Mount and Blade Central Asia

Chapter 646 Crazy, everyone is crazy!

At this time, outside Baghdad, Mushtaq had already approached the city with his men.

As a new generation of black sheep born in Tabriz, Mushtaq never thought that one day he would run so far away and carry out such a complicated plan.

But after all, he had experienced so many things, and at least his acting skills had greatly improved. He was not as easily seen through by Sayib as his first false surrender, and was eventually tricked.

"Open the door! Open the door! I am Mushtaq Talib Sa'idi! The commander of Erbil Fort!" Mushtaq knocked loudly outside the gate of Baghdad. He was covered in dust and dried bloodstains were faintly visible on his armor.

"Erbil Fort has been breached! We need to enter the city! Let us go in and rest!" Mushtaq's voice was hoarse. He had not had a single drink of water since yesterday noon, just to present the most realistic embarrassment.

"Governor Tavel has ordered all city gates to be closed to prevent intruders!" the guards at the gate replied. "We need to report to the Governor. Wait!"

Mushtaq glanced back at Sayib, who was hiding in the team. Seeing him nod, he pursed his lips and shouted again, "For the sake of the Black Sheep King, at least give us some water first!"

Soon, several water bags in leather bags were thrown out by the defenders, and some simple food was also thrown down from the city wall. It was obvious that the defenders on the city wall still had a certain degree of sympathy for these escaped compatriots.

"Thank God, we have been starving for a long time!" Mushtaq rode closer, hung all the supplies on his horse's back, and thanked the defenders on the city wall.

They didn't wait here too long. Before Mushtaq finished the bread in his hand, Governor Tawil appeared on the city wall.

"Wasn't Erbil Castle breached long ago? Why did you come here only today?" After all, Tawil was neither blind nor deaf. Although he lived in a remote corner, he had been paying attention to the situation on the front line.

However, Li Rufeng and the Iranians kept the fact of Mushtaq's surrender very secret. The news was not spread any further except to the Black Sheep King in Tabriz.

"The roads to the north have been blocked by the Iranians. These are the only ones left out of my team of more than 500 people. We can't go north any further and can only go south. Fortunately, the city of Baghdad is still in our hands..." Mushtaq's tone was full of sadness when he spoke.

This is not entirely acting, but he is indeed a bit jealous. If Li Rufeng had chosen to attack Baghdad instead of Erbil Castle, it would probably be this governor who is pretending to surrender outside the city wall now, right?

Tavel stood on the city wall, frowning as he looked at the defeated army below. It would be impossible to say that he had no doubts at all.

Li Rufeng had just started to raise an army to attack him, and this group of people came. It was too much of a coincidence.

But now his force was isolated outside the territory of the Black Sheep People. What the soldiers needed most was morale. If these defeated soldiers were not allowed to enter the city, it would have a huge impact on morale.

Moreover, Tawil also needed to know some of the latest news about the front line from Mushtaq. He certainly knew the Saidi family. A big part of the reason why he asked for the city of Baghdad from the Black Sheep King was actually because he envied the life of the Saidi family.

So after thinking for a while, Tavel ordered his men to open the city gates and welcome all the defeated soldiers in first.

Anyway, his brother has already brought an army three times the number of these defeated soldiers and has taken precautions at the city gate, so there will probably be no trouble.

"The city gate is open!" As the heavy cost of Baghdad city slowly opened, the Kurds in Mushtaq's team gradually became nervous.

Although the Black Sheep also recruited some Kurdish tribes as their vassal army, the number was ultimately small. The Black Sheep did not even have time to internally absorb other Turkmen tribes, so the demand for the Kurds was not that great.

Outside the city walls, they could still deceive the Black Sheep People by disguising themselves in clothes and armor, but once the two sides met formally, the lie was exposed.

After all, even if the soldiers under Mushtaq were really that weird, most of them were Kurds, and they would never follow a defeated general across thousands of miles.

Under normal circumstances, the Kurds would disperse and return to their tribes as soon as they lost the war, as if they had never appeared.

As long as they don't rob their old employers before leaving, these Kurds will be considered loyal enough.

So when the two sides meet, their disguises are exposed.

As Mushtaq entered the city of Baghdad, the only remaining Black Sheep people in the team gradually crossed the city gate line, and the Kurds following behind also began to get nervous.

They all gripped their swords and bows tightly, and their horses snorted continuously because of the sudden tense atmosphere.

The horses all knew that under normal circumstances, this was the moment when the master would lead them to charge, but now the master did not convey the message of charge through whips and slogans, which made the war horses begin to feel confused.

Horses are very intelligent animals and when they get nervous, they can even trip themselves out of distraction.

This atmosphere was quickly conveyed to the Black Sheep people in the city through their war horses. Tavel's younger brother was also a veteran warrior. He frowned in confusion and stared at the defeated army.

They did look very disheveled, with disheveled clothes and dust on their armor, but upon closer inspection, the horseshoes of each warhorse were in very good condition, and the hoof prints left on the ground were mostly intact.

This is not the condition of a horse after traveling thousands of miles. Something is wrong, ninety percent of it is wrong!

"There's a problem! Close the city gates!" Tavel's brother suddenly shouted, "These people are traitors!"

But it was too late. More than half of the soldiers had already entered the city gate. As he shouted loudly, several Black Sheep men behind Mushtaq suddenly rode out and left their team, shouting: "They are traitors! They defected to the Mongols! Shoot them! Quick!"

Mushtaq’s family knows their own business. Others may have a chance to repeat themselves, but he certainly doesn’t. He can only go down this path.

So the moment the matter was exposed, he was determined to fight his way out of the city and ensure that the city gates remained open.

Mushtaq immediately drew his bow and aimed his arrow at Taweel. As long as the governor of the Black Sheep people here died, the morale of the remaining Black Sheep people would plummet, and their battle would be half won.

But Tavel's brother was faster. The moment Mushtaq raised the bow, he had already completed the action of aiming and shooting. The arrow accurately pierced Mushtaq's arm, causing the arrow in his hand to fall weakly to the ground.

"Shameless villain! Your opponent is me!" Tavel's brother launched a charge without caring how many soldiers behind him could react and catch up with him. He just rushed forward.

However, the Kurds behind Mushtaq threw several bundles of square packages in his direction, with several long cotton threads stuck on the packages.

That was the purest cotton thread Mosul could provide. It burned very quickly, and to prevent the cotton thread from extinguishing in the middle or falling off the package itself during the rolling process, there were four such cotton threads on each package.

At this point they were all on fire!

Tavel's brother didn't know what the package was, so he subconsciously turned the horse's head, causing the warhorse to bypass the package and still point it directly at Mushtaq.

The next second, he regretted it.

Because the package exploded less than a meter behind him.

boom!

Mushtaq didn't know what was going on because it had nothing to do with him. He didn't know what the Kurds threw out, nor did he know why it exploded.

This was obviously a backup plan, and this backup plan should have come from Sayib, who was just a tool to trick the city gate open.

Now that the city gates are open, the real plan has just begun.

Mushtaq felt as if he had gone deaf and his brain had become dull. He could see the enemy rushing towards him, but only his upper body was flying in the air with a look of astonishment on his face. The soldier closest to him was yelling something at him, but he could hear nothing.

The warhorse under his crotch seemed to have gone crazy. It used all its strength to throw the knight behind it off and disappeared in the smoke ahead.

Under normal circumstances, even if the horse was frightened, Mushtaq could roll over and dismount with a beautiful move, but now he just watched in a daze as he lost his balance on the horse's back and fell heavily to the ground.

He may have broken a few bones, but the pain did not reach his brain immediately. All his senses seemed to be stuck in the quagmire like hearing, and it took a while for the pain to reach his brain.

Mushtaq watched as the Kurds went crazy, throwing more packages at the Black Sheep.

The only difference was the Kurdish horses, which were not affected by the roar of the explosion like their horses.

Although some Kurdish horses were frightened and threw off their riders, they were a minority after all.

These Kurds must have blocked the ears of their horses in advance, Mushtaq thought silently while lying on the ground, not realizing that he would most likely be trampled to death by the cavalry behind him in the next second.

As the pain in his body gradually spread to his brain, he seemed to come back to life, realized his dangerous situation, and struggled to climb on the ground, trying to get closer to the wall.

Then he saw several Kurdish knights behind him who were fearless and threw the packages directly near the city gate. In the violent explosion, they were also engulfed by the blast.

Crazy, all crazy!

Mushtaq finally climbed to the wall and curled himself up to avoid the crazy Kurds, but a piece of debris flew from somewhere and hit his helmet, knocking him unconscious.

Chapter 647 Towards Greatness

The Mongolian cavalry led by Hulujirga had been lurking in a valley less than two kilometers outside Baghdad. They had been waiting for the signal to attack, and the signal they were waiting for was said to be a deafening explosion.

Waiting for the signal and quickly approaching the city is not a problem. The difficulty lies in such a team lurking so close to Baghdad without being discovered.

This is simply an art. Huluchirjia and his men had to send out a large number of scouts to kill all the Black Sheep People who found them.

In order to make their targets as small as possible, these cavalrymen all had only one horse, which meant that their advantage in mobility was greatly weakened and they only had one chance to attack.

"When will the explosion happen? Can the sound of the explosion be heard so far away?" A Mongolian centurion looked into the distance anxiously, like an ant on a hot pan, and asked for the umpteenth time.

The question he asked was also the question in the minds of every cavalryman. Although most of them had seen the artillery under Lord Rufeng firing and heard the explosions, they had not heard of any friendly forces bringing cannons this time!

"Explosion! Explosion!" A sentry who had been sent to the front to listen for the explosion came back shouting, "Explosion! It's a signal! I see smoke!"

"Are you sure? Are you sure you heard the explosion?" Hulucierjia stepped forward and asked in a calm tone.

He and other centurions knew very well that a strong city like Baghdad could not be conquered by their cavalry. Only a surprise attack could be successful. There was only one chance, and if they failed, there would be no hope.

"I'm sure! I saw it!" the sentry said with certainty. "It wasn't just one explosion, it was going on all the time. It was quite a scene!"

"Hahaha, brothers, follow me and charge!" Hulucierjia suddenly burst into laughter and rushed out first.

A two-kilometer journey takes only ten to twenty minutes for cavalry. If it is a charge, the speed will be even faster.

So when Hulujirga and his men saw the city of Baghdad, the battle was still going on, but there was no longer the explosion sound that the sentry had described.

But there was one thing he was not wrong about, that was Lord Rufeng's plan, which had succeeded once again. The city gate was still open, and bursts of shouts and cries of killing were coming from the city gate.

However, Huluchirjia also saw another group of Black Sheep cavalry coming from other city gates, trying to rush to the city gate that was tricked open and attack from behind.

The Black Sheep people also discovered Hulujirga's troops at the same time and immediately quickened their pace.

At this time, whoever can reach the city gate faster will have a great advantage.

The advantage of the Black Sheep cavalry unit is that they are closer to the city gate, while the advantage of Huluchirja and his men is that after running for two kilometers, their speed has increased, and they can reach the city gate in a straight line without turning.

"Victory is at hand! The opportunity to relive the glory of the Mongol Empire is ahead! For Eternal Heaven! For the glory of the Mongols! Charge!" Huluqier shouted loudly. His words were responded to by all the Mongols, and the shouts shook the sky for a while!

The speed of the Mongolian cavalry increased visibly. They crossed large tracts of sand and stepped onto the gravel road built in Baghdad. The sound of horse hooves suddenly became louder.

At this time, Huluchirjia, who was in the front, was less than a hundred meters away from the city gate, and the Black Sheep cavalry closest to the city gate was a little closer than him.

Hulucierjia drew his bow and arrow while on horseback, and shot three arrows in succession without affecting his running speed. Although none of them hit the target, it greatly affected the speed of the Black Sheep vanguard, slowing them down a little.

In the end, both sides gathered at the city gate almost at the same time, and the space suddenly became narrow. Due to the lack of light, neither side could see the situation inside the doorway, and they didn't know whether there were any obstacles inside or what the situation was.

Considering the speed of both sides, any obstacle would result in the death of both horses and people.

But the more times like this, the more it tests people's courage. Hulujirga never lacks courage. All he has in his eyes is the city gate entrance and the black sheep vanguard.

A sinister grin appeared on the corner of his mouth. He simply threw away the bow and arrow in his hand, drew his saber, and prepared to chop down the enemy the moment they met.

Behind Huluchaerjia, a dozen or so Mongolian knights who were also skilled in riding also lined up in a row, using their superb riding skills to control their speed, ready to rush straight into the city gate with Huluchaerjia, using their bodies to clear the way and pave the way for those who would come later!

In this situation, the black people were intimidated, and the black sheep man in the front couldn't help but slow down his horse, trying to better control his mount.

Unfortunately, he was greeted by another Mongol's sarcastic smile. In this life-and-death struggle, losing speed means losing everything. He was shot in the forehead by an arrow from a Mongol cavalryman and fell off his horse, and then was trampled into a pulp by his own horses.

Of course, his role was more than that. His corpse made the three or four Black Sheep men who followed closely behind him lose their rhythm. Huluchirjia saw it clearly. When he rushed into the city gate, a Black Sheep man directly hit the wall of the gate. The crisp sound of the broken bones was terrifying.

And Hulucierjia also lost his vision for a few seconds in the alternation of light and darkness in that instant.

At this moment, he could only leave his fate to Changshengtian and his shaman, praying to Changshengtian for mercy and blessing him not to bump into anything, otherwise his best fate would be the same as that of the black sheep man.

One second, two seconds...

When Hulucierjia regained his vision, he had already walked straight through the doorway and entered the city he had been longing for!

"uraika!" Hulucierjia roared, opened his arms as if to embrace the sunshine, and walked past and chopped off the head of a stunned Black Sheep soldier with his saber.

Until the moment of death, the dark soldier still couldn't figure out where the Mongols who killed him came from?

Saib, standing in the shadows, smiled. Everything went smoothly as he planned.

Now, the only ones left to deal with are the Governor Tavel of the Black Sheep People and those dark wizards.

Of course, everyone else is just a foil. Saib has already known through the Blue Wind that the most important target he needs to solve this time is a very difficult black wizard.

He can even be said to be the enlightener of all dark wizards, the first dark wizard in the world, and he witnessed the burning of the Palace of Wisdom by the Mongol Empire with his own eyes.

However, the bigger the figure, the more excited Sayyib will be. After all, human life is limited. Who doesn't want to become a great figure like Saladin or Timur and leave his own name in history?

Sayyib is on the road to greatness and has no intention of stopping.

Chapter 648 Baghdad's Revenge

boom!

The huge explosion sounded directly into the Abbasid Palace, making this palace, which had been quiet for only a few years, recall the past when it was conquered by the great conqueror.

Nasidin frowned and tried to move his limbs, but it was obvious that the dark wizard who captured him had tied him up very tightly, leaving him no room to move.

He couldn't even remember how he was captured, but the fact was that Naseedin's last memory was of the crows staring at him.

"Those Mongols again..." Ali, who was standing not far away, changed his expression. A blood vessel in his rotting arm burst, and blood instantly filled the subcutaneous tissue, leaving a large dark red area under the equally shriveled skin, a pattern like a birthmark.

Ali closed his eyes, and his will instantly descended upon the body of a crow that he kept in the palace. The crow flapped its wings and flew high with the corrupted soul, and soon saw the chaos happening in the city from the air.

Although fierce clashes were still breaking out between the two sides outside the city gate, Mongolian cavalry continued to rush into the city through the city gate. The soldiers on the city wall fled in fear after the first explosion.

These Black Sheep people who lived in a corner were just tribal warriors not long ago and had no idea about gunpowder weapons, but now they have suffered. Even though the officers kept shouting at them to return to the city wall and play their role from a high position, they turned a deaf ear.

Although Governor Tavel was a tribal chief, he had learned and improved a lot during his career as governor in the past few years. At least he knew that he could not control such a big city by relying solely on the warriors of his own tribe, so he also recruited some local militiamen as usual to serve as human background boards on the city walls.

These militias can at least handle the public security issues in Baghdad on a normal basis. Neither the militias themselves nor the people of Baghdad who cause trouble are willing to let the Black Sheep intervene.

But if you expect them to hold their posts in such a situation, you are overestimating them. The Baghdad militia, which accounted for two-thirds of the defenders on the city wall, fled without looking back, and the morale of the Black Sheep People was also broken.

Although Tavel wanted to call on the tribal warriors to forge ahead, he had been away from the front line for too long. Without his brother to help mediate, the centurions did not trust him at all, so there were some problems in the mobilization of the Black Sheep People.