Mount and Blade Central Asia

Tulik subconsciously took the dagger that looked no ordinary object. There were six gems inlaid on both sides of the scabbard, two large and four small. Under the light of the fire, they reflected different colors of luster, which was very noble.

"I...Tulik will not let down Shaman Rufeng's trust!" Tulik is not a real fool after all. He has to accept this mission whether he wants to or not.

"It's already halfway through January. Taking into account the time you've been on the road, tell those willing to join forces to resist to gather at the Erdaowan section of the Tianshui River before mid-February." Li Rufeng calculated the time with his fingers, set a date, and patted Tulik's shoulder. "It's all up to you!"

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Author's words: Today is a day off, only 2,000 words, take a breath

Chapter 57: For the sake of the tribe, you are now required to sacrifice your body...

As Li Rufeng solved the power problem, he finally had time to start shaping a completely new order. At least on the existing land and for the existing ruled, Li Rufeng could write his own rules at will.

First, there is the issue of tribal mergers. Because the Mongols adhere to their nomadic traditions, they have almost no fixed territory. The area where Li Rufeng's headquarters is located is just an area surrounded by a simple wooden fence.

In this respect, the winter camp of the Taierbahe tribe is similar. They use tents to surround a large enough camp. The luxurious tents of the patriarch and nobles are in the middle, and they are distributed radially outward according to their influence in the tribe. Almost all those living on the outermost edge of the camp are the elderly, the weak and the sick.

After considering it for a few days, Li Rufeng decided to move the Taierbahe tribe to be stationed near his own headquarters, because it was closer to the city of Aleppo, the terrain was flatter, and the trade routes were more prosperous.

Then came the military reform. Li Rufeng planned to carefully select forty people to train as elite soldiers. Thanks to Duosite's generosity, he now had enough armor and weapons to build at least two hundred-man teams.

These forty people will become his personal guards. Thanks to the system's cheating command ability and morale bonus, Li Rufeng doesn't even need to think about how to paint a rosy picture for these selected soldiers in a short period of time. They are willing to die for him.

In addition, because of the upcoming war, Li Rufeng also planned to mobilize a full cavalry century as a standing army, but this kind of thing has become a part of life for the Mongols.

A glass of wine, this wedding was her gift to please Li Rufeng.

After realizing Li Rufeng's kindness, Medina Taher, a smart woman, began to take the initiative to find a way to restore her position in Li Rufeng's heart. She seized the weakness of Li Rufeng being an outsider and offered her own strategy to him.

Li Rufeng raised his glass and clinked it with Mrs. Medinatah. Without Tulik, the idiot who wanted to be a middleman, they quickly found their common ground, which was that they were all egoists who knew the times.

Allowing Li Rufeng's tribe and Taierbahe's tribe to exchange marriages will undoubtedly quickly speed up the integration of the two sides. They are of the same origin and race. As long as the initial barriers caused by property and power are resolved, it will only take a few months for them to completely integrate and become indistinguishable from each other.

The wedding went smoothly. The men and women of the Taierbahe tribe sang and danced with all their energy, diluting the sadness brought by the funeral. Even Bao Rizheb was pushed out by Bater to bask in the sun.

Bater had lost a lot of weight visibly, but his eyes were bright. He witnessed with his own eyes how the wounded, whom he had carefully cared for, overcame the legendary postoperative infection and escaped the threat of death step by step. He also saw how those patients who did not follow Li Rufeng's medical advice eventually lost their lives due to inflammation and other symptoms just because of a small wound.

Before this, Battelle had never witnessed a control group experiment so directly. Now he understood it. The knowledge that Li Rufeng had taught him before flashed through his mind like a flash of lightning, as if something new was about to emerge every moment.

He wrote some questions on parchment and planned to find time to ask Shaman Rufeng for advice.

Beren, who was taking care of the wounded with him, reacted much calmer. He just kept making the sign of the cross and thanking God in a low voice. Hearing this, Bartel kept rolling his eyes. He felt that if there was anyone to thank, it should be Changshengtian, and it had nothing to do with God.

But Li Rufeng once told him that God or Eternal Heaven are just false names. People hope that they exist so that they can transfer some of their responsibilities and pressures to those false beings and live a little easier.

Therefore, there is no need to demand that everyone agree with you just for the sake of a title. Those who start a war for this are just people who have nothing to do.

Although these were the words Li Rufeng said when he just learned to speak, they undoubtedly left an indelible memory in Bater's heart. Influenced by the old shaman, Bater has shown some liberal tendencies in religious beliefs, but no one has ever given a conclusion as firmly and freely as Li Rufeng.

Bater was convinced of this, so he tolerated Beren's small mistake and just watched the Wind Shaman who occasionally fell into deep thought in the crowd, constantly thinking and asking questions. What was he thinking now? What kind of wonderful ideas were colliding in his head right now?

"Let's go back." Bao Rizhebu said in a hoarse voice, "I'm tired."

"Get some sun for a while, Brother Baori, it will be good for your recovery." Bater tried hard to smile, he could sense a hint of death in the other's heart. There were many disabled grassland warriors who survived excessive blood loss and infection and lived tenaciously, but in the end they could not withstand the days after becoming disabled.

The once strong body has now become a burden, and the once respected social status has now become a pitiful thing that eats leftovers. Every time he sees his old friends galloping on horseback, it feels like trampling on their hearts.

Bater was worried that Bao Rizhebu would become depressed and die of depression.

"Shaman Rufeng specifically told you to recover quickly because he has something important to ask you to do!" Bater knew that at this time only the title of Shaman Rufeng could cheer up Bao Rizhebu.

But Bao Rizhebu just lowered his head and stopped talking, as if he didn't want to argue with Bater.

By this time, Li Rufeng had completed his duties and walked to Bao Rizhebu with his little attendant. He reached out to check the degree of healing of the wound and nodded with satisfaction: "You have lived up to my expectations, Bater."

Bater pointed at Bao Rizhebu from behind and shook his head. Li Rufeng understood what he meant and continued, "I heard you're a little depressed. Are you worried that you won't be able to stand up in the future and become useless?"

Bao Rizhebu looked up at Li Rufeng with some pain, smiled bitterly, and said nothing. He was a taciturn person. He lost his father in childhood, his mother in childhood, and his three brothers and sisters all died young. He was the only one who lived to adulthood with difficulty, and his heart had long been filled with pain.

Now, the amputated leg has taken away his last hope, and he doesn't even know what the point of living is.

Li Rufeng had vaguely heard about the reason why Bao Rizhebu had been single. They said that Bao Rizhebu had a bad fate and whoever married him would die sooner or later, so he had been single until now. If it were not for Li Rufeng who transformed him into a soldier who had no worries about food and clothing, perhaps he would have lived like this for the rest of his life.

But now, the tribe needs Bao Rizhebu's dedication. Lady Medinatah not only helps Li Rufeng with advice, but also considerately selects suitable girls for the soldiers brought by Li Rufeng. As long as both parties are in love, the two tribes can be closer in an instant.

Li Rufeng coughed and asked Bao Rizhebu, "Baorizhebu, do you want a wife?"

Fifty-eighth

Shaman Zhang Rufeng wants to go to the city to enjoy life

All in all, Li Rufeng was very satisfied with his progress in power. He took a risk during a crisis and expanded his territory and population by about four times, but when the novelty and satisfaction that power gave to men faded, Li Rufeng began to feel empty.

This emptiness did not come from victory. Satuya's plump and mature body with a slight smell of sheep was in his arms, and there was a hint of heat inside, enough to satisfy the dream of any grassland man. In fact, if Satuya had not been secretly protected by Taierbahe before, she would never have waited for Li Rufeng to take advantage of her.

She was either Taierbahe's illegitimate daughter, or she was treated as a gift by Taierbahe to show his sincerity, so that she could grow up safely. But to Li Rufeng, she was like the power he had just obtained, which could only make people addicted for a short time... They were not good enough.

A time traveler has been around for nearly three years. He still has to rely on his own two legs to get up every day and walk around in the mud. What he eats every day depends on what goods the passing caravans have brought. Otherwise, he only has two choices: flatbread and boiled mutton. Where is the fun in that?

Li Rufeng's requirements are not high. He just hopes that he can be down-to-earth and pave the ground with polished stones or polished wooden boards. He also hopes that he can have three meals a day with a reasonable nutritional balance. The chef can ensure that he takes a bath every three days and looks clean and tidy.

He hoped that his attendants and maids would wear neat clothes, that he could sleep on a real bed covered with soft silk fabrics, that there would be hot water for bathing, and that he could bathe and change clothes in the sun every day without having to worry about turning around and seeing seven or eight women washing clothes staring at him.

He hoped to have a special study to store those expensive books, with someone to look after and maintain each book.

He hoped that he could communicate with the tax officer in charge of taxation every month to find out which taxes had been reduced or increased that month and formulate the tax system for the next quarter, instead of riding a horse himself and following the sheep dung trail to determine whether a herder had not returned to pay the fur, or whether the person had died or the flock had been attacked.

In general, Li Rufeng was not satisfied with the current situation. He did not like the nomadic life of the Mongols at all. These people had a terribly low utilization rate of land.

This is not the northern desert steppe, nor the Siberian permafrost, this is the Fertile Crescent. The river where he can hear the sound of water flowing is the Euphrates River in the Mesopotamian Basin.

"I need a city." Shaman Rufeng looked at the goat milk, cheese, mutton, blood sausage and bread on the table, pondered for three seconds, and said to himself.

"What did you say?" Bater asked with two milk mustaches on the corners of his mouth. Hearing his words, Orus and Beren both stopped enjoying breakfast.

I can no longer taste any mutton smell.

At noon, Li Rufeng and his entourage watched the herdsmen of the Taierbahe tribe pack their luggage and maintain their horse-drawn carts, calculating how long it would take to return to the tribe.

Even for nomadic tribes like the Mughals, each migration was a laborious process. It took about three to five days for the entire camp to complete the loading process, and then someone had to plan the route to the next destination to ensure there was enough drinking water along the way.

In Li Rufeng's opinion, if the Mongols' rather stubborn traditions were ignored, they could have transformed from nomadism to settlement long ago. However, he did not intend to break this tradition for the time being. After all, even in the Tengger grasslands that he had previously promoted, people lived a happy and joyful nomadic life.

He needs time and enough external pressure to keep the internal pressure as low as possible. However, the time left for the Mughals is really running out...

"Shaman Rufeng, a messenger said he brought a message from Qinggelinayan!"

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Author's Note: There will be another chapter soon

I will update it tomorrow during the day...

The history of the Mamluk dynasty in Syria during this period of time is a little different, I have to revise it

Chapter 59: Qinggelinayan

Strictly speaking, the title "Nayan" had no legal effect within the order established by Timur. It was just a customary title among the descendants of the Mongols in Mongolian tradition. Its original meaning was the chief of a thousand tents, meaning a thousand households or a thousand-man leader. Later, this title gradually became a nickname for Mongolian nobles.

But here, in this multi-ethnic mixed border area ruled by the Dosite Wanhu, Qinggeli's use of the name Nayan after the death of the old Sultan seemed to have considerable political significance.

First, he confirmed that he was a noble among the Mongols. Secondly, he stated his intention. Qinggeli wanted to restore the supreme status of the Mongols here.

The discord between Duosite and Qinggeli has become increasingly obvious in the past year. The previous sneak attack on Taierbaha's tribe was not without purpose. Taierbaha and his son are considered to be staunch supporters of Qinggeli.

As a student of the old shaman, Li Rufeng had met Qinggelinayan. Of course, whether the other party still remembered him was another matter. After all, there was no patient who needed surgery on the spot, so it was a pity that Li Rufeng had to show off in front of others.

Li Rufeng did not dare and could not neglect Qinggeli Nayan's messenger, because he was the man behind Mengge. Qinggeli Nayan himself controlled a standing team of 100 people, his brother controlled another, and Mengge was Qinggeli's nephew.

As for whether there was any kinship between the centurion of the last standing hundred-man team and Qinggelinayan, Li Rufeng didn't know, nor did he care. He only knew that based on his apparent strength, Qinggelinayan controlled the most elite armed forces in the entire Wanhu.

A total of three hundred elite Moghul cavalrymen who could be used as knights in the Crusaders.

These elite cavalrymen were not soldiers selected by Li Rufeng and Taierbahe from their own tribes. They were all professional soldiers riding two, three or even four horses. It might be an exaggeration to say that they were the best light cavalry and archers of this era, but at least during the half century when Timur was conquering the east and the west, they found no rivals in this land spanning the three continents of Asia, Africa and Europe.

When Mongke and his men went out to rob caravans, they usually had a few elite veterans with new recruits sent by nearby tribes as escorts. Strictly speaking, those new recruits were not on the payroll, and they could only bring their own dry food and learn how to fight from the veterans.

For example, Michel, who Li Rufeng personally performed an open abdominal surgery to remove the arrowhead, was such a recruit who brought his own dry food. His biggest dream was that one day he would be selected by Mengge as a regular soldier and join his own centurion team.

And now, the messenger acting as Qinggelinayan is a cavalry team consisting of three people.

When Li Rufeng came over, the three special forces were still riding on their tall horses, impatiently waiting for the tribal leader to appear...

"Shaman Rufeng, why are you here?" The leading cavalryman recognized that very recognizable face, and at the same time felt a faint phantom pain in his ribs. He hurriedly turned over and dismounted. When he was still four or five meters away from Li Rufeng, he respectfully touched his chest and bowed his head to express his respect.

His name was Narigele, a soldier under Centurion Dangertai. He was stabbed in the ribs with a dagger last time, and it was Shaman Rufeng who pulled him back from the hands of death. He did not dare to disrespect Li Rufeng.

"It's a long story, why don't you come into my tent and tell me in detail?" Li Rufeng looked at the three cavalrymen who had dismounted and stood at attention, and smiled gently, still very satisfied with his own hand. "I asked Satuya to make some milk tea, you can rest for a while."

The three soldiers wearing chain mail and helmets looked at each other, and finally it was Nari Ge Le who made the final decision and followed Li Rufeng obediently.

The women and children along the way looked at these soldiers curiously. They had just experienced the baptism of war and were somewhat sensitive to such things. The women in the tribe all knew that a war was about to break out and the men had to fight to the death.

And Nari Gele was also observing the abnormalities of the Taierbahe tribe. The burnt tents and blood-stained flags all proved that a battle had recently taken place here. They even found a horse carcass that was almost eaten by wild beasts on the way here.

"Shaman Rufeng, where is Chief Taierbahe? What happened here?" Nari Gele asked in a low voice. He couldn't help but feel puzzled when he saw that the herdsmen along the way showed more respect to Li Rufeng than himself.

"The Taierbahe tribe was attacked by the Duoshite Wanhu army three days ago. Taierbahe and his son both died heroically in battle." Li Rufeng winked at Bater and then walked into the tent. "I happened to be a guest in the tribe at the time, and was forced to take on the task of leading the tribe's warriors in a counterattack. Fortunately, we fulfilled our mission and ultimately defeated the Duoshite soldiers."

He deliberately did not mention that this place now belonged to him, wanting to first see what message Qinggelinayan's people wanted to convey.

The expressions of Nari Gele and the other two cavalrymen suddenly grew serious. He pressed on, "Shaman Rufeng, are you sure these are soldiers of the Dosite Wanhu?"

Li Rufeng nodded affirmatively. At this time, Bater brought the timid Oulus into the tent. He introduced them, "This is Butubasin's son, Oulus. His mother has temporarily entrusted him to me for instruction."

Wulus nodded vigorously. His awe for Li Rufeng was like the sunlight in the early morning, clear and pure. In his eyes, Shaman Rufeng not only defeated the enemies who attacked the tribe and killed his grandfather and father, but also taught people the belief of how to live. He was a great man.

Nari Gele and his two companions exchanged glances, but before they could come to any conclusion, Hulujirga carelessly opened the tent and shouted at the soldiers to push a few slaves to kneel in the tent.

If Dost was here, he would definitely recognize that there was an Armenian, a Persian, a Transoxiana man, and finally someone carried in a cleaned heavy cavalry armor.

"Who are you, where are you from, and whose orders are you receiving?" Li Rufeng smiled and asked softly.

"Sir, my name is Mathis, and I'm from Hoy Village in Maragheh." The kneeling Armenian looked up at Li Rufeng, his voice trembling. He was afraid that the Oriental man would drag him out and chop him down if they disagreed. "I was recruited by Captain Lavard. I don't know whose order it was..."

The legends about the Khitans have never ceased to spread in this land, and the pagan shaman in front of him is undoubtedly a genuine Oriental.

Someone who could hear the questions clearly and answer them as required at this time was already considered a talent. Li Rufeng was very satisfied with Mathis. He waved his hand and said, "Give him some hot soup and mutton."

Mathis immediately gave a flattering smile, and the other two captives' eyes lit up.

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According to Narigele's understanding, Qinggelinayan's meaning should be referring to the Chagatai Khan who is still in power, Sutan Mahamu. After all, they had nominally sworn allegiance to that Khan back then.

But strictly speaking, Sutan Mahamu was a Khan from the line of Ogedei. He was supported by the old Sultan just as a decoration and never had any dignity.

Furthermore, strictly speaking, these Mongol people belong to the Eastern Chagatai Khanate. The current Khan is Shami Chagan. To be honest, compared to Shami Chagan, Sutan Mahamu is also quite majestic...

After all, when the old Sultan minted coins, he printed the portrait of Sutan Mahamu on them. Although the old Sultan wanted to win the hearts of the Mongols, Sutan Mahamu's reputation was indeed greatly improved. Many ignorant Mongols even thought that this was an illusion that the good days were back.

As for Shamichagan, he didn't even have the final say on which girls he could sleep with tonight. The Dugrat tribe had him under their tight control.

So when Li Rufeng asked this, Narigele had no idea how to answer. It was estimated that when Qinggelinayan was preparing to rebel, he thought that shouting "Fight for the Khan" would sound better and inspire people, and he didn't think too much about it.

"Go back and tell Qinggelinayan that I said this slogan was bad." Li Rufeng smiled, calming the frightened soldiers below. "But I support his uprising against the tyranny of the Doshita. The Mongols are not ruthless conquerors. We are willing to lead all the oppressed people in this land to resist the Doshita."

Aren't we? That day, Ge Le's face was full of confusion, and he was successfully deceived by Li Rufeng. He looked at Li Rufeng for help: "How about Shaman Rufeng, please write down your intentions on a piece of paper and I will bring it back to you. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't pass it on correctly..."

Tsk, this is why grassroots teams are difficult to lead. These people are good at riding horses and chopping people, but other than that, it is difficult to even pass on a message.

Even sadder was the fact that no one in the tent understood Li Rufeng's hidden meaning. Even Bater, whom he had high hopes for, was pondering Li Rufeng's previous question. They wanted to restore the Khan's majesty...

"Bring me a pen!" Li Rufeng waved his hand listlessly. The only one who responded to him was the nine-year-old Oulus. He walked out of the tent nimbly, probably to ask his mother for pen and paper.

As for Satuya, she just smiled foolishly, as if she was once again conquered by Li Rufeng's charm.

I want a city, preferably one with a castle, stone floors, a large bathtub where I can bathe in the sun, a library, and a jester who can write obscene poetry to make me laugh every day, even if he can only pick up the jokes...

Li Rufeng suddenly realized that he had never had anyone to talk to properly since the old shaman died. The spiritual loneliness he felt was no less than the loneliness he felt when he first came here and walked on the grassland for two days and two nights without seeing anyone.

The death of Bahá and his son made all that void.

If he wants to get the support of the Taierba tribe, he now has to renegotiate with Li Rufeng and make a new offer.

That day, Ge Le might not have understood the real meaning of Li Rufeng keeping him for one more day, but as long as he went back and reported truthfully, Qinggelinayan would naturally understand what the merger represented. Even if he had any dissatisfaction, he would have to wait until the war with Duosite was over before expressing it.

But by that time, Li Rufeng had already completed the integration of the two tribes, and Qinggelinayan had to accept the fact that a powerful tribe had emerged under his command.

"Shaman Rufeng, I'm leaving Hulucierjia and Erile in your care. Be careful. The consolidation of the tribes is a major event, and some people might be uneasy." Habashibuhua appeared before Li Rufeng, wearing a helmet and armor, and looked around cautiously. "I've sent two light cavalrymen back to report the news. I estimate that by this time tomorrow, Wuerhun will have received the news and will be ready in advance."

"Well done. Be careful on the road. If Dosite really joins forces with the Black Sheep People, this grassland will not be safe." Li Rufeng was very satisfied with Habashibuhua's experience. As of now, only he and Wuerhun are useful in the tribe. Bater still needs training, and there are no other management talents. Although Huluchirjia is brave, he seems to have lost his mind. His IQ is only online when he is making dirty jokes.

Li Rufeng is no longer afraid of any trouble caused by the nobles of the Taierba tribe. He only hopes that these people have talents that match their status.

Thinking of this, Li Rufeng sincerely hoped that Muzaffar Natanz would get better soon, so that Li Rufeng could try to make money from the post station system.

Unfortunately, most of the local Diwanli are Persians, and the possibility of winning them over is not high, but Li Rufeng is willing to give it a try. After all, Duosite’s strength is just so-so. If they fight head-on, the Mongols can beat them to a pulp.