The Sun and the Lion

The wine and ice cubes were brought up. The soldiers took out the container of wine from the crushed ice cubes in the box and poured the cold red liquid into the silver cup.

Other bow holders were distributing drinks and snacks to the onlookers. Ordinary soldiers each had a cup of sweet yogurt. In addition to drinks, the officers also had fruits that were originally only provided to senior officers and the King of Kings.

"Ahmad's military commander, tell me your name and origin. If you are of noble birth, I will treat you as a noble. If you are of poor birth, then I will treat you as a guest. I will not It is the behavior of a fool to humiliate those who defeated me in a majestic manner on the battlefield, and to reduce powerful opponents to dust."

Mihad raised his head and looked directly at Ibrahim. The bow bearers stepped forward and wiped the dirt from Mihad's face with linen cloth soaked in water, allowing Ibrahim to see his original face clearly. . The turban on the ground was picked up, and a bow holder holding a red hat stood behind Mihad.

"Dear Shah, I am Mihad from the Mosiru tribe, a descendant of an unknown noble. My father's generation once served your grandfather Uzun Hassan."

"Then do you still want to continue serving the bloodline of Uzun Hassan?"

Mihad glanced at the bow holders around him out of the corner of his eye and thought: There is no choice at all. As for death? Forget it, when he was first captured, he had no choice but to let the soldiers lynching him. In order to endure it until death or the lynching was over, he had no choice but to lie down.

But now that he has the right to choose, he has the opportunity to maintain his power, and even seize the leadership of the tribe, gain honor, have prestige, and make his enemies bleed like rivers...

As for the wife and daughter who stayed in Diyarbakir? There was nothing he could do about it for the time being, but since he was less than forty years old, the worst he could do was steal female slaves to enrich his family.

"It is an honor to serve this noble bloodline."

"Then are you willing to throw away your original hypocrisy and embrace your true faith for this honor?"

The bow wielder holding the red hat behind him took a step forward and walked behind Mihad.

“Yes, I am willing to give up my ridiculous belief. As a lost lamb who has been deceived by hypocrisy and its evil believers and walked astray for nearly forty years, I am so eager to get the right guidance. I hope the Lord will not do this. Consign me to Hell.”

Suddenly, Mihad felt a pair of hands clumsily putting something on his head. It felt tight, but he couldn't put it on.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers stopped what they were doing in surprise. They first touched the red cap on their helmet, which was very secure, and then looked at Mihad's head.

Ibrahim looked at Kamran who was recording current events. The thing he criticized most about ancient historians was that they would write prophecies, prophecies, miracles, etc. into their books, and they would write them with noses and eyes. But the worldview of the ancients was like this. Ibrahim did not believe it, but the illiterate people with only prenatal education believed it, and so did most intellectuals. After all, in this era, religion and feudal superstition were a major pillar of the worldview and the foundation of the spiritual world. leading. Few people question common sense.

“Is it the Lord or the imams who don’t want to accept him?”

Ibrahim dismounted his horse and went forward to check. Mihad and the bow holders all looked embarrassed. The bow holder stopped what he was doing and looked at Ibrahim with an aggrieved look, as if he was telling me with his expression. He himself knows nothing.

After visual inspection, the helpless King of Kings discovered that the reason behind it was very simple - the size of the hat did not match the size of the head. If it doesn't match, then it doesn't match. The key is that the gap is just right, so people can't tell it without looking carefully.

But there was nothing Ibrahim could do. The sect's red hats were all distributed uniformly and came in only one size. It was too late to find a craftsman to make them now.

"Get off here." Ibrahim muttered to himself, and then joined the fight with his hands. The two of them worked together to force the hat down. Mihad's feeling at this moment was like that of an Eastern monkey who was sentenced to five hundred years in prison and put on a crown.

Mihad had no choice but to endure the discomfort and accept the sacred red hat.

Fortunately, Ibrahim didn't like complicated religious rituals, so he just put on a twelve-pointed red hat. Before Ibrahim returned to the horse, he whispered: "I will let the members of the sect The hatter will make you a new one."

Ibrahim, who was back on the horse, looked at the crowd of onlookers around him, thinking about how to use this incident to strengthen his own myth. After all, if an unacceptable believer could complete the ritual and be accepted by the Lord, what would happen now? He is definitely a being who can communicate with the Lord, and can also solve all difficulties for others and convince the Almighty Lord. This is really great.

"Your Majesty, the Khans have arrived."

"Yes. Let Sir Mihad go down and take a rest. I will talk to you later."

The senior officers led their personal guards through the ruins and crowds and appeared in front of Ibrahim. Except for a few Khans who had been with him before setting off, Ibrahim discovered that Gaola Beli had returned to the army.

In sharp contrast to the high energy of others, Gaolaberi's tiredness is already written on his face. The clothes and armor on his body are also dirty and have not been cleaned properly. If you get closer, you can still smell the heavy sweat. taste.

"Your Majesty." Everyone bowed and saluted.

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Although he was resentful about the plan, he still replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, I am fine and safe and sound. There are no strong enemies on the road, and the men were not injured at all. But for some reason, the Lord sent down punishment, and some soldiers suddenly Sick. Even paralyzed..."

"I know." Ibrahim ended the topic after Gaolaberi finished speaking, and then arranged the camp locations of each army, and the generals took their respective troops to camp.

"Kamran!"

"Your Majesty?" Kamran was holding the original historical document in his hand. The ink on the last line was not dry yet, and his hand was stained with some ink, but the owner didn't know it.

"Have the statistical results of the spoils been released? Can the property in the camp be distributed as pensions and rewards according to the standards?"

Kamran gave a negative reply: "Your Majesty, unless you can knock on the gates of Mosul and Baghdad and loot the treasury, we will owe wages before collecting taxes next year. Even if the taxes are collected, the balance will remain. It may not be able to completely fill the gap.”

"Well..." Ibrahim thought for a while, "How many prisoners of war have we captured?"

"About six thousand people, but not all of them are Turkmen cavalry. Most of them are people who originally provided services to the army in the Ahmed Army Camp. These unlucky ones who did not run away became our prisoners."

“How many Turkmen are there?”

"We haven't had time to screen them yet, Your Majesty, these prisoners of war are not very peaceful."

"I understand." After ending the topic, Kamran went back to organize the clerks to continue working.

"Let these prisoners of war and the city of Mosul become Mihad's pledge of surrender." Ibrahim turned his head and looked at the wall of Mosul in the distance.