Mount and Blade Central Asia

This was originally a test to test the style of Haishar and the mysterious organization behind him. Not to mention the value of Bayezid's personal dagger itself, even if the other party only took out a few pieces of dried meat, Li Rufeng would accept it with a smile.

An organization that is willing to pay money to do business with you at least proves that they are communicative. The attribute of communicability is the most valuable quality in an organization that involves faith.

"What do I need to do?" Li Rufeng waved to his team, indicating that everything was fine. He asked them to step back another hundred steps, then turned and asked, "Just the two of us?"

"To be exact, I'm the only one here. You just need to wait nearby. If I die, you can find a chance to escape. All my things will be yours." Haishaer smiled carefreely. "I have two horses on the other side of the hillside. They will also be yours when the time comes. If you can escape, my brothers will come to your tribe to look for me in the future. You just need to tell them everything you know."

"It sounds like I've taken on a very dangerous job." Li Rufeng drew his saber, stood still, and gestured to Haishaer, "I wish you all the best."

"I wish us all the best." Haishar said the last sentence, took out a strange-looking ring from his arms and put it on the index finger of his off-hand hand, then stepped into the circle made of horse blood and horse flesh.

Inside the circle, Parisa, holding a long sword, was still unconscious and did not seem to be in any danger. However, from Li Rufeng's perspective, Haishar seemed to have entered another space.

Sometimes he stood still, sometimes he turned, took a few steps forward, then took a few steps back, and the next second it was as if the frame had been dropped, and he suddenly appeared in another direction!

Li Rufeng felt his hairs stand on end. He waved his hand again, making Habashibuhua and the others retreat again and again, and stay far away from them. He stared at Haishaer intently.

He saw tiny beads of blood oozing from the surface of Haishar's skin, but he himself was unaware of it. After a while, blood and sweat soaked through his black clothes, leaving bloody footprints on the ground.

At this time, Haishar was nearly two meters away from Parisa.

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There were Imams from Islam, archbishops from the Christian world, Buddhists sent from Delhi, shamans from the Mongolian Eternal Heaven, and even Taoist priests from the Ming Dynasty delegation.

The final truth has been lost with the death of Sultan Timur. The Eagle of Order is more inclined to believe that it was the Taoist priests of the Ming Dynasty who restored Milan Sha's consciousness, but he must have paid a price that even Timur could not bear.

Because from that year on, Timur stopped paying tribute to the Ming Empire (Note 1), and even after the Battle of Ankara, he actively prepared for an expedition to the Ming Empire, but eventually died on the way.

However, Haishar is just a warrior. What he has to do is to solve those visions, anomalies, and alien creatures that can be solved on a physical level, and send those that cannot be solved back to Eagle Castle.

He was actually glad that the person he met today was a creation of the Crimson Wind, because the Blood God who created the Crimson Wind hated magic and preferred to pollute the world in a way that warriors like him could understand.

In other words, most of the troubles caused by the Scarlet Wind can be solved by swords, such as the flesh hound emerging from the Scarlet Wind. This thing is already an "old friend" of Haishar.

Li Rufeng just stood by and watched Haishar fight with the void, like a witch performing a ritual.

But the next second, Haishar's cloak was torn apart by an invisible force, and a wound deep enough to see the bone cut through the armor under the cloak and appeared on his back.

Li Rufeng took a step back instantly, tentatively picked up a stone and threw it into the circle.

The stone fell into the circle unhindered, passed through the space behind Haishar, and rolled twice on the ground. There was nothing there.

"This is fucking weird." Li Rufeng began to search for liquor and salt in his backpack. The former was a generous gift from Mengge, and the latter was refined salt that Li Rufeng purified privately.

Haishar moved up and down in the narrow space, and soon he received two more wounds, one on his right arm and one on his chest. Especially the wound on his chest, his armor was directly blown off.

Fortunately, Haishar soon sat down on the ground, apparently ending the battle and winning.

Li Rufeng saw him take out a bottle of liquid of unknown composition from his arms and pour it on his wounds. Soon, wisps of light red blood mist dissipated from the wounds.

Then he bandaged his wound with a simple and skillful technique and started moving again.

This time, he stood in front of Parisa and then stopped moving.

Li Rufeng held a wine bag in one hand and a handful of snow-white salt in the other. He stood in front of the circle with his arms outstretched, looking down at the circle of flesh and blood on the ground, and fell into deep thought.

...

Amidst the terrifying sound of horse hooves, Haishaer saw a tall figure walking out of the bloody sandstorm. The figure was so tall that even the mount under his crotch seemed to be a head taller than Haishaer.

The monstrous knight and his monstrous mount were all covered in heavy armor. The knight himself was wearing a black and red heavy armor. Haishar had never seen such heavy armor before. It looked like a city wall, and only weapons like the Urban Cannon could cause damage to it.

Haishar didn't know what kind of person could wear such heavy armor, but the other person stood there like iron, on his mount.

The mount was equally terrifying. It looked like a cross between a rhinoceros and a lion, tall and strong, and covered in a heavy brass armor that looked even more formidable than its master's.

The terrifying knight was like a moving shadow, covering Parisa. In comparison, Parisa looked as small as a dog at the knight's feet.

The knight did not ride his horse to crush Parisa like a cockroach, although it looked like it would do so. Instead, it simply stretched out a hand toward Parisa, as if waiting for something.

Haishar opened his eyes wide as he saw the long sword in Parisa's hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling blood-red light, and the surrounding flesh hounds fled away like snowmen seeing the sun.

He understood instantly that the sword was a knight's sword.

And now, the sword's true owner is waiting for it to be returned to him.

Out of instinct as a member of the Eagle of Order, Haishar suddenly felt an inexplicable panic, as if exchanging this sword with the knight would bring about some terrible consequences.

He shouted loudly, and without caring about his own life, he charged towards the terrifying knight. The ring he had been wearing on his hand also lit up with light, which slightly dispelled the scarlet wind around Haishar: "Minions of the evil god, stay away from her!"

Parisa raised her head in despair, glanced at Haishar, and stood up suddenly as if she had made a decision. While the knight's attention was drawn to Haishar, she threw her sword at Haishar: "Take it away!"

However, the knight was agile beyond his size. In the blink of an eye, he jumped off his mount and pounced towards the long sword!

Haishar also rushed towards the long sword, trying to stop the chariot with his bare hands.

From their perspective, Haishar alone forced back twenty Black Sheep Cavalrymen, and then was injured in a confused manner.

Fear and curiosity appeared in the hearts of these tribesmen at the same time. Haishar's strange injuries, the shaman's orders for them to retreat continuously, and the exploding horse were full of mysteries that made people confused.

But Li Rufeng was sitting not far from Haishar, and his eyes would occasionally sweep over the group of tribesmen, preventing them from having any extra thoughts.

Although his prestige in the tribe is not as high as that of the old shaman, it is still supreme.

Li Rufeng was also leaning on his saddle to rest. He had just had an hour-long conversation with Changshengtian and rescued Abu.

Habashibuhua and his companions later found Abu several kilometers away. His horse was slashed with a knife. Frightened, he left the team and ran away with Abu, who was also slashed.

When he was found, Abu had already lost consciousness, and Li Rufeng had to perform an impromptu operation to stop the bleeding and suture his wounds.

In addition to Abu, Li Rufeng also helped three other wounded soldiers to suture their wounds. Having witnessed this miraculous medical skill, Haishaer also silently lined up at the end of the wounded team.

By the time Li Rufeng finished treating his wounds, the sun was almost setting.

In order to prevent the Black Sheep from returning and launching a surprise attack, this team full of wounded soldiers had to set off with their tired bodies, walked all the way to the bank of the Sweet Water River, and found a bay surrounded by water on both sides to set up camp.

Everyone was so tired that they didn't want to move. Among these people, except for veterans like Habashibuhua who knew how to control their emotions and properly allocate their physical strength on the battlefield, the rest were all recruits.

The encounter with the Black Sheep People drained the physical strength and energy of these young men. Many of them fell asleep leaning on their saddles without even having time to eat dinner.

Habashibuhua and Hulucierjia took the initiative to serve as sentries. They gnawed on dried meat at the edge of the camp while looking into the distance vigilantly.

"What are you going to do with her?" Li Rufeng roasted his fingers in front of the campfire and kept washing his hands with strong liquor to disinfect them. His skin became dry and he needed to apply sheep oil to maintain his skin and keep his knuckles flexible.

The greasy feeling made Li Rufeng constantly move his fingers in the night breeze, trying to get rid of the greasiness.

The "she" he was referring to was naturally Parisa, who claimed to be the daughter of Milansha.

At this time, she was tied up and thrown aside by Haishaer, and she was motionless like a puppet that had lost its soul.

Things.

"I plan to take her back to the Eagle's Nest and deal with her. That's my home and the core of the entire Order Eagle organization," Haishar said simply. "I guess you're not very interested in our history, so I'll skip it for now. I can only tell you that the things you see are increasing, and this world is becoming increasingly dangerous."

Li Rufeng whistled and raised his chin towards Parisa. "The question is, if she is really Milansha's daughter, how do you plan to convince her father? Milansha is now besieging Tabriz with an army of 100,000."

"Secular power means nothing to us." Haishar smiled and shook his head, but immediately frowned as his wound was pulled. "You are the ones who should be worried. According to the information we received, the Black Sheep Dynasty was able to make a comeback thanks to the power of the Four Winds Faith."

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Author's Note: Note 1 Strictly speaking, plate armor can actually be classified as inlaid armor, which is similar to the structure of oriental cloth armor. However, European knights began to embrace true plate armor, while the Eastern Empire preferred more cost-effective cloth armor due to the scale of war and military structure. Cloth armor reached its peak in the subsequent Qing Dynasty.

The number of words today is a bit high, the child has a fever, please forgive me

Chapter 24 Night Raid

Li Rufeng didn't care for the time being how the Black Sheep people made a comeback. That was Milansha and Duosite's thing to worry about. He was more worried about the trouble at hand.

Just like Parisa, there was also the long sword that needed to be dealt with.

Ever since it was pulled out of the illusion by Li Rufeng, it has been emitting a faint red glow, and even the blade has been dyed blood red, looking as if it had just been stained with blood.

"I may need you to help keep that sword for a while." Having said that, Haishar sighed. He had only planned to make a tentative contact with Li Rufeng this time.

On the one hand, Li Rufeng's teacher, the elderly shaman, has always been a very open-minded partner, and the Eagle of Order and the other party have always had a pleasant cooperation over the years.

On the other hand, Li Rufeng also demonstrated his excellent purification skills. Haishar originally planned to examine Li Rufeng's character and continue this cooperation.

, and took the sword out of it.

So in front of Haishaer and Li Rufeng, the originally domineering girl now appeared very docile.

Li Rufeng fed Parisa a bowl of warm water, and then some soft-cooked mutton. Parisa, who hadn't eaten hot food for a while, let out a satisfied groan from her stomach, and her face immediately blushed.

"I have nothing right now. If you want money, I do have thirty silver coins." Haishar frowned. When he worked with the old shaman, he wasn't so...materialistic. "But you can gain the friendship of the Eagle of Order, something that many sultans and emirs can't get."

Li Rufeng looked at him as if he was mentally ill: "I remember you said that you need me now."

Haishaer was stunned by the question, because it was indeed the case. Now it was the Eagle of Order that needed Li Rufeng's abilities. Since they had met until now, he had already asked for help twice...

"What do you want?" Haishar asked helplessly. He was a warrior, not a businessman, and this kind of conversation made him very uncomfortable.

"Your equipment is excellent." Li Rufeng showed the same smile he had used to take the dagger from him: "I want ten sets."

"Okay." Haishaer agreed directly.

From the other party's calm appearance, Li Rufeng could be sure that the Eagle of Order organization must have a stable source of income.

This is a good thing, as it will help him know when to extort money in the future.

"Besides, how do you plan to take her away?" Li Rufeng patted Parisa's head. "My people have heard that she is the daughter of Milansha and a descendant of Timur. If I let you take her away like this, I can't bear the responsibility if anyone leaks the news."

"Don't send me back to my father! I'll do anything!" Parisa suddenly spoke up, saying to the two men, "He's a demon! I'd rather die than go back!"

Li Rufeng stuffed a large piece of naan into Parisa's mouth. He didn't want to hear such a deadly secret at all. He just needed Haisha to give him a plausible excuse so that he could clean up the mess.

"I'll take her away at night. You can then say I ran away overnight." Haishaer quickly finished his portion of food, lay back and closed his eyes to rest. "When I come again next time, I will bring what you want, as well as our goodwill."

"Very good, deal." Li Rufeng put the big sword back into its scabbard, and all the fantastic light and shadow effects were hidden under the scabbard.

The surroundings soon returned to silence. Only Parisa was trying hard to chew the food in her mouth, and she was eager to say something, but Li Rufeng did not give her a chance. After the naan, he gave her a bowl of water and then stuffed the cotton cloth back into her mouth.

But this night was destined not to be peaceful. When Hulucierjia and Habashibuhua finished their guard in the first half of the night and began to take over and rest, Li Rufeng got up to check on Abu's condition and also checked on Parisa.

It penetrated and disappeared into the air with the remaining force, and the assassin himself even flew back more than half a meter in mid-air.

Haishar, who was sleeping in his clothes, emerged in the darkness, with another arrow already on the bowstring in his hand. His eagle-like eyes looked back and forth, looking for the next target.

The arrow moves with the eyes. The second victim was shot in the throat by Haishar as soon as he made a slight movement in the dark.

It was not until this time that the sentry on duty in the distance realized the unusual movement in the camp and shouted loudly.

Huluchirjia and Habashibuhua woke up immediately, each holding a weapon and looking for the attacker in the darkness in a daze.

They are indeed not night blind, but they are not as good as Haishar who can see in the dark.

Those sneak attacking assassins were like mice encountering a cat, and he killed them one by one with his arrows.

Li Rufeng dragged Parisa with one hand and stood behind Haishar, looking around vigilantly.

At this moment, the sound of dense horse hooves was heard in the distance, and the sentry shouted: "Cavalry is approaching!"

Chapter 25 I Take the Blame

The cavalry that came later were from the Taierbahe tribe. Although there were only twenty of them, each of them was a skilled fighter. Not only could they see at night, but they could also use bows and arrows to kill the enemy.

This alone made Li Rufeng envious. With the help of the firelight, he could see seven or eight assassins wearing night clothes around the camp. All of them were equipped with daggers and crossbows.

The moment he saw the crossbow, Li Rufeng's heart sank. He picked up Parisa and used her as a shield in front of him, making Parisa hum in anger.

But until the last assassin died in despair from an arrow, no one fired even a single crossbow arrow.

Haishaer kicked the assassin who had attacked Li Rufeng first and took a quick look: "They have no arrows left."

At dawn, more cavalrymen from the Taierbahe tribe appeared from a distance, many of them with decapitated heads hanging on their horses. It seemed that apart from the assassin who attacked Li Rufeng, the group of Black Sheep Cavalrymen were also unable to escape.

"Is it Shaman Rufeng?" A burly man from the grassland rode his horse to the front of the camp, turned over and dismounted directly from the horse, and rushed into the camp.

Li Rufeng smiled and gave the other person a warm hug. The man was Butubasin, whose status in the Taierbahe tribe was roughly equivalent to a combination of Huluchirjia and Habashibuhua.

The obscene jokes spread privately about the old sultan and the Ottoman sultan Bayezid are truly outrageous.

Haishaer ignored Butubasin's teasing. He couldn't use pure sand to identify whether these people had used forbidden powers in their lives in front of so many people. He could only swallow his loss and wink at Li Rufeng.

"This Knight Ranger, Haishaer, is my guest. He saved my life. Otherwise, we would have been overthrown by the Black Sheep yesterday." Li Rufeng introduced Haishaer and arranged a Knight Ranger identity for him. He whispered to Butubasin, "We need to take away two bodies. The Black Sheep have crossed the border. When I go to other tribes, I need evidence to bring the news."

"Is there still anyone who doesn't believe what you, Shaman Rufeng, say? Let me teach them a lesson!" Butubasi said generously, finally bringing the topic back to Parisa. "Brother Rufeng, what are you going to do with this beauty?"

Li Rufeng sighed. He naturally saw Parisa's pitiful eyes like a kitten, and also saw Haishar's sigh with a headache. Butubasin was not actually a lustful person. He should value Parisa's identity as the daughter of the old Sultan more.

After all, the old Sultan gained the recognition of the Mongols by marrying into the descendants of the Golden Horde. Isn't it fair for the Mongols to gain legitimacy in the Khanate in the same way now?

Of course, Li Rufeng believed that Butubasin just wanted to join in the fun and get a taste of Timur's blood. Even if he had ambition, he didn't have the strength to do so.