Mount and Blade Central Asia

Hulucierjia seized the opportunity. Although he had less than twenty riders with him, he rushed along the city road towards the military camp without hesitation.

It is not only the ruling center of the Black Sheep in Baghdad, but also the warehouse where Taweel stores taxes. According to Shaw Walad's information, at least one quarter's taxes of Baghdad are stored there.

Hulucierjia knew how generous Li Rufeng was, which was why he cared about that little bit of money, so whoever got the money first would get it!

This time, it was not just them who participated in the war, but also Mushtaq's gang and the Golden Arrow Mercenary Group. However, by the time the Golden Arrow's slow infantry entered the city, they had already looted all the valuables!

Hulucierjia let out an excited howl, which was like a signal, and his companions around him understood it instantly.

In terms of numbers, they are at a disadvantage, and the only way to maintain their advantage is to create chaos, maintain chaos, and keep the enemy busy.

And in this matter, they are professionals. As a semi-professional soldier group of the Khanate, although Huluchirjia can't read a single word, he was taught by his father how to set fire professionally and connect the fire points with the help of horsepower.

The subtlety here lies in that they want to use fire to drive away the enemy and use fire to block the enemy. On this basis, they must ensure that the fire does not spread too much. After all, everyone comes here to seek wealth and military merit. If you burn the wealth and the enemy's bodies to ashes, what else can they ask for?

Along with Huluchirjia's howling, the cavalrymen lit more than a dozen torches and threw them out like flowers from the sky. Although the fire was not big and was easily extinguished, some were always missed in the chaos.

So when they rushed past, they left a trail of smoke and dust behind them, showing the way for those who came after them.

The Mongols entered the city, and the news of the Black Sheep People's defeat spread throughout the city like smoke in the air in a blink of an eye.

Some Black Sheep people who were on duty at the other end of the city only saw the billowing smoke in the distance and heard the news that the Mongols had invaded. For a moment, they didn't know whether to stay at their posts or organize people to provide support to the rear.

The Black Sheep People, who were originally few in number, were cut into pieces. Although Tavel was on the scene to command, he lost the opportunity to regroup because his brother was killed in battle and he was chased by a group of Mongolian cavalry. He could only flee to the military camp in a panic.

But Ali saw clearly from the air that the other group of Mongols rushing straight towards the military camp were much faster than Tawel. Even if their numbers were too small to directly attack the military camp, it would be difficult for Tawel to return to the camp safely.

"Waste." Ali sighed and withdrew the connection between himself and the crow. The crow, having lost the connection, immediately twitched, fell from the air, and died on the ground.

"I gave you many chances, but you rejected my kindness. Now there is no deal. Your body is mine." Ali looked at Naseedin's strong body and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He could see that Naseedin was the perfect vessel.

Ali has had enough of being tortured by his decaying body, and this time he is going to perform a dangerous ritual to replace the souls of the two people. If successful, he will directly replace Naseedin as the owner of this name and will no longer be cursed by the curse of decay.

But this ritual also comes from the gift of the blue wind. Ali doesn't know what his success rate is under the current circumstances, but things are not at a dead end yet.

In the blue storm, Ali sensed the change in the direction of the blue wind, but he firmly believed that one thing would not change, that is, the blue wind longed for change, longed for betrayal, and longed for conspiracy.

So Ali is going to return as Nasidin, place himself next to the shaman, and wait for a suitable opportunity to give the shaman a surprise. I believe that Blue Wind will like such a change. After all, this is also a betrayal.

Ali was gambling, gambling that the Blue Wind was not sincerely cooperating with the shaman, this was revenge from Baghdad.

"No!" Naseedin suddenly stood up and spat out a blade from his mouth, which directly pierced Ali's eyes!

Chapter 649 Everything is as planned

The willow-leaf blade hidden in his mouth is Nasidin's last trump card, and it is also the reason why he still wants to take the risk alone even though he knows it is very dangerous here.

It was one of the few weapons of the entire Musashi sect that survived the destruction. It contained miraculous power and its prototype was a scimitar from the East collected by the famous assassin master Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.

It is said that Master Altaïr had always opposed the Mountain Lord's worship of the Four Wind Gods within the sect, so he had always been independent of the sect and founded his own Assassin Brotherhood. It was not until the castles of the Murashii sect were destroyed one by one by the Mongols that he led the Brotherhood back and provided assistance in the reconstruction of the sect.

The scimitar in his hand is said to have come from a Mongolian general whom he assassinated. The scimitar itself contains the power to destroy demons.

However, in the later development of the sect, as the remaining forces belonging to the Murasaki gradually absorbed members of the Assassin Brotherhood, in order to eliminate Altaïr's influence, the skilled craftsmen in the sect dissolved his weapons and cast them into lancets that symbolized the identity of the assassins.

Rather than being a weapon, it is more like a status symbol, kept close to the body by every assassin who goes out on a mission.

If these assassins were carrying out the mission of breaking daggers, these scimitars, which symbolized their status, would be put back into the scabbards before carrying out the mission and enshrined in the castle.

This time, Nasidin removed all the attachments from the scalpel, leaving only the two small blades the length of finger joints as hidden weapons.

If he died like this, he would really have cut off his path to heaven because he would have lost even his own identity.

But Nasidin did not regret it. He had failed once before, and he failed again last night. Nasidin, who regarded himself as a sharp dagger, could not accept these consecutive failures.

He has his own pride, although not much, but it is almost the main reason why Nasidin has been able to persist until now through round after round of elimination.

The scimitar that was ejected by the small muscles in the mouth did not have much force. In fact, apart from these daggers, there was probably no one else in the world who would specifically practice this method of suicide.

But this does not mean that it has no effect, because the two sides are close enough, and Nasidin is aiming at the dark wizard's eyes.

Ali let out a scream of pain. He was indeed careless. He had just disconnected from the crow and had never expected that the young man he had controlled would have such a means of counterattack.

The small, willow-shaped blade pierced Ali's fragile right eye, causing further damage to his already fragile and decaying body.

What’s more important is that this injury not only hurt Ali’s body, but also hurt his soul.

Even a dark wizard like Ali couldn't boast that he had seen all the strange magic in the world, so he didn't know why such a small blade could cause such harm to him.

Ali only knew that this sharp blade contained a miraculous power that did not belong to the Blue Wind!

This power was now flowing freely in his brain like boiling lava, roaring and destroying those things it despised - knowledge, wisdom, conspiracy, and even everything cherished by the Blue Wind.

They were so incompatible that the initial interaction between the two sides was like cold water meeting hot oil, causing Ali's brain to crash instantly!

Nasidin looked at the unconscious dark wizard lying on the ground and knew that this was his best chance. He continued to struggle hard, trying to break free from the restraints.

This was certainly not a meaningless struggle. Naseedin had been trained in this area and remembered it clearly, not forgetting it at all.

It was a test that came without any warning. No, now that I think about it, that test was not completely without any warning. Before the test, the instructors had already taught the nine children, including Nasidin, how to use joint dislocation to break free from simple restraints.

But for the instructors in the castle, most of the bondage methods in the world can be classified as simple restraints.

However, for children who are only twelve or thirteen years old, even if they have experienced several life-and-death tests, it is difficult for anyone to take the initiative to try to break free from the restraints by breaking their fingers, dislocating their arms, etc.

The result was that that night, all of them were knocked unconscious, and when they woke up again, they were tied up and thrown into a secret room where water was slowly being released.

In the end, only four children survived, including Naseedin, so he knew that as long as the angle was right, he could break free this way. It was just a matter of time and a little luck...

Click!

With an unpleasant sound, Nasidin fiercely broke free from the restraints of one arm. Of course, he could only use the remaining four fingers to continue to break free.

In this situation, pain itself became the best stimulant, allowing Nasidin to fight against the drug that the dark wizard had used to knock him unconscious.

Nasidin quickly broke free from his restraints and then wasted no time walking towards the crossbow thrown in the corner. The pain did not affect his movements. He was glad that the dark wizard was very lazy when there were no other servants to serve him. All his equipment was piled in a corner of the room.

All he needed to do now was pick up the crossbow, aim at the dark wizard and shoot him with an arrow.

Nasidin would never risk close contact with the body of a dark wizard. In the few teaching contents about dark wizards, the instructors have emphasized this point.

puff!

The crossbow arrow pierced the dark wizard's heart directly from the side. Nasidin didn't know whether the scalpel caused the dark wizard to fall into a coma, but out of caution, he didn't intend to disrupt the current situation and avoided the vital area of ​​the head.

The dark wizard just trembled, showing an instinctive reaction, and did not move any more. This made Nasidin breathe a sigh of relief. He completed the process of stringing the bow with difficulty again and shot another arrow at the throat to make sure that the other party was dead.

This time, the dark wizard did not respond at all, and his body did not rise or fall with breathing.

He must be dead, right?

Nasidin hesitated for a moment, turned and left the room to look for the flammable materials and torches he had found during his advance scouting. Only when he saw the dark wizard burned to ashes could he feel at ease.

The moment Naseedin left the room, Ali, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his intact eye, stared at the direction Naseedin left, with a trace of panic on his face.

In a practical sense, he should be dead.

This decayed body could not withstand such damage, but Ali remained conscious, and this was what he feared most.

Under normal circumstances, his soul should have left his body by now and occupied another body through an unknown channel.

But now, Ali is trapped in this body.

He could clearly feel that as his body functions stopped, the oxygen content in his blood was decreasing, brain cells were dying in large numbers, his thinking was getting slower and slower, and his soul was also withering.

The small dagger was like a magic needle, nailing him to the corpse.

Ali's soul screamed in terror within his body, but it was meaningless. No one could hear the sound except himself. The vocal cords of this body had been damaged, and even if they weren't, he wouldn't have the strength to shout.

Why is this happening? Ali didn't see any footage like this in the future, he didn't see any news about death, it shouldn't be like this...

Ali struggled just like Naseedin had just done, except that Naseedin was fighting against the ropes that bound his body, while Ali was fighting against death itself.

No, I can't die.

Ali tried his best to keep his mind active. He forced himself to perform endless complex calculations to force his brain to continue working.

He recalled the days when he worked as a translator in the Palace of Wisdom, and the days when he was surrounded by countless knowledge and wise men. Each of them shone with the light of civilization like stars in the sky. They all believed from the bottom of their hearts that they would create a great country, an unprecedented civilization!

Then, a fire came and reduced everything to ashes.

What fell from the sky was the ashes of all the achievements they had made over the past decades, and what flowed on the ground was the blood of the wise men.

Everything was shattered under the iron hoofs of the Mongols, and the blood-red light and shadow gradually became the only moving image in Ali's mind.

No, the flames were not fake. Ali realized that the flames were real, and that the assassin was setting his body on fire to make his death come faster...

No, I refuse!

Ali cheered up and saw the day when he would become a dark wizard again.

After the burning of the Palace of Wisdom, it was the first time he felt satisfied, the first time he slept soundly at night, and the first time he felt that there was a chance to start over.

Ali saw himself picking up a pen and writing countless words of wisdom on paper. He hid more obscure and mysterious knowledge between the lines, and only those who were more greedy and adventurous could see them.

He was extremely happy for everyone he led onto the right path, and he laughed heartily at the death of every fellow traveler who dug his own grave because of his stupidity, because the blue wind was also extremely happy and would laugh heartily as well.

No, Ali suddenly realized that was no longer his original intention. When did he become so weird?

He thought hard, tried hard to shake off the influence of death, and finally saw a new scene. It was his guide, a man named...

Well, Ali couldn't remember the name. He only remembered that the other person came from the northern mountain country. After his homeland was burned by the Mongols, he traveled to the Palace of Wisdom. It was he who passed on the wisdom of the Azure Wind to him, allowing him to become a disciple after the destruction...

Ali tried hard to recall the blurry face in his memory, but he couldn't see it clearly. Finally, he remembered a picture. He saw the other party using a delicate little dagger when cutting paper, which aroused Ali's curiosity.

"Ali, you will see it again one day in the future. I saw this scene." The guide at that time showed him the dagger itself with a strange smile on his face.

And that dagger was the same one that was stuck in his eye!

"It's a pity, but everything is as planned." The guide said this at last, and Ali's memory came to an abrupt end.

Chapter 650 It’s done

Seyib took advantage of the chaos at the city gate and walked directly into Baghdad with only a few Kurds as guards.

What surprised the Kurds was that the Black Sheep People seemed to have noticed them completely and let them pass through the entire defense line and walk straight towards the towering palace.

Sayyib even had time to help the unfortunate Mushtaq on the way and tied him to his horse to prevent him from being trampled into a pulp by the reinforcements of the Mongols and the Black Sheep Peoples who came later.

When Mushtaq woke up from his coma, Sayyib had already rode into the magnificent gate of Abbasid Palace. All the Black Sheep who were originally responsible for guarding the palace ran to support because of the explosion at the city gate.

Here, it is not just Tavel who dislikes black wizards, his people also don't like the existence of black wizards, or to be more precise, it should be said that most black sheep people don't like the group of black wizards.

Those dark wizards are not trustworthy, and they perform blood sacrifices from time to time.

Although most Black Sheep people have never seen what those bloody rituals are like, the evil aura they exude and the obvious pagan behavior tendencies of the black wizards are enough to tarnish their reputation.

After Governor Tawil left the Abbasid Palace, the soldiers stationed near the palace were only nominal guards, and none of them were willing to protect these dark wizards.

"Everything is just right." Sayyib looked at the empty palace, tied the reins of his warhorse to the intricately carved railings, and loosened the rope that secured Mushtaq.

The still dazed black sheep man fell directly off the horse and groaned on the ground for a long time before he struggled to get up.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Mushtaq asked in confusion, looking at the unfamiliar environment around him.

"It won't be long, my friend. The good news is that Baghdad will soon be ours. The bad news is that from now on, you will become the person the Black Sheep King most wants to get rid of." Sayyib looked at Mushtaq and smiled with satisfaction.

Obviously, Saib was very proud that the surrendered general he recruited could be of such great use today.

Mushtaq could only respond with a wry smile. No matter what the original reason was, he was now on the pirate ship and couldn't get off.

It's no surprise that the Black Sheep King wanted to get rid of him. If you count Erbil Castle, this is his second time "surrendering" a city, and his contribution is almost comparable to Li Rufeng himself...

But that adult did not trust him either. For example, the Kurds who made great contributions this time had no idea about the explosives in their hands, so that when the explosion first happened, he was as confused as his compatriots who were thrown into chaos by the explosion.

"You can rest here for a while. I'm going to go in and take care of some small problems." Saib adjusted his armor, the scimitar hanging on his waist, and a horseback bow. Although it was highly likely that he would not have to take action himself, he still needed to be prepared.

"Oh, by the way, if someone runs out of the palace later, please stop them for me." Saib and several others threw the spare weapons on the ground and gave them to Mushtaq to use, then walked into the palace without looking back.

Mushtaq looked at the weapons on the ground and then at the unattended warhorse. For a moment, it occurred to him that he should ride on his horse and escape back to Tabriz while the chaos was going on to wash away the injustice done to him.

He believed that as long as he could get back to Tabriz before the troops in Baghdad were defeated, with the help of his family, he would be able to turn black into white.

But does that make sense?

Can he go back?

Mushtaq hesitated for only a few seconds before picking up the weapons and looking towards the palace gate with a vigilant look. He had no chance to get off the boat now, nor did he want to.

He is a Black Sheep man, a "noble" among the Black Sheep people, and a well-educated talent. Therefore, he sees the plight of the Black Sheep King and the strength of Li Rufeng more clearly than other Black Sheep people.

The Black Sheep King needs to balance the interests of the major tribes, appease his supporters while showing enough sincerity to satisfy his "enemies". The entire Black Sheep Dynasty is like a child who has not grown up and was suddenly placed on the back of a wild horse.

And now the fierce horse was struggling hard, trying to throw the tiny rider off.

In contrast, Li Rufeng rarely had such concerns. Although it was unknown how he did it, from what Mushtaq could see, Li Rufeng firmly controlled the military power within his own forces, and he had his confidants in every position.