Mount and Blade Central Asia

Compared with the Central Plains region, which is constantly tracing its roots under the theory of great unification, the people here are not very good at expressing themselves and love to play. A nation can split itself into two nations through a civil war that lasts for decades... The most recent examples are the people of Transoxiana and the Mongols.

The Prophet Muhammad gave a perfect answer to the big problem of having no main ethnic group and lacking a basic base. He used faith to create a nation out of thin air, namely the Arabs, in which religious beliefs and spiritual identity replaced blood ties.

Later, the Arabs, under the banner of the Prophet Muhammad, established several powerful dynasties and fought fiercely with the Romans, Persians, and Christians, proving that this was a feasible route.

So there seemed to be no other way for Li Rufeng to go, he had to make a living by relying on his faith.

But those who make a living from this must have a dirty heart. They must have experienced countless dirty and ugly things and still maintain a firm belief in their faith in order to find a smooth path.

Li Rufeng didn't know if he could really go on, but he was willing to try.

Before all this began, Li Rufeng's current base could be regarded as the Mongols in Li Rufeng's tribe, and only limited to the Mongols in his own tribe.

Strictly speaking, the hundred men led by Centurion Mongke were also believers in Eternal Heaven, but their belief in Eternal Heaven was probably about the same as the Kurds' devotion to Islam.

The Mongol conquest made too many people see the weakness and hypocrisy of Islam. There were always rulers and emirs who overdrew the power of faith to seek benefits for themselves, and the people of this land seemed to have become accustomed to this behavior.

Why was Sayyid Kuda of the Sufi order sent to such a desolate place to preach at his own expense?

This is because many people have seen the problem and tried to remedy it.

Li Rufeng's tolerance towards Sayyid Kuda is based on the different efficiencies of both parties. After all, Sayyid Kuda came to preach with real money, while Master Li relied on plug-ins. The efficiencies of both parties are incomparable.

Moreover, he did not want to be labeled as an enemy of Muslims too early and be subjected to jihad by various forces.

On the one hand, this duel tonight is to establish Li Rufeng's personal reputation of keeping his word, and on the other hand, it is to warn those Mongols.

They were indeed invincible before, but now this is a civil war, and the friendly forces that helped them to be invincible in the past have become new enemies.

In front of everyone, Saladin selected three capable warriors to prepare for the battle. The officers who had been resting in the barracks came over to take a look and were attracted by the excitement here.

Even the excitement soon spread to Qinggelinayan's main camp, attracting a group of tribal chiefs and nobles who were accompanying the army to the expedition, who became interested and rode over to watch the fun.

A quarter of an hour is not a long time, but it is enough for these spectators on horseback to get into position. However, this short time is obviously not enough for Mengge to sober up the three "generals". The three men looked a little pale because of the vomiting just now, especially the son of the groom. After drinking a mouthful of horse urine, his steps became a little frivolous.

"What's going on?" asked Jatalehun, who came to watch the fun on behalf of Qinggelinayan. It was obvious that the three contestants on the Mongol side looked a little weak.

"I was drinking in the military camp and was caught by Shaman Rufeng on the spot." A Mongol answered honestly.

Jialhun's old face suddenly turned red. He had just drunk some wine in the camp, and his face looked rosy in the evening breeze.

He drank relatively little, and with Qinggelinayan watching, everyone at the banquet drank in moderation...

The three warriors selected by Saladin Muhet were Nars, Karim and Shagar. They were all wearing chain mail and pointed helmets with veils on their heads. Only a pair of eyes could be seen, making it impossible to tell who was who.

Obviously, for Saladin, he would rather people remember after tonight that it was the Kurds who defeated the Mughals, rather than someone of the Kurdish race who defeated the Mughals.

The Tumed Wanhu, which was established through struggle, had an entire Khanate as its backing, and tens of thousands of people provided them with the strongest armor, the sharpest scimitars, and the most exquisite feather arrows.

The Kurds have nothing. Their former country was razed to the ground by the Mongols, and the remaining Kurds have become a group of scattered sand.

The 500 Kurdish cavalrymen mobilized by Saladin al-Muhet this time may be the largest military operation of the surrounding Kurdish tribes in the past 30 years.

A century of decline has caused the Kurds to forget many things.

For example, in forging technology and the art of warfare, the gap between the Kurds and the Mughals can be seen just from the way they set up their camps. Even now, some Kurds are in such a mess that they can't find their tents.

The Mughals had already had a round of drinks and were preparing to rest.

Shagar had nothing but his life, a horse, an old mail coat passed down from his father, one-third of the rings of which were rusted, and a not-so-sharp saber.

Before coming, Shagar had already made arrangements for his funeral. If he died, his horse would be given to his nephew, a strong young man who would soon be qualified to be called a man. His saber and chain mail would not be so difficult to use. Saladin promised that whether he lived or died, he would provide his nephew with a brand new set of chain mail and saber.

So Shagar had nothing to worry about and only prayed for a fair duel, that's all.

"Once one party admits defeat, no further harm is allowed. This is the only rule." Li Rufeng did not say anything nonsense about accidental injury. That kind of duel did not exist here. Ending with the death of one party was the widely recognized result.

Neither the Mughals nor the Kurds could bear the shame of voluntarily surrendering. The fate of a coward is worse than death.

"Begin." Li Rufeng took a step back, hugged the magic sword with both hands, and made way for the contestants.

Shagar, who was better prepared mentally, wanted to seize the initiative as soon as he came up. He tried to get close to Su Ritu's side like a nimble monkey.

Su Tu, who was wearing three layers of armor, was slightly inferior in flexibility, but he was experienced and well-trained, and his physique and figure were superior. Just a simple step back was enough to offset the enemy's intention. The scimitars of both sides crossed in the air, making crisp sounds and sparks.

Su Ritu turned his wrist and pressed the scimitar down. With this technique that he had practiced into his bones, Shagar's arm was pressed down hard along the direction of the anti-joint force.

He would either let go and lose his only weapon, or he would be caught in a pure wrestling match and lose his weapon after a brief confrontation.

Shagar was very decisive. He gave up his scimitar at the first moment, causing Su Ritu to fall forward due to the inertia of the force. He then wrapped his arms around his opponent's armpits and bumped into Su Ritu's nose.

Shagar asked himself, and got a positive answer. Then he closed his eyes and fell into eternal sleep.

Cheers immediately erupted from the crowd. In their eyes, the duel was exciting enough, and the scene of blood spurting out at the end was the highlight!

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Author's words: There will be more later

Chapter 95: Cheap Faith

Saladin did not react to Shagar at all. He even applauded with the crowd, expressing his satisfaction with the wonderful performance of both sides of the duel.

Li Rufeng did the same. He just took a step forward to let Su Ritu rest for a while, then reached out to check Shagar's breath. Su Ritu was indeed a veteran. He did not consider the possibility of leaving anyone alive when he attacked. He was dead.

Seeing this scene, the Kurds who were watching were a little depressed. They had become accustomed to death over the years, but the fearlessness of facing death that Shagar showed at that moment still made them feel a heavy responsibility.

They gathered their troops here to earn face and food for their tribe!

"Shagar!" a Kurd shouted, and the people around him heard it and started shouting the name.

Soon, Shagar's name resounded throughout the sky. The Kurds' fanaticism made many Mughals show a trace of fear on their faces, especially Centurion Mongke.

Su Ritu himself was under the greatest pressure. He had won the previous match seemingly easily, but the psychological pressure was immense. If every opponent was so reckless, he would even fall into a ditch...

Su Ritu was sweating all over, and the wind sobered him up a lot. He gradually became more active. He took a deep breath, stood in place and kept moving his joints, swinging the scimitar in his hand to create beautiful knife flowers.

The Mughals were able to gain a foothold in this land thanks to their skills in riding and killing.

"Shagar died heroically, but his opponent performed better." Li Rufeng looked around and pulled out the magic sword with a choke. Although the use of this thing was ominous and he was only keeping it temporarily, he would take it one day at a time. It was still quite useful to produce a special effect at night.

This is also one of the reasons why Li Rufeng was willing to facilitate this duel. He needed to use the power of faith to unite people's hearts, and faith required countless legends, miracles, and even blood as stepping stones.

The lives of the three warriors sent by the Kurds were stepping stones, and the awe in the hearts of the Mughals was also a stepping stone.

Li Rufeng knew that the Kurds could not win, they could not win a single battle, and they would lose three lives in vain because of the water being stolen, but they would get what they wanted - respect.

He continued to play a life-for-injury style of play, trying his best not to give the opponent a chance to compete in strength, relying on his own greater flexibility and sparing no effort to look for opportunities in the outer circle.

Nars's attack targets were always Su Ritu's fingers, face, calves and other unprotected parts. His movements were wide and wide, and he was repeatedly hit by Su Ritu's scimitar. The worn chain mail soon became torn into pieces, and bloodstains dyed the linen clothes inside red.

Nars' attacks on Suritu were either blocked by the opponent's armor or dodged, and he achieved no success. At this time, the Mughals stopped cheering.

The Kurds only called out to Nars in a low voice when he fell to the ground due to exhaustion, asking him to stand up again.

Anyone could see that Nars was no match for Su Ritu, but he refused to give up, bleeding all over the ground. Sometimes Su Ritu felt the grass was slippery when he stepped on it.

He didn't even know that a person could move after losing so much blood, but Nars stood up stubbornly again and again, staggering and slashing at him with a series of harmless attacks.

"It's over, surrender!" Su Ritu pushed Nars to the ground and turned to look at the damn shaman, but Li Rufeng had an expression as if it had nothing to do with him.

Nars tried to get up silently, but he slipped because his hands were covered in blood. This time he couldn't stand up again. When Su Ritu walked over, he found that Nars was dead.

His last look was in the direction of Li Rufeng, as if he wanted to know if he could also go to the Tengger grassland.

Their beliefs are fragile and fickle, and they only need cheap lies to deceive...

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Author's words: There is still

Chapter 96: News from the Ming Dynasty Mission

The duel between the Mughals and the Kurds did not reach the third round.

"The Kurds have proven their bravery, and we don't want to see more warriors shed their blood at the hands of their own people, no matter whether they are Kurds or Mughals." Li Rufeng stopped Karim from going up to die.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he even saw a hint of luck mixed with regret in Karim.

The guy who gave Latin advice not only knew Li Rufeng very well and predicted his predictions, but it could even be said that the whole thing happened step by step according to the predictions of that invisible stranger.

Li Rufeng did gain some benefits from it, but these benefits were given to him voluntarily by others. The Kurds also got what they wanted, and they will probably become more obedient in the future.

A true fishing master always makes a nest first.

Even the Mughals could be said to have benefited from this, as at least they could see that other ethnic groups were also changing over the years, and they were also making progress and not standing still.

In addition, they probably won't drink so recklessly from now until they win, which can be regarded as a warning in advance.

So, who could set up such a scheme that benefits three parties, just to show off in front of Li Rufeng?

The answer seems obvious...

After returning to his tent, Li Rufeng saw the Kurdish leader Saladin Muhet who had been waiting for a long time, Qinggelinayan's brother Jatalehun, and a man wearing a black robe with his face hidden in a hood outside the tent.

Saladin and the hooded man took a few steps back respectfully, indicating that they did not dare to waste Jatalehun's time.

Although Jatalehun was very curious about the two visitors, he had to respect his master's privacy without his master's permission.

"I'm here on behalf of Qinggelinayan to coordinate the conflict with the Kurds, but it seems that you have resolved this little accident." Jatalehun has always been very friendly to Li Rufeng.

He communicated with several Ming warriors in Samarkand and showed great interest in the culture of the Ming people, an interest that also extended to Li Rufeng.

However, Jatalehun never found an opportunity to talk to the Rufeng Shaman opposite him alone to express his goodwill. After all, he had nothing else to offer except that little bit of goodwill.

Is investing in favors also an investment? It's not shabby...

"I wonder how Shaman Rufeng came here? When I was in Samarkand, I had some connections with the Ming Dynasty delegation and knew several Ming Dynasty warriors. I didn't expect to meet a person like you in such a remote place." Jatalehun asked politely. He was really curious about why Li Rufeng appeared here.

Li Rufeng fondly stroked the jade pendant, his mood brightening considerably. Seeing Li Rufeng so happy, Jiatalhun smiled as well and said, "In that case, I won't bother the shaman. According to what you Ming people say, we are friends now."

"Yes, friend..." Li Rufeng muttered this somewhat hypocritical word and said to Jialalhun, "I have made friends with you!"

When Jatalehun left, Li Rufeng accompanied him to the outside of the tent, about seven or eight meters away, and then turned around to look at Saladin Muhet and his friend who was hiding his face.

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Author's words: I didn't finish writing it during the day, there will be another chapter later

Chapter 97: The Spirit Behind the Kurds

Li Rufeng took Saladin and the stranger into his tent, and the forty guards who had received Li Rufeng's warning quietly surrounded them without disturbing others.

There was an obvious look of unnaturalness on Saladin's face. If it weren't for the traces of vicissitudes of life on his old face, he would probably be sweating profusely by now.

As soon as they entered the tent, a strange stench of corpses began to fill the tent.

A voice that refused to fade away came from under the hood: "Shaman, we meet again..."

The hooded man's voice was thick and gloomy. Li Rufeng made a pause gesture, forcibly interrupting the hooded man's words, turned his gaze to Saladin, and said in a somewhat impatient tone: "You dare to pick up anything? Get out!"

When Saladin Muhet heard these words, the little fear he had disappeared completely. After he walked out of the tent, he turned around and knelt three times towards Li Rufeng's tent, then stood aside waiting for the conversation in the tent to come to a conclusion.

When the night wind blew, Saladin felt as if the world was turning upside down. If there were no other Kurds supporting him, he would have fallen down.

On the other side, inside the tent, Li Rufeng gestured to the hooded man to find a place to sit, and he fanned the size of the flame until it was just the right size for boiling water and making tea.

The hooded man no longer concealed himself and took off his hat, revealing a pale, dead face underneath. He looked at Li Rufeng with a smile.

This was the first time Li Rufeng had seen this face, but he still remembered the dead look and the sticky voice clearly... The guy who possessed Wu Sali's body and talked to him at night also had the same voice.

Use words to stir up your emotions.

But after a person dies, the soul's control over emotions is far less than when he is alive. Azadirim took the bait again without hesitation and revealed some of his cards.

"Dost and I have a score to settle. I hope to see him dead. Besides, there are several of my colleagues in the city of Mardin who have taken over my position. I hope they will also die without a burial place." When Azadirim talked about the latter, he was obviously more gritted his teeth, and he seemed to be preferring to be friends with foreign countries rather than to be his slaves.

"That's none of my business. If you really want revenge, I won't play with you, but you have to do your part." Li Rufeng's unscrupulous character made him subconsciously start thinking about how to exploit this unlucky guy.

But the voice and appearance of the brave general and his careful teachings were still vivid in Li Rufeng's mind, which at least made him realize that the thing in front of him was not only a disaster, but also a hidden danger. If he cooperated with him, it would probably not end well if someone exposed him.

So, if you want to partner with this thing, you have to pay extra!

Azadirim, a believer in the Wind of Wisdom, could certainly see what the other party was planning. After all, he knew Li Rufeng too well. And when he thought about the reasons why he knew Li Rufeng, Azadirim felt a headache coming on. It seemed as if even his belief in the Wind of Wisdom was no longer so solid...

"I know you are worried about the interference of the Black Sheep Dynasty. I can provide intelligence about the Black Sheep Dynasty. I also know that you want the city of Aleppo. I can get detailed information about the garrison there." Azadim began to make an offer.

But Li Rufeng felt it was not enough and it didn't even pass the appraisal.

To increase the pressure, Li Rufeng drew out the magic sword and held it against Azadirim's neck: "Ordinary weapons can't kill you, but what if it's something like this?"

???

For a moment, Azadirim's mind was frozen. He didn't understand why the Sword of War that both Karl Yusuf and Milansha wanted to fight for was here. Wouldn't he be affected by it being in this guy's hands?

The wise men and the conspirators in the palace will also begin to be more exposed to the charms of the other world. If all goes well, Lao Mo will probably advance the entire battlefield technology to the era of queuing and firing squads in the middle and late stages. Ming will become the main source of black technology and instigate more conspiracies for his own benefit...

Chapter 98: Brother Mengjiang, he encountered an accident...