Mount and Blade Central Asia

A three or four meter high wall wouldn't kill anyone, but adding an armored soldier to it wouldn't be a very good thing...

"Stop him!" Li Rufeng watched the fallen Green Wind believer lie on the body of the guard for a while, and then slowly climbed up.

Missing one person might mean losing everything. While Li Rufeng was distracted, a follower of the Green Wind on his side successfully climbed over the city wall. Fortunately, Li Rufeng's magic sword was sharp enough. Before the opponent pounced on him, he pierced through the opponent's armor with one sword, and pulled it down, leaving a terrible wound on the opponent.

In front of this magic sword, the rotten armor of the Green Wind believers seemed to be non-existent.

Wow!

Internal organs and intestines mixed with mucus and blood spilled out directly from the wound. The stench that hit Li Rufeng in the face made him feel that his sense of smell surrendered instantly.

At this moment, a group of soldiers suddenly rushed out from the direction of the big market and stopped the limping believer. Avid Said rushed forward ferociously, kicked the opponent down with one foot, and then chopped him down with the battle axe in his hand.

"Sir! The little rat you are looking for has been caught! We are here to support you!" Former hunter Avid Said climbed onto the city wall and shot an arrow at a Corrupted Green Wind believer who had just shown his head. The arrow went straight into his eye through the observation hole of the helmet.

The confident Arvid put down his bow and arrow, intending to take over Li Rufeng's position, but he saw that the enemy with an arrow in the eye had already climbed over the city wall and roared silently.

Li Rufeng turned around and stabbed the opponent's back with a sword, then kicked the body off the sword. He pointed at the newly erected siege ladder while panting, signaling Avid to guard it.

During this period, Li Rufeng learned some sword skills from Parisa. The sword of Maharaja Milansha was not the saber commonly used by the Mughals. It had its own unique techniques and rhythm.

Thanks to the bonus of his expertise, Li Rufeng made rapid progress in swordsmanship. Parisa had praised Li Rufeng for his talent several times.

Now, this progress has become a shortcut to saving his life and gaining experience. The system prompt flashed before Li Rufeng's eyes again -

(Your two-handed weapon proficiency +2, 58/75)

Perhaps it was because they saw that Li Rufeng had new reinforcements, or perhaps it was because the followers of the Green Wind could not bear the casualties. After Li Rufeng completed the kill, the camp of the Green Wind followers finally sounded the horn of retreat.

The believers began to retreat in an orderly manner, and ruthlessly abandoned all the wounded who were unable to move freely.

Less, the trajectory of the sword tip is more difficult to predict.

"Ali was caught?" Li Rufeng placed people he trusted, such as Arvid and Maritan, in the city to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to cause chaos, and also to continue searching for Ali.

"Not long after you left the lord's mansion, the little mouse was caught by the knight. It's now in the castle you allocated to them," Arvid explained. "I saw the fierce fighting on the city wall, so I thought I'd come over to see what was going on and find a chance to earn some military merit..."

Arvid pointed at the corpse with a somewhat embarrassed look and asked, "Sir, if you can't use it, this head will be mine, okay?"

Li Rufeng was so angry at the idiot Arvid that he laughed. He didn't know if this could be considered as a case of great wisdom in disguise, but the other party did ease the tension in his heart a lot...

Chapter 265: Taking the Initiative

For Moser, the morning attack was just an appetizer to show his strength to the young ruler of Aleppo. Of course, if Aleppo's defenses were weak, he would not mind taking the city before noon.

But now it seems that the opponent still has some skills. Under the slightly mocking eyes of the other immortal knights, Mozer called off his troops.

Mozer did not allow those believers to continue attacking the city. Even the believers of the Green Wind still needed to rest. They had already shocked the mortals on the city walls enough. Moreover, although the weather in June and July was suitable for the spread of plague, those soldiers always had to consider the problem of festering and rotting of the flesh under the armor.

These soldiers are carefully selected "anointed ones". They are basically in a terminal state. They need to run as hard as they can for the rest of their lives to gain the favor of the loving father before the fire of life is extinguished. Most of them are just a pile of rotten meat that has not yet died.

So Moser had no reaction to the loss of these people. He had as many soldiers as he wanted... Near noon, Moser simply promoted some people from the slaves in front of the defenders of Aleppo, gave them armor and weapons, and replenished his infantry ranks.

Li Rufeng witnessed the entire process from the city wall. He tightened his mask and said to Muzaffar, "They are quite efficient, but the smell is a bit strong."

"Sir, although I've never been in the army, I've seen many people with weapons in the post station over the years, but these people outside?" Muzaffar bit hard into a piece of dried horse meat, his face grim because of the nerve damage caused by the wound on his face. "They are really evil. I've never seen such reckless people in my life..."

"My lord, who are they? If the Mamluks still had such a fearless army, the old Sultan would not have had such an easy time fighting them." Muzaffar raised his head and drank a bellyful of warm water, his brows unconsciously frowned.

It can also spontaneously combust in water. Before a battle, a piece of Greek fire is thrown out, and the enemy position is immediately engulfed in a sea of ​​fire, with people and horses thrown to the ground.

Li Rufeng's version has no other special features except that it saves some effort in craftsmanship.

Ahmed was willing to help improve the formula and process, but what Li Rufeng needed was production. He didn't intend to use this thing as a secret weapon, but as a conventional weapon.

The containers used to distribute Greek fire were a collection of narrow-mouthed containers collected from all over the city, some made of clay, some of wood, and even some of ceramic.

Not far from here is another workshop where people are busy cutting straw mats into suitable sizes for sealing Greek fire containers. A group of old men and women willing to work have clear division of labor. Some are responsible for measuring the size of the container mouth, while others are responsible for twisting straw ropes.

"How much stock do we have now?" Bartel asked breathlessly as he hurriedly rode his horse here.

"Twelve large altars, twenty-three medium altars, and fifty-six small altars." Ahmed had already memorized these details. He casually picked up a clay pot slightly larger than his palm and handed it to Bater. "But the seal is not good. If it is bumped too much, the liquid may leak out. It can't be placed horizontally."

"Got it!" Bater nodded and started loading these things onto the flatbed truck with his men. In the absence of open flames, these things were actually quite safe and there was no need to worry about causing unnecessary casualties.

Li Rufeng originally planned to use catapults to cover the enemy, but after seeing the two useless catapults last night, he gave up the idea.

He could only risk rushing out to pour the flammable materials and then ignite them with rockets.

Compared with the infantry used to defend the city, Li Rufeng has much more abundant cavalry resources. He plans to divide the cavalry into two parts, the front half will pour oil, and the back half will shoot arrows to start fires. Anyway, those supplies don’t have legs, right?

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Author's words: There will be another chapter later, the time is uncertain-

Chapter 266 Oil and Fire Tactics

Li Rufeng has been maintaining subtle contact with his own cavalry outside the city and the Kurdish cavalry through his personal guards. He did not deliberately publicize his uniqueness, but after seeing so many abnormal things, there was nothing wrong in giving himself a mysterious aura.

For example, right now, a personal guard from the cavalry unit went straight to Haishar and whispered to him, "My lord, you are about to launch an attack and need our cooperation."

The guards could sense that Li Rufeng was about to launch an attack, as well as the general direction of the attack, but how to coordinate specifically was a more complex concept that could not be conveyed through the system. After all, the Mount and Blade system itself only provided a relatively crude soldier management system.

He could give more detailed instructions to his personal soldiers within the range of his sight, such as forming and changing various formations, making the archers retreat ten steps, move ten steps to the left, shrinking or expanding the formation, stopping long-range attacks, and then switching to volley fire.

The convenience of giving orders directly through consciousness is far greater than using a mouse and keyboard, so Li Rufeng can control his personal troops as easily as using his own arms, which shocked people like Qinggelinayan and Haishaer.

But if the personal guard is beyond the visual range, this connection will suddenly weaken from light to a dial-up telephone line, and it all depends on the personal guard's own understanding.

For Haishar, it was normal for Li Rufeng to have some supernatural qualities. After all, he was an old shaman scholar, so he believed the news brought by his personal guards without hesitation. Then, without much mobilization, Habashibuhua and Huluchirjia, who were actually responsible for commanding the Mongols, were already ready for the expedition.

They were already in a wartime state, with their clothes and armor still on, just waiting for a clear order.

"Oil the arrows and prepare the torches." Haishar knew what Li Rufeng needed. Before the troops were divided, Li Rufeng had told him everything about Greek fire.

However, in the original plan, Li Rufeng intended to use catapults to throw large Greek fire pots, and then Haishar would lead the Mughals to ignite the Greek kerosene with rockets.

Haishaer carefully checked his weapons and armor, and wrapped the oilcloth around his arrows. After doing all this, Haishaer jumped onto the saddle and looked back at the Mongols. They were already eager to fight without any additional mobilization.

Although they had just experienced a setback yesterday and felt at a loss in the face of these immortal monsters, after a whole day's rest, these natural warriors replaced their arrows with heavier shovel-shaped arrows and ambitiously wanted to try again.

On the distant hillside, the Kurds were also gathering and mounting their horses. Compared to Hayshar, who could feed the whole family with one person's food, Saladin was under greater pressure.

Behind him was not only the Kurdish group, but also opposition from dignitaries from other tribes. They did not believe a word of the empty orders given by the guards without any basis. However, Saladin chose to trust Li Rufeng. He had missed an opportunity once and would not miss it again.

"Kurds!" Saladin raised his saber and pointed it in the direction of Aleppo. "Show your courage! Don't bring shame to me! Don't bring shame to our nation! Kill the enemy!"

"Kill the enemy!" The morale of the Kurdish people instantly rose. Saladin promised that as long as they fought well in this battle, they could have their own pasture, everyone!

...

In the city of Aleppo

Inside, Li Rufeng was met with collective opposition from his subordinates because he wanted to personally lead the team to carry out the sneak attack mission.

"Sir, you are making trouble!" Muzaffar held Li Rufeng's reins to prevent him from joining in the fun. Not to mention that Li Rufeng's riding skills were obviously inferior to those of ordinary cavalrymen, if he accidentally got injured, or worse, died on the battlefield, Aleppo and even the entire Li Rufeng tribe would be finished.

However, Li Rufeng was not acting on a whim. The bloody battle on the city wall in the morning did boost the morale of the soldiers. Li Rufeng wanted to take this opportunity to enhance his reputation and experience.

After all, they were launching a surprise attack this time, and as long as they ran fast enough, those people would not be able to react.

From the beginning of the battle in the morning, Li Rufeng noticed that these followers of the Plague Wind were much slower than ordinary people. He took advantage of this weakness and harvested so many heads.

"I am the shaman of the Mongol people and also their leader. Look at my soldiers. The Mongol leaders don't have the courage to leave others behind and let them charge." Li Rufeng patted Mumuzafar's shoulder and took the reins from him. "I must go."

Even within Li Rufeng's army, there were people who were dissatisfied with Li Rufeng's decision to move people into the city to settle down, let alone these cavalrymen who were born free.

For the present and the future, Li Rufeng must prove himself to be a qualified "Mongol leader".

"Excuse me, my Lord, but you are not a Mughal at all!" Muzaffar finally admonished in a low voice, "When I first met you, you couldn't even ride a horse properly!"

"I am now!" Li Rufeng smiled. He certainly hadn't learned how to ride and shoot yet, but a man should be treated with new eyes after three days of absence, especially since he was a well-trained person...

"The same goes for the future!" Li Rufeng patted his warhorse lightly, and behind him followed a cavalry of two hundred men.

Half of these troops were brought by Mengge. At this time, Mengge was half a horse length behind Li Rufeng, wearing exquisite armor. The hundred-man team behind him were also wearing helmets and armor, and looked elite.

The hundred-man team that Li Rufeng had assembled in the city was much smaller. It only had twenty personal guards, and the rest were all militiamen selected from the tribe.

But Li Rufeng has the specialty of "promoting new warriors". These people stationed in Aleppo during this period are all considered garrisons. Each person gets a bonus of 7 experience points per day. Many of them have already crossed the line between militia and regular army and are considered to be genuine second-level Mongol tribal warriors.

There are also a small number of people who have advanced in one step and become third-level soldiers, Mongol Raiders.

The second-level soldiers under the Mongol culture correspond to the Mongol tribal warriors. Their basic attributes of one-handedness, bow and arrow, and riding proficiency levels are all at level 40. From a system perspective, almost all of them are at the same level as Li Rufeng.

As a third-level military unit, the Mongol Raiders are considered elite soldiers anywhere. They have reached the level 70 standard in the three corresponding basic proficiency levels, which means they have obtained three specialties.

From Li Rufeng's observation, the infantrymen who participated in the siege in the morning were basically at the level of third-level soldiers... As for the knights who did not move, Li Rufeng could only hope for the blessing of Changshengtian that they would not react so quickly.

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Author's Note: I thought I posted this chapter, but it's in my drafts folder now. Embarrassing...

Chapter 267: Cavalry! Cavalry!

Less than 200 kilometers west of Aleppo is the Mediterranean Sea, so the climate here is typical Mediterranean, formed by the alternating control of the westerly wind belt and the subtropical high-pressure belt. The summers are hot and dry, and the winters are mild and rainy. The end of June and the beginning of July are the driest times of the year.

Here, the wind is mostly from the southwest in summer and mostly from the northwest in winter. The wind is light in summer and stronger in winter. Li Rufeng judged the wind direction by the mane on the horse's back. It was southwest wind at this time. They needed to follow the wind direction to approach the enemy's camp, throw Greek fire, and after setting fire, rush to burn the fire as parallel to the fire line as possible.

The grass outside Aleppo is sparse. The caravans that have been passing by for many years have trampled the land into a barren wasteland. Coupled with the decreasing rainfall in recent centuries, there is almost no combustible material except for the things that were later transported from the enemy camp. So there is no need to worry about being swallowed by the sea of ​​fire.

Seeing that he could not persuade Li Rufeng, Muzaffar could only retreat silently, turned around and ran to the city gate to personally open the gate for Li Rufeng to go to the battle.

"My warriors, this is an unprovoked disaster for us. We don't know where the enemy came from, nor do we know why. There was no declaration of war, no notice. They fought without a declaration, treating us like cowards like Duosite!" Li Rufeng turned at the city gate and shouted to the nearly two hundred soldiers behind him, "Are you cowards?"

"No!" the cavalrymen answered loudly.

"From the Mongolian Plateau to Yilibali, from Yilibali to Samarkand, from Samarkand to Tabriz, from Tabriz to Baghdad, and finally to present-day Aleppo, our footprints have spanned most of the world. We conquered land with swords in our hands and horses under our crotch, we vanquished our enemies with courageous hearts, and we seized wealth with our diligent hands!" Li Rufeng raised his magic sword high and shouted, "Tell me, who are we!"

"Mongol cavalry!" The Mongol people responded loudly and proudly to Li Rufeng.

"Who are we!" Li

Rufeng asked again.

"The man who conquers the world!" Mengge shouted loudly, and the cavalrymen behind him immediately howled like wolves.

"Open the city gate!" Li Rufeng shouted loudly to Muzaffar with great momentum. At this moment, in Muzaffar's eyes, Li Rufeng was almost the same as the figure of the heroic leader Timur!

The three gates of Aleppo were opened one by one under Muzaffar's order. He personally pushed open the innermost Lion Gate and stood respectfully aside, praying to God that his lord would pass through victoriously. As for whether the God of Islam would bless the shaman in Eternal Heaven, that was for them to decide in heaven.

"Mongol warriors, follow me!" Li Rufeng shouted and went out first.

His riding proficiency level has now reached level 58, which is on par with the average level of the Mughals and even slightly exceeds it. However, he is not good at riding and shooting.

But because Li Rufeng possesses the "Nimble Horse" feat, which grants his soldiers a 30-level bonus to their riding proficiency, he's still the worst rider in the group...

...

When the outermost gate of Aleppo, which was carved with two snakes, opened, Moser noticed it immediately. He immediately stood up and put his helmet on his head to cover his slightly swollen face.

The helmets that had been soaked in cold water in advance effectively reduced the impact of the high temperature on their decaying bodies. A hint of coolness passed through the metal, making Moser feel less dazed immediately.

"Stop sleeping! Get up! Those mortals are leaving the city to counterattack!" Moser kicked the immortal knights who were taking a nap awake one by one. They lay there as if they were dead. In fact, at this moment, Moser really wished they were dead...

If he had been in sole command of this thousand-man army, he would have spread the plague through the city by now.

"Who? Leaving which city?" An immortal knight yawned and dislocated his jaw, but he couldn't reposition it through the helmet, so he just laughed in a sloppy manner. It was obvious that he found this a very novel experience.

At this time, Li Rufeng had already led his team across the drawbridge. After the last knight broke away from the drawbridge, the soldiers guarding the city immediately retracted the drawbridge again.

Li Rufeng felt the wind blowing across his cheeks, taking away the sultry heat of the hot summer. This was the first time he led a charge, and the target was less than 500 meters away from them, so as soon as they came out of the city gate, the whole team immediately went into a galloping state.

The Mughal's well-trained war horses switched their pace from trot to canter in just 300 meters, and at this time, due to the distance, the entire team had not yet completely dispersed.

When a somewhat panicked target appeared in front of Li Rufeng, the entire team looked like the arrowhead of a sharp arrow, and then the arrowhead fiercely hit the only obstacle in front of the catapult camp, which was a simple infantry skirmish line without any cover.

Li Rufeng found his target, a follower of the Green Wind who turned around and ran back desperately. Judging from the armor he was wearing and the blackened linen clothes under the armor, he should be one of the lucky ones who had just been promoted that morning.

Unfortunately, his luck ended there.

The magic sword flexibly drew an arc in Li Rufeng's hand. At the moment when the man and the horse crossed each other, Li Rufeng chopped off the head without helmet protection from bottom to top.

The blood that rushed into the sky carried a disgusting smell. The headless corpse ran forward three more steps before falling to the ground and realizing that he was dead.

Afterwards, it was trampled by other war horses, leaving only a pool of rotten meat.

"Is that... a follower of Scarlet Wind?" Moser didn't care about his colleagues. He mounted his horse and trotted with his few attendants to get more cavalry on horseback to prepare for a counterattack, but his eyes were always fixed on Li Rufeng.

The flaming sword indeed became the most dazzling thing on the battlefield. Thousands of people on both sides saw how the sword flew up and down and chopped countless people.

Fortunately, Li Rufeng did not forget his mission. When he passed by the first catapult, he took out the pottery jar filled with Greek fire from his net bag and smashed it hard.

The pottery jar was smashed on the catapult. The next second, the guards behind him shot a rocket at the oil-contaminated area. The flames rose almost instantly. Li Rufeng strictly implemented the method of separating oil and fire in the team.

The same thing happened everywhere, and the flames almost instantly ignited the outermost catapults, but Li Rufeng's goal was not just that...

Chapter 268: Charge