Mount and Blade Central Asia

Bater held up the candlestick, trying to illuminate the operating area for Li Rufeng. Although a dead person would not protest because he was cut two more times, under Li Rufeng's careful teaching, Bater understood that the biggest enemy in life is - enough is enough.

As for the other apprentice, he was also trying hard to help his teacher light the lamp. Although the sky was beginning to brighten, they couldn't just sit there forever, right?

Li Rufeng did not give them much time to hesitate. He quickly cut off the diseased heart and put it into a container for preservation. Then he went all the way down to the protagonist of today, the kidney.

As expected, the deceased's kidneys also showed similar lesions, and large areas of rupture were found in the abdominal intestines. Ahmed followed Li Rufeng's progress and drew again and again.

The two apprentices were only responsible for marveling and working hard, and only Li Rufeng was trying to recreate the scene at that time. He still remembered the position of the corpse in the stable and the posture at the scene.

The deceased was lying flat on the ground with his legs spread apart. There was a pool of blood on the ground. His heels on both sides had rubbed two grooves on the ground. It was obvious that he had already felt pain before he reached the climax. The sadist used the woman on top position and directly squatted to break the deceased's intestines at the beginning of intercourse. Every ups and downs thereafter were accompanied by pleasure and pain at the same time.

The most outrageous thing was that there was a clear crack in the victim's pelvis. Li Rufeng estimated that the murderer must have had a pair of long and powerful thighs and a very plump buttocks to be able to do this at the same time...

Li Rufeng unnaturally began to associate the murderer with the corpse. The images that were fabricated by his imagination and reasoning became clearer and clearer in his mind. He even felt that he saw with his own eyes the pair of slender and plump thighs that particularly suited his aesthetic taste, moving back and forth on the corpse driven by the perky and plump buttocks!

His breathing gradually quickened, and his hands stopped moving. He touched his crotch, subconsciously wanting to join in.

..

"Shaman Rufeng!" A majestic shout suddenly woke Li Rufeng up. He then realized how ridiculous he had been.

Beside him, Bartel looked at the corpse with a stupid and lustful expression. The candle in his hand had burned the palm of his other hand without him realizing it.

The apprentice behind Ahmed was not in a much better condition. He was shrugged at the wall from a distance, with a pig-like look on his face.

Li Rufeng slapped Bater to wake him up, and he broke out in a cold sweat... When did he fall into the trap?

"Thank you, Master Ahmed. Without you, I would have been attacked today." Li Rufeng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and walked away from the corpse, breathing heavily to relieve his physical abnormalities.

These things that believe in the Four Wind Gods are so weird that they always make people fall into their trap without realizing it.

"This is human nature. Shaman Rufeng, don't overthink it. I've long known the murderer's ruthlessness, and I've nearly fallen for the killer's traps several times. I simply relied on God's blessing and got through safely." Ahmed shook his head and put down the atlas. "Leave the rest of the work to me. I haven't found any clues in the previous corpses I've handled. I hope this time will be different."

Li Rufeng just nodded. His mental state was not enough to complete the second half of the examination.

The autopsy was completed quickly, and Ahmed finally found a small piece of nail embedded in the deceased's throat deep in the mouth of the corpse. The broken nail was 1.5 centimeters long, round in color, and smooth in surface, obviously not from the working class.

"I knew most followers of the Dark Pink Wind were nobles..." Ahmed muttered to himself, handing the small nail to Li Rufeng. "Based on my experience, the owner of this nail is a woman between eighteen and twenty-eight years old. She has a habit of growing her nails, so she's probably a noble."

Li Rufeng looked at the nail blankly. He admitted that the nail itself was indeed very beautiful and most likely belonged to a woman, but could he tell someone's age from it?

He's an electrical and mechanical engineer who changed to dentistry, not a forensic pathologist who changed to dentistry...

The evidence had been found, and the target had been roughly determined. Still reeling from what had just happened, Li Rufeng treated Ahmed with great courtesy, accepting his theory completely. He turned and pulled Bater over, examining the burns on his hands. After confirming they were minor, he said, "Go find Qinggelinayan and have him search the entire city for any woman who meets this criteria."

Li Rufeng pushed Bater hard, still feeling a bit ashamed and angry about himself and his previous behavior. However, in the process, Li Rufeng had already used his fingernails to remove a small piece of the candle Bater had been holding and hid it in his palm...

Chapter 116: The Adventures of Brother Mengjiang

After a full five days and five nights of trekking, Haishar finally shook off the pursuers before entering the grassland. After all, the Mamluk horses did not have the physical strength of the mixed-breed horses, and the camels were not as fast as the mixed-breed horses. Moreover, people who escape tend to be more persevering.

Haishaer couldn't even remember the last time he was in such a mess. The horse that was once so majestic that it could attract someone like Li Rufeng who knew nothing about horses at first sight, now looked like a large donkey, skinny, with matted hair and emitting an indescribable smell.

In the past few days, Haishaer had almost completed his eating, drinking, defecating and urinating on horseback, and even he himself did not want to face it...

But the good news was that not far ahead was the water pool where Li Rufeng's tribesmen first discovered the flesh hound. Haishar knew that there was clean water there, and if they were lucky, they could even have a meal of meat.

Haishar looked back and saw that there were nine people who had finally escaped from the Mamluks' pursuit with him. Among them were two Knights of the Eagle of Order who had been on field missions for many years. They had been on field missions for many years, had rich practical experience, and had firm beliefs. They had faced the creations of the Four Wind Gods.

The other four people were followers, two of whom were the ones who had been with the team when Haishar led the team to hunt down the Flesh Hounds. In the panic, they instinctively followed the people they trusted most and eventually survived.

Haishar also brought out a jurisprudence scholar and his apprentice from the headquarters of the Eagle of Order. However, the two men were not in good condition. One old and one young were tied to their respective horses by Haishar and followed the team for a day and a night. They looked like they were dying.

The Eagle of Order is a secretive organization. They do not seek glory or rewards from the Sultan. They act spontaneously based on their inner faith and love for all humanity. Even Islam itself is only vaguely aware of the existence of the Eagle of Order.

It has not been made public who first founded the Eagle of Order, at least Haishar knows nothing about it.

The members of the Eagle of Order are mainly composed of two types of people. One type is the orphans who were raised by the Eagle of Order since childhood. After growing up, they have undergone rigorous assessments and long-term observations and are finally accepted by the organization. The other type is people who, for various reasons, learned about the existence of the belief in the Four Winds God, and were keenly aware of the evil in it and bravely fought against it.

Hayshar was the former, and the traitor who led the Mamluks to purge him at the Mecca headquarters this time was the latter.

As mentioned earlier, the Eagle of Order is a secretive organization. They will cooperate with local rulers with caution. For example, they need to be cautious with heroes like Timur.

Specifically for horses

The situation in the Muruk Sultanate was much more complicated. Nasser Faraj I's already limited prestige was destroyed by Timur along with the destruction of the two famous cities of Aleppo and Damascus. He was even ousted for a time, but was once again lifted up to the position of Sultan with the support of the emirs.

The Eagles of Order are not a political organization. They do not desire power and money, nor are they interested in political investment. This behavior of not taking sides finally brought about the Sultan's revenge. The fierce Mamluk cavalry raided their holy place in Mecca, and traitors opened the castle gates for them.

Everything happened so suddenly that even a strong man like Haishar, who was known as the master in the Eagle of Order, had no time to resist before things had become irreversible. He could only fight his way out of the siege with the people he could organize.

The scholar of law and his apprentice had just returned to the castle from their travels when they encountered this incident. They were taken away by Haishar without even remembering to ride their horses. In order to save their lives, the two knights of high moral character voluntarily gave up their hybrid horses.

Legal scholars and knights specialize in different areas, but neither is indispensable.

As for the last survivor, it was Parisa.

Haishar brought Parisa back to Mecca safely and told her everything he had encountered and everyone he met along the way. Especially the part about Li Rufeng, a jurisprudence scholar even made a written record and planned to send someone to contact him later.

The Eagle of Order is not xenophobic; on the contrary, they welcome all outside forces in the fight against the Four Winds.

They even put aside their regional and religious hatreds during the Crusades and briefly cooperated with the Knights Hospitaller to fight against the pollution from the Four Winds.

Therefore, a shaman who believes in Tengri can be considered an ally as long as it can be confirmed that his ability to purify pollution does not come from the Four Wind Gods.

In the chaos, Haishar burned the record about Li Rufeng that he was temporarily keeping and was responsible for checking for omissions and pointing out any inaccuracies. Then he entered the prison area and rescued the bewildered Parisa, and fled all the way here.

Parisa's face was pale and she looked listless, but that was understandable. After all, the others had only been on the run for about a week, while Parisa had been on the run for more than a month.

She was first chased by the Qara Qaraqa from Mosul to Tal Bakh, then abducted by Haishar from Tal Bakh. She was forced to sleep in the open air all the way back to Mecca. Before she could get a few good nights of sleep or eat a few hot meals, she was chased all the way back to Aleppo by the Mamluks...

If Parisa had not been a princess, with a good physique since childhood and outstanding martial arts skills, she might have died on the road.

Even so, Parisa was on the verge of collapse. She even felt that she had become accustomed to the warm feeling of peeing in her pants. Every bone in her body was wailing to tell her that she had reached her limit. If she could not get repaired, she would break in minutes.

Just when Parisa felt like she was about to fall off her horse, Haishar finally shouted, "Rest behind that hill ahead. There's a bubble there."

Parisa felt like she was alive again in an instant. She followed the team and galloped over the hill. When she saw the clear puddle behind the hill, she fell straight off her horse, then crawled to the water's edge, dived in and drank from it in big gulps.

The others were not in much better condition. Some of them could not even move their legs and remained in a squatting position after getting off their horses. Only Haishar had enough strength to quickly untie the jurisprudence scholar and his apprentice from their horses, constantly rubbing their muscles while directing others to light a fire and boil water.

"Drink less raw water! There is a Mongolian tribe nearby. I will take you to eat mutton later!" Haishaer finally smiled at this moment.

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Author's words: Go to bed first, two more chapters tomorrow

Chapter 117 The Real Murderer

"Is there any result?" It was daybreak, and Qinggelinayan was a little impatient. As he expected, some rumors about demons were spreading in the army.

Due to the brutality condoned by Sultan Timur during his foreign wars, Timur's army has always been tied to demons. Over time, some soldiers themselves believed in them, and they were very sensitive to things like demons.

According to Qinggelinayan's plan, the soldiers who had rested early this morning should have set off. Even if Li Rufeng saved Urfa Castle, he would only temporarily station dozens of soldiers here, which would not affect their plan to conquer the city of Mardin.

But now, if demons were to appear in the city of Urfa, the impact on the morale of the army would be much more serious.

Seeing Li Rufeng's pale face and frown, Qinggelinayan waved his hand and said directly: "If you can't find anyone, burn everything here and kill all the refugees. We can't let the demons continue to roam."

Qinggelinayan didn't want to keep fighting with a demon that could kill twelve soldiers and a horse, so he just killed them all and burned them all.

"Give me another morning. If it can't be resolved before noon, I'll do as you say." Li Rufeng had just gotten rid of the influence of the previous Daifen Feng. His mind was still a little confused at this time, and he didn't want to argue with Qinggelinayan.

The dispute between them mainly stemmed from the different goals of the war.

Now, Qinggelinayan is fighting a blitzkrieg. He wants to appear as quickly as possible to catch Duoshite off guard. By killing Duoshite, he can ensure his legal rule over this land and make Duoshite's rebellion a reality. In this way, even if the Khanate army takes over this land again in the future, for the sake of stability, they will have to recognize the fact that Qinggelinayan has become the new Wanhu.

Li Rufeng saw further. He believed that Milan Shah would be defeated in front of Tabriz this time. The Mongols must begin to build a new order here and rule in a softer way. As for Dost, he was just a reason to encourage the Mongols to unite.

What's more, it can be seen from Urfa Castle that Dost had already prepared to defend the city of Mardin to the death.

There were only a few hundred soldiers in the entire Urfa Castle, and most of them were old, weak, sick and disabled. The granary had less than one-fifth of its reserves, barely enough for the army to eat for two days, and this was based on a complete disregard for the lives of civilians.

Doste did a great job in this regard. He did not take away all the food and let the Mongols eat the people after they died. Instead, he left behind some food that was tasteless but a pity to throw away, forcing the Mongols to commit the atrocity of starving civilians to death.

From this we can see that Dost not only knew how many troops his enemy had, but also roughly knew how long it would take the Mongols to capture Urfa Castle.

Qinggelinayan might not be blind to this, he just didn't want to believe that Duosite was so outstanding.

As a Mongol and a proud military aristocrat, Qinggelinayan might be able to accept failure, but he could never accept that the bastard Duosite had better military talent than himself.

"Bater, take your men to question those refugees. If that follower of the Powder Wind has such great charm, she can't be unknown here. Go and find out if there is any famous lady who has appeared near Urfa Castle recently." Li Rufeng waved his hand and asked Bater to find someone to do this, while he hurried back to the bedroom in the castle.

In a city that surrenders to the enemy, what will be destroyed first? It must be wealth and beautiful women. In theory, there should be no women with a great reputation who have escaped the plunder of the Mughals.

But what if?

Li Rufeng carefully scraped the beeswax from his fingernails and poured it onto the dagger. The candles Ahmed and his men used were very fine, the beeswax had a uniform color and a strong oily feel. Up close, it even had a faint floral fragrance, clearly worth a fortune...

How much did it cost? Mr. Li had a bundle of beeswax candles that he would light only when reading a new book. He usually used tallow candles, and when they were about a third of the way through, he had to open a window to ventilate and get rid of the smell.

Li Rufeng picked up a torch from the wall and signaled the guards around him to light it, then placed the dagger on the flame. Soon, the little bit of beeswax melted into liquid, and the slightly stronger fragrance immediately floated into Li Rufeng's nose, which made his blood boil. An impulse to find Satuya to commit adultery in broad daylight immediately occupied his mind.

But this was only for a moment. Li Rufeng, who had prepared himself mentally in advance, immediately looked up and wiped the wax off the dagger, while his face became gloomy.

His conversation with Ahmed was very pleasant. Li Rufeng had previously sent Bater to investigate the women among the refugees in order to give Ahmed a chance. He was like a close friend, a cherished friend...

and many more!

Shit, when did I develop such a strong liking for an old man? A chilly breeze blew through the castle, and Li Rufeng's mind instantly cooled as he realized this very serious problem.

"Let Bater come back! And call that idiot Sudenamu to me!" Li Rufeng picked up the magic sword, turned around and left the castle with his personal guards. He found Qinggelinayan again.

"Then Lord Yan! How do you know Ahmed?" Li Rufeng found the place where he was initially exposed. Because Ahmed was waiting at the crime scene before him, and everyone around him acquiesced to his presence, Li Rufeng subconsciously regarded the other party as a colleague and one of his own, so he did not raise any defenses.

"He has been preaching in Urfa Castle. When we first entered the city, he sought asylum from me on behalf of the Muslims in the city. What's wrong?" Qinggelinayan looked at the fully armed guards behind Li Rufeng, signaled his guards not to act rashly, and asked calmly.

"He might be the murderer." Li Rufeng saw Sudenamu rushing towards him in a panic, being dragged along by his personal guards. He said to Qinggelinayan, "I don't have enough men, so I need your help. Give me at least twenty warriors you can trust. Keep their mouths shut and don't be lascivious."

Thinking of the dead men in the stable, a hint of understanding flashed across Qinggelinayan's face, but this request was indeed a bit difficult for him, as each of his men could be called a warrior.

But the requirement of keeping a tight mouth is more than half eliminated. A drunk Mongol man will say anything and it is impossible for him to keep a tight mouth... Add to that the requirement of not being lustful and the whole army will probably be wiped out.

"I'll try my best to get it for you." Qinggelinayan looked at Li Rufeng's serious expression, nodded, turned around and began to examine the guards behind him.

Chapter 118: Suocheng

Qinggelinayan finally pieced together and selected twenty people with tight mouths from his own guards.

Warriors who are not lustful, it's a pity that these selected warriors are all dejected. On the grassland, the description of not being lustful is not a good word, it is almost like pointing at the nose and scolding someone for not being manly enough.

Therefore, the morale of these warriors was low when facing Shaman Rufeng. In comparison, Li Rufeng's twenty personal guards seemed more majestic. At least they stood there with their heads held high, while Qinggelinayan's guards did not even want to show their faces under the pointing and criticizing of their colleagues.

If the operation to capture Ahmed goes smoothly, Li Rufeng's twenty personal soldiers will actually be enough. After all, if the "Succubus" can kill twelve soldiers in a frontal fight, there will be no need to lure the patrol team at night. He can just rush into the military camp in broad daylight and kill as many people as he wants.

Li Rufeng just didn't want to lose his own manpower, and he also had a doubt. Could it be that the followers of Daifenzhifeng were so powerful that they could use the body of an old man to turn twelve normal men into homosexuals in an instant?

Ahmed might have an accomplice. Li Rufeng assigned ten of his personal soldiers to search the mosque where Ahmed preached on weekdays. Another one was responsible for protection work beside him. Qinggelinayan's twenty guards were responsible for doing the dirty work. They had to rush directly into the place where the mummies were previously placed, bring out Ahmed and his apprentices, and kill them on the spot if they resisted.

Li Rufeng also brought Sudenamu, a burden, with him. After all, there were only a few shamans left under the banner of Changshengtian. Although Sudenamu was not very capable, at least he had good character and could be trusted. This time he was taking him to see the world.

Of course, Sudenam himself didn't think so. He didn't want to see the world at all. If possible, he didn't even want to go with the army this time...

The largest number of people inside and outside Urfa Castle were soldiers, so Li Rufeng and his group were not conspicuous on the road. The leader of the guards sent by Qinggelinayan was called Arsalan, which means lion. He did have an exaggerated beard and looked like a lion standing up and walking.

"Shaman Rufeng, is this the place?" The weapon carried by the lion protected by plate chain mail is a six-leaf hammer that looks very fierce. The Mongols generally call it the Shapasir hammer, and only people with outstanding strength can use it.

Its total length is only about 35 centimeters. The center of gravity of the weapon is in the front half, so it cannot be used with both hands. It requires very high arm strength from the person wielding it. The lion's arms look much thicker than others, which is just right for using this weapon. He also has a small shield hanging on the arm guard of his free hand for defense. Just one glance at him shows how brave he is.

"Right here. There should be a man around forty years old and a young man around fifteen or sixteen. If they don't resist, shackle them and bring them out." General Li Rufeng handed the full metal shackles to Shizi and instructed, "If they don't resist fiercely, try not to kill them."

The lion nodded and curled his lips. Obviously, he felt that there was no need for two unarmed people to make such a fuss. But Li Rufeng's next words made the lion start to become suspicious.

"If you see something incomprehensible after you go in, leave immediately and tell me what's inside. I will decide what to do next." Li Rufeng looked at the house where the mummies were displayed with a sneer on his face. His personal soldiers had already prepared kerosene, and at worst they could just set it on fire.

The lion looked around and picked out eight of his own men. "You, get your bows and armor-piercing arrows. Follow behind me. When I say shoot, you're going to get shot!"

These soldiers also heard Li Rufeng's instructions and became cautious. Following the Lion's instructions, they formed a proper assault phalanx, with the four soldiers in the front holding shields.

The lion stood outside the square, at the gate, took a deep breath to give himself courage, then kicked the fragile wooden door away, rushed into the room first, and the remaining guards immediately followed.

Li Rufeng stood in the distance and watched the situation inside with a sharp gaze, but nothing happened. Lion quickly rushed out with his men again and shook his head at Li Rufeng. There was no one in the room except a dissected dried corpse.

Hey!

Where did you go?!

Li Rufeng led his men into the room and searched it carefully, but found no useful clues. Because he had been tricked and was afraid that Ahmed would notice something, he left in a hurry and did not have time to immediately arrange for people to follow him. There was a gap of three to five minutes, and the person escaped.

Now it seems that Ahmed probably overthinking it himself, realized that he was exposed, and left here at the same time as Li Rufeng.

He certainly couldn't run far and must be hiding in that corner of the city. Even if Ahmed was a believer in the Demi-Goddess of Wind and could drain twelve men and a horse in one night, he would never be able to escape the pursuit of the Mughals on the plains, unless the Demi-Goddess of Wind could bless him with six legs as long as Bolt's!

"Search!" Li Rufeng clenched his fists and gave the order.

The entire Urfa Castle soon fell into chaos, with nearly a thousand Mongol soldiers sweeping back and forth in the city. The rights that Li Rufeng had forced the Mongol leaders to give up at the banquet were all taken back by the soldiers themselves.

Not to mention the tyrannical Mongols, even in the later times, before Li Rufeng traveled through time, throughout history and reality, there were few forces that could enter the city to search without looting.