Mount and Blade Central Asia

At this time, Li Rufeng, who was guarding near the Martin Castle with his personal guards, was standing in front of the window sill of a two-story building. He opened the window in the darkness and looked in the direction of the castle gate in the night.

He was waiting for the signal that Haishar had succeeded. As soon as the castle caught fire, he would order his personal guards to attack the guards at the castle gate with bows and arrows to create chaos, and at the same time set fire to more houses to create a bigger fire, so that Jatalehun and the people from the river below could attack the city gate.

However, as he was guarding, Li Rufeng saw a group of cavalrymen walking out of the castle gate in the night. Due to the distance and brightness, Li Rufeng could not see how many cavalrymen there were. He could only see eight torches guarding one person in front, behind, left and right.

Was he going to check on the monastery? This was Li Rufeng's first thought, but then he heard the guards saluting the horsemen very formally, with such large movements that they almost jumped up.

Li Rufeng instantly perked up. Who in this city could have such great authority? Could it be just Duo Si Te?

He stared at the black shadow intently. Li Rufeng and Duosite had met each other on the night of the attack on the Taierbahe tribe. Although the other party was wearing a helmet at that time, he still remembered it clearly as it was the first time that Master Li led troops and men to ride and kill.

The more Li Rufeng looked at the other person, the more he looked like that bastard Duosite. He hurriedly pulled over a few personal guards and asked them to help identify him.

The Mughals were a nation of horsemen. They might not remember what a person looked like, but they would never forget a good horse. The tall horse that Doshite rode that night was definitely a good horse worth a thousand gold. Several guards watched the group of people getting closer and closer, and from the horses' gait to the shoulder height, they confirmed one by one that the horse surrounded in the middle was Doshite's horse!

"Why are you here?" Li Rufeng looked at Duo Si Te, feeling anxious. To be fair, the key tonight's raid was Duo Si Te. He was undoubtedly the backbone of all the Persians. If he died, the city of Mardin would be broken.

When the brave general brother took the initiative to ask Ying to assassinate Duo Si Te, Li Rufeng was worried.

Everyone was cheering. After all, if Master Li wanted to win the hearts of all the Mongols, he had to constantly gain military merits. And was there any more exaggerated military merit than breaking into a city single-handedly?

Li Rufeng certainly wanted to achieve unprecedented merit, and then return to the court with wealth and great reputation, take Aleppo in one fell swoop, and live a good life.

Now Duoshite was downstairs, with only eight people around him. Although they were all cavalrymen, this was an urban area with densely packed houses around. In addition, it was a rainy night, the road was slippery, and the vision was unclear. Even the Mughals did not dare to gallop in such an environment.

When Doste and her guards were riding horses, they were probably more concerned about not wanting to get their feet covered in mud.

In contrast, Li Rufeng had sixteen personal guards around him. They worked well together and could take full advantage in this small-scale battle. In addition, the enemy was attacked suddenly, so chaos would break out...

But this place is too close to the Martin Castle. Once the action is taken, Dost's reinforcements will be able to support it quickly, but he will have already gone all in by then and has no cards to play.

So, to fight or not to fight?

Li Rufeng stared at Duo Si Te, struggling in his heart. Perhaps because his gaze was too scorching, Duo Si Te subconsciously raised her head and looked in the direction of Li Rufeng.

But it was dark there, and the faint light from the surrounding guards' torches also interfered with Dost's vision. He just felt a little suspicious, shook his head and continued to move forward.

Doste is a little upset now, because those black wizards who believe in the Blue Wind have disappointed him again, so he decides to worship the Scarlet Wind himself and officially become a believer of the Scarlet Wind.

Dost had heard a lot of news about the followers of the Four Winds, most of it negative. This was undoubtedly a difficult decision, but this was war, and you had to pay something to win...

The author says:

Author's Note: I have something to do today, so I only have 2,000 words. Tomorrow I will have 4,000 words.

Chapter 147 Night Attack

Done…done!

The moment Li Rufeng made up his mind, his personal guards had already heard the news and took action!

Moved by silence, at this distance, the sixteen guards with arrows were all prepared. It was a pity that they had only intended to wait for an opportunity here, and did not expect that Duosite would appear in front of them in this form. Otherwise, if they had dispersed to the left and right and ambush, he would have been dead.

At the moment, the only windows that can attack the enemy team are the two windows upstairs and downstairs of this small building. Only the residents living near the castle are rich or noble and have two windows. Otherwise, they don’t even have an observation hole.

Do it!

Li Rufeng suddenly opened the window and made room behind. The three guards crowded together at a distance of less than 20 meters and each of them took aim and shot the heavy arrows in their hands. Downstairs, there were also three guards shooting arrows from the window, but their positions and angles were a little worse, so they could only attack the guard in front of Dosite's right.

The remaining ten guards kicked open the door and rushed out the moment the window was opened, lining up on both sides of the door and aiming their bows!

The three archers on the second floor were all targeting Dost and his horse. At this distance, the Mughals would not miss. Although Dost was wearing armor, the heavy arrows with armor-piercing effect still penetrated the armor. One arrow hit his shoulder, making him scream, and the other two arrows hit the thigh and eye of the horse under his crotch one after another!

The warhorse suddenly stood up, neighed loudly, and threw Duosite off the horse!

The personal guard who shot Dost threw his bow and arrow to the ground in frustration, turned over and jumped out of the window. When he landed, he drew his saber and charged directly. The awful weather of snow followed by rain made the bowstring soft, and he felt it when he pulled the bow, but his long-term archery habit made him feel that he could handle this disadvantage.

As a result, the arrow that was originally intended to hit his heart deviated by a few centimeters and hit his shoulder socket.

Fortunately, Dosite was thrown off the horse and could not escape for a while, so he could still atone for his sins!

The three archers on the first floor also hit their respective targets. For a moment, Dosite's guards were also in a panic. In addition, a large number of Mongols with bows and arrows suddenly rushed out of the residential area and shot at them. The scene became even more chaotic!

These people had never thought that they would be attacked just outside the castle gate. Although the Mongolian army had already attacked from outside the city, the strong walls and height advantage of the mountain city made them never dream that they would encounter the enemy so soon.

But these people were Dost's close guards after all. Although four of the eight people fell in just a few seconds, the remaining four people immediately made the right choice.

Two of the cavalrymen didn't care whether the fallen friendly soldiers in front of them were still breathing, nor did they care about the possible risks of galloping at night, and they just rode their horses forward to rush towards the Mongolian troops!

Although the distance between the two sides was less than ten meters at this time, for the war horses, these ten meters were enough for them to have a certain initial velocity from static to dynamic. On the not-so-wide street, two parallel, half-ton behemoths carrying their respective knights charged forward, which was quite a test of the psychological quality of those who confronted them.

Fortunately, the Mughals, who had been living with horses since childhood, were not frightened by just two cavalrymen. They either bent down and stuck to the wall to avoid the sharp edge, or ran in the direction of the horses, reached out to grab the reins of the horses, and at the same time waved their sabers to try to kill the mounted soldiers directly.

Some were even more ferocious and jumped up and rushed towards the knight.

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But this was ultimately a confrontation between infantry and cavalry, and three guards who accidentally failed to grasp the timing were knocked down by their horses!

At this time, the two guards on the second floor had once again drawn their bows and aimed at the only two remaining guards beside Dost. One of the two guards had already dismounted, and while shouting loudly to warn the castle guards not far away, he was trying hard to pull Dost up from the ground.

His companion drove his mount and used his body to block the two men. The arrow from the Mongol people pierced the guard's chest without mercy, causing him to groan and fall off his horse.

At this time, three of Li Rufeng's personal guards had already rushed to the vicinity of the Dosite Guards. Several guards who had been shot by arrows and trampled by their companions on horseback but were not dead yet were trying their best to fulfill their last duty. They stretched out their hands and grabbed the Mongols' ankles tightly to slow down their speed.

On a rainy night, a personal guard was pulled down by this sudden obstacle and could not break free after struggling for a long time.

The other two bodyguards had successfully crossed the distance and were fighting fiercely with the guard who had just pulled Dost up and Dost himself!

At the corner of the street, the two Dosit guards who had launched a brief charge had dismounted, turned around and engaged the assassins, slowing down their pace. Three other guards who had no obstacles in front or behind them rushed towards Dosit, intending to finish him off.

At this moment, the guards outside the castle just realized what was happening and sounded the alarm around them.

Duosite was doomed to die. Li Rufeng watched the two guards beside him draw their bows and shoot arrows again, taking care of the two guards who were fighting with others from top to bottom, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this time, a group of people were fighting in the dark at Dost's place. The archers couldn't distinguish their targets at all and could only look around vigilantly.

Li Rufeng hesitated for a moment, but his desire for experience made him pick up the magic sword, walk out of the house where he was hiding, and stand on the street.

The rain blurred the blood, making the bloody smell of the fighting on the battlefield even stronger. The sudden flash of thunder lit up the entire battlefield for a moment, allowing the people fighting to see the hideous and distorted expressions of their opponents.

Li Rufeng drew out the magic sword with a loud noise, and red flames immediately spread along the sword body that was more than one meter long, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

"Li Rufeng!" Duosite called out Li Rufeng's name in clear Chinese: "Come and kill me!"

The sudden intrusion of Chinese language almost made Mr. Li slip in the rainy night, and his mood of showing off was interrupted by this accident.

Li Rufeng calmed himself down, looked at the castle gate opening in the distance, and strode forward. When he passed by the fallen guard, he reached out and pulled him up, then stabbed the half-dead Dosite guard to death with a sword.

(Your two-handed weapon proficiency +1, 26/50)

Li Rufeng swung the magic sword in his hand, and blood was splashed onto the wall along with the rain. After acquiring the specialty of "powerful control", Li Rufeng could finally say that when he used this sword, he posed a greater threat to others than when he picked up a stick on the street.

Chapter 148: Success!

On a rainy night, Dost stood on the west side. Someone's torch had fallen to the ground, half of it hanging on the steps, not extinguished by the accumulated water. The flames stretched his shadow very long, and it looked like a monster in the breeze.

He knew Li Rufeng. Because of Azure Wind's joke, Duosite was the person who knew Li Rufeng best in the world. From the time he was picked up by the old shaman, repeating his name over and over in Chinese, to his gradual learning of Mongolian and Persian, to becoming the old shaman's successor, and even arriving as a guest at the Taierbahe tribe the night he attacked them...

Duosite hated Li Rufeng so much. It could be said that the war situation had deteriorated to this point entirely because this damn Eastern shaman had nothing better to do and went to visit the Taierba tribe. Not only did he repel his attack by chance, he also turned the Taierba tribe into the Li Rufeng tribe, piecing together a more powerful Mongolian tribe. This made Duosite misjudge the situation, thinking that the Mongols had already seen through his layout, and thus adopted an extremely defensive stance and missed the opportunity to fight.

It can be said that one wrong step leads to another. Li Rufeng's success was entirely achieved by stepping on the head of his wife, Dosite.

"Come on! Coward! Fight me like a man!" Doste held the scimitar with his uninjured hand. It was not his dominant hand, but he was confident that he could kill the harmless shaman on the battlefield.

As mentioned before, Duosite knew Li Rufeng, and he knew that Li Rufeng was a novice in the sword business.

Li Rufeng stood on the east side, the fire from the magic sword illuminated the area around him. The two sides were less than five meters apart, and his personal guards had already dealt with all of Dosite's guards, with only two people lost.

One man was unfortunately trampled to death by a warhorse, while the other was stabbed in the neck by one of the guards in a desperate fight.

The guards surrounded Dosite. Li Rufeng only needed to think about it and they would rush forward and kill this Persian who was called a bastard.

"I heard that you are almost 40 years old this year and have practiced martial arts for half your life. Isn't it unfair for you to fight against me, a shaman who can't wield a spear or a sword?" Li Rufeng glanced in the direction of the castle. Someone had lit a fire there at some point, and the blazing flames illuminated a small area of ​​darkness.

Li Rufeng knew that it must have been Brother Mengjiang who set the fire.

"I'm already injured, and you don't dare to fight me?

"Coward!" To express her contempt, Dost spat on the ground, "Your soldiers are all watching you!"

puff!puff!

Dost, who was standing still, was suddenly hit by two arrows, one hitting his waist and abdomen, and the other hitting his thigh.

"If you insist, I'm willing to accept your challenge now." Master Li stood in front of Duo Si Te with a somewhat rogue attitude, posing a left-wing sword stance, and persuaded her, "Or you can choose to surrender. I'm not a good warrior, but I'm a good doctor."

"Despicable!" Duosite held on to her body and refused to fall down. She stared at Li Rufeng with wide eyes, wishing she could eat his flesh raw.

"Capture her!" Li Rufeng waved his hand, and a group of bodyguards rushed forward like wolves and tigers and controlled Duosite, then carried her and Li Rufeng away from the street.

...

A few minutes ago, when Dost was attacked, the alarm bells rang at the castle gate.

When Haishar heard the bell ringing outside, he did not wait any longer. He first gathered the flammable materials in the room and threw them on the ground, then threw the candlestick on top of them. Then he kicked open the door of the study, and like an adult beating a child, he dragged the two guards who had already determined their positions outside the door into the room. The two helmets were grabbed by powerful hands and slammed together.

The force was so great that both helmets were dented, and the two guards fell to the ground without a sound.

The bell rang, and no matter where she was, Dost must have been alert. Haishar no longer sneaked around, but strode quickly into the castle to search for Dost's trace.

He grabbed a servant who had been awakened, put a dagger to his neck and asked, "Where is Dost?"

"I don't know! I don't know!" The servant was so frightened by the black-clad Haishar that his legs trembled. He confessed without hesitation, "Butler Babanas must know. He knows everything!"

"Where is he!" Haishar's dagger was closer to the servant's throat, and the sharp blade had pierced into the skin.

"Go forward, the fourth door on the right is his room!" the servant said hurriedly.

Haishar knocked the servant unconscious with a punch and threw him into the next room. He turned and walked towards the housekeeper's room. Perhaps he heard the panic outside, because a middle-aged man in silk pajamas opened the door and walked out of the room.

He frowned as if he was very dissatisfied with the noise outside, and then he saw Haishar, who was almost 1.9 meters tall and holding a sharp blade.

Without a word, the housekeeper turned around and returned to his room, intending to close the door and take refuge. However, Haishaer kicked the door in with him and asked, "Where is Dosite?"

Haishaer stepped on the door, exerting force. Butler Babanas instantly felt the air draining from his lungs. He said without any loyalty, "Lord Dost said he was going to visit the military camp tonight. He just left not long ago!"

Haishar was furious at his target's departure. He pulled the butler up from the ground and asked viciously, "Has anything happened to your Lord Dost recently? Has anyone died in the castle recently?"

He just smelled blood in Dost's room, but didn't find the body. Plus, Dost was hanging out with the believers of the Four Wind Gods, so there must be something fishy going on.

"No... nothing's wrong?" Butler Babanas looked into Haishar's eyes, his mind instantly cleared, and he took the initiative to explain, "Master Haishar has been going to the military camp every few days recently, but when he comes back, there are sometimes bloodstains on his body. The maid who washes clothes is almost scared to death. Is this considered abnormal?"

Haishar also knocked the butler unconscious with a punch, then packed up some of his belongings, returned to Dost's study, added some fuel to the fire, and then climbed out of the windowsill, just in time to see a group of soldiers gathering outside the castle.

Brother Mengjiang is not a brainless person. He just thought about it for a moment and realized that it was very likely that when Duosite left, she was attacked by Li Rufeng who was waiting for a signal in the castle. Then he took out a longbow from a high place and shot at the soldiers who were gathering below!

The soldiers, who were already a little frightened, were suddenly attacked from the direction of the castle and immediately panicked, especially Haishar's bows and arrows, which were accurate, heavy and fast. Several officers were nailed to the ground one after another, and the other soldiers were directly shocked!

At this time, Li Rufeng, who had succeeded outside the castle, also led his men to set a fire. Although the flames were difficult to ignite in the rain, it was still possible to send a signal to Jatalehun who was waiting below to seize the city gate.

Chapter 149: Attacking the city on a rainy night!

As Qinggelinayan's younger brother, Jialalhun has always wanted to prove himself. After all, his younger brother is now a captain of a thousand men, while he is the only one who has "accomplished nothing."

Of course, this is a bit self-deprecating. During his time in Samarkand, Jatalehun witnessed the prosperity of the world. He met knights and adventurers from Europe, as well as envoys from the mysterious East. Those Eastern rangers had skills that ordinary people could hardly imagine, and could easily defeat any opponent who dared to challenge them.

He had seen the endless stream of merchant ships on the Amu Darya River carrying goods and wealth from all over the world, and then returning to his hometown with more goods to spread the word about Samarkand's prosperity.

Whenever night falls, the whole city looks like a giant beast that has just awakened, illuminated by lights of various colors. Bustling crowds of people are strolling on the streets, and commercial exchanges that are more prosperous than during the day have just begun.

As long as you have the courage, you can become rich overnight and become another legend in people's mouths.

But if you are unlucky, you may go from being a wealthy man to being someone else's slave in the blink of an eye, waiting for the next opportunity.

Everything is possible in Samarkand. The old Sultan gathered these hostages together and gave them lectures every day. From new war techniques to the international situation around the Khanate, they learned everything, but it seemed like they learned nothing.

There, the world is dynamic and changing, completely different from here.

But it was also Jatalehun who witnessed the turmoil in Samarkand with his own eyes. He saw how the emirs used their power to influence the entire Khanate after the death of the old Sultan. Judging from his vision alone, he may be the most visionary one in the family.

However, in this cultural desert, the Mughals only recognized sabers and bows and arrows. Whoever had more people was the thumb, and whoever had fewer people was the little finger.

Jialhun could not compete with his younger brother who grew up with the herdsmen in the tribe. Dangertai was the youngest, with a sixteen-year age difference between him and Qinggeli. He was almost raised by Qinggeli as a baby. Rather than being called a younger brother, he was raised as a son.

Qinggelinayan Weidangertai paved the way for him. As soon as he came of age, he became a centurion, and was on par with warriors like Mongke who became famous at a young age and constantly proved themselves on the battlefield before finally gaining their position.

However, even Qinggelinayan could only be so willful once, so if he wanted to stand out, Jialalhun had to work hard on his own.

When Qinggeli said to Jiatalhun, "You led people to sneak into Mardin City," Jiatalhun felt that he was doomed, but looking at his brother's eyes, he couldn't say no...

But now it’s different. Jialelhun doesn’t know how Shaman Rufeng did it, but now they have indeed seized a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Shaman Rufeng killed Duosite!

Jatalehun looked at the conspicuous flames of the castle on the top of the mountain and immediately became excited!

He grabbed the collar of the leader of the River People beside him, pointed at the fire in the distance, and said with a ferocious look on his face: "See it! That means Duo Si Te is dead! Now we have to open the city gate! This is our last chance to make a contribution!"