Mount and Blade Central Asia

He did not question Li Rufeng directly, he did not dare, but this problem did exist in the minds of most chiefs. They sent people to join the army for money, land and slaves. Now that the first city has been broken, the soldiers are not allowed to eat meat. Many people are dissatisfied.

Qinggelinayan obviously partially agreed with Li Rufeng's statement, but he only wanted results and did not want to take responsibility.

Li Rufeng didn't even think there was anything strange about this, or he had become accustomed to the local customs. It might be a bit of a generalization to say that everyone was like this, but it should be okay to say that most people were like this.

A place that has been through countless battles produces elite soldiers as well as unruly people. This is the result of natural selection. However, a place that has been through countless battles for hundreds of years will gradually make the people here develop short-sighted habits. For them, long-term benefits are almost nothing.

The dinar you snatch today is money, but the dinar you get back when you collect it a week later is someone else's dinar, because no one can guarantee that the person who comes back to collect the money next week will still be you.

Credibility is the most important quality of a ruler, but this premise is that the ruler is a living person.

The dead only deserve to eat dirt. Li Rufeng can understand these people, but that doesn’t mean he has a good temper to pamper them.

He can compromise with his superiors in order to gain opportunities, and he can share the joys and sorrows with his subordinates in order to win the hearts of the people. However, Li Rufeng does not have such good patience with the middle-level people, especially tribal leaders like Biligetu who can be replaced at any time.

Or to put it another way, these people are right in Shaman Rufeng's strike zone.

Li Rufeng picked up the wine glass, stood up and coughed lightly. He didn't need to knock on the wine glass with silverware like Qinggelinayan to make these rough people shut up, because these rough people's attention was always on him.

The noisy banquet hall suddenly became quiet. Li Rufeng glanced around with satisfaction and expressed his gratitude to everyone who made eye contact with him with a gentle look. Qinggelinayan wanted results but did not want to take responsibility. However, he did not know that responsibility and rights complement each other. These individuals who represent grassroots rights all have their own little calculations.

A person in power who is willing to play the exchange game with them within the rules and is willing to take responsibility is a good person in power. A person in power who only wants to make profits and does not want to take responsibility deserves to eat shit.

"I know that Biligetu is not the only one who has this question. Most of you actually have this question too." Li Rufeng walked slowly to the center of the hall with a wine glass in his hand and stood at the brightest spot.

He wandered around the castle for so long in the afternoon, naturally not just to observe the luxurious life of the castle lord. A speech requires advance preparation, such as the opening remarks, the speech, the movement, the lighting, the rhythm, etc. Li Rufeng even had a draft of the short jokes to relieve the mental stress of the participants in his mind.

"Biligetu may have considered my and the old shaman's reputation, so he didn't point at my nose and scold me as a nosy villain. I am very grateful for this." Li Rufeng smiled gently at Biligetu. This was something he had not given him before.

And now, Biligetu must regard this as a reward, because Li Rufeng not only called his name to fight him one-on-one, but also raised the banner of the old shaman...

But this rough man could neither guess what evil intentions Li Rufeng had, nor did he know how to deal with this situation. The dim firelight in the castle, the cramped space, the turbid air, and the pairs of eyes around him looking at him all made him feel uncomfortable.

"I am a rough man, like the Wind Shaman, but it is wrong for you not to let the soldiers have enough food and water!" Biligetu drank the wine in his glass in one gulp and finally uttered a word.

"It is indeed my fault. I originally thought that everyone responded to Qinggelineyan's call to protect the honor of all Mongolians from being tarnished, to protect the glory of Changshengtian from being violated, and to make that bastard Duosite pay the price for his evil deeds." Li Rufeng slowly approached Biligetu without drinking a sip of the wine in the glass, but his words made many Mongolians lower their heads.

This is their advantage, that is, they are very proud and would feel ashamed if someone took advantage of them. Those Mongols who were able to overcome this advantage have now become powerful.

"Now, through Biligetu's words, I understand that the main reason we traveled such a long distance, endured so much hardship, and wasted so much time was to ensure that the soldiers had enough food and water." Li Rufeng nodded and stood in front of Biligetu. He asked with a smile, "What kind of chief would allow the men of his tribe to rely on looting and fighting to get a full meal on such fertile grasslands?"

Biligetu's face instantly turned red with anger. What he said about eating and drinking to his heart's content certainly did not mean eating and drinking to his heart's content literally. It was just a metaphor. Everyone else present understood it, and Li Rufeng understood it better than anyone else. But he had said so many righteous things before, who could say now that I brought people here to make money?

The answer is - no one, even Biligetu himself could only bite his teeth and swallow it.

"I know that soldiers need some motivation to fight. They need wealth, women, slaves, and a future. Tengri gave us desires to push us forward." Li Rufeng no longer looked at Biligetu. That was not his goal today. His goal was to draw a line in this war and gain some say.

"But these things must be earned through blood and bravery, not by some unqualified chieftains, by playing rogue, or by being thick-skinned and begging." Li Rufeng smiled and patted Biligetu's cheek, and asked, "Don't you agree, Biligetu?"

Chapter 109 Long-term Interests

For a moment, Mengge was worried that Li Rufeng would be hacked to death by the enraged Biligetu. The Mongols would not collect swords when they held banquets, and fighting after drinking was a common practice.

Biligetu's face turned from red to black, foam came out of the corners of his mouth, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged bull.

Li Rufeng had no doubt that Biligetu would draw his sword and duel with him in the next second, but he knew what he was doing. After humiliating him, Biligetu turned around without hesitation, drank elegantly, and kept his distance. The long banquet table was half a meter wide and nearly sixty centimeters high. For a strong man like Biligetu, it would take some skill to flip over the table...

Of course, the best case scenario is that Li Rufeng will make a few more sarcastic remarks and let this fat man who looks like he is taller than three tall people be beaten directly. The show effect will definitely be maximized on the spot. His words are like a sword to punish the disrespectful.

The legend of the man will be spread through Bater's mouth tonight. When Biligetu wakes up again, the Biligetu tribe may have changed its name.

It’s a pity that Li Rufeng only has the system, not the destiny, so he can only fantasize about such things.

However, he did have an unexpected surprise. A chieftain beside Biligetu grabbed his hand, which was already grasping the hilt of the knife, and said to smooth things over, "What Shaman Rufeng said makes sense. If warriors want military exploits, they must first obtain wealth and rely on real weapons. The city of Urfa surrendered before the battle began, and plundering it would be unconventional. Biligetu is just anxious to stand up for his people, right, Biligetu!"

Biligetu was pinched hard on the back of his thigh, and he became a little more sober, but he still stared at Li Rufeng as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"I guess Biligetu thinks the same way. He loves his people so much. Biligetu is indeed a wise man." Li Rufeng made a joke about his name, looked at Biligetu with some regret, and raised his glass in the air: "I'll drink a glass as a punishment."

Then Li Rufeng took a deep look at the chief who had helped Biligetu. Judging from his seat, his strength was obviously a little stronger than Biligetu, but he was much smarter. Li Rufeng liked smart people, even those with bad intentions.

So with the second half of the wine, Li Rufeng toasted the strange leader, and the other party also raised his glass very sincerely, and for a moment the atmosphere became much more harmonious.

Afterwards, Li Rufeng was about to get to the point. He couldn't just humiliate a chief for no reason and then let the other chiefs leave with the impression that Shaman Rufeng was a sharp-tongued person.

"I know you're all used to just fighting, looting, and then leaving. This is what we Mongol people deserve!" Li Rufeng continued, "Under the old Sultan, we attack cities others can't capture, pursue soldiers others can't catch, and attack enemies others can't eliminate! So, we get to eat the best meat, drink the strongest wine, ride the wildest horses, and sleep with the most beautiful women! Right?"

Li Rufeng's words ignited the atmosphere of the whole venue. When he raised his glass, everyone couldn't help but raise their glasses and drink together. Even Qinggelinayan drank an extra glass of water.

"But!" Li Rufeng slammed the heavy copper cup he had specially picked out onto the table with such force that the noise startled those nearby. "But, the old Sultan is dead now! We're left as orphans with no one to take care of us!"

The atmosphere took a sharp turn for the worse. Li Rufeng manipulated the moods of the gang leaders and centurions, making them feel like they were on a roller coaster, going up and down. Some of them even had sweat on their foreheads.

"Before, when we went to war, we had people in charge of logistics. Food, drink, clothing, and daily necessities had to be prepared. Failure to provide them was a capital offense." Li Rufeng's expression was serious, but he was gradually relaxing inside. Ever since these people started listening to him, he had been able to control the pace. "Now, we have to rely on ourselves."

Li Rufeng snapped his fingers, and several servants who had been hiding in the servant's room came out pulling a large upright wooden board that Li Rufeng had prepared earlier. On it was a simple map drawn by Li Rufeng with charcoal.

"This is the current border of the Khanate. This is the area controlled by the Black Sheep." Li Rufeng pointed at the lines on the map as if he was giving an Amway class. Whether some of the people couldn't understand the map was irrelevant. He just had to nod along. "This is where we are now, the city of Urfa."

"This is a small town. There are fewer people here than our soldiers. Destroying it might satisfy the soldiers for two or three days, but what about you? What about us?" Li Rufeng asked again, looking around. This time, he focused on Biligetu. "Even if we eat all the stones here, it won't fill our stomachs. Am I right?"

"And there are women. The most beautiful and freshest ones will be presented to Qinggelinayan, and then there are the centurions. I will carry forward my style and don't want them anymore, but when it's your turn, you might be an old lady, right?" Li Rufeng made a vulgar joke, and this time the Mongols laughed along. They didn't understand the previous metaphor.

They didn't understand that it was impossible to capture a city without money...

"I've said before that we need to take care of our own logistics now. This is the Tianshui River. What we eat and drink every day are all delivered from the south bank of the Tianshui River. For every sheep delivered, the people who deliver the food have to eat one on the way." Li Rufeng learned his lesson this time and gave an example that these people would definitely understand.

These leaders immediately started discussing, could the loss be so great?

It's not their fault that they are unprofessional. These things were not taught to them since childhood. There are a total of forty elite nomadic tents of a thousand men in the Khanate. They always have to worry about logistics issues when fighting. Timur used this method to guard against rebellion of these nomadic cavalry.

Qinggelinayan is able to do a good job in logistics, which can only be attributed to his family background and his rebellious heart...

"When we arrive at the city of Mardin, the ratio may become that for every sheep we send, we need to eat one and a half on the way. But by keeping this city, we can reduce such losses." Li Rufeng said while looking at Qinggelinayan. He wanted to keep this city, but not for himself. He hoped that the Mongols could gain a foothold here.

Mardin is too close to the Black Sheep, and Urfa Castle is just the right distance.

, which can be used as a bridgehead to defend against the Black Sheep People.

As for Li Rufeng himself, he hoped that the Mongols could keep the troublesome group of believers in the Four Wind Gods at the north bank of the Tianshui River, preventing them from crossing the river.

Chapter 110 Death under the Night

In the end, without the dome-like sky covering the entire area, these Mongol masters were not very satisfied with their drinking. Before the second round of candles had even burned out, they left the castle with their stomachs full.

In their words, staying in there is like being in prison, and they will never come back to this crappy place again.

Qinggelinayan and his two younger brothers had the same reaction. They had no interest in living in a cold stone house and breathing burnt exhaust fumes, so they generously gave the castle to Li Rufeng to live in.

Li Rufeng naturally would not refuse. Although this place was actually not as comfortable as living in a tent, he really missed it and longed to return to this "civilized" life.

Moreover, the Persian general who had his head chopped off had left him some valuables. The careful Satuya found some gold and silver valuables and a few silk clothes in the secret compartment of the master bedroom. Unfortunately, Li Rufeng was much taller than the Persian, so he would probably have to tear two clothes into one before he could wear it.

On the other hand, the tall and plump Satuya only needed to slightly alter the stitching to fit the clothes perfectly, so Li Rufeng directly gave the clothes to Satuya as a reward: "You found it, so it's yours."

"These are men's clothes, how can I wear them!" Satuya held the clothes with an expression that didn't know whether she should be happy or not. She was not yet at the age to know how to make money, and at this moment she seemed particularly naive and romantic.

"Come here, I'll teach you how to change it." Li Rufeng smiled and held the mixed-race girl in his arms, touching her all over, and whispering in her ear about his years of driving experience. Satuya's face turned red, and she jumped into Li Rufeng's arms like a ripe apple, and her little hands kept slapping Li Rufeng.

"Hahaha, it's perfect, it's perfect..." Li Rufeng leaned back and let out a long sigh while lying on the bed. Although he had been swept around by Qinggelinayan's personal guards, at least those soldiers were not shameless enough to roll away the cotton mattress here.

Compared to sleeping on a straw mat in the tent, this thing is at least a real bed. Li Rufeng felt completely relaxed. Looking at Satuya in his arms, he couldn't help but feel his animal nature aroused. Finally, he didn't have to worry about anyone eavesdropping tonight, right?

Li Rufeng fell into a deep sleep after a night of blissful pleasure. The hard work of training in horsemanship over the past few days, coupled with the intrigues with other Mongol leaders, had left him exhausted both physically and mentally. Satuya had been the final blow. Li Rufeng had always suspected that her horsemanship level might be above 50, otherwise she wouldn't have such excellent waist and abdominal strength...

Li Rufeng felt as if someone was whispering outside the door while he was sleeping. He woke up instantly, quietly reached for the dagger he had placed under his pillow, and slid under the bed silently.

"Shaman Rufeng has just gone to bed. Can't we talk about it tomorrow?" Li Rufeng adjusted himself to the darkness for a few seconds, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the voices outside the door. He was so shocked by the night attack that he suspected that it was an assassin from the Black Sheep People at the slightest sign of trouble.

God knows why those people are looking for me...Oh, by the way, I still have the magic sword, so it's okay.

"I know, but this is Na Yan's intention. We have important matters to discuss and must meet with Shaman Rufeng." The voice outside the door was that of Jatalehun, the "top student" who had returned from studying abroad in Samarkand.

"I heard you. I'll be out after I put on my clothes." Li Rufeng shouted and started to put on his clothes. Satuya came back barefoot and started to help Li Rufeng change his clothes. Her little mouth was pouting so much that you could hang a bottle of oil on it.

Li Rufeng patted her head and touched her plumpness, which made her smile again: "I'm scared to live alone in such a big stone house when you leave."

A girl in love is always clingy, but Satuya is smart and knows the status gap between herself and Li Rufeng, so she always behaves well and sensible and dares not cross that line.

This time, perhaps because living in the special environment of the castle made Satuya feel less secure, she finally complained.

She hugged Li Rufeng, pressed her face against his chest for several seconds before pulling away and whispering, "Shall I wait for you to come back?"

Li Rufeng just patted her head and said nothing more. God knew what the Qinggelinayan brothers wanted to talk to him about at this time. He couldn't make any guarantees.

Moreover, from the moment Li Rufeng woke up in shock to the moment he instinctively prepared for defense, he completely forgot about Satuya and didn't even think that there was someone else in his bed. If the person talking outside the door was not Satuya and Jatalehun, but an assassin from the Black Sheep People, Satuya would probably be the first victim.

Li Rufeng didn't want to admit that his instinctive reaction at that moment was to use Satuya as bait, but the fact was that he did think so and did so.

This kind of meanness that came from deep in his heart seemed so ugly in the face of Satuya's attachment and careful service. It was so ugly that it made Li Rufeng feel a little sick, so he didn't want to say anything, but just hugged Satuya again and comforted the girl.

He knew that if the same thing happened again, he would do the same thing again.

"What happened?" When Li Rufeng walked out of the bedroom, his face looked a little grim. He glanced at Jialalhun, waiting for him to answer.

A satisfactory answer.

Jiatalhun looked around. Li Rufeng saw this and ordered the guards nearby to retreat to their positions. Jiatalhun then spoke: "Shaman Rufeng, something has happened. Twelve of our soldiers have died in strange ways. We would like you to come over and take a look."

"How is it strange?" Li Rufeng frowned. Jialelhun's words reminded him of something not so good.

"You'll know when you see them. They look like they've been dried by the wind. People in the same team said that these people drank some wine last night and wanted to find some women to have fun. When they were found, their bodies were all in the stable." There was a trace of fear on Jitalehun's face when he spoke, as if he was still terrified by what he saw.

"Come on, take me to the scene." Li Rufeng was now fully awake. This indeed sounded like a shaman's job. He called over a personal guard and asked him to wake up his apprentice Bater.

Li Rufeng estimated that he might have to call the black wizard Azadirim over tonight, but that would have to wait until everyone else left. He would then ask the other party to look at the corpse in private to confirm whether the whole incident was related to the God of the Four Winds.

Azadirim himself is now a corpse, so he is just the right person to help.

Before leaving the castle, Li Rufeng went to the kitchen to get a pot of liquor and a handful of salt, which were considered his magical tools...

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Author's Note: I don't have many pictures to share recently, which makes me feel a bit sad.

Chapter 111: Mummy

The stable where the dead man had died had been surrounded by a large group of soldiers, but those pairs of eyes filled with curiosity and fear proved that this matter would spread throughout the army at the latest after dawn. Li Rufeng could even imagine how the soldiers would spread this matter -

Twelve people were soliciting prostitution, and ended up encountering a female ghost, who sucked them all into a fuck...

Jialelhun's face looked unhappy. Like Li Rufeng, he was also dragged out of bed. He had only slept for an hour and a half. It was almost four o'clock in the morning, the time when people were most sleepy.

When he thought of the miserable plight of those soldiers, Jatalehun's face turned even uglier. The woman in his bed was also chosen from among the refugees. In other words, if he had been less lucky, he would be the one lying there like a mummy, being watched by everyone...

"Shaman Rufeng!" The expression on the face of an unknown middle-aged shaman relaxed the moment he saw Li Rufeng, and he immediately came forward, as if he had found his backbone.

Li Rufeng remembered him. He was Sudenamu from the Asleng tribe. They had met when the old shaman was still alive. In the old shaman's words, Sudenamu was not a very qualified shaman, but his father was a hero back then. Unfortunately, he offended the Sultan's close ministers. In order to save Sudenamu's life, the old shaman accepted him and gave him the identity of a shaman.

"He has no talent and no ability. His only advantage is his kind nature. Please help me take care of him when I die." This was the old shaman's evaluation of Sudenamu when he was bedridden and making arrangements for his funeral. It was also Li Rufeng's entire impression of Sudenamu.

So Sudenamu looked nervous now, and Li Rufeng was not surprised at all, because there were not only shamans here, but also Islamic legal scholars. A man who looked to be in his forties and had a weathered face smiled at Li Rufeng and bowed slightly to show his respect.

The much younger apprentice behind him showed considerable hostility. He held a wooden-covered scripture book higher in a protest, raised his head high and pointed his chin towards Li Rufeng.

Li Rufeng didn't care about the apprentice's attitude. It was understandable that young people were hot-headed. He would learn his lesson if he had the chance to beat him up a few times in the future.

Qinggelinayan personally guarded the stable door, not allowing anyone to enter. This was also the hostility of the young apprentice. They came to offer help, but were not even allowed into the crime scene...

"Shaman Rufeng, when something like this happened on the grassland in the past, we always asked the old shaman to deal with it. Now I think I should ask you, right?" Qinggelinyan was wearing a helmet and armor, with one hand on the saber at his waist, staring at Li Rufeng, waiting for his reply.

Perhaps because of the sparse population, tough folk customs, and cultural barriers, in short, on the grassland, or in the relatively closed small group of the Mughals, such strange things that are classified as requiring shamans to deal with rarely happen.

Of course, when the Mughals fought for the Sultan, they would more frequently encounter special situations on the battlefield that required "professionals" to handle, but that kind of thing was like logistics. The Sultan had people under his command who specialized in handling such matters, such as the Islamic scholar who had just saluted Li Rufeng.

Qinggelinayan is now waiting here and insists on waiting for Li Rufeng to deal with the matter inside first. One of the main reasons is that this involves religious beliefs. The Mongols here generally believe in Changshengtian, and of course they hope that the shaman can solve their problems.

"Let me take a look at the situation first." Li Rufeng looked back at the scholar of religious law who had won without fighting or grabbing, and instantly understood the current situation. "No one can guarantee this kind of thing. I can't lie for the sake of power. That's not what clergy like us do."

Hearing Li Rufeng's words, the scholar smiled and nodded, seeming to agree with Li Rufeng's point of view. He took the initiative to speak: "Shaman Rufeng is right. We should always maintain our original heart."

Upon hearing this, Qinggelinayan made way. At this time, Bater also hurried over. When he saw other people, he lowered his head because of his lateness. Young people's sleep is always so unscrupulous.

Li Rufeng took a look and found that the old fox Azadilim did not show up at all. He would not show up unless he could guarantee absolute safety. Many of these Mughals had killed more people than this black wizard who believed in evil gods and practiced human sacrifice. His secret would be revealed as soon as his body got closer.

But Battelle brought more professional "Li's Exorcism Props", distilled liquor, and repeatedly purified salt. These are all fine products made on a small scale by Li Rufeng using laboratory methods.

Li Rufeng took out a cotton mask from the bag that Bater brought, wet it with a little liquor and put it on his face. He also held an iron clip in his hand. Bater also wore a mask and held a leather bag in his hand.

Ever since he learned from Haishar that there was a god of the four winds who was specifically in charge of epidemics, he had added several layers of protection to himself. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, Li Rufeng at least had some psychological comfort.

And based on his understanding of the purification ritual, this thing might also depend on idealism. If he firmly believes that this set of equipment will be useful in dealing with the influence of the Corrupted Green Wind, then maybe it really will be useful...

Using idealism to defeat idealism is actually quite fair, and the main point is the stubbornness.