Mount and Blade Central Asia

Mahmu himself is the chief of a large tribe with more than a thousand armored men, and behind him is the united will of all the tribal leaders in the entire region.

They were willing to serve under Li Rufeng for the future of the Mongols, but at the same time they also hoped to gain higher status and more benefits. They had fought for the Ottomans for status and benefits, and had also betrayed the Ottomans for status and benefits, changing sides and fighting for the great conqueror.

Now that the Great Conqueror is dead, they can also fight for Li Rufeng for the same reason.

New sultans and rulers came and went, but the warlord chiefs of the Nemrut Mountains remained, fighting only for their own interests.

This time, Mahmu brought a full two thousand soldiers, which were both a sign of sincerity from the warlord chiefs and a deterrent. He felt that he had to sit in the front row to watch the ceremony in order to highlight his status.

Chapter 680: Watching the Ceremony (Part 2)

The climax of the guests' entrance occurred when the Black Sheep and the White Sheep appeared together. No one knew whether this was Sayyib's bad taste. In any case, when the White Sheep King saw that the Black Sheep messenger was next to him, his face became much darker than those of the Black Sheep.

As the Aries King, Kara Osman realized the city's full of malice towards him after settling down yesterday. The Black Sheep messenger partied all night and was almost about to make a hole in the wall and urinate into his room.

So the two groups who had been tossing and turning all night, now gathered together with common dark circles under their eyes, seemed to have a sense of tacit understanding.

"Sir, your weapons." The guard was very polite. He directly asked King Aries and his guards to hand over their weapons.

Ottoman's weapon was not as ornate as that of the Mongol warlord. It was just an ordinary-looking scimitar with only silver thread as decoration on the handle, outlining a white sheep's head logo.

Seeing that the Aries King's sword was so mediocre, the Black Sheep Messenger standing behind him sneered. Of course, the laughter was loud enough for the Aries King to hear clearly.

The four guards following behind the Aries King immediately turned around and subconsciously reached for their waists, but their weapons had been confiscated by the personal guards, so they could only confront the Black Sheep with bare hands.

The Black Sheep envoy and his guards proudly drew their scimitars and looked at the Aries men with threatening eyes, but behind the Aries men, the guards also put their hands on their waists.

On the walls of the mosque, soldiers holding bows and arrows also looked here.

The Black Sheep messenger sneered, spat on the ground in front of the Aries King, and then handed all the weapons in his hand and the weapons in the hands of the guards to the personal guards for safekeeping.

"You are as ridiculous as your people, just cowards on the battlefield." The messenger of the Black Sheep people squeezed past the White Sheep King with disdain and walked into the mosque before them.

Although the war was initiated by the Black Sheep people, the White Sheep people dragged an outsider like Li Rufeng into the civil war among the Turkmen people early on, and made no secret of their willingness to be a dog for the other side, which made many Turkmen people feel disdainful.

But as a ruler, the Aries King would naturally not lower himself to quarrel with the Black Sheep man in public. After comforting his guards, they also entered the mosque.

The Aries King's face certainly looked unhappy. All the insults he had suffered since arriving in Moscow were undoubtedly instigated by Li Rufeng, as his revenge for the Aries people's lack of effort on the battlefield.

He had to admit that Li Rufeng was now qualified to be rude to him.

Before this, no one could have predicted that Li Rufeng would advance so rapidly and cut off the territory of the Black Sheep People in the middle, occupying such a vast territory, and even conquering big cities like Mosul and Baghdad one after another.

You must know that when the Aries King first asked Li Rufeng for help, they were just two pitiful and weak local forces. The reason they united together was because each of them was not strong enough to fight against the Black Sheep alone.

Now, the status and priority between the two sides have been clearly distinguished. The fact that the Aries King personally came to Mosul to meet Li Rufeng has already explained everything. Therefore, when those Black Duck people called him Li Rufeng's running dog, Kara Osman had nothing to refute.

Soon, the guests invited to the wedding passed the inspection of Li Rufeng's personal guards one by one and entered the mosque.

Of course, this kind of inspection is just a rough check. After all, most of the people who come here to attend the wedding are Muslims. They will wear gorgeous robes on such formal occasions. Those robes are wide and large. Unless Li Rufeng is willing to offend everyone and let the guards search everyone, there will always be someone who brings in things that should not be brought in.

Under the cover of these robes, weapons such as scimitars and crossbows are indeed unlikely to be brought into the mosque, but daggers, crossbows, and throwing knives are inevitably brought in.

Essenuddin successfully brought in a crossbow in the form of parts. His official identity was one of the guards of the Black Sheep Messenger, but his real identity was a killer of the Muqiyi Order.

Although the cult was still unaware of Sarah Shahi's existence, they at least knew that Badrani and a dagger had disappeared in the city.

So this time, they sent three sets of daggers and scabbards here to carry out a new mission. Their target was naturally Li Rufeng himself, and the order was placed by the Black Sheep King himself.

Essenuddin himself was once a dagger, but he had transcended it. After deeply understanding the essence of the sect, he changed from a dagger to a scabbard, and was responsible for training new daggers within the sect.

It was difficult to complete this step. Not only did Essenuddin kill his own scabbard, he also almost succeeded in killing the current mountain master. However, in the end he was persuaded by the mountain master and became a high-ranking member of the sect.

Essenuddin rarely carried out such assassination missions, but this time was an exception. The Black Sheep King gave too much, and in addition to Li Rufeng, they also had to clean up Badrani's mess.

The reputation of the Mu'rai sect must be upheld, and their chosen targets eliminated.

After weighing the pros and cons, Essenuddin decided to kill Li Rufeng first, and then wait until the city fell into chaos before solving the mess left by Badrani in the district.

Essenuddin himself was just the last insurance. He had to wait for the other two daggers to take action first. If they all failed, he would show up to finish the job.

But at this time, Essenuddin did not know what identities the other two groups of scabbards would choose for their daggers to infiltrate. It was not difficult for the scabbards to get a guest seat.

With thousands of people attending this wedding, it's easy to find loopholes.

Essenuddin's eyes were like an eagle's, scanning the crowd, memorizing every face worth remembering. Most of the people present were "big shots" with considerable influence in the area.

It is certain that many people will become employers and targets of sects in the coming period.

Essenuddin also noticed that on several commanding heights of the mosque, several "soldiers" with an oriental appearance occupied that place, looking down at everyone from above. They all held black iron rods in their hands, which were suspected to be some kind of gunpowder weapons.

As an assassin of the Musashi sect, Essenuddin was proficient in many kinds of strange weapons, and he had naturally seen gunpowder weapons.

When the Ottoman Sultan formed his own guard, he had equipped it with muskets. However, in the end, those muskets were not carried into the battlefield by the guards. They were too heavy, had a high failure rate, and were difficult to operate.

But the gunpowder weapons in the hands of those Orientals seemed much more sophisticated. Essenuddin silently remembered this, but did not regard it as a threat.

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"Keep an eye on the man in the black robe below. He looked at me for a long time just now." Diao Ercheng signaled to his partner with his eyes.

The partner immediately complained with a bitter face: "Brother Diao, there are hundreds of people wearing black robes down there. Which one are you referring to? I can't tell..."

Diao Ercheng frowned. It was no wonder that his partner complained that these people were wearing similar robes and large scarves on their heads. Even he himself could only stare at the target he had discovered before, fearing that he would lose the target if his attention was distracted.

"Then I'll keep an eye on him, and you look in other directions." Diao Ercheng sighed, thinking that these local people all had a big problem. Why did they have to wear the same clothes?

In another direction, the immortal Qiu Fucheng, standing on the top of the hunchback minaret, stared at the midday sun and yawned loudly, his face also full of bitterness.

He shouldn't have agreed to Li Rufeng's request to be responsible for guarding against the counterattack of the dark wizards during the wedding. He now began to suspect that Li Rufeng had set the wedding at noon just to trick him.

"What a tough job!" Qiu Fucheng untied the gourd around his waist and took a few big gulps of the chilled wine. Fortunately, the wine from this place was quite good. It was slightly astringent at first, but had a dry taste and a sweet aftertaste. It was especially suitable for drinking after being chilled.

When Qiu Fucheng was in his homeland, his main job was actually to prevent the corruption of the Four Wind Gods. No matter whether it was the evil people of the White Lotus Sect or the liars of the Wenxiang Sect, these people were all using the power of the Four Wind Evil Gods to cause trouble.

So Qiu Fucheng can be said to be an expert in his field. As soon as he entered the city of Mosul, he could already smell the scent left by the blue wind. What's more, there were four such huge towers standing in the city, so it was easy for him not to see them.

Qiu Fucheng has even visited several wizard towers one by one. He has personally checked both the kvass and the crude cement. He can only say that Li Rufeng is really lucky. These things are practical technologies left behind by the believers of the Blue Wind in order to transform the city, and they do not involve corruption issues.

At the very least, with Qiu Fucheng's level, he didn't find any tricks in the two products.

Even crude cement has begun to be produced on a small scale in the Ming Dynasty, but the production method is more complicated and the effect is not as good as the magic circle in the wizard tower.

From Qiu Fucheng's perspective, the crude cement in Li Rufeng's hands is more like refined cement than crude cement, but the output is too small and it is a bit useless.

As for kvass, considering the condition of the crude cement, Qiu Fucheng initially concluded that this thing was most likely made by humans somewhere, but was given to His believers by the Blue Wind using the principle of taking what was available.

Although Qiu Fucheng looked down on the taste of kvass, he still copied down all the magic circles in Wushtane and planned to take them back when he returned to Ming Dynasty. No matter how bad this thing tasted, it was still an edible food and was suitable for disaster relief.

Later, when Heshen provided disaster relief, he would mix a handful of sand into the rice porridge. The principle was the same: this way, only the truly hungry would eat it.

"Huh? There is really someone who dares to cause trouble under my nose?" Qiu Fucheng frowned and looked at the dark clouds floating towards the northeast of the city.

Chapter 681: Watching the Ceremony (Part 3)

"The time has come, sir!" Huluchirja shouted loudly outside the door, not caring about the rules of this place that required keeping it clean.

Although Hulujirga never prayed in a mosque, he often went to various mosques. Compared with the rules and regulations such as maintaining silence, he committed many murders and arson in such places. He was just a teenager at that time.

Therefore, it would be too harsh to expect Huluchirja to have even a little respect for such a place.

Badak, whose injuries had not yet healed, was also in the Nur Mosque at this time. The security and defense of the entire mosque were under Badak's command.

Badak, who missed the "liberation" battles of Mosul and Baghdad, looked a little listless. Several months of recuperation had made him a little rounder, but he was still the best officer under Li Rufeng.

However, compared to the previous high-spirited centurion, the current Bardock no longer has that arrogance. Li Rufeng has proved that he can win the battle even without him. Bardock's role is far less useful to Li Rufeng than the soldiers under his command.

The most fatal blow came from Sayib. Badak never expected that the centurion he relied on most would make such a huge noise in just a few months after leaving him, so that the two people felt a little embarrassed when they met now.

"It has nothing to do with you, Bardock. I simply received a revelation from the Lord of Wisdom. I am no longer the same person I once was." Saib took the initiative to say to Bardock, "Lord Rufeng knows my beliefs and tacitly accepts my existence."

"Just know what you're doing." Bardock felt that he could no longer understand this former subordinate. The relationship between them was not only that of a superior and a subordinate, but also that of brothers who shared life and death. But now, he only felt that the person standing in front of him was a stranger.

He looked like Saib and spoke like Saib, but he was not Saib.

"Only when you open your eyes and see the whole world, will you know how narrow-minded you are. You will never understand the me of today unless you are willing to open your eyes and see the world." Saib did not say anything more to his old friend. The two had already reached a different conclusion and there was no need to continue to plot against each other.

"There are quite a few guests today, and there are bound to be assassins among them. You should pay close attention to the guards brought by the Black Sheep envoy, Saduddin, and his business partners," Saib warned. "Saduddin is an arrogant fool, and half of the people accompanying him are suspicious."

"You knew that there were problems with the people around him, but you still let them in?" Bardock frowned and prepared to send someone to arrest them immediately.

"Don't worry, everything is as planned. If you capture the person now, how can that adult show off in front of others?" Saib shook his head nonchalantly. That adult wanted to solve all the problems today and intimidate potential allies at the same time. How could he allow anyone to ruin his plan?

Bardock stared at Saib for a few seconds before saying coldly, "I will personally confirm this with Lord Rufeng. I hope this is not your own decision."

Sayib shrugged, listened to the chimes from the minaret, and said with a smile, "Okay, I won't lie to you. The wedding is about to begin! Just do what you have to do!"

...

As the bells from the minaret chimed, Li Rufeng extended his hand to Parisa. "In my hometown, your father would hold your hand, but I believe Maharaja Miransha wouldn't care about such trivial matters. So, how about I take you there and tell everyone that you are my bride from now on?"

"Will you really allow me to bring a sword on stage?" Parisa stretched out one hand and held Li Rufeng's hand, while the other hand held a sheathed two-handed sword with some uncertainty. Judging from the shape, it was similar to the magic sword held in Li Rufeng's other hand.

"Of course. Our wedding has already broken so many rules, so why can't we add one more?" Li Rufeng exerted force on his hands and pulled Parisa up. "Don't forget, you are still my swordsmanship teacher."

Li Rufeng had to admit that if it weren't for Parisa's patient teaching, his two-handed weapon skills would not have improved so quickly. Although he had many teachers to choose from in terms of personal martial arts, Parisa was the most attractive one no matter how he chose.

Before Mr. Li traveled through time, someone had said that LSP is the primary productive force and the primary driving force. This is now fully reflected in Li Rufeng.

"I don't have a student as stupid as you!" Parisa's face turned red. As the relationship between the two became closer, she could teach Li Rufeng less and less. In the later period, the two were more engaged in martial arts exchanges, and then it became more like a hobby. Li Rufeng always found a way to take advantage of her, which made Parisa ashamed and angry.

If Parisa was not physically stronger than Li Rufeng now, she estimated that she might not be able to remain virgin until the wedding day.

In this regard, Parisa sincerely thanked her father. Although he did not give her even a little fatherly love, he did pass on a good body to her.

Li Rufeng never understood. Parisa looked tall. Although she was the kind of girl with obvious muscle lines, the figure beneath her dress was definitely not the figure of Nezha in the "100,000 Cold Jokes" version. Instead, she had a slender figure with big and round bodies. In order not to affect her movements during martial arts training, she had to wear a chest binder.

But Parisa was just a bit stronger and had a quicker reaction time. Even with Li Rufeng and Satuya, it was hard to break Princess Parisa's iron arm...

Even until now, in the martial arts rankings of Li Rufeng's subordinates, Parisa still ranks second, second only to Haishar.

Li Rufeng estimated that Weng Guo should be quite capable, but Weng Guo was slippery and never gave Li Rufeng a chance to test his skill, so the visitors from the Ming Dynasty were not yet included in this ranking.

When the door was completely opened, Muheya, who was greeting them at the door, felt his eyelids twitching. He knew that today's wedding would definitely be a bit weird, but he didn't expect it to be so exciting.

Li Rufeng, who was walking towards them, held the sword in his left hand. The long magic sword was hanging at his waist, and his right hand was holding Princess Parisa's left hand. With the blessing of a formal dress, he looked majestic.

Princess Parisa held the sword in her right hand. The two-handed sword, which was the same length as the magic sword, was hung diagonally behind her, with the hilt sticking out from the right side of her waist. If she were a dozen centimeters taller, she could use the two-handed sword as a side sword like Li Rufeng and hang it directly on her waist.

Princess Parisa wore a colorful dress today, showing off the splendor of silk fabrics of different styles from all over the world. The best tailors in Mosul ensured that the colors were mottled but had a unified beauty.

The dress itself came from Li Rufeng himself, who incorporated later wedding dress designs into the dress itself to create this unique dress.

It is a dress that no woman can refuse, and it is the dream dress that every bride dreams of. But all of this is broken by the long sword behind Princess Parisa. The weapon that appears on the woman is far more eye-catching than the dress or even the bride herself.

Muheya wanted to say something, but when he saw the indifferent smiles on the faces of the bride and groom, he shut up tactfully. He was just a host and had no right to give orders to the bride and groom in front of him.

"I'd better put down this sword..." Princess Parisa whispered in Li Rufeng's ear. The reason she wanted to bring the sword on stage was simply because she was nervous.

She has been practicing martial arts since she was young. During her empty and monotonous childhood and adolescence, it was the long sword in her hand that gave her the most powerful support. When disaster struck, it was also the long sword in her hand that saved her life.

So Parisa wanted to bring the long sword she had used all year round on this important day, but she didn't want to embarrass Li Rufeng because of her willfulness.

He is the ruler and the future Sultan, and she is his queen. She has to consider Li Rufeng's face.

"What are you afraid of? If anyone objects, we'll put a sword to their neck and force them to speak their mind. This is why we learn swordsmanship." Li Rufeng tightened his grip on Parisa's hand. "If we reach the top of the world but still can't be free, then wouldn't our ascent be in vain?"

If I couldn't be free and do whatever I wanted, why didn't I take the two tons of gold, find a boat, and row along the coastline back to Ming Dynasty to enjoy it?

Li Rufeng's support gave Parisa great encouragement. She straightened her back and held the sword in her hand and her husband's hand tighter.

Muheya, who was walking in front, pretended that he heard nothing and hurriedly led the way, wishing he could jog. He even began to miss the great conqueror.

In the later years of the Great Conqueror, although he recovered and used his power for his own benefit, his followers, who had become accustomed to his style of doing things, were always able to predict his actions and cooperate with him in advance.

Li Rufeng is obviously still in the prime of his life. His desires are changeable and his behavior is sometimes not so predictable. Under his rationality, he also has emotions like huge waves.

"My lord, I will announce the start of your wedding to all the guests before you. When the salute sounds three times, you and Princess Parisa can walk out of this door, walk up the steps to the platform, and then all the guests will be able to see you and your beautiful bride." Muheya paused here and spoke again after a few seconds.

"If you are willing, you can announce here that you will be the new Sultan. I and several other imams will support you in obtaining this title." Muheya looked at Li Rufeng with some anticipation, hoping to get a positive answer.

Whether it is the title of Caliph, Sultan, or even Emir, they are all tied to Islam. It is both a symbol of power and a position in religion.

If Li Rufeng was willing to call himself Sultan, Muhaya would be able to downplay Li Rufeng's Mongolian background to the greatest extent in the Muslim world. This was what he had been doing when he served the great conqueror, and now he was just doing his old business again.

But to Muheya's disappointment, Li Rufeng shook his head and rejected the request.

"Future generations will have a clear definition of my title. Until then, please continue to address me as Your Excellency," Li Rufeng said with a smile, then gave Muheya a push. "Step up to the stage, my Imam. My guests are waiting impatiently."

Chapter 682: It seems like another story of a hero saving a princess

"The Jade Purity turns green, the true talisman announces the alliance, the two Qi are moved, and the unity becomes true!" Qiu Fucheng stood on the minaret, staring at the dark clouds that suddenly appeared in the distance, and recited the first sentence of the spell.

This spell is like thunder, not visible on the ground but vibrating in the sky.

This was a test as well as a deterrent. Qiu Fucheng was short of a lot of tools for performing rituals. He had fought with the followers of the Four Wind Evil Gods and the indigenous witch doctors in different regions along the way, all of which took their toll.

Qiu Fucheng now only has seventy, eighty, or ninety talismans of the Five Thunder Spell on hand. The reason why he has these things left is mainly because the cost is too high and the enemies are too weak, so he was reluctant to use them along the way.