The Sun and the Lion

"This city is really prosperous." Fifty people disguised as caravan guards entered the city and passed through the Bazaar to the caravan hotel. The houses on both sides are crowded with residents, and pedestrians and livestock come and go on the narrow avenue. In addition to the bazaar, there are also many scattered stalls scattered in the residential area.

After arranging the room, Ali Kakia's royal merchant told the fifty leaders: "This is your residence. Remember the way. If you want to go somewhere other than the Bazaar, it is best not to do group activities. Change your clothes, and your status as a caravan guard and mercenary is not suitable for moving freely inside the city walls."

"I understand." The fifty leader nodded.

The businessman pulled the young man aside and said, "This is my follower. He is absolutely trustworthy. He is also familiar with this city. If you need it, let him be your guide."

"Okay." The fifty leader nodded again.

After saying that, the businessman left the sight of the fifty-man leader, and the guide took the initiative and said: "Sir, do you need me to do anything?"

"Yes, it's not too late now. Are there any dervishes activities here?"

"Yes, the ruler here, Rostam Eshavind, did not prohibit the activities of Sufi orders, and renovated and expanded many mosques where dervishes were active, and also funded some local religious organizations and so on. "

"Very good." The fifty leader silently calculated in his mind that his task was to open the door. He was observing the defense of the city wall when he came in. Rasht's city defense was worthy of her wealth. The city wall was very high, but not very thick. The towers and walls - at least the surface was made of stone bricks and looked very new. It appears to be well maintained.

And what about the guards? There didn't seem to be many soldiers guarding the door, but this was peacetime, and he just walked through the east gate. In wartime, this city with many citizens could mobilize more than a thousand militiamen, plus standing troops and mercenaries. It would not be a problem to easily annihilate the fifty of them and regain control of the east gate.

Therefore, he needs helpers, which can be fanatical followers of a certain monk, or local gangs who are bribed with money. As long as they can cause enough chaos in the city to attract the attention of the garrison, they will not be able to deal with the city gate with all their strength. Just get attacked.

"Take me to listen to the sermons of some monks." The leader of the fifty men took out a piece of paper on which he wrote down the relevant information of several dervishes operating in Rasht.

Although the Safavid dynasty is currently short of clergy, Ibrahim did not recall those monks who had many believers. Firstly, this facilitated espionage activities. Secondly, after the local area was included in the rule, the local religious property could be controlled by the local government. The monks received it directly.

The monk the fifty leaders want to see is one of them. He has great preaching ability and already has more than a thousand regular followers. After screening, he should be able to pull out dozens of cannon fodder who are willing to die for their faith.

"Then, sir, you change your clothes first, I'll wait at the door."

As the sound of shoes trampling on the wooden boards faded away, the fifty-man captain first closed the room door, then took off the leather armor he had been wearing, changed into a cotton robe, and ordered a ten-capion captain to go with him.

After going out, the captain of fifty and the captain of ten were all wearing white robes, dressed like ordinary people.

The three of them got on the road and went to a mosque in the northeast of the city.

The cloth shoes stepped on the dirt road in the city and left the main road. The fifty-man leader could be considered to have seen the real city.

"I thought such a prosperous city must be very clean." Fifty people, who had never lived in a city before, carefully avoided a pile of unknown objects on the ground and complained.

"It depends on the city, just get used to it." The guide just smiled. As a native of the city, he was already used to such a hygienic environment.

Suddenly, a panicked man rushed towards him from around the corner. There was a lot of blood on his clothes and the blood on his left arm flowed out from the wound like a stream. He had to cover it with his palm desperately, but there was still a lot of red. The liquid stained his clothes.

The three of them consciously moved out of the way, and then continued forward. A few injured men stumbled deeper into the alley like the people in front of them. The further they went, the more red there was on the ground, and they could still smell it. A faint smell of blood.

There are many traces in the open space, but the people have been scattered. If the three of them had come earlier, they could have witnessed a fight.

"Let's go, the mosque is right in front."

When they reached the open space in front of the mosque, they arrived just in time. The three of them saw the monk who was preaching and giving lectures. He was wearing a black woolen robe, his face was covered with vicissitudes of life, and he had few hairs. He looked like a strong man.

The three of them moved forward and squeezed into the crowd to listen to the lecture.

When the crowd was almost dispersed, the leader of fifty people came forward and followed the monk into the mosque. Seeing that there was no one around, he stopped the monk and said: "Teacher, stay here. Find Shuyuan www.zhaｏshuyuan.com"

The monk looked back at the fifty leader and asked, "Tell me, what are you going to do if you follow me?"

"Teacher, don't worry." The fifty-man leader took out the red hat, the symbol of the Safavid Order, from his loose robe.

"Are you Qizilbash? So the Order will soon come to rule this land?"

Before the fifty-man leader could reply, the monk waved his hand: "Follow me."

The fifty men had no choice but to follow him to the depths of the temple and turned into a room.

"This is my room. I can guarantee that our conversation will not be leaked." The fifty-man leader observed the surrounding environment. This room is not big. The decoration is similar to that of residential houses in the edge of the city. There is only one bed in the molded furniture. The mats and quilts on the bed were not made of cotton or linen. There was a layer of hay underneath, and the small, worn-out wool quilt was also stuffed with hay.

"I'll tell you the truth, mentor, I was sent to the city to coordinate internal and external cooperation, but I can't complete this task with just fifty people. How many followers do you have?"

"Believer? It seems that you want to...hehe, there are not many people who are willing to die for their faith, there are just too many of them." The monk saw what the fifty leader was thinking, and just snorted coldly.

"Dear Master, this is the order of Sheikh. Besides, if the religious group captures this city, won't you be able to control all religious affairs in this city?" The leader of the fifty took out a piece of paper and wrote on The monk dangled in front of him.

A well-organized religious order emphasizes the obedience of subordinates to superiors. However, the monk only mocked the behavior of fifty people who wasted no time on human life and disrespected the work results of others, and did not intend to disobey orders.

"Okay, after dark, I will call out the believers who can be used and show you."

"Happy cooperation." The fifty leaders who achieved their goal left.