Mount and Blade Central Asia

On the first day, he wore new clothes for the first time in his life, shaved his head, took a shower, and felt like a brand new person.

Afterwards, he spent the most tense night of his life in the military camp. Aiman ​​was worried that he would die on the battlefield, and at the same time, he was looking forward to the upcoming war with a little trepidation... Just like what was written in those legendary stories, there are always lucky people who will become stars on the battlefield one day, riding the raging waves, who were commoners yesterday and have become nobles today.

But then the next day, when the war officially began, Aiman ​​knew that those stories could only appear in stories.

Aiman ​​saw the armored enemies outside the city wall, and then looked at the spear with an iron tip in his hand that was distributed to him after he entered the city. He doubted whether he could find a chance to kill such a ferocious enemy even if the enemy stood still.

And when Aiman ​​saw those enemies braving the rain of arrows, approaching the city wall like rocks, and starting to climb in death, his legs went weak.

He also saw the lord and his real soldiers. They were like another rock, blocking the path of the previous rock. The two sides collided on the city wall, and all the fragile parts were crushed into debris.

Among them, the lord himself was undoubtedly the hardest rock. Aiman ​​saw that the lord was holding a flaming sword, and each time he swung it, an enemy would be killed, just like what he saw himself in his dream.

From that moment on, Aiman ​​knew that nobles were nobles and commoners were commoners, and that his chance of surviving the war safely would be a victory.

Then on the third day, Aiman ​​witnessed the most spectacular scene of his life on the city wall. He saw how the Mongolian cavalry broke through the enemy's formation like a crushing force, just as it was recorded in the historical stories of that year.

The Mongol cavalry, unrivaled in horseback archery...

Sometimes Aiman ​​even felt that those Mongols were simply centaurs, and they were practically growing on horseback... What he meant was that there were a few mules and horses in the village, and Aiman ​​had secretly ridden on them, fantasizing that he could become a knight, but those Mongols... they were another concept.

He simply had the soldiers behind him put today's supplies aside, pointed to a wooden bowl containing a decoction and said emphatically, "Drink this first. It's unpalatable, but the lord brewed it specifically to prevent you from getting sick. It's incredibly effective. Drink it now, and I'll watch you drink."

"Ah? Yes... yes!" Aiman ​​didn't understand, but seeing Maritan's serious look, he immediately picked up the bowl. As a result, the strange smell instantly opened up his somewhat blocked sense of smell and rushed straight to the top of his head.

"drink!"

Aiman ​​didn't dare to delay and had to bite the bullet and drink a large bowl of ice-cold medicine soup. But he didn't know if it was an illusion, but the moment he drank it, Aiman ​​felt himself sweating and felt a lot more relaxed.

Chapter 275 Healing

"Sir, are you sure this thing works?" Bater squatted beside the stove, his little face blackened by smoke.

Li Rufeng had said before that although he was nominally the old shaman's disciple, due to language barriers and some unknown considerations of the old shaman, what he really inherited from the old shaman was only fame and status, and of course a few exorcism rituals and rituals that no one could tell were true or false.

Perhaps in the old shaman's mind, that was the only way to make a living as a shaman, but in Li Rufeng's heart, his junior brother Bater was the true successor to the old shaman's legacy.

Shamans have been involved in medicine since the Mongol Empire. Although most of their treatment tricks look similar to witchcraft, due to the influence of Eastern civilization, shamans have also conducted in-depth research on herbal medicine.

Some prescriptions for preventing and curing diseases have been updated and circulated frequently. Due to the frequent horse falls on the grassland, there have been unique developments in bone setting and massage.

Of course, Li Rufeng had no idea whether the old shaman was good at herbal medicine. After all, he was half a medical student, and the old shaman noticed his occasional disdain for the local backward medical technology. Therefore, the old shaman rarely showed his medical skills in front of Li Rufeng.

After all, when the old shaman was sick, he and the cows, horses and sheep all took the same medicine, so he probably felt embarrassed himself.

But Bater had indeed learned all the old shaman's tricks. He could probably identify forty common herbs on the grassland. This was much better than Li Rufeng, who still didn't know what kind of grass the Mongols used to feed their horses.

And now, Bater is making the old shaman's unique herbal soup for curing diseases.

Based on Li Rufeng's limited knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, this thing is actually a decoction similar to the Xuanfei Baidu Fang, the main ingredients of which are Bletilla striata, Daphne altaica, and Saffron.

The latter later became an expensive...placebo.

Li Rufeng personally took a large bowl of boiled herbs and drank it. After the strange herbal taste passed, a warm current rushed out from the bottom of his stomach, making him sweat. He felt refreshed, as if a cool breeze had finally blown through the hot summer.

"Yes, this is it." Li Rufeng handed the bowl to Bater with a confident smile on his face, "You have one too!"

...

The lord distributed the medicine, and this incident soon became the biggest news in the city.

During the siege, the whole of Aleppo was like a big steamer. There were enemies outside the city of unknown origin. Some said they were bandits, some said they were troops sent by Sultan Nasir to punish the disloyal, and some said... that the people outside the city were messengers of plague.

Because from the second day of the siege, people in the city began to contract the plague, and those people were isolated in their rooms one by one by the lord's soldiers and were not allowed to go out.

Fortunately, the lord's soldiers would deliver food and water to the door on time every day. After knocking on the door, they would watch from a distance as they took away the supplies and then returned to nail the door shut.

At least the Lord didn't intend to let anyone starve to death in there, right? This is much better than the previous Lord...

The citizens actually did not really believe in the panacea issued by the lord, but the advertisement wall outside the lord's mansion that was sold to Saduddin Fasif still had the words hanging on it - Fasif Trading Company, there is no small business that it does, and no big problem that it cannot solve.

That was not only an advertising slogan that highlighted the professionalism of Fasfu Trading Company, but also a guarantee from the lord to all citizens, guaranteeing that he would still keep his word and that he would abide by it seriously even if it was just a joke bet.

Therefore, when the lord's personal guards distributed medicine door to door, although people still had doubts in their hearts, no one would refuse the lord's kindness.

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Author's note: The chapter title seems to have been changed. I will adjust the chapter title later.

Chapter 276: Each Takes What It Needs

This weak miraculous power has nothing to do with the God of the Four Winds.

Master Ahmed's initial implicit hostility towards Li Rufeng actually came from this. As scholars of the Eagle of Order, they naturally doubted the nature of all miraculous powers. Their mission included searching, discovering, and discerning whether the nature of those miraculous powers was related to the Four Wind Gods.

As for the so-called Eternal Heaven...what exactly is it? This remains an unsolved mystery within the Eagle of Order. The observation of the Eternal Heaven shamans has lasted for more than a hundred years. However, before they could see more clearly and understand more, this religious system and the miraculous power system it possessed declined with the collapse of the Mongol Empire.

Therefore, in the eyes of Master Ahmed, every move of Li Rufeng must be put under a magnifying glass and carefully observed, and through repeated tests, it must be judged whether the other party is a reliable helper or a deeply hidden thorn.

For example, now, Master Ahmed could clearly sense that as Li Rufeng's many measures began to take effect, the epidemic in the city, which was almost on the verge of an outbreak, was strangely suppressed.

The wounded in the hospital stopped coughing, and the citizens on the streets stopped whispering to each other. The whole city seemed to have returned to normal with a dose of medicine, an order, and a guarantee from the lord.

In Ahmed's eyes, this is actually...much scarier than a panacea.

It was also on this day that Li Rufeng issued a new order, a rat extermination order. He called on citizens to clean up various rodents and pests in the city. Master Li never asked people to work for free. He spent money to buy the bodies of these things and then burned them all together.

Meanwhile, outside the city walls, the Immortal Knights, who had been waiting impatiently, started holding a tea party again. They began to feel that the city was a little too quiet.

"Yerson, are your mice not working?" Zals asked with a hint of sarcasm. Zals, whose tongue was still flexible, had a pair of sharp teeth and was particularly good at being sarcastic.

Yersin, who was petting a mouse in his hand, glanced at Zales with a suspicious look on his face: "How about you try it too? At least I've brought back the panacea."

As Yersin spoke, he took out the bottle of panacea that was crystal clear in the sunlight from his arms, and showed extreme disgust on his face. Obviously, to this group of immortal knights, this thing was poison.

Although this thing cannot cure all their diseases in the literal sense, it can still prevent those diseases from developing and spreading, and stagnate their life evolution, which is something the Immortal Knights cannot tolerate.

"They've started to exterminate the rats. Our plan has failed." Yersin's brows suddenly furrowed as he said to Ishaq Khafra, "My rats can't find a chance to get close to the believer named Ali."

"Hahaha...that's Moser's problem. Our goal has been achieved, hasn't it?" Ishaq Khafra glanced at Moser jokingly. "He still has two hundred cavalrymen, so he can still fight."

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He asked the cavalry behind him to disperse, and stood alone fifty meters away from the city gate, accepting Li Rufeng's challenge.

As an apprentice of the Eagle of Order and an Immortal Knight, Mozer's martial prowess is naturally needless to say. Even... was defeated by him in a one-on-one confrontation.

As for Li Rufeng, he was just a mortal. Mozer didn't think he was his match. He was more worried about Haishaer on the city wall, and Li Rufeng was just a bait...

Facing an enemy like Moser, Li Rufeng patted his horse, left the protection of his guards, and crossed the drawbridge over the moat.

The corners of Moser's mouth curled up slightly, and the warhorse under him roared excitedly and pawed the ground with its front hooves, as if it could no longer restrain its ferocity.

The warhorse under Li Rufeng seemed to sense the hesitation in its master's heart, and hesitated to move forward after stepping on the hard ground.

Mozer's armor was thick and tattered, and looked very textured, while Li Rufeng wore a good quality mixed armor, consisting of leather armor and chain mail inside and outside.

That was also a trophy looted from Dost. After being adjusted by the blacksmith in the city, it has become very suitable for Li Rufeng's body shape. Although it lacks in defense, it will not affect Li Rufeng's flexibility on horseback.

This armor has proven itself in previous charges.

But Li Rufeng was still very nervous. This was a duel in which both sides had their own purposes. The war was over. When Li Rufeng contained the plague in the city, the war was over.

There was only a thousand-man team of these Green Wind believers, and most of them had been killed. Although many heavy-armored infantrymen lay on the ground for a day or even two days after the battle, and nearly a hundred people finally crawled out from the pile of dead bodies, but... Aleppo was a big city after all.

No one could take a city like this with a thousand-man army, not even the followers of the Green Wind.

Li Rufeng was very curious about Mozer, or rather, he was very interested in the existence of those who called themselves Immortal Knights.

Although the old shaman hoped that he could ensure that these things related to the Four Wind Gods stayed away from the tribe, times had changed. In the old shaman's time, these Four Wind Gods did not gather together to shake the stability of the regime and openly besiege a city.

"Moser?" Li Rufeng stared at the lance of the knight opposite and carefully estimated the relative distance between the other party, himself and Haishar.

Aleppo's moat is about four meters wide, and the vertical drop to the top of the wall is about eight meters, based on the horizontal plane. Haishar needs to be within thirty meters to absolutely kill Moser... It's just a simple Pythagorean theorem calculation... If you ignore the gravitational potential energy bonus...

Li Rufeng was calculating the distance he needed in his mind, so he needed to let the other party get within 29 meters outside the city wall.

"I'm Mozer, who are you?" Mozer looked at Li Rufeng and asked with a sneer.

"I am Li Rufeng, the lord of Aleppo, leader of the Mongol people, and shaman of Eternal Heaven," Li Rufeng declared loudly. "Whatever your excuse for dragging my city into this war, your purpose has failed. Now, let's act like men and give this war a memorable end."

"Childish." Moser gently put down his lance, looked at the Mongol leader, and spat in disdain in his heart, "I will remember you, Li Rufeng, we will..."

He knew that Li Rufeng was the bait and he was the target, but strategically speaking, their roles were actually the opposite.

Li Rufeng took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on Moser's spear. At this moment, he seemed to have smelled the stench of decay coming from the other party and the smell of copper coming from the rusty armor.

Haishar clearly saw the look in Moser's eyes, which was an extremely long-lasting hatred.

He pulled the bowstring with his right hand, stabilized the longbow with his left hand, and stared at the target with his eyes. Every cell in his body was focused on the energy. At this moment, Haishar was pulled away from the battlefield, the noise in his ears completely disappeared, and the arrow trembled slightly due to the force. He firmly believed that this arrow would hit the target.

Haishar's muscles were tensed, and all the muscles in his body were contracted. Like a precise timer, the bowstring was pulled taut by him. He needed his will, skills, and body to reach the most appropriate timing.

Li Rufeng did the same. He moved his feet gently to prevent his muscles from stiffening. A distance of just tens of meters was just a few breaths for the cavalry. At this moment, he slightly regretted his risky move.

But in the dark, it seemed that something was driving Li Rufeng to stand up bravely... and under Moser's lance, Li Rufeng suddenly realized what was the force driving him.

It was fear. In the history that Li Rufeng knew, there was no record of the Four Wind Gods, and now these strange things were constantly appearing. This sense of confusion made the time traveler instinctively feel uneasy.

Twenty-nine meters!

On the city wall, a surge of strong confidence suddenly surged into Haishar's heart. He exhaled lightly, perfectly combining breathing and movements, focusing Moser's head in the center of his vision, relaxing his fingers, bringing the arrow close, and then - the arrow flashed by, piercing the sky like a meteor.

Li Rufeng didn't see the result of the arrow as he was busy dodging the charging knights.

Between turning around and jumping into the moat and rolling to the left, Li Rufeng chose the latter, betting that moving horizontally would be more likely to avoid attacks from the vertical axis.

Collapse! Collapse! Collapse! Collapse!

The sound of horse hooves so close to him was like the beat of a drum, whistling past Li Rufeng's ears.

Li Rufeng stood up nimbly, without any wounds or pain... And behind him, the plague horse carrying Moser rushed into the moat without receiving any new orders from its master, splashing water more than one meter high.

If they find the flaw, you will fail. They can fail a hundred times, but you can only fail once!"

"I will not fail." Li Rufeng shook his head, looking at the hundreds of corpses that had begun to rot outside the city and the corpses floating in the moat, a flame of anger was burning in his heart.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Seeing this, Haishaer stopped dissuading him and turned around to prepare equipment.

Twenty minutes later, nearly four hundred cavalrymen gathered in the open space outside the city. Because many of them were riding two or even three horses, it looked like a huge crowd.

"I don't want to say much. Our enemies aren't all dead yet. They think they can start a war and end it at any time. They even said goodbye to me when they left! This is a humiliation to me and the Mongol people!" Li Rufeng's tone was calm, without much ups and downs, but his anger had already been transmitted to everyone through his personal guards.

"Catch them and kill them all!"

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Author's words: I haven't updated much these days, so I'll take a day off tomorrow and try to update three chapters to make up for the chapters I'm missing.

Chapter 279: Pursuit

It was instinctive for the Mughals to harass the enemy during the chase, preventing them from resting and reorganizing themselves, and they had done so countless times.

The first to set off were the unarmored scouts. On average, each of them brought three horses and could gallop hundreds of miles in a day and a night. They ate, defecated and urinated on horseback, and even slept on horseback. Even among the Mughals, only the most resilient and experienced could do this.

Their mission was simple: find the enemy, determine their marching route, or even predict their marching route in advance, leave traces along the way for subsequent troops to track, set traps on the enemy's route, and so on.

These scouts were almost all herdsmen from Li Rufeng's tribe. The arrogant and powerful generals under Centurion Mengge were too disdainful to do this kind of work.

Siqinbuhe was one of the scouts who were released. His name means intelligent and resolute in Chagatai language, which is a portrayal of Siqinbuhe.

He was four or five years younger than Li Rufeng, but looked more mature. Years of riding had left spots on his cheeks from the sun, and his palms were covered with calluses from the friction of the reins. Like other Mongol horsemen who were good at riding, he had severe bow legs, which made him stand more upright and comfortable on horseback than when standing on the ground.

For Siqinbuhe, days of riding a horse are happy days, and days without riding a horse are torture, so he has always been somewhat dissatisfied with Li Rufeng's move into the city. However, as a soldier selected by Li Rufeng from the tribe at that time, and out of awe of Changshengtian, Siqinbuhe chose to remain silent.

But today, Schinbuch was happy. He rode his favorite horse, with two spare horses behind him, and set off with six big bags full of things and a smile on his face.

The group of enemies who came from nowhere retreated all the way south. From Aleppo to the south, the grasslands became less and less, and the desertified land became more and more. However, Schinbuh had once walked with the army from Aleppo to Damascus, and he remembered the locations of the oases in between.

So for Schinbuch, as long as those people still need water, their marching routes will be fixed.

What's more, the traces left by this group of people on the road are so obvious that it is hard not to see them.

Schinbuch set out four hours after those enemies withdrew, but it took him only three hours to find those who had left earlier.

There were three other scouts who discovered the enemy's traces together with him. At Schinbuch's signal, the youngest of them turned around and left reluctantly, went back to report the news, and set up signs along the way.

Schinbuch and another guy greeted each other from a distance, and then quietly took care of each other on the east and west sides parallel to the enemy team, neither provoking nor taking risks.

Schinbuch took out a toasted bread from his pocket and ate it with sour mare's milk. He had a lot of experience in long-distance riding. These two kinds of food could eliminate hunger to the greatest extent, replenish energy, and would not produce too much stuff that needed to be excreted.

Although Schinbuch can go to the bathroom on the move, he prefers not to do so unless absolutely necessary...

The journey lasted for six hours, and Schinbuch's expression gradually changed from relaxed to solemn. The enemy walked from day to night without stopping to rest once, and the enemy's cavalry and infantry were always wearing armor.

He saw with his own eyes that among the infantry formations that were washing up, every once in a while someone would suddenly fall to the ground while walking, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive, but no one stopped. Those people seemed not to see what had happened and just walked around the fallen people.

That kind of indifference made Schinbuch shudder. He had never seen such an army or such soldiers.