The Sun and the Lion

"We are about to fight to the death, why did Sheikh surrender?" This was the thought of most people present. Mohammed Sheikh's prestige seemed to be about to collapse at this moment. But now everyone is still busy gathering, and no one breaks the formation for the time being and stands up to question Mohammed Sheikh.

Mohammed Sheikh glanced at everyone in the venue uneasily, as if someone would come out to oppose him in the next second and ask him why he surrendered to the heretical Turkmen horse bandits who deserved to go to hell. If someone is fanatical and bold, they might even dare to curse him on the spot.

Those with different opinions might even get into a fight in this sacred place, and he would also be put into an embarrassing situation because of the chaos.

He is afraid of being beaten to death by the opposition, but if he does run away, then he should not be a Sheikh. Who can accept a leader who cannot mediate conflicts and turns around and runs away?

Muhammad soon stopped his rich associations. The place was quiet. No one was stupid enough to behave like he expected. Such an embarrassing situation made Muhammad urgently end his preaching speech, and then left people's sight while everyone praised Huda.

After the Sunday service this week, several high-ranking priests skillfully followed their familiar paths to the hiding place most commonly used by the higher-ups of the sect after the incoming believers dispersed. They planned to meet with the Shaykh immediately to learn about his plans and discuss the future of the order.

They were accustomed to the presence of burning hashish in the room, and they came forward to greet him: "Your Honorable Sheikh."

"May Huda bless you." Mohammed Sheikh nodded and put down the narcotics in his hand. Then he asked knowingly: "What are you doing here? You sit down first."

"Is what you mentioned in your missionary speech true?" After sitting down, one of the priests asked first.

"Why, why do you think I am a liar? If I cheated, then Huda can let me leave the world now." After saying that, Mohammed Sheikh took out the piece of letter paper and placed it on the table for the visitors to circulate. .

The letter paper was turned around in the hands of several people, feeling unbelievable, but no one became angry on the spot, and the letter paper was put back on the table. Then asked: "Are you going to give in?"

Mohammed Sheikh was noncommittal.

Seeing that their Sheikh seemed to acquiesce, the priests persuaded: "Sheikh, the religious order has been operating in Khuzestan for a long time and has many followers. Now the Safavids are only threatening Ahvaz. We can completely mobilize our Our followers are waging jihad against the enemy throughout Khuzestan. As long as we hold on, we will find a way to turn the tables."

If you hold on firmly, there will be a way...

Muhammad Sheikh retorted: "You also know the ferocity of those Turkmen horse bandits. They can use their speed and brutality to put knives on the necks of the believers before they gather. Besides, we have even given up the city wall now." , leaving only the defense of the inner city and barricades for comfort.”

Then the priests recited a few nonsense words to comfort Sheikh, such as "the enemy's siege engines cannot enter", "our defense line has been consolidated" and "God bless our army in the battle".

However, the obstacles placed in various streets did hinder the progress of the red heads. They had to clear these construction debris before the army could pass. It is only thanks to these construction debris that the senior leaders of the Musasa Order can still waste time in ideological struggles and quarrels.

But the simple defense line also means that the red heads do not need to use any complicated siege equipment. They can directly fight against the Musasha warriors hiding behind the construction debris with ordinary ladders.

"A beggar with no clothes on and a broken sword fighting with a fully armed warrior, who do you think will win?" Sheikh Mohammed made an analogy.

"Even when facing well-equipped warriors, we must be warriors and not be timid or hesitant." What he received was a rather tough answer. Moreover, the speaker specifically emphasized the word "cowardly", seeming to be mocking Mohammed Sheikh.

Mohammed Sheikh looked gloomy and glanced unkindly at the few people sitting opposite.

Seeing the situation becoming tense, a senior priest who looked like a good old man stood up: "We are mainly concerned about your safety and the future of the order. No one here can guarantee the credibility of the Safawi Sheikh. , if we surrender, wouldn’t we be completely at the mercy of others?”

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"Everyone, have you misunderstood my intentions? The starting point of any decision I make is not my selfish desire, but for the collective. There is no hope of victory. As a Sheikh, I cannot let believers make unnecessary sacrifices, and you also You can find a good way out and you won't die needlessly. As for how you want to deal with me, I don't care." Mohammed Sheikh sighed.

"Sheikh, if you are willing, you can go out of the city to call on believers to carry out jihad. We will ensure that the castle area will not fall until you come to rescue." Several priests planned to make a last-ditch effort.

"As the spiritual leader of the believers, if I or you quietly leave the believers, what a blow it will be to them! We can't just leave them behind. Who else will follow a priest who abandons his believers? Woolen cloth?"

Seeing that all of his arguments were refuted by Sheikh Mohammed, it seemed that there was no hope for him to persist in resisting. There was no need for him to issue an eviction order, and the few visitors found excuses to leave.

He continued to stay in the room, passing the time on marijuana and alcohol.

"Listen up to the bastards on the other side! We could crush you immediately, but Huda's kindness prevented us from doing so. Under his guidance, we decided to give you the last chance to surrender..."

As if they were hearing a preaching speech from Muhammad Sheikh, the people of Musasa heard a consistent set of conditions that shocked them.

While they were still stunned, a group of fast runners carrying ladders quickly approached the barricade and set up ladders.

Facing the red head who was climbing up, the officers shouted to the soldiers: "What are you doing standing still?"

The soldiers reacted quickly and chose to surrender with the officers.