Mount and Blade Central Asia

Li Rufeng has always known that cavalry has a huge advantage over infantry, but he has never been to the battlefield as a commander to attack the enemy's defense line. This is just a concept. Moreover, as a tribe of the Galloping Horse Country, Li Rufeng has become accustomed to watching these people riding on war horses and moving with the wind.

But now, when Li Rufeng himself rode on his warhorse and personally crushed the enemies who stood in front of his horse into the mud, he finally felt the huge advantage...

Those enemies whom he had to pay a heavy price to kill on the city wall were now as humble as insects in the dust, allowing him to take advantage of them.

"Uraika!" Li Rufeng uttered the most common war cry of the Mongol people. The word itself was just an onomatopoeia and had no actual meaning.

It was originally an imitation of the neighing of a warhorse, and gradually evolved to become more in line with the human vocal system, mainly emphasizing that it is easy to pronounce and the sound is loud enough.

This kind of shouting is very necessary for soldiers. It can not only boost morale and make people feel the collective strength, but also relax muscles that are tense and stiff due to tension to a certain extent.

"Uraika!" When hundreds of people collectively made such a deafening cry of killing, Li Rufeng even felt and saw the air and the earth shaking, and the enemy's morale collapsed in an instant.

After being boiled and mixed with flammable materials such as naphtha, animal fat, asphalt, etc., it played its due role well. The blazing fire relentlessly ignited the siege machines and also ignited all the debris it could touch.

No matter whether it was a tent or a soldier, anyone caught up in the flames was killed. At this time, the cavalry team led by Li Rufeng had already rushed out of the not-so-large catapult position and was heading towards their next target.

Behind the catapults was the camp where the soldiers rested temporarily. Li Rufeng wondered why the enemy divided the cavalry camp and the infantry camp into two parts. This obviously gave him a better opportunity to attack the camp.

When the Mughals set fire to the catapults, the soldiers in the camp had already woken up. At this time, they were trying to form a team under the shouts of several officers, but a considerable number of soldiers were still looking for their armor and weapons, which made the whole scene look extremely chaotic.

At this time, Haishar had already appeared from another direction with Li Rufeng's cavalry, and he and Li Rufeng formed a pincer shape on the left and right to encircle the enemy camp.

This made the already chaotic enemy even more confused, and the few troops that the officers had just gathered were almost instantly drowned in the rain of arrows...

But after the rain of arrows, the enemy did not suffer any losses. A considerable number of soldiers continued to search for their weapons and armor with arrows hanging from their bodies...

"God of Heaven, what kind of monster is that!" As they got closer and closer to the target, Mengge let out an exclamation that represented the soldiers' inner thoughts.

He saw the true faces of the enemies he was about to attack... their faces were either swollen or rotten. Some people's limbs under their armor even had swelling similar to that of gigantism, and pale flesh overflowed from the gaps in the armor, as if they had just been fished out of the river.

puff!

As soon as Mengge loosened his hand, the arrow hit the enemy he was aiming at and went straight through his throat.

Although he was still reorganizing his troops, Mengge had already set his sights on him, but the arrow did not get his orders, it only damaged his vocal cords, making him unable to continue speaking. The other party turned his head and looked at Centurion Mengge viciously.

The other side's fierce eyes aroused the Mughal people's arrogance. In this era, Timur, the king of Inner Asia, defeated and humiliated every opponent who had ever bared his teeth at him. Among them were the Mamluk Sultanate, which claimed to be the orthodox successor of the Muslim world, and the Ottoman Empire, which claimed that it was expanding the territory for Allah and made the entire Christian world dare not speak out.

When Timur claimed that he had conquered three-quarters of the world, it also meant that his army had defeated all powerful enemies in the known world, and those nomadic cavalry including the Mughals were Timur's sharpest knives.

Now that the knife was provoked, Mengge almost immediately used the technique of continuous arrows, shooting two arrows one after another through the other party's eyes that were staring at him, as a response.

Even the followers of Green Wind could not withstand the damage of two arrows piercing the brain. The officer almost died on the spot and fell to the ground motionless.

"Uraika!!!" Mengge put away his bow and arrow, picked up a heavy hammer from the weapon rack and smashed it on every enemy he passed by. If the bow and arrow could not kill, he would use heavier weapons. The Mongol way of dealing with it was very rough, but also very effective.

As Li Rufeng's cavalry plowed through the reinforcement camp, the number of Green Wind believers became noticeably sparser. At the same time, they did not forget their duties. Li Rufeng threw all of his remaining jars of Greek fire into the camp.

Haishar started a fire from the other side, driving the fire to engulf the camp.

The most primitive and direct means for humans to fight against plague is fire. By burning the bodies of those who died of the disease and the souls of those infected, the chain of infection is physically interrupted. This primitive inheritance has, to a certain extent, elevated this behavior to the level of a ritual.

In the ancient East, many rituals related to exorcising evil spirits and curing diseases required the use of the two elements of fire and smoke. This is how Li Rufeng understood it and what he did.

When he saw the blazing flames and the billowing smoke, he felt a sense of relief.

At this time, the Kurdish troops had also appeared on the front line as requested by Li Rufeng. Their task was to escape from the enemy's cavalry from the front.

So far, the enemy's cavalry has shown a considerable degree of unprofessionalism. They have not deployed any guard troops, which directly led to Li Rufeng's successful sneak attack on the enemy's infantry camp.

They also did not conduct reconnaissance of the area around Aleppo after the siege began, and seemed not to care at all that there were reinforcements of the garrison outside the city.

Moreover, judging from the enemy commander's military strategy,

Fang did not behave like a professional and was extremely indifferent to the deaths of soldiers.

This made the enemy behave very conflicted. They looked extremely powerful, but were so arrogant that they failed to fully utilize the combat effectiveness of these elite soldiers. For the time being, Li Rufeng could only blame all this on the fact that cultists were also believers, and among all the armies under the banner of religion, there could not be a commander with a normal mind among ten people.

Chapter 269: The Great Plan of a Loving Father

But when the camera really shifted to the "stupid" commander, Moser had actually broken through.

He had no idea what his colleagues were doing. They showed no reaction to the burning of their positions and were laughing at the slaughter of their troops, seemingly finding it very amusing.

If he wasn't an Immortal Knight himself and knew how difficult he was to deal with, Moser would have wanted to duel with Ishak Khafra a long time ago.

When he thought about how that person had actually accused him of affecting his father's great plan because of personal grudges, he felt as if he had contracted a new disease and felt sick from the bottom of his heart.

"Everyone get on your horses!" Moser shouted, jumped on his horse, and led the two hundred cavalrymen in the camp to intervene in the war.

And when Moser left, the other Immortal Knights started a new round of tea party.

Participating in the tea conference requires qualifications, because the teas mentioned by these immortal knights are basically different varieties of plagues and viruses cultivated by them.

When they drink each other's new strains cultivated by others, the power of these diseases will strengthen their own power. Just as people who each have a good idea share it with each other and then have two good ideas, the Immortal Knights have the same advantage in this regard.

They have been recognized by their loving Father and no longer have to worry about their lives and bodies. They can recklessly complete the closed loop of getting sick, becoming stronger, figuring out new viruses, and getting sick again.

"He's still too young," Zales, who was wearing carved armor, commented slowly. "But he has great potential. Maybe in twenty years, he'll be qualified to join our tea party."

"Twenty years? I think it's been fifty years. He still has the mind of a mortal. He takes life and death, and the gains and losses of victory and defeat too seriously." Another pot-bellied immortal knight leaned back on his saddle, not caring about the fight happening hundreds of meters away.

"Sooner or later he will understand that for us, war is on another level, and corpses are also a resource." Zals put down his ceramic teacup with delicate patterns.

It is said that it was a treasure that was trafficked from the far East and eventually collected by the Mamluk Sultan. In order to protect it, Zars even carried a velvet box with him.

"So, is there anyone willing to trade their masterpiece with me?" Zales asked with a smile, "I've made some new progress recently. The plague I brewed is invincible and no one can hide from it. I..."

"Zales, you have been deceiving us with the same thing for ten years. No one believes you anymore." Khafra spoke vaguely. If you didn't listen carefully, no one could understand what he was saying.

"This time is different. If you don't believe me, try it." Zales said, and was about to exchange teacups with Khafra, but was ruthlessly rejected by the other party. "No! Zales, wait until you really come up with something good."

"Have you found that little mouse?" the oldest Immortal Knight asked in a dry voice. "Mozel is still young and has a promising future, but he's currently too focused on external things. We can't follow in his footsteps. We must prioritize our father's great plan."

"Haha, my rats said... that guy was captured by the Eagle of Order and is now being interrogated." An Immortal Knight named Yersin said, "He hid the panacea... in the stomach of a rat, hahahaha!"

Yersin's words made all the Immortal Knights laugh, because Yersin was first promoted to an Immortal Knight by being infected with the plague and spreading it. Under the care of his loving father, he had the ability to communicate with mice and to control them to a certain extent.

The little mouse gave the panacea to the other mice for safekeeping, and it was a lucky coincidence that the item ended up in their hands.

The attack on Aleppo itself was a cover, just to make the henchmen of the Eagle of Order in the city busy and not have time to pay attention to the clues about the panacea.

The soldiers and slaves sent were nothing more than slaves and soldiers given by the insignificant Sultan. They meant nothing to these immortal knights.

Just like the eunuch who had been infected with the plague and was dying in the camp, if he could survive the plague, it would prove that the loving father had favored him, and only then would he be qualified to join them.

If not, the Sultan will have to find a new eunuch to come here and maintain contact with these immortal knights.

At this time, on the front battlefield, the first cavalry duel that Li Rufeng had seen since coming to this world finally broke out, but the scene was far less magnificent than he had imagined.

Of course, this was mainly said to save face for Saladin. Judging from the performance of the Kurds on the scene, he completely brought shame to this name. At the same time, it also made Li Rufeng understand why the Kurds had been having their grasslands occupied.

The two hundred men led by Moser cut through the enemy like a hot knife through butter, gaining the advantage in numbers from the front, but

The Kurds, who were not fully prepared emotionally and psychologically, cut open.

Saladin's troops were relatively scattered at the time. They stood between Moser and Li Rufeng's troops, trying to harass the other side with bows and arrows, and kept a posture ready to escape at any time.

But when Moser began to charge, the war horses suddenly burst out with a speed far beyond the Kurds' imagination. In just one round of charge, at least fifty Kurds fell, and the entire formation was broken up.

Li Rufeng witnessed with his own eyes that at least one-third of the Kurdish knights chose to leave the battlefield without hesitation after being dispersed, and simply left Saladin behind...

Taking into account those who died in battle, fell off their horses, and were injured, it can be said that the Kurds only held out for one round and completed all the tasks assigned to them by Li Rufeng, delaying the speed of the enemy cavalry, and... shedding enough blood to prove their bravery.

It’s just that the next day was somewhat difficult to accept, but fortunately, the troops led by Li Rufeng were able to gain more reaction time with the help of the Kurds’ sacrifices and distance themselves from the enemy in time.

Although both sides were cavalry teams, it was clear from the rate of armor that Moser's cavalry were real shock cavalry, while in the team led by Li Rufeng, only the centurions under Centurion Mengge had complete armor, but they could not compare with the enemy.

The Mughals have always been rich in horse archers. Under Timur, it was mainly the people of Transoxiana and Khwarezmia who were responsible for serving as shock cavalry.

But Li Rufeng had no intention of confronting this group of people head-on. He raised his magic sword and drew a circle in the air. The entire team was instantly divided into two parts. Including Haishar's men, they were instantly divided into three parts, each choosing a direction to distance themselves.

Chapter 270 Plague

"When did you start to believe in the God of the Four Winds?" In the city of Aleppo, in the temporary base of the Eagle of Order, Abdul was interrogating his former colleague Ali.

"Also, why didn't you kill Sultan Rubio?" Abdul was referring to the apprentice who had acted with Ali. He was knocked unconscious by Ali with a stone, but was not seriously injured. He is now being guarded by two other apprentices.

Abdul's first suspicion was whether Rubio had also been dragged into this. The Eagle of Order had been able to survive for so long on the battlefield against the Four Wind Gods, so naturally it had a very strict audit system to ensure that it would not be corrupted internally.

Moreover, they had just encountered this internal corruption incident, so naturally everyone was on edge at this moment.

Ali said nothing, but his face turned pale and cold sweat streamed down his forehead. Abdul gave him a secret drug that was specially used by the Eagle of Order to deal with traitors. This drug could make a person confused and unable to make a correct response, so he could only tell the truth.

But the funny thing is that this secret medicine was made by alchemists like Master Ahmed, and Ali knew this medicine very well.

Because of this, Ali is more aware of the overbearing nature of this secret medicine, and almost no human can rely on willpower to resist such effects all the time.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait too long. It took Ali a whole night to realize that he couldn't be so special as to be favored by the Green Wind. The auditory hallucinations in his ears were most likely caused by the immortal knights outside the city.

At that time, the only living thing around him was a rat that he had caught in advance and intended to use to spread the plague. Although Ali realized this later, it did not affect his decision to turn this incident into a turning point for his own turnaround.

He only needs to hold on a little longer, and he will see the light... Panacea is the beginning, and Panacea is also the end. It is a panacea that cures all diseases, and naturally it can also turn into an incurable poison.

All Ali had to do was wait until the immortal knights won or a plague broke out in the city, and then he would be victorious.

Based on his understanding of Master Ahmed, the other party would most likely break all the rules and regulations to negotiate with him. They knew each other too well. Ali had followed him for nearly eight years, and he knew what the other party valued most.

Compared to most people in the Order Eagle organization, Ahmed is actually more humane and cares about ordinary people.

Although it sounds ridiculous, the Eagle of Order was supposed to be an organization established to protect ordinary people from the harm of the Four Wind Gods, but in fact, most of the knights and scholars of the Eagle of Order did not care much about the safety of ordinary people.

How many knights had mercilessly purged those who knew about the Four Winds' faith, slaughtered villages, and killed innocent people in order to prevent the spread of the Four Winds' faith? Countless!

How many scholars have chosen to fabricate rumors in order to bury history and cover up the truth, secretly plotting to eliminate nobles suspected of believing in the Four Wind Gods, and even instigating wars between countries to cover up a truth that could not be covered up?

Ali believes that existence is reasonable. Since the belief in the Four Wind Gods has been with human civilization for so long, it is bound to continue to exist...

...

"Ms. Darhe! Another wounded soldier has started to develop a fever!" A woman in linen clothes and a mask trembled as she walked towards the hospital's director, Isabella Darhe, muttering, "The plague has really come! Director, the plague has really come!"

Snapped!

Isabella stepped forward, not caring about the blood on her body, and knocked the woman to the ground with a slap. "The Lord has ordered that anyone who spreads rumors will be executed immediately! I'll spare you this time, but if there's a next time..."

With Isabella's

As soon as he heard these words, the personal guards that Li Rufeng had assigned to escort the other party stepped forward and drew their swords to confront him. At this moment, the dean, who had always been gentle to others, suddenly lost his temper and immediately suppressed all the nurses in the hospital.

From the very beginning when Aleppo was suddenly plunged into war, some people had been spreading rumors about an impending plague. Of course, it now seems that it might not be a rumor, but a trick by Ali to disrupt order in the city.

The various wartime policies subsequently issued by the Lord's Mansion further fueled the spread of rumors.

Those country bumpkins who came into the city from outside the city with shaved heads and wearing new clothes became the targets of many citizens to vent their emotions. They felt that if there was really a plague in Aleppo, it must have been brought in by these country bumpkins.

Of course, what some people really want to say is that the plague was brought in by the Mongols, who lived with horses every day and were natural spreaders of the plague.

But the Mongolian swords were sharper than people's mouths, so no one dared to spread such rumors.

"Gather the injured with fever and place them in a new isolation area. I will bring people to take care of them personally. All the people I call should follow me." Isabella engraved almost every word Li Rufeng said to her in her mind.

She didn't know the cause of the plague, nor did she know how it was transmitted, but at least she understood what isolation and infection meant.

Li Rufeng said that she must take protective measures to protect herself, so she wore a mask 24 hours a day. Even though she was woken up by suffocation several times in her sleep, she refused to take off the mask in the isolation area.

Li Rufeng said that she had to use strong liquor to wash her hands and disinfect them, so she washed her hands with strong liquor every time after coming into contact with the wounded. Even though the strong liquor she used was very expensive, she only needed to save a little to exchange it for money equivalent to her income for several days.

Even though her delicate hands were red from washing with strong liquor and felt as painful as a knife when the wind blew, she didn't care.

What Isabella Darhe cared about was only the tasks and responsibilities assigned to her by Li Rufeng. This was a war. The lord was fighting face to face with people outside the city, in a bloody battle, while she was inside the city walls, fighting against invisible enemies.

The entire hospital is actually overcrowded now, with nearly sixty wounded and sick people being placed here, while there were only a dozen people here in the morning. The extra people were almost all militiamen who had come into contact with the enemy on the city wall that morning.

Isabella has counted that many of them took off their masks during the battle and even came into contact with the enemy's blood. The latter, in particular, became ill the fastest.

When the first person started coughing, no one paid any attention, but when the tenth person started coughing, the only people left in the entire hospital were the wounded, except for Li Rufeng's personal guards and these homeless nurses.

Isabella looked at the nurse who fell to the ground and suddenly started coughing. She didn't know how long she could hold on, but she continued her work without hesitation.

Because she saw hope in Li Rufeng. He did not treat her as a vase, a woman who had lost her virginity, but as a talent that he could truly rely on.

That was the first time in her life that she felt that her existence had value. She was an individual, an independent person. If she could die with such an identity, it wouldn't be bad, right?

The author says:

Author's words: No more for today, so here it goes...

Chapter 271 Bloody Battle Outside the City

Outside the city wall, the cavalry led by Li Rufeng and Haishar crossed each other at a distance of about 50 meters from the enemy's left and right wings. The catapult camp had now become a sea of ​​fire, and Li Rufeng's original tactical goal had been achieved.

But the enemy's inexplicable tactical disjointedness and arrogance gave Li Rufeng a greater opportunity, a chance to resolve the war once and for all... If they could also eliminate the enemy cavalry in a night battle...

Thinking of this, Li Rufeng glanced at the "noble" knights, who were camped less than 500 meters away from the battlefield, still looking lazy and resting. His doubts grew even stronger. Were they not worried about the outcome of the war at all? Were they not worried about being attacked?

If I deviate from the route of the charge even slightly, that place is not a safe distance...