Mount and Blade Central Asia

Among them, the medical skill, whose proficiency has just reached 50 points, is not even the highest skill. Li Rufeng's highest level is management, with a proficiency of 82 points.

Even his engineering skills had a proficiency of 45 points, but for Li Rufeng at the moment, these were just dragon-slaying techniques and were of little use...

The first time you can choose a specialty for Management Skills is when your proficiency reaches 25 points. These specialties are "Managing the Army with Frugality" and "Using Swords as Plowshares". Their specific effects are:

[Frugal Army: (As Quartermaster) Reduce troop salaries by 5%, (As Troop Commander) Reduce recruitment costs by 15%]

Swords as Plowshares: (As Quartermaster) Reduces unit food consumption by 10%. (As Unit Commander) No morale penalty when using a single food source.

What’s the use of this!

Li Rufeng was a little crazy. First of all, he had no troops. Secondly, the troops in the skill description seemed to need to be approved by the system.

He didn't know when he, a time traveler who had just solved the problem of survival, would be able to become a troop commander.

However, considering the traditional idea that money is a bastard and I spent what I earned, Li Rufeng, who had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem at the time, brought his talents to the field of "using swords as plowshares".

It was not until a few months ago, when Li Rufeng obtained his first slave warrior and was identified by the system as a troop commander, that he discovered that the salary required by the troops was deducted from the money in his personal attributes.

In the real world, a slave warrior doesn't need a salary; his only need is food. However, in Li Rufeng's personal interface, he needs to pay him three dinars per week.

All the property Li Rufeng owned in the system interface was only one thousand dinars, a thousand dinars that was completely disconnected from the real world.

Up to now, Li Rufeng has not found a way to replenish his virtual property. He can only watch as the slave warrior eats three dinars every week, and has already consumed thirty-nine of his dinars.

In comparison, the engineering skill isn't very practical, and at 25 proficiency points, it also offers two talent choices: "Scaffolding" and "Torque Machine."

Choose "walking therapy"!

As the best doctor of this era, Li Rufeng is very sure that his healthy life is the greatest contribution to the era!

At this point, Li Rufeng was certain that not only he thought so, but the wounded man lying on the chopping board also thought so. Although he was now unconscious, his stable breathing was the best proof.

Chapter 4 I, Kafir

After four hours of continuous surgery, all the wounded brought back by Centurion Mongke were treated. Fortunately, only one person died. Among the remaining people, the most seriously injured was naturally Michele, who was pierced by an arrow in the abdomen.

This boy, who was only seventeen years old, was already a qualified warrior on the grassland. He had once participated in a hunting trip with Centurion Mengge, and he fell off his horse and broke his leg. It was Li Rufeng who fixed his leg.

Li Rufeng couldn't remember the faces of these young men from the grassland very well. They matured too quickly. Often, after not seeing each other for a year, when they met again, it felt as if they had quietly spent seven or eight years together.

He was checking the wounded man for other injuries when he remembered the bone hyperplasia on his face bone.

This young man named Michele probably happened to catch a good job of looting an Ottoman caravan, but in his excitement he ended up being sent to the operating table.

Li Rufeng felt that the boy might be born with bad luck and it would be best for him to be a herder in the tribe for the rest of his life. However, in this era, going to the battlefield to plunder wealth was the most glorious path for a man on the grassland.

Now he could only pray that the Eternal Heaven would bless the unfortunate child, because when he came back to check after treating the other wounded, Michele had already developed symptoms of fever.

If his guess was correct, those mercenaries had probably dipped the arrows in animal excrement, which was a relatively popular and insidious tactic used by the surrounding forces.

"Michele can only rely on himself now. If he can make it through two nights, he'll be able to ride his horse as fast as before when the bitter summer returns." Li Rufeng looked at the sunset in the distance and washed his hands with hot water as his apprentice helped him. "The rest of the people will be fine. They just need to ride less, drink less, and clean their wounds regularly. As for that man named Gerile, let him get used to life as a disabled person as soon as possible."

Centurion Mengge rubbed his face and finally smiled.

This time they attacked a large caravan and reaped a rich harvest, with both the dead and the wounded receiving enough spoils to satisfy them.

In the end, there were only two or three small fish left, including Li Rufeng.

At this time, the Mongols still had some power, and the Kafir tribes in the border areas were not a big deal. Perhaps they would be completely wiped out in a conflict with the Ottomans. Only then could Li Rufeng live a relatively leisurely and peaceful life for two years.

No wonder the old shaman always took him to wander around the surrounding tribes when he was alive, and kept holding his hand tightly before his death, muttering that this was the will of Changshengtian... In short, whether he likes it or not, he can't get rid of the title of Rufeng Shaman.

However, Li Rufeng had no complaints. When he first came here, he couldn't even understand what the people around him were saying. Without the old shaman's careful teaching, he would not be alive today.

A real man should repay the kindness received with gratitude. Li Rufeng felt that he had a golden finger in his hand and would not be crushed to death like this. After saving some money and finding a successor to the shaman's legacy, he would go east in a leisurely manner to visit the Ming Dynasty that he had been dreaming about.

Thinking of this, Li Rufeng looked gently at Bater who was following behind him. He felt that the other party was a good seedling no matter how he looked at him.

Anyway, the old shaman himself is not a shaman of orthodox origin. He has made up many of the traditional shaman skills on the spot. It is not easy for him to perform the same ritual twice. How difficult do you think this job can be?

Bater, confused, looked at Shaman Rufeng's eyes and could only respond with a smile. At the same time, he carefully looked at his nails and made sure that he had washed his hands clean today. He breathed a sigh of relief and was relieved that he would not be spanked.

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Author's words: p.s.: In fact, the belief in Changshengtian has been deeply influenced by Nestorianism since the time of Genghis Khan. It has shifted from polytheism to monotheism, and gradually condensed the animism of all things into the existence with a specific name, Mongke Tengri. Nestorianism is a variant branch of Christianity in the East. Therefore, in the Aleppo area, the protagonists who believe in Changshengtian are pagans with a red bloodline... However, considering the religious environment in Asia Minor and Central Asia, the traditional operation is that external pagans are potential allies, and internal heretics are real enemies.

Chapter 5: Surrounding Situation

"Shaman Rufeng, if it's convenient for you, please help me calculate the rough amount of this harvest..." Centurion Mengge rubbed his hands and smiled, "Just like last time."

Li Rufeng also laughed. This was his side job, specifically targeting those centurions who held real power.

In the past two years, in addition to adapting to life here, Li Rufeng also relied on his intelligence to look through dozens of looted account books and firmly grasped the value of various commodities in the neighboring Ottoman Empire.

"They are healthy and don't need to be cared for separately." Centurion Mengge pointed to the herd and said, "If you want, I can leave you three horses. They will only count as a share of the spoils."

"Tensions have been building between the Ottomans and the Romans in recent months. Perhaps it won't be long before those two self-important rulers come to blows. Horse prices might then rise," Li Rufeng asked as he calculated in his notebook. "But last night's snow will affect the growth of pasture this year. You have to consider the rising cost of raising horses."

Li Rufeng watched the centurion scratch his head vigorously, looking as if he was itching to grow a brain, and sighed, "If we sell it in the border city, based on last year's prices, it wouldn't be a loss if it's more than 180 dinars."

"I understand now!" Mengge showed a simple smile, looking very simple.

"Didn't you want to find maps before? I grabbed some this time!" In return, Centurion Mongke took out a dozen maps hand-painted on parchment from a leather scroll and handed them to Li Rufeng like offering a treasure.

Li Rufeng only took a quick look at them and, judging by the meticulous outlines and clear ink, he determined that these hand-drawn maps were of great value. So he asked directly, "Who drew the maps?"

"Dead." Mengge recalled with some regret: "It was an old man. He was standing on the top of the carriage, looking at something. Michelle shot him with the first arrow. By the time the battlefield was cleaned up, he was already stiff."

After all, Mengge was a centurion and a military personnel. Although this trip was a private job, he at least knew how valuable people who could draw maps were.

Li Rufeng has been collecting information about this world. Books and maps are his goals. He knows that the officers above Mengge must have detailed maps of the surrounding areas, but he can't get them.

"He has an apprentice who might have some skills. I can give him to you." Mengge's eagle-like eyes scanned the terrified captives and picked out a young man who looked about the same age as Butler. He patted his chest and shoulders vigorously with his hands, pinched his face, and showed off his fairly white teeth: "You can tell by his teeth that he's a top-notch slave!"

"Okay, he counts as one too." Li Rufeng glanced at the ink stains on the other's fingertips and nodded. "Do you have any seeds this time?"

Crop seeds are also something that Li Rufeng has been collecting. Although the tribe has always been mainly nomadic, the land is actually fertile enough to support the population through farming.

Li Rufeng, who has lived here for more than two years, has been recording local climate data. Before traveling through time, Li Rufeng was not considered knowledgeable, but at least when he was bragging and making up jokes online, he rarely encountered the embarrassment of having to look up information on the spot.

According to Li Rufeng's records, this land is dry and hot in summer, but relatively mild and rainy in winter. He doesn't know what this climate environment is called in later generations, but as a farmer, he firmly believes that since there is regular rainfall in this place, crops can definitely grow.

The Mamluk Kingdom in the direction had just overcome the fear of being wantonly massacred by Timur's army ten years ago. Now it was taking advantage of the opportunity of the old Sultan's death and the new Sultan's suppression of rebellions in various places to regain control of the Syrian region. It was temporarily some distance away from the location of Li Rufeng's tribe.

However, according to the information Li Rufeng received, the Mamluks were very cautious in this military action, as if they would retreat at the slightest sign of trouble from the Khanate.

Centurions like Mongke once mocked them as being like mice on the grassland, saying that they came not so much to fight as to see if they could take advantage.

The most direct evidence is that there are now more armed Ottomans in Aleppo than armed Mamluks. The Ottoman caravans dare to hire mercenaries to travel overland to Damascus to do business, while the Mamluks have to transport supplies by sea.

Even Li Rufeng, who had just arrived, despised this group of military nobles who had once created the miracle of slave counterattack. They were really scared.

But the Khanate is not without problems now. The great Sultan, Great Emir, and Conqueror Timur has died on the Eastern Expedition two and a half years ago, but the battle for the Khanate is still in full swing.

According to the information obtained by Li Rufeng, before Timur's death, he appointed Pir Mahma, the youngest son of his eldest son Jihanjier, as his heir. However, it was obvious that Pir Mahma, who was only 30 years old and was far away in the army on the eastern expedition at that time, did not have enough prestige to suppress the ambitious emirs inside and outside the Khanate.

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Author's words: ps: The fifteenth century is undoubtedly my favorite era of cold weapons. Starting from 1400, with the increase in metal production and the improvement of casting level, the knights also ushered in their own heyday. However, the real plate armor knights did not become mainstream until about 1420. Since then, European knights have officially entered the era of no tunic. The famous Gothic armor was born in the middle of the century. This process may be accelerated in this book.

Chapter 6 The Imminent Threat

The most powerful figures in the Khanate at present are naturally the old Sultan's fourth son, Shah Rukh, who rules the Khorasan region, and Khalil, the son of the third son, Miran Shah.

Khalil's rule over Transoxiana remained stable, and after the old Sultan's death, he took advantage of the geographical advantage to occupy Samarkand, the center of the entire Khanate, and took the wealth accumulated by the old Sultan over the years for himself. All the emirs who supported him got a share of it, and their morale was high.

Strictly speaking, Li Rufeng's tribe and the Tumed Wanhu where the tribe is located should be closer to Milansha and his son Khalil in terms of geographical relationship.

But at present, the Tumed Wanhu, which is mainly composed of Mongols, has no intention of choosing sides, but is determined to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between the two tigers.

As a time traveler, Li Rufeng actually had no interest in who would eventually take the throne, but Milansha was one of the few people the old shaman had mentioned individually, making him pay special attention to her.

After witnessing the old shaman's body glowing before his death and his meaningless warning, Li Rufeng inevitably had different thoughts about the things the old shaman had mentioned.

Miranshah was one of Timur's favorite sons. When he grew up, he was fat and strong, and very brave. It is said that he could eat a whole cow at every meal. He fought on the battlefield for half his life and rarely suffered a defeat.

Timur originally planned to make Miranshah his successor, but Miranshah, who was nearly 30 years old, fell off his horse and reportedly hit his head. Since then, his temperament changed drastically, and he was often in an unconscious state and tyrannical.

As Timur's most valued son, Miran Shah naturally received the best medical treatment in the entire Khanate. Of course, considering that the old shaman was also one of the "Mongolian doctors" recruited at the time, Li Rufeng actually doubted the rationality and safety of that consultation.

When Li Rufeng first heard the old shaman talk about Milansha's symptoms, he thought that the other party might have fallen off a horse and hit his head, causing some kind of nerve trauma, long-term nerve pain, and eventually leading to other symptoms.

But now, he felt he needed to re-examine the old shaman's description.

"That was ten years ago. The Great Khan had just conquered the Turkmen lands, and the rulers who had been posing as the Black Sheep fled. He appointed Miranshah as the Governor-General of Azerbaijan and made prosperous Tabriz his headquarters." The old shaman retold this story with a hint of sadness. "But soon, disaster struck."

"Not long after, Miranshah suddenly gathered all his generals and soldiers and told them that he was the son of the great Sultan Timur. This city was unworthy of his glory, and he intended to destroy every temple and every building in the city." The old shaman continued, as if recounting a myth. "He also told his warriors to kill everyone in the city."

"They just did it like that?" Li Rufeng was confused.

Because there would definitely be generals and soldiers who would settle their families in the city, and by then everyone knew that Milansha would often have seizures due to falling off his horse...

"Yes, they did, and they did it very thoroughly." The old shaman shook his head. "Except for a few lucky ones who escaped, almost everyone was massacred, including the relatives of those generals and soldiers. They followed Milansha's orders meticulously, tearing down all the temples and destroying every building. Nothing was left."

"His wife, Hanzena, led a handful of loyal soldiers, broke out of Tabriz, shrouded in blood and fire, and fled day and night to Samarkand, informing the great Khan of Miranshah's atrocities." The old shaman tapped his pipe, seemingly lost in his own memories. "By the time the Great Khan arrived with his elite troops to stop his mad son, his atrocities had already spread to Sultanleni near Tabriz. The Great Khan's horse practically trampled over a road paved with corpses to reach the devastated Tabriz."

"It wasn't until he saw the Khan's face clearly that Miransha seemed to snap out of his hysteria out of fear. He ordered his soldiers to tie him up, and then he knelt at the city gate, begging the Khan for forgiveness." The old shaman's tone was filled with undisguised dissatisfaction. "The Khan was too indulgent with his own offspring. Instead of killing Miransha, he had his guards whip him, persuaded by other princes and nobles. He then demanded that we transform his son back to his original form."

"If you ask me, he's not sick at all. He might even have made up the story about falling off his horse." The old shaman said confidently, "He must have believed in the Scarlet Wind, one of the Four Wind Gods, to become so violent and thirsty for blood!"

"Yes, yes, you are right. Drink your tea quickly. Put less spices in it. It's oily. How can you still drink it?" At that time, Li Rufeng thought that the old shaman was crazy again and didn't care at all.

But now, it's his problem.

When Timur was still alive, the extremely powerful Khanate defeated the Black Sheep Dynasty established by the Turkmen and its former overlord, the Jalail Sultanate. Both of the unfortunate rulers fled their homeland before being defeated.

The ruler of the Black Sheep Dynasty was Kara Yusuf, and the ruler of the Jalail Sultanate was Ahmed. According to the view within the Khanate, one of them was insidious and cunning, and the other was shameless.

The two impoverished sultans first approached the Mamluks, but the Mamluks were afraid of Timur's military might and refused to take them in. So they headed north and fled to the Ottoman Empire to seek refuge.

At that time, Bayezid I, the Ottoman ruler who had just defeated most of the Christian world and almost captured Constantinople and established a world-famous feat, was at the peak of his power. Naturally, he would not refuse such a good opportunity to enhance his reputation in the Islamic world.

He had already felt threatened by the ever-expanding Khanate in his rear, and this time he was just taking advantage of the situation.

Previously, the conversation between Timur and Bayezid was roughly like this.

The bones are attached to the flesh.

And now, the Ottomans in the northwest have a deep hatred for them. The Battle of Ankara has completely shattered their hope of conquering Constantinople, not to mention that the Lightning Sultan died in Timur's cell the following year after being captured...

In the southwest, the Mamluks were sharpening their swords and had been testing the strength of the Khanate's western border. Now the two Sultans, Hun and Ha, have proved how weak the Khanate is. Oh no, it's not the two Sultans now.

Not long ago, the two troublemakers Sultans went to war for the rebuilt Tabriz of the Khanate. This time, the shameless Ahmed was no match for the insidious and cunning Karl Yusuf and died on the way to escape.

The Black Sheep Dynasty, which had a larger territory, stood in the way of the exchanges between Li Rufeng and his men and the Khanate's homeland.

However, according to the latest intelligence obtained by Li Rufeng, the Khanate has begun to respond. Although there is internal turmoil, a lean camel is bigger than a horse after all. Khalil Sultan has mobilized a large army and is coming from the direction of Samarkand to quell the rebellion.

The good news is that the army has many soldiers and generals, and is composed of veterans who have persisted on the Eastern Road to the end, so their combat effectiveness is trustworthy.

The bad news is that the leading general is Milansha, who vowed to recapture the city he once destroyed...

In short, after hearing the news, Li Rufeng could probably guess what an epic boost the resistance will of the residents of Tabriz had received.

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Author's Note: In the early 15th century, plate armor was gradually abandoned by the knights of Catholic regions. Modular plate armor, which was more defensive, lighter, and more flexible, became popular. However, strangely, the Ottoman Empire, the Mamluk Empire, and the entire Muslim world, which were engaged in fierce battles with the Catholic countries during this period, remained unaffected. Perhaps due to the limitations of metallurgical technology, or perhaps due to the hotter climate, plate armor culture ultimately did not leave a trace in these lands. In the Ottoman Empire, for example, the Sipahi knights still mainly used plate and chain mail, and it was not until the mid-to-late 15th century that they tinkered with a degraded version called disc armor. By then, European knights had already developed the more mature Gothic plate armor...

Chapter 7: Changes in the Situation

For Mongke, this somewhat reckless raid yielded great rewards. If all went well, part of the spoils could be sold to passing merchants, and the money earned would be enough to support his advancement towards the position of centurion.

The other warriors in the camp who were able to participate in this privateering behavior were all Mengge's confidants. His promotion meant that everyone's interests were protected.

So these people soon started a party in the temporary camp with the looted wine and food, and everyone except the sentries joined in.

Even Li Rufeng and his half-grown son Bater did not escape. They were forced to drink several glasses of wine without any attempt to hide it.

Due to religious reasons, the Khanate nominally enforced a ban on alcohol, but in reality, almost no one actually enforced it in private.

There were even rumors that Timur Sultan himself died from drinking in his tent. What's more, Li Rufeng's tribe and the Tumed Wanhu under their jurisdiction were basically all Mongols who migrated from the East.

The Khanate rose so quickly that it did not exist when Timur was young, but when he died, it had become one of the largest countries in the world.

In order to facilitate governance, this method of transferring troops between the East and the West can ensure the loyalty of the border defense military forces.

The Mongols seemed much more casual about their beliefs. After all, it was only more than a hundred years ago that the Mongols began to generally accept the emerging belief of Islam. Most of the herders could not even read and write, so it was unrealistic to expect them to distinguish between a shaman and an imam.

"Shaman Rufeng, I toast to you!" Mengge raised his glass towards Li Rufeng. "If it weren't for you this time, I don't think any of those people would have survived."