Mount and Blade Central Asia

Tribal migration is a big event, especially for a tribe of the size of the Taierbahe tribe. Under normal circumstances, since there is no fighting, the entire tribe will instantly disperse into several parts and go to familiar pastures to graze according to their own habits. The Taierbahe tribe only needs to provide the location of the next gathering.

Li Rufeng just happened to be in a good time. When Taierbahe and his son died, the entire tribe gathered together, making it easier to seize power. Otherwise, by the time the scattered tribes gathered together again, they would probably have already discussed who the successor would be, or a large tribe would simply split up and become three or four small tribes of the size of Li Rufeng's tribe.

Now that Li Rufeng has seized the initiative, he must do the subsequent matters in an orderly manner.

The lead team was mainly composed of young and middle-aged people, with a size of about 150 people. They traveled light and only rode horses. Their main responsibility was to clear obstacles along the way, find a suitable place to camp, and determine whether there was any danger around.

Habashibuhua leads such a team, which has strong combat effectiveness and quick actions.

Li Rufeng will be in charge of the headquarters, which has the largest number of people, a total of 500 people. The journey stretches for several miles, and the horses and carts are loaded slowly. They also need to carry the wounded and those with mobility difficulties.

Mrs. Medinatah said awkwardly as she walked into the tent.

"I guess Madam Medinatah still has some doubts about my character. In that case..." Li Rufeng smiled and gestured to Milzan, who immediately left in a hurry. Until he left the house, he did not dare to make any eye contact with Medinatah.

Medina Taher's face looked a little ugly. She knew that she could not hide her coming to Li Rufeng's tent from those sharp eyes and ears, and she was prepared to pay the price in her heart, but being seen on the spot was still a bit beyond her tolerance.

Her complexion kept switching between red and white, just like the face-changing artists in Sichuan Opera.

"Now that the entire tribe belongs to you, what plans do you have for us?" Lady Medinatah asked bluntly, with a reckless attitude. "I sent Orus to be your escort, but you haven't shown any interest. Do you really want me to come to your tent like this?"

"Do you want to humiliate me?" Medina Taher said as she stood up and started to undress, which made Li Rufeng's hands tremble.

To be fair, Medina Taher is only about 23 or 24 years old this year. Although she is already a mother of three children, as a noble person on the grassland, her skin is fair and delicate, and there are no sun spots on her face caused by hard work. She truly has the childish charm of a girl and the sexiness of a young woman who knows everything.

The only problem is that Li Rufeng has no such interest in Medina Taher.

His requirements for women have never changed. As a time traveler, he felt that it was not excessive for him to want a princess. If his requirements were 100 points, then Satuya would only be 60 points. She was young and had a good figure, so her appearance was acceptable, but she was far from perfect in terms of education and independent personality.

In comparison, Medina Tah's overall score is estimated to be 70 to 75 points. Her appearance is comparable to Satuya's, and her figure is two levels lower, but her temperament and cultivation are much better.

But for Li Rufeng, it makes no difference... The reason why beauties are called beauties is because they have almost no flaws, they are perfect, and their beauty has no dead angles. This is why so many heroes and people in power would rather give up their kingdom and wealth to win a beauty's smile.

If you can't get such a beauty, what difference does it make whether the girl next to you scores 60 points or 70 points?

What's more, Li Rufeng didn't want to go to bed with Butubasin's wife right after finishing his funeral. After all, he had talked to the dead a few days ago. This world is very weird, and it's best not to do anything wrong.

He clenched his fist like a fist in his hand, "The Taierbahe tribe is just the beginning, and this war is just the beginning, do you understand?"

Medinatah felt her heart beating faster than when she married Butubasin ten years ago. She looked straight at Li Rufeng as if she was crazy, and nodded vigorously after a long time.

"It's late, ma'am, please go back." Li Rufeng waved his hand, indicating that the other party should leave.

Mrs. Medinatah heard the refusal in Li Rufeng's words and suddenly blushed. She glared at him with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance, took a few deep breaths, and calmly straightened her clothes. "In that case, Shaman Wang Rufeng is a man of his word. Wulusi is Butu Baxin's bloodline. Even if the tribe changes owners, he should be protected by the tribe where his father lived. We are not going anywhere."

"Mr. Li never lies." Li Rufeng replied with a smile, but only the first pronoun in this sentence was true.

Chapter 63 Accident

In fact, compared with the location of Li Rufeng's tribe, the living area of ​​the Taierbahe tribe has even richer products. There are sparse poplars, eucalyptus and willow trees on both sides of the Euphrates River. Moving upstream along the river, the trees become gradually denser. These trees are also the main source of timber for the Mughals.

Due to the limited types of local wood, lele carts (Note 1) are generally made of eucalyptus, because its wood has moderate toughness and hardness, and is corrosion-resistant, making it very suitable for making wheels.

It can be said that the horse-drawn cart is the most important property of a Mongol family. Its status is roughly equal to that of a tent, slightly inferior to the herds of livestock. When the herders of the Taierbahe tribe loaded their tents and belongings that had already been packed up onto the carts, the entire tribal camp suddenly shrank by two-thirds, with only a dozen or so tents left. Those were the tents of the old herders who needed to gather the herds and follow the main force.

Except for children, the wounded and the elderly who cannot ride horses, ordinary Mughals do not travel on horse-drawn carts. Generally, a family only has one or two horse-drawn carts, and the conditions do not allow it. But if you are a noble person, it is a different matter.

Medinatah has a horse-drawn cart pulled by two oxen, which is specially used for people to sit. Except that the wheels are a little bigger, it looks like an ordinary two-wheeled animal-drawn cart.

Li Rufeng had no intention of riding in a carriage. Even if he had no intention of practicing his riding skills, riding in a horse-drawn carriage would be a torture for a man because comfort and other issues were not considered when it was first built.

But if Li Rufeng were asked to find fault, he would have almost nothing to say, because the Lele cart is truly a minimalist design, easy to manufacture and easy to repair. Although it is not durable, it is definitely the most suitable means of transportation for nomadic peoples.

It feels quite comfortable to be sunbathed. There are only a few white clouds in the blue sky, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Li Rufeng was in the rear team of the headquarters at this time. The front team was about two to three hours away from them, and the middle team was less than half an hour away from them. As for the rear team, if everything went well, they might be able to set off at this time tomorrow.

Looking at the slowly moving convoy, Li Rufeng even began to understand why these grassland men loved war. It was because the pace of life in this era was too slow. After coming to this world, he learned the language, tried to integrate into the group, and interspersed it with exciting things like performing surgery to divert attention. Only then did he barely adapt to this slow life.

And now, Li Rufeng has tasted the sweetness of war for the first time, the tension and excitement, and the amount of information exchange that far exceeds the times. He has truly experienced what it means for an hour to be longer than a year.

When the dust of war temporarily dissipated, Li Rufeng even felt that the air around him was dull, just like the creaking rotation of the wheels of a horse-drawn cart, making people feel as if there was no end.

The children seemed very happy. Their favorite thing was to ride in a horse-drawn cart and move. Bater did not ride a horse. He took care of Bao Rizhebu in a horse-drawn cart with a small shed. This kind of passenger vehicle was called a muhariya, but the people inside were suffering just the same.

"Baorizhebu, how are you feeling?" Li Rufeng rode his horse beside the horse-drawn cart and looked at Baoorizhebu's pale face sticking out of the small window, looking extremely weak.

He has passed the most dangerous period of infection. Now as long as the wound does not fester, he can survive. Li Rufeng is more concerned about Bao Rizhebu's mental state.

"Master Shaman, I'm fine, but it's a bit uncomfortable that I can't ride a horse." Bao Rizhebu tried his best to smile. He certainly knew how serious his injuries were and how difficult it would be for Shaman Rufeng to save him.

"Don't overthink it. We're about to go to war, and the tribe needs people everywhere," Li Rufeng said in a negotiating tone. "You can't ride horses, so you can help me teach those foals how to shoot arrows. Can you do that?"

Bao Rizhebu's face regained some spirit, and he looked at Li Rufeng with gratitude, and then the next second an arrow pierced his arm.

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The direction that Rufeng just looked at.

As the horse-drawn cart slowly moved forward, Bao Rizhebu's focus gradually shifted to the left and rear.

At this moment, Hulucierjia, who had noticed something strange about Li Rufeng, galloped over and asked casually, "Shaman Rufeng, are you tired and want to sit up for a while?"

"Shut up!" Bao Rizhebu, whose view was blocked by Hulucierjia, cursed angrily and raised his injured palm, "We're being attacked! Idiot!"

Just as Bao Rizhebu was speaking, another small black dot descended in a parabola from a distance and fell towards the carriage where Li Rufeng was. Hulucierjia followed Bao Rizhebu's gaze and looked up to see the arrow with only gravitational potential energy left. He grabbed the arrow in his hand.

Then, his mind caught up with his body's reaction, and he shouted in panic: "Enemy attack! There are enemies!"

Huluchirjia is a good charge, but he is too nervous. It is better to wait for Wulusi to grow up than to expect him to become a general. Li Rufeng had no intention of relying on Huluchirjia to solve this problem.

The people brought out from Li Rufeng's tribe were all people whom Li Rufeng could completely trust. He did not need to put these people under his own command to gain their trust. On the contrary, Li Rufeng now really needed the forty cavalrymen of the Taierbahe tribe to maintain this loyalty and fanaticism.

Just as Li Rufeng got on the carriage, the cavalrymen under his command once again felt the feeling of being called up, and according to the orders they received, they gradually prepared for the charge in the convoy.

"Something's wrong! It should be there!" Bao Rizhebu saw the second half of the arrow's trajectory clearly this time. As an archer, he accurately judged the shooter's approximate position, but there was indeed no one there.

"Leave it to me." Li Rufeng didn't care whether there was anyone there or not. Taierbahe and his son died so strangely, Wusali's body could open his mouth and speak, and now there was an invisible sharpshooter, which was not too outrageous. He just needed his cavalry to plow through there and he would know whether there was anyone there or not!

Forty cavalrymen suddenly began to charge in a fighting posture, causing a commotion in the rear of their own unit, but this small disturbance was quickly suppressed by other soldiers and nobles.

Everyone focused their attention on the charging cavalry. This time, the cavalry under Li Rufeng were not as miserable as they were in the last hasty battle. Thanks to the generosity of Dosite Wanhu, these forty men were all wearing chain mail, helmets, sabers at their waists, bows and arrows on their backs, and two barrels of arrows hanging on their horses' buttocks. They were obviously elite.

Although they could not see where the enemy was, the god-like Shaman Rufeng had already given the attack area. These cavalrymen drew their bows and aimed at the target area at a distance of fifty meters. Then, thanks to Li Rufeng's remote command, they fired a very beautiful volley.

Forty arrows were evenly distributed in the area mapped by Li Rufeng with his eyes. The cavalrymen clearly saw that one of the arrows suddenly hit a non-existent human-shaped target, and the arrow just hovered in the air.

There was no time to be surprised, because Li Rufeng had already issued the order for the second round of mounted archery based on the feedback from the cavalrymen.

This time, out of forty arrows, thirty-two hit the target. Now hundreds of people in the rear team of the headquarters saw the existence of the human-shaped target. The children were frightened and cried loudly. The women subconsciously began to pray to Changshengtian, and the men exchanged their surprise with each other through their eyes.

"Put on your armor." Li Rufeng ordered his cavalry not to get close to the location of the corpse, but to disperse and make sure that there were no more invisible enemies nearby. Then he started to put on his helmet and armor.

Li Rufeng put on his full set of armor, put on his helmet, and found a shield in his hand. Under the cover of Huluchirjia, he rode his horse to the surrounded enemy corpses.

At this time, the unlucky shooter had appeared, a black sheep man wearing a black robe and a black turban. The sheep head pattern painted on his black clothes with white paint was particularly eye-catching.

Li Rufeng walked around the corpse several times and found an irregular triangular pattern in the surrounding grass. It was drawn with the blood of some animal. The three edges all had complex lines extending inward and outward in an irregular shape. In addition, it was blocked by dense grass and could not be seen without getting off the horse and taking a careful look.

The corpse was standing in the middle of the triangle. After being hit by an arrow, the archer still did not move his standing position. He then endured the next 32 arrows and was shot like a hedgehog.

"Whoever misses the target in the second round, go back and practice your archery skills." Li Rufeng memorized the magic circle and joked with his soldiers, "Otherwise, I'll make him stand here as a target next time."

But these cavalrymen were not funny at all. If Li Rufeng had not been here, their legs would probably have gone weak by now.

"It's just a trifle, not worthy of being displayed on the stage." Li Rufeng waved his hand nonchalantly, "Pull back all the arrows, dig a hole, and burn the body."

"Let me see if there's anything valuable!" Hulucierjia was the first to respond, dismounting and beginning to search the corpses, as if he saw invisible archers every day. His performance made the surrounding cavalry breathe a sigh of relief, thinking it was nothing special. Didn't Shaman Rufeng say, "It's just a trifle..."

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Author's Note: The information found regarding horse archery is very contradictory, especially regarding range.

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"Hachiman's Stupid Boy's Training (A Edition)" is quoted from Chu Yiwei's "The Yuan Invasion - Japan's Perspective on the Yuan Dynasty's Two Eastern Expeditions" (The Art of War, Issue 8), which states, "The Mongolian arrows could reach a distance of two cho (220 meters), but the Shugo Daifang could not." This records the situation during the Bun'ei Campaign (1274), but it refers to the range of the infantry bows.

In the 13th century, when the Pope's envoy Plano Carpini was on a diplomatic mission to Mongolia, he wrote "The Travels of Plano Carpini to Mongolia", which recorded that the basic weapons of Mongolian warriors were three bows, which were used for different situations such as shooting on foot and shooting on horseback. Therefore, a qualified Mongolian elite soldier should have one person, two horses, and two to three bows.

By the early 15th century, with the advancement of armor forging technology, the actual situation of cavalry archery in Central Asia, especially when facing armored targets, should be a frontal charge. When the distance between the target and 18 to 20 meters, the cavalry would shoot straight arrows, using armor-piercing arrows to cause effective damage to the target. Then they would turn to the side and turn back, forming a U-shaped formation. This cycle would repeat over and over again, like peeling a potato, until the target could no longer withstand the damage and the formation collapsed. This required a terrible level of overall coordination and individual ability from the cavalry.

Chapter 65: The Devil Hidden in the Herbs

The Black Sheep people obviously regarded Li Rufeng as a trouble and had one eye on him, but their current focus should still be on the front battlefield to deal with the counterattack of the Timurid Khanate, and they could only use a little bit of their spare energy to make things difficult for Li Rufeng.

The invisible archers before were just an appetizer. Two groups of black sheep cavalry, each with about dozens of people, had been following the migrating team of the Taierbahe tribe, rushing over from time to time to harass them for a while. Li Rufeng had to send some soldiers to the rear to prevent them from attacking the herd.

As for the main force, Li Rufeng's forty personal soldiers, cooperating in a small area, could be regarded as the elite cavalry of Timurid Khanate. They did not take the Black Sheep People of the same number into consideration at all and fought however they wanted.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. The headquarters had arrived at the third camp left by the advance team and started to make a fire and cook. The elderly and the wounded also took this opportunity to go out and move around. Bao Rizhebu was carried on Hulucierjia's back and ate from the same pot with Li Rufeng.

This was the highest courtesy Li Rufeng could give to these grassland men. Everyone knew that Li Rufeng cared very much about this aspect. Before this, he had only treated the old shaman in this way.

Speaking of which, Bao Rizhebu was also unlucky. With a projectile shot at a distance of 350 steps, even a sharpshooter could hit the target depending on luck and God's will. Even if he could become invisible, it might also involve some blessings from the Four Winds faith. Being hit by the first arrow was definitely not just bad luck.

Looking at Bao Rizhebu, whose leg was burned and whose hand was bandaged like a rice dumpling, Li Rufeng couldn't help but start to think, why not use traditional oriental skills to exorcise the evil spirits and get rid of bad luck?

After all, Changshengtian is also considered an Eastern deity, right? This should be universal, right? If he doesn't understand the meaning of jumping over fire pots and flapping leaves around his hands and feet, then he's too rigid, and can't tolerate shamans like me and the old shaman...

"Are you okay?" Li Rufeng asked somewhat embarrassedly. He remembered that he greeted Bao Rizhebu in the same way last time, but Bao Rizhebu was hit by an arrow, which meant that he had one less knee than a normal person. Otherwise, the consequences might have been more serious.

As expected, Bao Rizhebu subconsciously straightened his chest, widened his eyes, and glanced around. He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was absolutely safe. He looked at Li Rufeng and said with some shame, "I don't feel well, Shaman Rufeng. I feel dizzy and my wound hurts. Especially at night, my legs hurt a lot."

"You're probably dizzy because you've lost too much blood. I'll have someone cook some more blood tofu for you later to replenish your body." Li Rufeng felt happier when he saw Bao Rizebu's face, which looked much more energetic than in the past few days. When Bao Rizebu was treating the wound on his hand, he mentioned the matter of being an instructor again and used the example of veterans from the Genghis Khan era who taught new recruits to emphasize how important organized training is to professional soldiers.

Of course, the examples were all made up by him, but the principle is the same. The combat effectiveness of an army needs to be maintained by well-trained and experienced veterans. They are the roots, bones, and soul of the army, and the quality of the new recruits and their subsequent training are the blood that comes in.

Li Rufeng's ability can effectively ensure the survival rate of veterans. If there is a perfect training mechanism, it is not impossible for them to become stronger and stronger.

"Cook another pot of pain-relieving soup for Bao Rizhebu tonight, one-fifth of the dose, a small bowl, and distribute the rest to other seriously injured people." Li Rufeng instructed Bater. In this era, using poppy plants to relieve pain is considered a high-end treatment method. The only thing to be careful about is not to get addicted.

The origin of this plant is West Asia. It was spread to the East through trade routes as early as the Three Kingdoms period and was named Hibiscus. In this land, it has become a secret medicine that is not passed on by all major forces. When the old shaman first taught this secret medicine to Li Rufeng as a unique skill, the young and ignorant Li Rufeng almost fell into the trap.

Fortunately, years of popular education made Li Rufeng instantly realize what kind of poison he had been poisoned by, and he vomited it all out through physical vomiting.

Later, when he angrily "reasoned" with the old shaman, he found that the old shaman really regarded this thing as his special skill. This was the "divine skill" that the old shaman had learned from Muslim legal scholars at a great cost.

Esoteric knowledge', which was very effective in treating dysentery, diarrhea and eye diseases, but he had no idea what the consequences of taking this medicine for a long time would be.

The fact that Wu Sali always looks like he has kidney deficiency may also be related to this.

After Li Rufeng briefly described the possible consequences, the old shaman's first reaction was to sigh: "No wonder..."

It took Li Rufeng several months to understand what the old shaman meant by "no wonder". At that time, Mengge sent a half-crazy soldier. He had just returned from the battlefield where he suppressed a rebellion. He looked extremely listless, and had symptoms such as restlessness, tears, sweating, runny nose, irritability, trembling, chills, anorexia, diarrhea, and cramps. The legal scholars accompanying the army believed that he was possessed by an evil spirit and sent him back to his hometown to fend for himself.

Mengge chose him from his own team of a hundred men, so he took him to Li Rufeng to have him treated. If the condition did not improve, he would ask the old shaman to exorcise the evil spirits and ensure that his soul was not polluted.

Li Rufeng spent three days trying to bring the man back, but in the end the man died of a heart palpitation at night.

From then on, the old shaman never brewed the magic medicine again, although he had often used that magic medicine to protect himself from the pain of rheumatoid arthritis before. In his words, the clergy should be most proud of their willpower. They should not be lenient with themselves in this regard. Knowing that this kind of medicine is harmful and extremely addictive, they should not continue to rely on it.

He also said that the Sudanese army would brew large quantities of magical medicine before the battle and distribute it to the soldiers charging into battle, making them hyperactive and insensitive to pain. However, this also often led to them becoming extremely manic, and they often massacred cities and prisoners of war...

Li Rufeng estimated that the old shaman never let go of this matter until his death.

However, at the moment, hibiscus flower is indeed one of the few medicines in Li Rufeng's hands that has an immediate effect. He must use it with caution to avoid making big mistakes.

Bater participated in the entire nursing process of the soldier. He had seen that patients with withdrawal reactions were scary, so he would only use his best methods with Li Rufeng's permission and when it was necessary.

At this moment, the moonlight was alluring, and a scream broke the silence of the temporary camp.

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Author's words: The origin of poppies is no longer verifiable. After all, Western archaeology is as unreliable as myths. However, there is indeed evidence that around 3400 BC, the Sumerians were growing poppies in the Tigris-Euphrates River basin and called them "joy plants." Since then, the Greeks, Romans, Egyptians, and later Arabs have been artificially growing and using this plant.

The famous work "Canon of Medicine" by Muslim philosopher Ibn Sina (Avicenna in Latin, 980-1037 AD) has been used as a standard textbook for doctors for hundreds of years. It specifically mentions the role of opium in treating dysentery, diarrhea and eye diseases.

But it is worth noting that there is currently no direct evidence to show that during the Timurid Khanate, there were records of the use of opium products as stimulants in the army. This is just the author's fabrication and private speculation. But a century later, the overlord of this region, the Ottoman Empire, did have the habit of using this substance in the army to overcome fear. Considering the convenience of the raw material production area and the glorious history of Timurid Khanate's military conquest, I think such a description may have a certain degree of rationality. If anyone has an objection, the objector's opinion shall prevail. The above

Chapter 66: Dandan's Sadness

"Let's go and see what happened." Li Rufeng sighed. After being attacked at night for two consecutive nights, Li Rufeng has learned his lesson. Every night he personally deploys his trusted soldiers to stand guard nearby, or he keeps his armor by his side, making sure he has a knife, a shield, and someone he trusts at hand.

Hulucier said "en", picked up the knife in his hand and stood up to leave. In terms of the skill of using the scimitar, Li Rufeng had only seen two people who were better than Hulucier. One was Haishar and the other was Muzaffar Natanz.

However, it is unknown how much of his martial arts skills the latter can retain after his injuries are healed. In this era, one has to pay a price with his hands. He cannot guarantee the strength of his muscle sutures, let alone whether the catgut and fish gut sutures that are crudely made based on his own imagination can guarantee strength. It can be said that apart from theoretical knowledge such as basic techniques and disinfection, the effectiveness of his surgery is basically supported by the system bonus.

Li Rufeng had seen it all: inflammation, suppuration, and death. Stephen Westaby, a renowned pioneer in cardiac surgery, once wrote in his diary, "There are three patients on today's surgery list. I don't know which one will survive."

Li Rufeng could even eat his dinner in a hurry despite the screams coming from dozens of meters away. He had been riding a horse all day, and the insides of his legs were so painful that he didn't want to close them. However, there is a reward for every effort. After investing specialization points to gain a higher proficiency bonus, his riding level increased by 2 levels in the past three days, and now he has reached a proficiency of 31 points.

Furthermore, because he commanded the cavalry to drive out the Black Sheep, his Tactics level had also risen slightly, now reaching 17 points, and he was not far from reaching 25 points, which was enough to earn him a specialization.

..Bar?

Li Rufeng tilted his ear and continued to listen to the screaming sound. The sound was a little weaker than before, but it was probably not life-threatening.