The Sun and the Lion

"Be careful." On a fortified view next to the camp, a red head was climbing to the top of the tower carrying the captured enemy flag with the help of his comrades.

"Wait...Okay." The red head in charge of planting the flag carefully climbed to the top by lying on the rammed earth and stepping on the head. Then he knelt on the top of the tower and inserted the flagpole into the rammed earth at the top with both hands. After making sure the flagpole was inserted deep enough, he climbed down on all fours.

Gaolaberi harvested thousands of heads in Ramsar. After recording his military exploits, these heads turned into dozens of temples on the side of the road. The number of heads in each temple was different, but one temple was different. There will be more than a thousand heads.

When the good news was delivered to Ali, Gaolaberi quickly obtained the livestock and carts he wanted.

In the camp, the clerk and the soldiers had packed up the last documents and belongings, and then moved them to the cart at the entrance of the big tent.

Walking out of the big tent that was about to be demolished, Gaolaberi met the envoy sent by Ali.

"Hello, distinguished guest, I really want to entertain you warmly, but as you can see, I can't entertain guests now." As soon as the messenger dismounted from his horse, before he could open his mouth, Gaolaberi preempted him.

"General, I know that the war is tense now, and it's understandable that you can't entertain your allies." The envoy thought that he was busy pushing forward, so he responded flatteringly.

"Yes." Gaolaberi took out a letter: "This letter is for your master. Everything I will do next is clearly written in the letter. I believe he can understand it."

"General, I wish you health and victory." The messenger left with the letter.

However, what the envoy and Ali did not know for the time being was that Gaolaberi did not plan to continue fighting before the end of this winter. Anyway, the main force of the enemy army had been eliminated, and Ali's troops could handle the rest.

In Lahijan's palace, Ali opened the letter and browsed the text for a while. His expression changed from the initial expectation to anger, and finally he threw the letter directly to the ground. The surrounding servants consciously or unconsciously distanced themselves from Ali.

You know, in order to feed these friendly troops, Ali invested most of his financial balance and most of his military expenses.

Looking at the monogram at the end of the letter, Ali became angrier as he thought about it. He first stood up and walked around the room a few times, and then drank a few glasses of wine.

"Go and call the Financial Controller and Emil." After calming down for a while, Ali finally cleared his mind.

"Your Majesty." Ten minutes later, the two entered the room and saluted Ali at the same time.

"How much money do I have in my treasury?" Ali asked, waving his hand impatiently without responding to their greetings.

"There are still about two thousand dinars, Your Majesty. The current balance of payments is still roughly balanced."

"Stop aid to friendly forces and use this money to assemble the army. Emir, what kind of army will you provide me with this money?"

The emir didn't know why his Shah did this, but he still said dutifully: "Your Majesty, if you authorize me to dispatch all your guards and recruit mercenaries and levies, then I can lead an army before the end of winter. There are approximately 14,000 to 15,000 troops fighting for you.”

However, the emir added: "But I still think it is more appropriate to use this money to pay for the expenses of friendly forces. After all..."

"If I can let them continue fighting, then I won't have to work hard to gather troops for war." Ali interrupted the emir dissatisfied.

"Lord." The financial controller discovered the letter on the ground. After reading it, he first exclaimed and then said: "Your Majesty, I must support your wise decision. Even the masters of Egypt and Babylon will not let it go to their own pockets." The gold flows into the mouth of the lazy man."

The emir took the letter, read it carefully and handed it back to Ali without expressing his opinion on it.

"That's it, you go down." After Ali arranged the work, he sent the two of them away.

A week later.

The messenger sent by Ibrahim rushed to the red-headed camp outside Lahijan City and handed the letter to Gaola Beli.

"Bring the map." The soldiers were busy for a while, and a somewhat abstract map was laid out on the ground. The map marked the general terrain and main roads of various cities and regions.

"His Majesty wants me to go south to Qazvin, and then go west to support Tabriz..." Golabery moved his fingers back and forth between the lines on the map and said to himself.

What Alvand wants to carry out is a protracted attack. If he chooses to copy the strategy, the supplies that can be provided around Tabriz will be limited after all, and the required materials will still have to be transported. Alvand set up military stations along the way from Tehran to Tabriz to ensure that the taxes and military supplies collected from Tehran and the settlements along the way could be transported smoothly into his military camp. Find bookstore www.zhaosｈhuyuan.com

This can be regarded as a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. Ibrahim didn't know this. He just looked at the map and planned the route casually.

After roughly thinking about how to fight next, Gaolaberi summoned the captains to issue orders as usual. Then it was time to assemble the troops, march out, and move forward along the planned road.

The first stop of the march was Qazvin.

To the east of Tabriz, the siege camp. Alvand, who didn't know that Ibrahim had already freed up his hands, was worried about the stalemate situation. The losses in the storming and enemy night attacks had already made him want to retreat.

Although he occupies the Fars area, he can compete with other major competitors based on the size of his territory. But in fact Alvand's strength was very weak. This time he reorganized the army and spent a lot of effort. He even captured many strong men from tribes and rural areas before he could pull out an army of nearly 30,000 people.

After all, the Aries Dynasty is based on the Turkmen tribe, and its core area is also eastern Asia Minor with Diyarbakır as the center. Turkmen and Turkic tribes who migrated from Central Asia to the Middle East are mainly concentrated in eastern Asia Minor, Armenia, Azerbaijan and Mesopotamia. Northern Potamia, the Iranian plateau, can even be considered a recently conquered area, less than thirty years after Uzun Hassan captured Fars.

Although Alvand did not need to expend too much energy and benefits to appease the tribal leaders, what followed was a shortage of soldiers and horses.

He cannot afford the loss.

After thinking hard for a while, Alvand and his staff couldn't figure out what to do next.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" The messenger rushed into the tent and said to everyone in a panic: "Tehran rebelled one day ago!"