Mount and Blade Central Asia

Li Rufeng enjoys a very high bonus of medical expertise. These things guarantee Li Rufeng's lower limit. Even if he cuts randomly, the death rate of the wounded is always better than leaving it alone. In the long run, the experience and confidence gained from repeated actual combat experiences make Li Rufeng's upper limit higher and higher.

Even if we send Mr. Li to modern times, he is still a good surgeon, but the rhythm of his stitches is not very good-looking. Generally, the wounded who are sent to him don't care about such a small matter as leaving scars.

So Li Rufeng is very efficient, especially when he has a particularly useful assistant.

"Start cutting from here. Pay attention to the arc of the line I draw. There is a shallow V-shape here. I want to retain more contact area of ​​the skin flap. Doing so can make up for the disadvantage of a large wound." Li Rufeng said as he shifted his attention to the next wounded person.

Swish!

Haishar raised his sword and slashed it down. In a blink of an eye, the sterilized saber cut off another arm. This was the seventh arm he had chopped off that day.

Killing was nothing to Haishar. He had killed old men, women, and even children, but that was all to curb the spread of the faith in the Four Wind Gods. Those people had either been corrupted or had become accomplices of the corrupters.

And today, he cut off not only the arms, but also the hopes of these soldiers.

To the Mughals, a disabled person was equivalent to a useless person. As a nomadic people, a rider who could not hold a saber or a lame person who could not ride a horse were all wastes that should be abandoned.

Although Li Rufeng has changed this tradition to a certain extent and provided injured and disabled soldiers with more positions where they can shine, if possible no one here wants to get such an opportunity.

When Li Rufeng held out the charcoal pencil in front of another wounded soldier, the soldier suddenly retracted his hand and pleaded, "Sir! I'd rather die in battle than have my limb amputated! Send me to the mosque to attack!"

Li Rufeng sighed. This was a young man from his headquarters, named Batihul. He had his head cut open two years ago and it was Li Rufeng who sutured it. The long centipede-like scar on his scalp was proof that Li Rufeng's skills were not very good back then.

And today, he was going to cut off the opponent's entire left forearm. The reason why so many wounded people needed arm amputations was because those Green Wind believers gave up their spears in close combat and used Mamluk scimitars instead.

God knows what contaminants those people smeared on their scimitars. The infection rate of these wounds is almost 100%, and the Mughal rangers who lack protective equipment find it difficult to adapt to this melee in the narrow urban area for a while.

Wounded soldiers like Batichul were actually lucky. His team was counterattacked by several Corrupted Green Wind Knights. In close combat, people would subconsciously use their arms to block. Batichul saved his life, but now he was going to lose his arm. In Li Rufeng's opinion, this was actually a fair trade.

But if you look at the bigger picture of why Batihul had to pay the price, you'll find that his involvement in this tragedy was largely due to Li Rufeng's personal ambition...

If he hadn't chased those corrupt green winds

If he had not chosen to enter the city of Hama, if he had not planned to restore order in the city of Hama... too much had happened. Li Rufeng made a choice, and Batihul and other wounded and even dead people would have to pay the price for it.

To be fair, Li Rufeng has not yet fully adapted to such a role. When he faced the soldiers who paid the price for their choices, the guilt made him unable to utter a word.

He understood all the general principles. As the saying goes, a kind person cannot command an army, and one general's fame comes at the cost of thousands of lives. As long as Li Rufeng is not content with the status quo, he will have to continue this process.

In the end, he asked Haishar to cut off Batihur's arms and burn all the severed limbs. Then Li Rufeng appeared in the last place of unrest in Hama City, the Hama Mosque.

After dismounting, the Knights of Green Wind occupied the mosque on foot. The good news was that there was no secret passage leading to other places here. The bad news was that like most religious buildings of this era, they contained the most pious blessings of believers from the moment they were built and were built to be extremely solid.

Unless Li Rufeng brings the cannon from Aleppo now, the best option is to besiege this place and wait for the people inside to surrender.

But competing with the followers of the Green Wind in endurance and patience really tests one's will. Li Rufeng can even imagine how those cultists inside will respond.

Apart from this, fire attack is the best choice.

What stopped Li Rufeng from choosing this path were the Muslims in Hama. They had spontaneously joined the siege of the mosque with weapons and food since yesterday morning, and launched four attacks on the mosque beyond the Mughals' plan, leaving behind more than forty corpses.

Mongke did not try to dissuade him. He understood Islam and these believers. In the face of faith, these people may be blind, but they are absolutely brave.

If they planned to burn down the mosque, they might be the next targets of attack by these believers.

Faced with such a dilemma, Li Rufeng could only frown and carefully make a choice between the plague and people's hearts.

The author says:

Author's words: Today is the first chapter, I just got home, had a small gathering, and drank a little. I will update as usual tomorrow

Chapter 286 The Broken Empire

However, as Sultan Nasir's control over the Syrian region continued to weaken, many of these soldiers evaded military service, and the remaining soldiers remained firm in their stance, but their general stance could be seen as obeying whoever paid them.

As far as Gulanqi knew, the last time these people received their salaries was eight months ago, when a knife was at his neck. So Gulanqi paid the salaries first and then paid the taxes. It seemed that from that time on, Sultan Nasir no longer trusted Gulanqi and wrote many letters to denounce his incompetence.

It was from that time that Sultan Nasir pushed the most loyal governor of the entire city of Hama and even the entire Syrian region into his own camp.

...

"Aziz! I am Gulanqi! How many people and armors do you have left?" Finally, under the pressure of Li Rufeng, Gulanqi "happened" to remember such a force.

He originally didn't want to cooperate so actively. After all, he was still loyal to Sultan Nasir in his heart, and Gulanqi didn't want to show any initiative at all.

But when Li Rufeng said that if he couldn't do a good job as governor, he planned to let his concubine Aisha do it, Gulanqi still tried hard, because he found that the other party was not joking and he really intended to do it.

If Gulanqi hadn't known that Aisha and Li Rufeng had nothing to do with each other, and that Aisha had saved his life in times of crisis, Gulanqi would have even thought about killing Aisha.

"How much money you have is how many men I have." The man called Aziz looked at Gulanqi with a forced smile. He was an official officer of the Mamluk Empire, but he lived a depressed life because of the Sultan's incompetence and the dominance of the local Emir.

Things were not like this ten years ago. Aziz did not want to blame anyone, but such a huge gap could probably only be understood by the veterans before and after the collapse of the Soviet Union.

"As for how much armor I have, hehe, I don't have any." Aziz became more and more angry as he thought about it. He smashed the cup in his hand at Gulanqi's feet and said, "You are the governor! The governor of the Sudan! Don't you know where our armor is?!"

Of course Gulanqi knew... These people sold all their armors to local merchants, mercenaries and the like. In these chaotic times, the armors and weapons issued by the regular army were valuable goods.

Although the Mamluk Sultanate began to decline, in terms of military equipment manufacturing, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and even if it is on the decline, it is still better than the goods in those small workshops. After all, Damascus has the most famous military industry in this land.

The scimitars made in Damascus at that time could cut silk blowing in the wind, and the knights of the Crusades were proud to be able to obtain a Damascus sword.

Now Idrissa is dead, and the young men who had defected to him have also died in the battlefield. All the grudges have disappeared.

All he could do now was to take the money and perform his duties, protect the city, and maintain the dignity of the Mamluks...if that thing still existed.

An hour later, Li Rufeng saw a group of nearly two hundred infantrymen with somewhat disorganized equipment gathering in the small square in front of the mosque.

They seemed not to notice the Mongols around them. They just lined up there without looking at each other, shouting slogans to each other, counting numbers, and determining their affiliations.

Aziz was the last one to enter. He was wearing a set of round armor, a pointed helmet with a colorful cotton logo, and a cavalry shield on his hand. He glanced at Li Rufeng from a distance, took out a bag of gold coins from his arms and started distributing money.

Li Rufeng watched him call out the names of the soldiers one by one. Whenever no one answered, he put the money that should be given to those people aside and continued to call the next person. When he finished counting, most of the gold coins in his hand were still piled up on the side and no one claimed them.

"This money, together with the remaining military pay for that month, will be divided equally among those who are still alive after the war." Aziz smiled somewhat sadly, raised his shield and took the lead in attacking the mosque.

The author says:

Author's words: Back home, I'm not used to using a laptop to write all of a sudden.

Calvin, take a day off, everyone.

I'm a bit stuck, so I'll take a day off everyone. By the way, "Assassin's Creed Visions" is coming out. Looking at the CG, it almost restores the Baghdad of that era. I watched it carefully many times and I'm looking forward to it. I want to see what the Palace of Wisdom looks like. The production team is the best in the world in real-scene restoration -!

Chapter 287: Attack!

The Mamluks were a martial nation, where slaves who were good at fighting could even become generals and local lords based on their military achievements.

Therefore, Aziz was a qualified officer, almost as good as Centurion Mongke in his field, and the soldiers under his command were also the most brave and capable soldiers in the entire Islamic world.

One hundred and ninety-one soldiers, these were all the people Aziz could call back. Some of these people had been living a life of drunkenness in the tavern for several months, while others worked as coolies in the mill near the dock. In short, everyone had his own way of making a living.

Aziz looked at these soldiers with both sadness and pride. The soldiers who had received the money still believed in their superiors as they did in the past, and believed that they could lead them to find a glorious path.

Snapped!

They had excellent archery skills, but their bows were softer than those of the infantry archers, and without the bonus of horse speed, it was difficult to cause effective damage to the armored knights at this upward shooting angle at a distance of more than 30 meters.

Li Rufeng watched as arrows rained down on the roof of the mosque, but due to the angle, only a few arrows hit the target, and as expected, all of them bounced off.

hum!

Accompanied by a powerful sound of a bowstring rebounding, a knight who had just poured boiling oil was hit in the helmet by Haishar's arrow before he completely left the shooting range. The whole person staggered and disappeared on the roof.

Li Rufeng turned his head and looked at Haishar, especially focusing on the other's hand holding the bow and arrow. A hint of envy flashed in his eyes. When would he be able to have such archery skills?

Aziz didn't care about the losses. He asked two soldiers to build a human bridge in front of the window near the door. He gritted his teeth and was about to jump in. This method was effective, but whoever jumped in first would definitely die.

The two soldiers who reacted were both loyal. At the critical moment, they pulled Aziz back. When they turned around, three or four fearless soldiers gritted their teeth and rushed in from the human bridge.

The sound of fighting instantly came from the mosque, and seven or eight people jumped in from another window. In addition to Aziz's men, the believers who brought their own dry food to surround the mosque also rushed over with tables, chairs and benches taken from nearby houses after getting Li Rufeng's consent.

At one moment, all four windows on the front of the mosque were filled with death-defying warriors rushing in, making Li Rufeng's eyelids twitch.

He knew that the people in this place were fierce, but Li Rufeng had lived among the Mongol people for many years. Lions don't care whether jackals are fierce or not, they only care about their own goals.

And Aleppo... It is not an exaggeration to call Aleppo the city of cowards now, because all the warriors who dared to fight were chopped off by Timur, and those who survived were just trying to survive.

After all, the Mamluks' martial tradition has not been completely lost. The reason for their decline is that their political structure has problems from the root. Their power structure is too loose. If they encounter a strong sultan, they will naturally be prosperous. If they encounter a mediocre sultan, they can survive by forcing the weak. But they are afraid of mediocre people like Nasir who lack ability but have great ambitions.

The Red Sea Strait divided the Mamluks into two halves, with Cairo and Damascus facing each other across the sea, and they were constantly at odds with each other.

Ultimately, the result of internal friction was that Sultan Nasir embraced a power that he should not have embraced, and exposed some secrets that should have been hidden in the shadows to the sun.

Aziz's men and those fanatics filled into the mosque like sea water, and then there was no movement. The entire mosque was like a gluttonous mouth that eats people without blinking, and devoured those brave people in a blink of an eye.

Some of his skin and flesh were rubbed off, and the pain was so severe that he fainted.

Li Rufeng passed by a young soldier whose entire face was burned. The soldier was looking at the sky blankly. His face was unrecognizable under his helmet, and one of his eyes was swollen from the burns.

This man is beyond saving. As a doctor, Li Rufeng knows very well that in this era, burns, especially large-area burns, cannot be saved. The only thing you can count on is fate.

If the person who cooked the oil was a believer in the Green Wind, I'm afraid fate would not be able to forcibly reverse the situation.

But this is not something Li Rufeng should worry about now. In front of him, Haishaer and Hulucierjia, along with four personal guards, have already climbed over the window and created a relatively safe "landing site" for Li Rufeng.

Now, it's Li Rufeng's turn.

Chapter 288: Are you telling the truth?

As a shaman, Li Rufeng could have stayed away, but he came anyway. On the one hand, according to Haishar, he had special attacks and defenses against the Four Wind Gods. On the other hand, he was indeed a little curious about these "things".

It was just the distance of crossing a window, but the scene inside was rendered as if Li Rufeng had accidentally traveled through time again.

Perhaps some believers ran into the mosque to seek refuge during the war, or perhaps the mosque was already very popular. In any case, when this group of corrupt believers rushed into the mosque, there were about thirty or forty people in the main prayer hall.

At least this was the number of corpses at the scene. Li Rufeng was almost instantly staggered by the strong smell of blood.

The moment he landed, his calfskin boots stepped into a puddle of blood. If it weren't for their good waterproofness, he would have been soaked.

He was no longer a rookie and had been to the battlefield several times. He had seen many dead people and even killed many people. However, he had rarely seen such a scene. The followers of the Green Wind did not aim to kill each other. It was more like they stuffed people into a millstone and ground them into small pieces to make it easier for more blood to flow.

Li Rufeng knew that the best sacrifice for these followers of the Four Wind Gods to communicate with the evil gods they believed in was human life, or to be more precise, human souls.

"Don't be dazed!" Haishar reminded Li Rufeng with his back to him. He was confronting a knight of the Green Wind with a shield in one hand and a war club in the other.

As he spoke, Haishar suddenly stepped forward, blocked the opponent's small axe with his shield, and then slammed his shoulder into the opponent's chest. One of his feet stretched between the opponent's legs at some point, and with a light trip, he exerted force with his shoulder and knocked the enemy to the ground.

eyes, or mouth, was no challenge to these Mughals.

Soon, with the addition of new Mughal forces, the followers of the Green Wind were suppressed to a corner of the mosque.

The pool of blood that had been trampled by a large number of people had become muddy. When you stepped on it and then lifted your feet up, it felt as sticky as if someone was pulling your legs from below.

Only seventeen followers of the Green Wind were left in the chaos. They retreated to the passage leading to the lecture room, using their lances as cover, making it difficult for those who lacked long weapons to approach them.

"Hey! Are you still alive?" On the other side, Li Rufeng fished out the Mamluk officer from a pool of blood. The other party was dragged into a corner by his own soldiers. It seemed that he had been hit hard on the helmet, and his eyes were dazed.

"Money! Not a penny less!" Aziz was awakened by two slaps from Li Rufeng. His first reaction was to keep the military salary that he had fought so hard for.

"You fight well. If you want to follow me in the future, if I need a copper, come to the lord's mansion with your knife in hand and ask for it!" Li Rufeng slapped the man's arm away and joked, then said, "Have your men retreat a little and form a battle array. We will advance with bows and arrows!"

Aziz finally regained consciousness. He shook his head vigorously and looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground. A trace of sadness flashed across his face, but he still managed to stand up: "Edgar! Let our people retreat! Edgar!"

"Edgar's head is dead!" A soldier, also covered in blood, ran over in a panic and stood in front of Aziz. "I'm in command now!"

"You damn idiot! Let our people retreat! The Mongols are going to shoot them to death with their bows and arrows!" Aziz didn't have time to grieve for Edgar. He ordered, "Everyone retreat ten steps and form a battle formation!"

"Yes!" The soldier nodded vigorously, turned around and shouted the previous order to every soldier he passed by.

Aziz let out a long breath, turned his head to look at Li Rufeng, and asked very seriously: "Is what you just said true?"

The author says:

Author's Note: Just finished writing this, that's all for today, I'll update twice a day tomorrow

Chapter 289 Post-War Cleanup

People are at risk of contracting the disease, and seeing that these people are short of money, they directly offer money.

Aziz is not a fool. After personally fighting with these followers of the Green Wind, he could naturally sense that something was wrong with these people. Moreover, Li Rufeng did not carry anyone with him when he blocked the mosque.

But Aziz wisely did not stand up and point out the trick at this time, because the Mongols were also lined up in a row according to Li Rufeng's order. He could see that the Mongolian officer was not joking.

Since both sides had just fought a bloody battle with the enemy on the same front, although the two groups were clearly divided, there was not much hostility between them. For these warriors, such friendship, although a bit cheap, was also considered solid.

People of this era were still simple. For example, they believed in promises and established rules. If they formed friendships on the battlefield, they would not launch sneak attacks on each other.

Li Rufeng checked everyone's hands and exposed skin to make sure there were no wounds. There was a well in the mosque. Buckets of water were brought out by the soldiers, and they took off their armor and washed themselves. Finally, Li Rufeng found twelve soldiers with wounds.

On Aziz's side, tempted by money, he found a total of 34 wounded soldiers... They came in earlier and endured more dangers. Even Aziz himself suffered some minor injuries.

"What are you going to do with us?" Aziz knew that this was not just a matter of giving out money, but also involved a plague.

"I'm afraid your people and mine will have to stay in this mosque for a while." Li Rufeng smiled and patted the wall. "Fortunately, the environment here is not bad."

"As long as you provide me with food and shelter, I'm fine with living anywhere." Aziz was talking when he suddenly started coughing and spat a mouthful of thick, bloody phlegm onto the ground. His face suddenly turned ugly. "This is fucking weird!"

Thanks to Aziz's cooperation, there was no major problem with the placement of these soldiers. The problem was with the believers outside the mosque.