doubting his faith, Li Rufeng still has to rely on him to clean up the mess in the camp.

Otherwise, they could only find an opportunity to escape. Li Rufeng had already discussed with Habashibuhua and others on the way. If they could gather another cavalry team, they would take the risk and fight. Otherwise, they would just take Bater and others and run away.

Fortunately, Wu Sali did not waste this time. When Li Rufeng rushed into the camp on horseback again, he had already organized manpower and was putting out the fire. The able-bodied men gathered together and were distributed weapons and armor by the veterans.

"Everyone who can hold a weapon, follow me!" Seeing this, Habashibuhua didn't waste any more time. He held up a head he had harvested on the road. "The enemy is on the riverbank. They are crossing the river to kill the women and children here. If you are still the invincible Mongols, stand up!"

"I am Habashibuhua, a subordinate of Shaman Rufeng! I once followed Sultan Timur to attack the city of Ankara! I am Batulu, awarded by the Sultan himself!" Habashibuhua shouted loudly, "Follow me! Shaman Rufeng will protect the soul of every brave man!"

Li Rufeng looked at those

His eyes were filled with fear, but he steeled himself and drew the magic sword from his horse's back, holding it high. "Eternal Heaven! Anyone who refuses to fight for the survival of their people will have their soul forever exiled from the Tengri grasslands!"

In the darkness of the night, the greatsword, which was over 1.4 meters long and emitted a faint glow, allowed everyone to see its true appearance, and the show effect was instantly maximized.

Li Rufeng, who had just killed several people and was covered in blood, finally looked like the image of a shaman in the herdsmen's memory, which immediately dispelled the depressed atmosphere in the camp.

Wu Sali stared at the long sword with his eyes fixed on it. As if he had seen hope, his eyes lit up and he shouted, "Praise to the Eternal Heaven!"

Habashibuhua took one last look at Li Rufeng, and seeing that he nodded stubbornly, he immediately took more than fifty herdsmen who responded to the call and left the camp to go to the horse farm to find a mount.

They had just repelled the cavalry of the people from the river, but this did not mean they were out of danger. Those people from the river would definitely come back.

Relying on his battlefield experience, Haishaer managed to buy the entire Taierbahe tribe a breathing space of nearly fifteen minutes.

Therefore, Habashibuhua needed to ensure that the Hezhong cavalry would not come back. Li Rufeng judged that Duosite did not bring too many soldiers this time, otherwise he could launch an attack during the day and directly subdue the Taierba tribe with a powerful force.

The only explanation for launching a night attack like this and using some means to kill Tairbahe and his son by long-range shooting is that he does not have enough soldiers and he wants to act in secret.

These were all evidences that Li Rufeng felt he could take a gamble on. As long as he could hold on until dawn, he could squeeze out more combat power from the Taierbahe tribe.

It was because Taierbahe and his son had planned to rebel before, so they put all the war horses under control, and all the horse breeders in the entire tribe gathered here, otherwise it would not be possible to find so many fighting soldiers so quickly.

At this time of year in previous years, the entire Taierba tribe would be divided into several parts, with some having three or four hundred people, and others having around a hundred people, and they would be distributed along the Tianshui River to facilitate the acquisition of more materials and drinking water.

And now, with Habashibuhua taking away more than fifty people again, the tribe is still bustling with people.

"We can at least gather another half-hundred-man team." Wu Sali stood beside Li Rufeng and said coldly, "Any man taller than the wheel can be considered a qualified soldier."

The reason why he made a special mention of this was because Li Rufeng had previously left Wu Sali with the impression of being so gentle and refined. He even promoted education in his own tribe and required all children to be literate.

"Be compassionate. Just adult men will suffice. If they fail, even the children won't change the outcome." Li Rufeng shook his head. "I'll leave it to you. Just gather a team of fifty men for me."

From Li Rufeng's point of view, the child soldiers riding on horses can barely be considered soldiers and can be used. If there are no horses, the negative buffs brought by the child soldiers far outweigh their role in serving as heads.

Wu Sali stared at the magic sword in Li Rufeng's hand, and with a strange fanaticism, he carried out Li Rufeng's orders.

At this moment, the shaman who was doubting his faith found the proof he had been longing for for many years in Li Rufeng.

The power of Changshengtian really exists, and that sword is the evidence!

Li Rufeng felt uncomfortable with Wu Sali's gaze and put the magic sword back into the scabbard. At this time, there were only two militiamen left with him from the tribe. One was named Hadanerba, who was the first person to discover the flesh hound, and the other was named Bao Rizhebu, who was a good archer.

Of course, after witnessing Haishar's archery skills, Bao Rizhebu was in a state of self-doubt. Every time he saw the short bow he used for horseback shooting, he felt that it was soft and not a good bow.

"Let's go and see the prisoner." Li Rufeng said to his two remaining bodyguards, asked others about the location where Muzaffar Natanz was imprisoned, and rode directly there.

The two guards in charge of guarding Muzaffar Natanz were still standing by his side diligently, but when they saw Li Rufeng, they all respectfully made way, obviously acknowledging Li Rufeng's current authority.

"Go, don't waste time here, go find Wu Sali. You are all warriors, you should make merit on the battlefield instead of wasting your opportunity guarding prisoners." Li Rufeng patted the guards on the shoulder and sent them directly to the battlefield.

The guards looked at the prisoners inside with some hesitation, but ultimately did not say anything in rebuttal.

At this moment, he finally felt that he was about to grasp the Taierbahe tribe in his hands. Li Rufeng smiled at Muzaffar Natanzi and placed his scimitar on his neck. "We meet again. I wonder if our previous agreement still stands?"

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Author's words: This is the third update today, 2333

Chapter 35 Reasons

"What happened out there, Shaman?" Muzaffar's voice was somewhat playful, and he was obviously pleased with the attack on the Tailbakh tribe. "You treacherous pagans have finally received retribution. No matter who your enemies are, I wish them all the best!"

"May their knives be sharp enough to take your heads, and may their bows be accurate enough to pierce your hearts!"

He cursed all the Mughals with vicious words, his eyes filled with resentment, "Your children will all become slaves! Your men will die without a burial place! Your women..."

"Okay, stop wasting your breath. What does what you said have to do with me, a Tang person?" Li Rufeng sat down opposite Muzaffar, took out a piece of dried meat from the bag, and started to eat it with small sips of the water provided to Muzaffar.

For a shaman who had just chopped down three people, eating could not only calm his mood but also replenish his strength.

Even now, Li Rufeng's hands are still shaking. The excitement that war brings to people is unprecedented. Even if you are a time traveler, even if you are the highest-ranking shaman in the tribe, even if you have a golden finger...