The Sun and the Lion

Ten minutes later, these illegal immigrants had been completely subdued by the red heads. All the old, weak and young were separated, not only into two teams, but also separated into the underworld and the underworld.

Those who seemed incapable of working—mainly the elderly—were executed immediately by the red heads, and their bodies were piled randomly on the roadside, waiting for the visit of microorganisms and scavengers.

Then these are to separate young adults and children according to differences in age and gender.

Gulshani was no exception. When the situation was chaotic, he grabbed a donkey cart, threw away the few luggage on it, and drove the donkey cart south alone. However, such a big movement attracted the attention of the red heads. After all, the donkey cart could not outrun the war horses. He tried to race with the Qizilbas and was finally caught.

Kehobard looked at these ragged illegal immigrants. There was no sense of accomplishment in dealing with such enemies.

At this moment, his fifty captains reported to him: "Centurion, we are going to be prosperous. It is said that the leaders of these heretics are hiding among these rebels..."

"Who said that?" Kehobard asked.

Not long after, fifty men came with two red heads. They escorted two people, both dressed as poor people, wearing beards and turbans like ordinary people.

After seeing Kehobad, one of them said excitedly: "Sir, may Allah bless you forever! I am honored to serve you." Then he turned his head and looked at the fifty-man leader who was still being controlled by the red head. He said "Gulshani", and then turned to Kehobard: "This is the trophy I offer to you, please accept it."

The informer's tone became more and more respectful as he spoke, and those who didn't know thought that the person standing in front of him was Allah, and his waist became lower and lower, like a shrimp fished from the Caspian Sea. This person is already flattering to the point of exaggeration.

Kehobard was not interested in this kind of person. He focused directly on the middle-aged man being held captive. His beard was long but not thick. His face is very thin, and the dust and wounds add a bit of vicissitudes to the face of thousands of ravines.

"Are you the leader of the Haltivar heresy?" He asked nonsense first, and then waited for the reaction of the person in front of him.

This man just lowered his head, looked gloomy, and didn't say a word.

The flattering traitor continued to observe the four people. He already knew that Kehobard in front of him was the core of this red-headed team. He pulled out the dagger from his crotch, and his short body was like a spring full of power, and he suddenly rushed towards Kehobard.

Kehobard was caught off guard and was knocked down, and then a cold light flashed in front of his eyes. He subconsciously pressed his arms against the dwarf's right arm holding the dagger.

The middle-aged man suddenly got up and tried to entangle the two red heads and the fifty-man leader, so that the dwarf could successfully complete the assassination. But he obviously overestimated his own strength. He couldn't break free from Kai Hongtou's control. After a slight struggle, he was pinned to the ground.

The fifty-man leader reacted and immediately drew out his sword, then slashed at the dwarf's back, opening a hideous wound. He groaned in pain, and then rolled to the muddy ground aside, blood gushing out from the long wound.

Kehobard was fine. He was fully armed, but a thin line on his armor was cut off by a dagger.

Then he drew his sword and stabbed the dwarf's throat cleanly, ending the assassin's life. The one who had been suppressed was beaten until his flesh and blood were mutilated, and it looked like he would not survive.

"Go and interrogate and screen out all the heretical monks one by one." This attack must have been carried out by a priest or a fanatical follower. Ordinary believers do not have such courage. They have just lost their courage. .

The red heads' methods were very brutal, and many priests would rather die than refuse to admit their identities. And those who refuse to admit their identities, and the red heads can’t find any evidence...

It would be better to castrate a thousand men by mistake than let one go.

"I am a dervish, and my whole family is a dervish who serves God." There are also ordinary people who are forced to admit that they are monks in a religious order.

As the mastermind behind the assassination, Gulshani panicked at this time. He had not thought about what would happen after the assassination failed and was not mentally prepared for failure. He wanted to escape, but couldn't.

But at this time, the withdrawal reaction came, and it was so violent that he couldn't bear it at all.

Within a few minutes, his abnormality was discovered by the red head, or in other words, he took the initiative to go over and beg.

Dragging his cramped legs, he moved bit by bit towards the captain guarding his group. Tears and snot flowed uncontrollably. He wiped them with his sleeves and couldn't finish wiping them off. They dripped onto the ground.

When he arrived in front of the tenth captain, he stood up in front of him with the help of his trusted aides, but he quickly knelt down again. A Gulshani who only a short time ago had been instigating bloodshed against Ibrahim was now groveling to his enemies for a little opium.

"I am the leader of the Haltivar heresy as you call it." He went straight to the point and asked Shuyuan www. zhaｏshuyuan.com surrendered voluntarily. Then he was sent to Kehobard. He and the fifty commanders did not trust him after experiencing this assassination. They did not believe that the shaykh of the order and the dead warrior who angered the enemy would stay together. If they were to kill him in anger. If they take all the pictures, it will be all over.

"You are it? Although the life of a dervish is very poor, but..." Kehobard looked at the two beggars in front of him. He also wanted to make some sarcastic remarks, but after he said the first half of the sentence, he realized that something was wrong, and then I swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"So, how do you prove that you are a respectable Sheikh?" He touched his chin and said in a seductive tone: "However, if you can provide something of value, then I can help You slow down your pain."

Gulshani, who had been tortured by withdrawal reactions to the point where his IQ was zero, wanted to take out the letter from his pocket, but when reminded by his close associates, he did not put his hand in his pocket. Instead, he said: "I have a letter here. It’s a personal letter from the Ottoman Sultan.”

The red head took the letter out of his pocket and handed it to Kehobard, but he could not understand Persian and could not tell the authenticity of the monogram. He had no choice but to keep the letter and deliver it to Tabriz.

Then Gulshani said: "If you think this is not enough, I can give you something else..." He paused for a moment, allowing himself to relax, and then continued: "The rest of the Haltivar Order The assets are all in Tabriz.”

"Huh?" Kehobard couldn't help his surprise. Putting his money in the enemy's core area was an operation he didn't expect. Then he quickly found a temporary secretary and recorded this important information.

Although Kehobard was unable to meet his demands, he still lied about his achievement, which was enough to earn him promotion.