The Sun and the Lion

"What's going on?" Several scouts who had just arrived at their destination saw someone fighting at the gate of the camp. The bright moonlight allowed them to have a clear viewing experience.

Several chasing riders seemed to be beating up a person. They were holding long strips of weapons in their hands, but they did not seem to be swords. The scouts saw that the long strips hit the target and did not penetrate into the body like a sharp blade. It was also very loud, as if it was the sound of collision with flesh.

The messenger who was trying to leave the camp was in a miserable state. He had no armor or weapons and could only resist the whip. When he was still thinking about whether to resist or surrender, the enemy took advantage of his opportunity to pull him off his horse. The messenger suddenly lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing that he could no longer run, the messenger simply lay down and just watched quietly as the three men who whipped him dismounted. Two of them approached him, and the other went to the gate to stop those who heard the noise and wanted to come to watch the excitement. Down.

"Shameful traitor." The rider responsible for searching him spat in his face, then squatted down and fiddled with the cloth that was adhered to blood and other tissues, looking for something.

"Do you want to do it? Let's grab a tongue and take it back." A scout turned to his companions and asked.

The other scouts nodded.

"Don't mount your horse yet." After saying that, the scout drew his bow and fired an arrow at the black shadow in the distance.

When the other scouts saw that the arrow had knocked down the figure, they mounted their horses and rushed towards the camp.

While the rider was still touching his pocket, he was startled by his companion's scream, and he quickly retracted his hand, like a thief who was almost discovered. Not even caring about the courier who fell on the ground, he hurriedly went to check on his companions.

The unlucky guy who was shot was holding his waist, blood slowly seeping out from between his fingers. Other than that, the rider couldn't see anything else. As soon as he raised his head to observe the environment, he heard the sound of horse hooves.

"Enemy attack!" This thought quickly occupied his heart, and he didn't even care about his comrades and prisoners lying on the ground waiting for death. He didn't even get on his horse and ran away with his legs.

The leading scout threw a spear at him, and the Turkmen tried to dodge. The spear missed his vital point, but penetrated deeply into his thigh.

"Catch the alive ones, the dead ones are useless!"

The Turkmen's face turned pale. He knew that if he was captured, he would probably have to be a slave for the rest of his life. He covered the wound on his thigh with his hand, and the red liquid soaked into the fabric and slowly flowed out from between his fingers, just like the abandoned hapless guy. He wanted to stand up, but the pain gave him a negative answer. Now it was very difficult for him to even crawl. Seeing that the onlookers had no intention of coming out, he mentally greeted everyone in the camp and blamed them for their cowardice. .

"Uh...ah!" The red head approached, and the Turkmen tried to resist. After "pacifying" the Turkmen with a whip, the red head caught the Turkmen and tried to tie him to a horse.

But at this time, the Turkmens in the camp had already reacted. The archers fired arrows outside the camp, and a small group of cavalry and infantry rushed out of the camp.

An arrow from one of his own pierced the Turkmen's knee. Seeing more and more arrows falling around him, the red head simply gave up on the Turkmen. The other scouts had already tied the messenger lying on the ground as a prisoner to their horses. .

However, the pursuers followed closely and bit the scouts tightly. The scouts were too lazy to get rid of them, and planned to lead them directly to the Hirak headquarters and let the large army kill them.

In Mihad's camp, after he learned the general story of the incident, he immediately decided to mutiny.

"Sir, I think it is better to be cautious. The authenticity of the so-called enemy attack has yet to be verified. If it is done in a hurry, I think it is not appropriate." A close officer expressed his opinion.

“The key is not enemy attack,” said one officer who supports proactive action. "It's about our messenger. Our secret collaboration with the enemy has been discovered by the Sudan. If we do nothing, we will commit suicide. Even if we act in a hurry, it is better than sitting still and waiting for death."

Some opponents also said that the riders could be dealt with before they had time to report. But Mihad responded directly: "Do you think Ahmed is mentally retarded because of smoking? He wouldn't send someone to check on such a big thing?"

However, what these conspirators did not know was that the riders who went to arrest did not find anything that could prove Mihad's identity, and they did not have time to report it to Ahmed. And all Ahmed knew was that someone was attacking the camp.

"Listen! It's the sound of horse hooves. There are many cavalry, and the sound is getting louder and louder. Are they coming for us?" Suddenly, a large number of cavalry passed by Mihad's tent. The cronies thought they were here to arrest them, so they copied When you pick up the knife, you have to rush out.

After rushing out, I was embarrassed to find that these cavalry were there for reinforcements. Ahmed was afraid that there would be too few people to defeat the red head who came, so he specially sent additional troops. When these cavalry officers saw the officers rushing out, they thought they were willing to follow them out for reinforcements, and they greeted them very friendly.

Back in the tent, the officers said to Mihad who looked calm: "Sir, these cavalry are not coming for us."

"Don't worry, look for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com. Then wait until they all leave the camp. You can go back to the army to prepare. I will let the messenger inform you."

"Yes." After receiving the order, the cronies saluted Mihad, turned around, left the tent, and disappeared into the night.

North of Mosul, in the hills on the right bank of the Tigris River, Heraclius easily killed the small group of cavalry who came to pursue him, and allowed the scouts to return to the village with the messenger. As for the reinforcements further back, the newly sent scouts reported that they were larger in size than our own troops. As for the specific size, we don't know.

Chirac thought for a while and decided to make good use of the local hilly terrain.

In the village, the captured messenger was being interrogated by military judges. Although he said that he was a messenger sent by Mihad to trade with Ibrahim, the military judges did not believe him. Despite being tortured several times, the messenger did not change his story. However, because the scouts used the term deserter when describing this person, the military judges were convinced that he was a coward and could not have any special orders.

Because the messenger could only give vague answers when he was asked about the situation in the military camp during the interrogation, the draft report of the military judge mainly included two items: 1. This person is not of high rank and knows little about military intelligence, and is of no value. . 2. From this person’s defection, it can be seen that there are some problems with the morale of Ahmed’s army.

Just when the military judges were about to submit this report directly to Ibrahim, the military police who helped him worked hard and finally found a piece of paper from his belongings. It seemed to be a letter that had been seriously stained with blood. Contaminated letters must not only be unfolded carefully, but much of the text inside is also covered in blood, making it almost impossible to read. Fortunately, the final signature and monogram are still clearly visible.

Soon, relevant information was delivered to Ibrahim's desk.