Mount and Blade Central Asia

He was even more anxious than Medina Tah to drive the shaman out of the tribe...

Under Medinatah's gaze, Tulik remained silent. Even when the woman's eyes were wide open like bulging fish eyes, he still kept his mouth shut.

My soldiers came to me at noon and said they planned to kill you and your children. Tulik drank the wine in his glass, mixing it with his own blood. His words terrified Medinatah. "If I hadn't stopped them, this place would have been a river of blood."

"Let's face it, Medina Tahe. The civilians out there regard Shaman Rufeng as the incarnation of Changshengtian. Wherever he walks, people dig up the dirt with his footprints, dry it at home, and worship it." Tulik threw down his wine glass and stood up. "The soldiers regard him as the incarnation of Genghis Khan, saying that as long as they are under his command, no one can defeat them."

"Why doesn't he care about you?" Tulik asked, looking at the people in the tent, "Because he is the master of this place!"

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Author's Note: Today is a big chapter. I saw some comments asking me to write something that fits the platform's characteristics. Are you referring to the Scarlet Wind content or the Daifen Wind content? -

Chapter 50: The Forgotten Captive

When the sun rose again, the bustling Tel Baha tribe had returned to its former tranquility...well, at least some areas had returned to their former tranquility.

One-third of the tents in the entire tribe were completely destroyed in the war, and less than half of the tents were intact.

This large tribe, which had a total population of over 1100, was left with just over 800 people after the war, and nearly 200 of them were injured.

In this era, sometimes a minor injury is enough to take a life. Even if Li Rufeng was made of iron, he could not endure three consecutive nights without sleep. He didn't even know how he fell asleep, or whether he fainted.

He only remembered that he had finished suturing an open wound and was about to call the next person when the person stood up and lost consciousness.

When he woke up, the temperature in the tent was so warm that he forgot it was early spring. He felt his hands sting as if the skin had been peeled off.

That was skin damage caused by prolonged exposure to strong liquor. The only cure was time. However, judging from the slippery feeling on his fingertips, someone had applied horse oil, which relieved the pain to a certain extent.

Laxma and Satuya slept in Li Rufeng's tent. Apparently, the two of them had taken care of him all night. One of them was leaning against Li Rufeng's feet, and the other was near the door.

The child moved back and forth a bit. After all, this kind of thing was too common on the grassland and everyone was used to it.

When an old leader dies and a new leader takes over, he often has to cleanse the bloodline of his predecessor to avoid future troubles.

Although leaders from all over the country have tried to promote the theory of bloodline since the time of Genghis Khan, hoping to make their rule as long-lasting as the Central Plains dynasty, it has had little effect. It can be said that except for the Golden Family, the descendants of Mongolia still insist that the emphasis of the word "power" is on "strong".

Li Rufeng chuckled and shook his head. He was a time traveler with a golden finger, and he had the power of religious belief in his hands from the beginning. He had to do this to annex a small tribe of a thousand people. Isn't it embarrassing?

"Don't worry about them, just let them be." Li Rufeng said in an enigmatic way, "I cherish those who believe in me, and I will follow those who don't."

Habashibuhua had never heard such wise words in his life, so he immediately stopped worrying about it and just said, "That woman said she is a descendant of the Golden Family. Even if you have sympathy in your heart, you need to pay more attention to her."

Li Rufeng nodded and planned to find time to have a good talk with Butubasin's orphans. After all, he had a good relationship with that grassland man before. After settling the rights dispute, there was no reason to let the orphans and widows worry.

If she wants to stay in the tribe, everything will remain the same. If she doesn't want to stay, give her some money and send her away.

Next, Li Rufeng needed to deal with something that had been delayed for several days.

"Then Miss Parisa, I am going to untie the ropes on you now. If you do anything irrational, I promise that next time it won't be the ropes that will hold you back." Li Rufeng looked at the hopeless Parisa huddled in a corner of the tent and tried to persuade her kindly.

But Parisa was like a dead person, with no response.

Li Rufeng sighed, and under the care of Habashibuhua, he used a dagger to cut the rope on Parisa.

The smell of this noble lady is not pleasant now. She is also unlucky. After being tied up by Haishar, she was attacked at night for two consecutive nights. It was all thanks to luck that she did not die in the chaos.

As for last night, Li Rufeng himself fainted, and only Beren was still thinking about this beautiful female prisoner and remembering his duties. He came to help her loosen the rope every once in a while to promote blood circulation.

But Parisa was still in a state of bondage. For two whole days and nights, all her personal hygiene problems were solved on the spot. The traces on the ground proved how desperate Parisa had been.

At this moment, her tears have dried up...

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Greater rights in their own territory.

On the contrary, Timur would have raised an army to completely destroy the entire Eagle of Order organization. They compromised. Timur was too powerful and the entire Muslim world was unable to resist his military force.

But now it seems that everyone has been deceived by the old Sultan.

"This sword was originally hidden in the church in Sultanleni. My grandfather wouldn't allow my father to set foot in Sultanleni. He said the sword contained the power that would turn my father into a devil." Parisa glanced at the longsword again. "Later, after my grandfather died, my father wanted to take the sword back, but he had previously made him swear a blood oath not to approach Sultanleni. This oath bound him..."

"The power of oath?" Li Rufeng frowned. He was now immune to the endless supernatural powers in this world.

"Yes, it is said that a wizard from Greece infused the oath with power. As long as my grandfather's bloodline is still flowing in this world, my father cannot break the oath." Parisa suddenly fell silent, hesitating to speak.

Li Rufeng helped her finish the rest of her sentence: "So your father acquiesced to the restoration of the Black Sheep Dynasty and the reoccupation of their homeland, correct?"

Parisa's eyes widened, but soon dimmed, indicating that she agreed with Li Rufeng's words.

"Why did this sword end up in your hands?" Li Rufeng pulled out the magic sword and looked it up and down, wanting to see if there was anything special about this sword besides its ability to glow that could turn a person into a devil.

"Before the fall of Sultanleni, the knights of the church secretly brought me into the city. The priest took the sword from the sarcophagus and asked me to take it to Jerusalem and reseal it in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre." Parisa explained everything in detail: "They found me because only my father and his descendants can safely hold the sword. Others..."

"Anyone who holds this sword will be constantly eroded by the power of the Scarlet Wind and will soon become a bloodthirsty madman." Haishar took up the scabbard and put it back into the air. He glanced at Li Rufeng and said, "If you were not an Oriental, I would definitely suspect you were Milansha's illegitimate child."

Li Rufeng ignored the teasing of his brother Mengjiang. He now understood why the Christian Church was able to spread its influence to Sudan Leni and Tabriz.

This sword is the subject of the transaction between the two parties.

"I need you to touch this sword again." Haishar showed no mercy. He ignored the fear in Parisa's eyes and ordered directly, "Now."

"I don't want it!" Parisa screamed, shrinking into a corner, her eyes filled with fear. "I don't want to touch it anymore! It said the time is up! Now it's time to pay with blood!"

"Who said that?" Haishaer asked nervously.

Parisa just shook her head: "I don't know, I just know that I can't touch that sword anymore, it has found us!"

Considering that Wusali also moonlights as the tribe's medicine man, his tent didn't smell very good before.

But at least there was no smell of rotting corpses here before, and it was only because it was still early spring and there were fewer flies and insects on the grassland, otherwise the corpses would be unbearable to look at now.

Someone cleaned up the bodies of Taierbahe and his son. Their deaths were not ugly. Their wounds were covered with armor and that was it.

But Wusali was not like that. This man, who was not strong to begin with, had his stomach slashed open during the battle with the Persians. Then his head was chopped off and impaled on a spear to intimidate women and children.

He was the first to die when the camp was attacked from both sides. From this point of view, Li Rufeng admired Wu Sali very much. Although he did not delay the enemy for much time, his death was very heroic and glorious.

In fact, the entire tribe was waiting for Li Rufeng to arrange a funeral for the dead and send them to the eternal heaven. He had previously chosen to honor the living first and then the dead. Wu Sali was the last "wounded" who needed to be dealt with.

The Mongols were greatly influenced by Eastern culture in all aspects, such as the importance they attached to corpses. Whenever there was a war, the soldiers who went out to fight would risk their lives to bring back the remains of the dead.

And giving the body a decent burial is part of it.

Li Rufeng put on a homemade mask and began to deal with Wu Sali's body. This was not the first time he had helped an acquaintance deal with a body. He also dealt with the old shaman's body.

But the old shaman's death was a long and psychologically anticipated process after all. As early as when the old shaman began to lose his appetite, Li Rufeng knew that the old shaman would not have much time left.

Wu Sali's death was relatively sudden. After the banquet the night before, they had a long talk. Li Rufeng even regarded Wu Sali as someone on his side and a very important node in his future plans.

As a result, today, I have to clean his brain tissue first, then use needle and thread to sew his head back to the body, and then help him close his abdomen.

To be fair, Wu Sali is a man with a rather gloomy appearance. The focus of his facial features is concentrated on his somewhat narrow and hooked nose. It's okay when he doesn't smile, but when he smiles, people feel that he must be plotting some conspiracy.

This is also the reason why Wu Sari was so easily sidelined by Sayid Kuda. He really doesn't seem like a good person.

But now, because it had been a long time since death and the body had lost too much blood, coupled with a hideous expression due to the pain at the time of death, the stitched corpse looked like it was ready to turn into a corpse at any time, and Li Rufeng himself shuddered when he saw it.

He found a piece of cloth to cover Wu Sali's face, but found that it was pointless to do so because he was always worried that the other party might secretly open his eyes...

The only problem is that Li Rufeng's tribe is much smaller, and the people here may feel psychologically excluded.

On the other hand, it would be much easier to integrate Li Rufeng's current tribe into the Taierba tribe. However, although Li Rufeng is nominally the leader, the transfer of power in this process is completely different.

The Mongol tribe has a small population, but its jurisdiction area is very large. If the traditional control area of ​​the Tarbaha tribe is included, then this vast land from the west bank of the upper Euphrates River to outside the city of Aleppo now belongs to Li Rufeng.

He could arbitrarily reward the members of the tribe with the trade routes, natural resources, arable land, and grazing land on this land. Anyone who resisted could be dealt with by swinging his saber.

The real problem is the distribution of power under Li Rufeng. The management system of the Timurid Khanate was influenced by both Eastern and Western cultures. While retaining the Mongolian Great Yasa, it could also apply the Muslim Sharia law.

The land distribution alone is enough for the powerful to do whatever they want. The reason why there has been no problem is entirely because they do not count the conquered people as part of the statistical population, so the annual financial statements are very beautiful.

As long as the Central Asian region prospers and the post system operates smoothly, the old Sultan does not care what the rulers of other regions do.

These areas only need to provide enough vassal troops during wars and enough food and fodder when the army passes through.

Other powerful people from the old sultan on down also ruled their territories in this way. Li Rufeng wanted to know more details. He first wanted to know how many people there were in his territory, how much wealth there was, and how many trade routes there were. If possible, he also wanted to know how much arable land he had and how many livestock he had.

Simply put, Li Rufeng wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of the first expansion of the territory to conduct a census. Although there would be great resistance, once it became a routine, there would be less trouble in the future.

Thinking of this, Li Rufeng planned to talk to Habashibuhua. He didn't know the noble man of the Taierba tribe very well, and it would take some time for them to get along with each other before they could trust each other. Now the meticulous Habashibuhua was the only person Li Rufeng could discuss such matters with.

But when Li Rufeng was about to walk out of his tent, the generous and wealthy Satuya bumped into him with a basin of hot water.

Satuya ignored her wet clothes and knelt on the ground and said in panic: "I didn't know you were going out, Shaman!"

Li Rufeng looked down at Satuya. This girl exuded the fragrance of ripe fruit from inside out. Her white neck was exposed because she was kneeling on the ground, which was a very strong temptation in that era.

Simply put, women in the tribe rarely wash themselves so clean unless it is an important day such as a wedding, not to mention that the other party is wearing a brand new silk robe, and her hair has been specially combed and washed, and tied into a beautiful flower bud with a silver hairpin inserted in it.

Satuya knelt on the ground, looking at the wool carpet only half a meter away from her. Her little face wrinkled and tears flowed from her big eyes.

She was not crying for herself, but because the place where she was kneeling had become muddy because of the hot water, and the wet mud had stained the best dress she had ever seen.

Satuya felt that if she had walked faster, she could have kneeled on the carpet in front of her and not gotten her clothes dirty.

Li Rufeng looked at Hulucierjia, who was peeking around because he heard the crying. He blinked at him and then retracted his eyes in the blink of an eye. His old face turned red. Why hadn't he seen such cleverness in that idiot before!

"Come in!" Li Rufeng sighed. The night wind in early spring was still a little chilly. He couldn't let this woman freeze outside like this.

"Sit down." Li Rufeng pointed to the place near the brazier and asked Satuya to move over. This kind of brazier used in the tent was absolutely dangerous for Li Rufeng. He would rather cover it with more at night than leave this thing in the tent overnight.

This tent belonged to a noble who had died in battle, so there was enough space for a brazier. Satuya looked a little nervous next to the brazier, and her little face gradually turned red with embarrassment because of the silence between both sides.

Li Rufeng did not ask where the families of the dead were now. Since this tent had been given up, it was obvious that other properties had been divided up. If he continued to trace the source, it would be creating conflicts.

The old shaman once said that when the tribe has its own geri (yurt), it will truly be considered home.

But the Mughals who were migrated here were all descendants of the defeated. In order to make their resolve clear and express that they would return to their homeland one day, they insisted on living only in tents. Eventually, it became a habit and everyone lived in tents.

However, the tent is not soundproof, and as the night deepens, the only entertainment activities begin in the tent with conditions.

Heavy breathing and some restrained, some unrestrained groans began to gather above the tribe, allowing men and women to release the stress brought by the war.

Apparently, a new batch of babies would be arriving ten months from now. Li Rufeng subconsciously began to wonder if he should train a group of relatively qualified midwives by then, to save himself from having to deliver babies himself all the time, which would easily leave a shadow over him.

Just as Li Rufeng subconsciously imagined the future

, a pair of somewhat cold hands hugged his chest from behind.

"Shaman Rufeng, they said that once I entered your tent, I will be yours from now on." Satuya's voice appeared in Li Rufeng's ears, with a scorching temperature in her breath.

The girl's heartbeat was still clearly transmitted to Li Rufeng through her generous and rich body and two layers of clothes.

hiss!

Do you use this to test cadres?

Li Rufeng felt as if the other party had something on him. He took a deep breath and instantly forgot about the bastard who had used Wu Sali's body to revive. He left behind the second gate.

At this moment, Li Rufeng felt relieved. He began to feel that he deserved this disaster after going through life and death...

Chapter 54: Funerals and Rights

A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, but the status of the two parties is unequal. One is a virgin and deliberately caters to the other, and the other is strong and energetic. Naturally, the fight ended early. Let alone a whole night, the actual time was only three quarters of an hour.

Li Rufeng got up in the middle of the night and went to Wu Sali's tent to take a look. After making sure that the dirty thing was gone, he returned to his own tent to take a nap.

"Tsk, I thought you could hold on all night." Li Rufeng returned to the tent and said meaningfully after holding the jade in his arms.

When Li Rufeng woke up again, the power struggle in the Taierba tribe had subsided. Although Habashibuhua was not familiar with the normal process of power transfer, he at least knew that the process of Rufeng Shaman was abnormally smooth.

The biggest change was among the soldiers who had fought with Li Rufeng. After being recruited by Li Rufeng once, they completely became his believers and believed in the Tengger grassland he described.

Therefore, Tulike, who usually controls the military power of the Taierbahe tribe, was deeply afraid of Li Rufeng's influence and appeal, and he took sides early on, leaving the grassland noblewoman Medina Tah helpless.

Tulik even dressed up early in the morning and waited outside Li Rufeng's tent. Today was the day when the tribe held a funeral, which was a big day and a good time to show loyalty.

When Habashibuhua saw Tulike, he forced a smile but said nothing. When he just came back, it was Tulike who came to secretly inform him that Butubasin's widow was plotting to seize power.

Although this was to show his stance, Habashibuhua looked down on such people from the bottom of his heart. They were like wild dogs on the grassland. If they could betray their masters once, they would betray them a second time. Only by beating them to death could people feel at ease.

But not now, Habashibuhua smiled at Tulik again to show his friendliness.

Tulik actually didn't want to deal with an old guy like Habashibuhua who was half buried in the ground. The reason he was willing to take sides so early was mainly because he saw that Li Rufeng lacked foundation. He had ambitions, but not enough manpower to support his ambitions.

This is an investment. Men on the grassland must have a vision as broad as that of an eagle, but the people here are all groundhogs who can only see what is in front of them.

"Shaman Rufeng!" Tulike saw Li Rufeng walk out of the tent and greeted him enthusiastically, "I..."

"Tulik, today is the day when Changshengtian takes the dead. We can talk about our business later." Li Rufeng smiled and shook his head. At this time, the tribesmen who had gotten up early were watching him from a distance.

They were all relatives of those who died in the battle. They had spent two nights guarding the bodies of their family members. Li Rufeng didn't want them to see him chatting and laughing with the nobles in the tribe the first thing they saw in the morning.

A funeral is a ceremony held for the living. The dead don’t care whether they are carried away in a sedan chair or kicked into the gutter after death. They will not speak or protest.