Mount and Blade Central Asia

jump!

The arrow entered Ibn Khaldun's left eye and exited from the back of his head, taking his life instantly.

(Archery proficiency +2,6/25)

(Riding proficiency +1, 32/50)

(You killed Ibn Khaldun, gaining +120 experience)

(Your relationship with the important figure Piri Reyes +1)

(Your relationship with the important person Saladin Muhet +1)

(Your relationship with the important figure Wuerhun +1)

(Your relationship with the important figure Mirzan +1)

(Your relationship with the important figure Gu Dier +1)

Li Rufeng looked at the prompt from the system, turned around and smiled at everyone. In the sunlight, the young man's heroic posture already had a hint of rebelliousness.

Chapter 70: Be Frank

Tsk, how on earth did this guy manage to offend everyone he met by himself? Li Rufeng happily counted the pile of favorable impressions in front of him.

He suddenly realized that this was also a way to identify people's hearts. For example, now that Ibn Khaldun was dead, everyone around him showed an increase in their favorability towards him, but only Ulhun did not show any sign of favorability. That could only prove that he was not very satisfied with his act of killing Ibn Khaldun. If his favorability decreased, it would prove that he was angry about it.

It's so convenient!

The smile on Li Rufeng's lips became more obvious. Although he always knew that the golden finger was useful, every time he found that the golden finger brought him a new surprise, he could still feel a kind of joy of being surprised.

"What is this person?

"What's going on?" Li Rufeng glanced at the man's single eye, which had remained open until death. He dismounted and closed it. He then took the manuscript of the Hadith from the man's hand and gently wiped off the blood.

He respected the religious beliefs of every deceased person because they could not be changed, and all books that recorded the text were precious, which Li Rufeng deeply understood.

Even books in the field of religion are a pleasure to read.

"I really don't know what's wrong with him. He was fine when he was visiting the tribe a few days ago. He was smiling every time he met someone. Who knew he would become like this when he saw you." Wuerhun felt that he was wronged. He originally planned to help Li Rufeng to save face, but now he has gotten into trouble.

Although this little thing was not a big deal for the Mughals, killing an Islamic jurist in front of so many people still had a bad impact.

After all, it's considered a mainstream belief now, so you should at least wash the blade with clean water before chopping, right?

Piri Reyes laughed heartily, staring at the distant hilltop in a daze. After a few seconds, he turned back, as if he had just seen Ibn Khaldun's body, with an expression of extreme surprise: "How could this man suddenly fall off his horse and die?"

Saladin Muhet looked at Piri Reyes blankly, as if trying to determine if he had also gone insane. After a moment, he suddenly realized what was happening and replied, "Ah, yes, he did die from the fall."

Maybe Saladin usually presents himself as an honest and cute young man, but after saying this, a blush appeared on the rough face of the thirty-year-old man, and it was obvious that he was not able to get over it.

Mirzan and Guder didn't dare to say a word. They were already in the probation period, and now that something unexpected had happened to the boss, they were a little hesitant about how to cooperate on the spot.

"Shaman Rufeng, I know this man." Piri Reyes also dismounted, stroked his armor, and walked over with his belly bulging. The old horse behind him breathed a sigh of relief, stretched its muscles and bones easily, and looked relieved.

"He must be a Hanbali missionary from Nicaea." Piri Reyes looked at the body on the ground with a complicated expression. He seemed to have a lot to say about the Ottoman city of Nicaea. "They are quite rigid and have always been arrogant towards those who... and those who do not believe in God."

"Hanbaili Sect?" Li Rufeng began to ponder. As a person who loves to talk about the world with his keyboard, it is absolutely a great shame to be stumped by someone with an unfamiliar word. Therefore, his knowledge is miscellaneous but not refined. Thanks to the bonus of the golden finger on the intelligence attribute, although it cannot make Li Rufeng a genius, it has greatly improved his memory.

When he carefully searched his memory bank, he finally found the only memory of this word in the depths of his mind. It came from an Islamic joke:

“One person was pointing a gun at another person.

The man said, "Are you an atheist or do you have any religious beliefs?"

A: “I have religious beliefs.”

"Buddhism, Islam or Christianity?"

Islam

"Shia, Sunni, or Sufi?"

Sunni

"I'm a Sunni too! Do you think it's the school of doctrine or the school of law?"

"School of Law"

"I am also a member of the School of Fiqh. Are you from the Hanafi, Malik, Shafi'i, or Hanbali school?"

"Hanbali School of Law."

"Me too. Are you Wahhabi or Gedimu?"

Wahhabi

"Ikhwani or Salafiye?"

"Salafiye."

Gun says: Ping ping ping

"Heretic! Die!"

Well, Li Rufeng gave up the idea of ​​learning more about the Hanbaili School, because this thing has no beginning. He could recognize all the men in this piece, thanks to the outstanding basic education in New China.

When the old shaman was tutoring Li Rufeng, he mentioned the Sufi school. This school was divided into a large number of specific sects, which even the old shaman was too lazy to remember. When he introduced the Sufi sect, he mentioned that when the Mongols converted to Islam, the Mongolian nobles chose the sect like they were choosing concubines. As a result, the Sufi school won the support of the Mongolian nobles with its wonderful meditation method of whirling dance.

This influence continued to affect the subsequent Timurid Sultan. The entire Timurid Khanate could be regarded as the territory of the Sufi sect, and the Mongolian nobles there performed the whirling dance more wildly than each other.

Of course, strictly speaking, Sufism is not a school of doctrine, it is more like a way of thinking: Sufism hopes that everyone can resonate and connect with God personally.

Initially, Sufism represented only simple ascetic ideas, with meditation as its main method. Later, with the integration of different cultures and nationalities, it gradually absorbed some Christian and even Buddhist elements, and began to advocate celibacy and wearing coarse clothes in exchange for inner peace, which is not so correct in the eyes of orthodox Islam.

So Ibn Khaldun actually took advantage of the fact that the Sufi sect was currently busy with the civil war in Timurid Khanate and had no time to take care of other things, and planned to cross the border to make some money. Thinking of this, Li Rufeng no longer had any last bit of concerns.

He smiled and looked at Piri Reyes and Saladin Muhet: "Now that the troublesome one is dead, I wonder if you

Would you two be willing to take on more responsibilities and help manage the Arab villages and tribes? I hope you will love them as you love your own people, and I will send people to convey my will and let them obey your words.

The two men looked at each other. It was certainly a good thing to expand their power for no reason, but those who believed in pie in the sky had long since died out in this land.

"You've probably heard that a war is coming. I won't hide it from you. Qinggeli Nayan is dissatisfied with the cruel rule of Duosite Wanhu and wants to replace him." Li Rufeng said bluntly, "I can tell you, we're sure to win this battle, but you all know exactly who Qinggeli Nayan is. You'd better hope that after the war, I can speak with some confidence in front of him."

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Author's note: The portion above 2,000 words but below 500 words is free, so that joke should be considered free, not a waste of words. I can't find a better example of Islam's sense of division than that joke.

Chapter 71: Is this a team of a thousand people?

Li Rufeng laid out his goals and ambitions on the table, and Saladin Muhet and Piri Reyes had no choice but to accept them, because they both knew Qinggelinayan's style. Only Turkic and Mongolian tribes could survive in the land he ruled.

"We can discuss the details later. I know it's difficult for strangers to accept a new lord, but we have more important issues to resolve right now." Li Rufeng looked at the two alien leaders, his tone sincere and honest. "I've said before, war is coming again. You should be more familiar with this kind of thing than I am."

Saladin Muhet and Piri Reyes remained silent, but their expressions were obviously not very good.

One of them was a former soldier of the Ottoman Empire, and the other served the Mamluks. Then Timur's army came, destroyed everything they were accustomed to, left behind a mess and a cruel tax system, and then went back to Samarkand.

They didn't even know what Samarkand was before this!

And now, just a few years after they had begun to rebuild their lives, the war was about to begin again, but this time the scale of the war was smaller. It was a war between the Mongol people and the Doshitavanhu.

To be fair, they don't want to help anyone because they don't like either side, but they have to choose sides before a stronger force emerges and destroys both sides. There is not even a word called neutrality in the language here.

The appearance of Li Rufeng was obviously a better choice. He was a foreigner himself, but he enjoyed very high prestige among the Mongols. He was also fairer and more patient when treating other foreigners.

The only problem is that Li Rufeng's strength seems to be far inferior to that of the other two parties.

"I just defeated a Duoshite attack by the Tianshui River. Thousands of them died there, and hundreds more were captured. Wait here for two days, and you'll see them." Li Rufeng pointed at Huluchierjia behind him. The brute was wearing heavy cavalry armor, looking very powerful. "That's the armor of Duoshite's Wanhu guards. I defeated them and made them flee without a trace."

Mirzan and Guder, as people who had witnessed it firsthand, nodded in agreement. They were in awe of Li Rufeng's unpredictable command skills.

"But what do you need us to do?" Piri Reyes spread his hands. He was no longer old enough to ride a horse and fight. Especially in the past year, he had pain all over his body, especially the places where he had been injured before. When it rained, he couldn't even hold a knife steadily.

"Just like when the old Sultan was here, you have to send men to fight and provide food." Li Rufeng said with a smile...

"The Kurds are unwilling to shed blood for others. We've shed enough blood." Saladin Muhet interrupted Li Rufeng, his eyes gradually turning cold. "Even you can't do that. We've already sworn an oath."

"Who did you swear to?" Li Rufeng was not angry because of Saladin's attitude. As a time traveler, his way of thinking was very impressive. As long as he didn't meet an idiot, he was willing to sit down and have a good talk with the other party.

The Kurds were also rich in the early years. During the Ayyubid dynasty, they were the people of Transoxiana and the real masters of this land.

The Saladin described in the movie "Kingdom of Heaven" is a Kurd, but the wise and capable Saladin is more like the iron father to Georgia. He placed the center of his rule in Cairo, which is more prosperous and closer to the center of the Islamic world, instead of making Damascus the capital as his people hoped.

The Kurds have always hoped to establish a kingdom that truly belongs to them in their homeland, but as far as Li Rufeng knows, at least until the year he traveled through time, the Kurds had not fulfilled their long-cherished wish.

Obviously, their tragedy will continue for another five or six hundred years.

Saladin Muhet snorted and stopped talking, but Li Rufeng didn't care. He continued, "My request is the same as the old Sultan's, but I can give more than him. I am willing to

I am willing to share the glory and land with you."

Piri Reyes looked at Li Rufeng in surprise, and Saladin Muhet was also stunned for a moment, waiting for Li Rufeng to speak next.

"In my hometown, there are a total of 56 ethnic groups. We live together, but there is no distinction between high and low because of ethnicity and beliefs, because we have shed blood together. If you are willing to bleed with me, and shed as much blood as we have, we will be equal." Li Rufeng began to talk nonsense. He said that there is no distinction between high and low in bloodline and belief, but he did not say that there is no distinction between high and low in power and wealth.

Considering that what Li Rufeng said happened hundreds of years later, it can be said that not a single word in the entire sentence is true...

But Li Rufeng's words were spoken in front of Ulhun, Mirzan, Guder and other Mongol nobles. Saladin Muhet and Piri Reyes could not help but be moved by the future described by Li Rufeng.

As Li Rufeng's old tool, Wuerhun had long been accustomed to lying down, and Li Rufeng could do whatever he wanted. The nobles of the Taierbahe tribe were still in the new period of submission. They were cautious in their words and actions out of awe and were unwilling to speak. They just wanted to listen and watch more and say less.

"How much blood do we have to shed before we can graze freely on the grassland like the Mongols..." Saladin Muhet's voice was a little hoarse, his face flushed black, and it was obvious that he was moved.

"My tribe has 1,300 people and can provide 300 cavalrymen." Li Rufeng put forward his chips. In fact, he could not provide so many qualified soldiers, unless he pulled out all the herdsmen who could ride horses to serve as soldiers like Taierbahe did. However, this number was actually conservative for bluffing now.

"I won't take advantage of you, Shaman. I am willing to provide 500 cavalrymen to counter your 300!" Saladin Muhet gasped and went all in.

Hulucierjia sneered, obviously expressing his disdain for the other party's conversion ratio. It's not that he figured it out, but in his mind, no ratio can be compared. It's not like he had never fought the Kurds before, they just ran faster than others.

"I don't have that many people, so my words won't count. But if you're willing to give me some time, I can go back and persuade them one village at a time." Piri Reyes carefully calculated the forces he had on hand and gave a figure: "Two hundred. If all goes well, we can give you a thousand-man force. We just hope to avoid being plundered, and we wouldn't ask for more."

Update a little late, I don't have time today

I rewatched the director's cut of Kingdom of Heaven to get a feel for it. It's a good movie, but it's too long. I'll update it later.

Chapter 72 Distribution of Rights

Two days later, Li Rufeng finally saw the "nest" he had been running for more than a year. Compared with the rough camp of the Taierbahe tribe, his tribal camp looked small and exquisite. The location here was not chosen randomly. Less than two kilometers away from the tribe, there was a depression called Gazipao, which was a puddle formed by the seepage of groundwater.

The location that Li Rufeng finally chose to set up camp was along the route of underground water veins. There were abundant underground water resources here, but it was not too humid to make the land muddy.

There are two horizontal and vertical roads in the camp, and four wells are evenly distributed in the four areas cut by the roads. On the two slopes on the east and west sides, there are two newly built two-meter-high watchtowers, which provide an endless view of the plain and are enough to monitor the surrounding area of ​​one to two kilometers.

That was something Li Rufeng had planned before, but it had been delayed due to lack of wood. Now, with the supplies brought by the Taierba tribe, it was finally realized.

Apparently, Wuerhun and Habashibuhua had managed the affairs of the tribe quite well. The original wooden fence of the camp had been removed, and the herders of the Taierba tribe had built their own tents radiating outward along the original tribal area.

Looking over from the slope, you can see people from two tribes working together to dig a new well.

The issue of tribe consolidation often occurred among the Mongol community following the death of a tribal leader, but the Tairba tribe had always been proud of being the largest tribe, so when a large number of subsequent people arrived, some arguments still occurred between the two sides.

Fortunately, Li Rufeng had already taken care of the superstructure, and the trivial conflicts among the herdsmen below did not occupy his energy.

Not to mention the merger of two tribes, even people from the same tribe would have conflicts over the order of fetching water. In this case, as long as both sides did not escalate the conflict to the level of tribes, Li Rufeng would let it go.

The old shaman taught him a way. Even without a ruler, these people can live well. They also have their own survival wisdom, which can be summarized by Eastern wisdom as ruling by doing nothing.

What really concerned him was the expansion of the new camp and the training of the soldiers.

As a senior game enthusiast, Li Rufeng had already drawn a camp distribution map of the tribe's expansion on paper early on. For a tribe of more than a thousand people, the two horizontal and vertical roads would undoubtedly not be able to meet its transportation needs.

Therefore, in Li Rufeng's initial plan, space was left for a crisscross road, which was still wide enough for two horses to run side by side, and still needed to be compacted with dried clay mixed with wood ash.

Timur Sultan himself attached great importance to the construction and maintenance of transportation roads, but this kind of work was generally not done by the Mughals, and they had no use for it, so they were very unfamiliar with this way of building roads and showed some rejection. Fortunately, after a few days, the captured prisoners of war

I started taking over these tasks.

Migration was a test for the Mughals, and even more so for their prisoners of war. Only 72 of the 97 prisoners survived the injuries, and 23 of these 72 people eventually died on the way to migration.

Some of them died of wound infection, while others were hacked to death and thrown on the roadside by the herdsmen following them because they walked too slowly. It is said that there was an escape attempt in the middle, and several Armenian veterans tried to escape at night. As expected, they were caught by the cavalry the next day and trampled to death in front of everyone.

By the time they arrived at Li Rufeng's unit, each person had lost an average of ten kilograms.

But Master Li was a man who could not bear to see the suffering of the people. He divided the remaining 49 captives into seven teams, provided them with good food and drink for five days, allowing everyone to recover their strength. Then he let his Crusader slave, who had only been paid but not working, take the lead in starting the road construction work.

Li Rufeng's method of managing prisoners of war was very simple. He would punish the prisoners collectively. If someone escaped, the whole team would be executed. However, the teams were all flower teams. Each team was composed of a mixture of Armenians and Persians. They did not speak the same language, so it was difficult to form a connection.

But in return, Li Rufeng also promised that as long as these prisoners of war could complete the required workload every day, they would have enough food to eat, and those injured at work would receive medical treatment. In addition, Li Rufeng also promised that prisoners of war who had worked for three years could be released.

It didn't matter that no one believed Li Rufeng's words. Trust wasn't built in a day; time would prove everything. Of course, if Li Rufeng was still alive three years later, there was a high probability that he and his men would see their fellow villagers, or even their families, in the prisoner-of-war camp...

The captives shouldered the heaviest work, but the others didn't want to sit idle either. They had to dig wells, build walls, store water, and redefine the pasture boundaries. Li Rufeng wanted to keep everyone busy so that they wouldn't have to sit idle and guess around.

Mirzan from the Taierbahe tribe was a talented person. He could read and do math. Li Rufeng was delighted to find that he finally had a reliable logistics officer, so he happily gave all the accounting work to the other party.