The Sun and the Lion

In addition to Kanbar's knowledge, Ibrahim also sent scouts to the surrounding areas to inquire about information, and gained a general understanding of the terrain and settlement distribution in the surrounding areas.

He immediately summoned the generals to the big tent: "Everyone, we should continue to move forward. I plan to go south to Kohat. According to reports from scouts, it is densely populated and blessed by Monhuda. We can plunder enough food and supplies for the army. livestock."

It did not take too many people to raid this settlement. Ibrahim planned to personally lead the expedition, which would also facilitate the disposal of the raised grain, grass and livestock.

But before the army sets off, there is still a problem that needs to be solved, and that is slaves.

After the Safavid army captured Peshawar, they carried out large-scale killing and enslavement. The quartermaster complained to Ibrahim more than once that the supply camp did not have the ability to house so many slaves. It's okay that the army is still encamped. If they are on the march, especially during battle, these slaves, who are slightly more than the plunderers, will very likely flee collectively or even riot.

These slaves would be difficult to cash in before returning to Kandahar. Local Indian slave traders did not dare to approach the Safavid army at all. Any Indian caravan approaching the Safavid army would be treated as prey. The merchants who followed the army from Kabul did not have strong transportation capacity and escorts. Ibrahim did not plan to divide his troops to escort the loot back first. They could only acquire some slaves from soldiers and officers.

Before Ibrahim walked out of the big tent with his armor on, he had to figure out a way for the quartermaster to execute it.

"Among these prisoners, have all the people I want been sorted out? Have you carefully inspected the slaves?" He asked the quartermaster first. He must resettle the captured craftsmen, scholars and artists. under his rule.

"Your Majesty, how dare I not do what you ordered?" the quartermaster replied respectfully, and then handed the document to Ibrahim. For the past two weeks, he has been busy accounting for these belongings.

The document first showed him the classification and number of captives with skills. There were nearly two thousand of these craftsmen, scholars and artists, and even more if their families were included.

In addition, there are unskilled slaves, composed of children and some young and middle-aged men and women.

They are mainly divided into different price levels based on health status and appearance. Men whose physical condition cannot bear heavy physical labor and women whose appearance is not outstanding enough will find it difficult to sell.

Seeing these "losers", Ibrahim had the urge to throw them all into the Indus River to feed the fish.

He pointed to some of the captives with the lowest prices on the list and said to the quartermaster: "These captives are purchased from their owners forcibly according to the prices in the list, and then thrown into the Indus River for disposal. As for the rest, strip them of all they have." clothes, cut off their hands, feet, and thumbs, and tie them tightly with hemp ropes, in groups of a hundred."

Doing so can weaken their ability to resist and escape without completely losing their ability to work. Only children, family members of special slaves, and female slaves with outstanding appearance were exempted from losing part of their bodies.

"Your Majesty is wise." Seeing Ibrahim give the order, the quartermaster quickly flattered him. Although the team will still be bloated, at least the risk of large-scale escapes and riots is gone.

After the quartermaster retreated, Ibrahim, who was putting on his armor, glanced at everyone and asked, "Do you have any more questions?"

Everyone shook their heads and replied: "No,"

"After you have sorted out all the affairs, quickly break camp and join me." Ibrahim gave his final confession before walking out of the tent, riding on the horse that the guards had taken out in advance and riding away.

Half a day later, the bottom of the trench outside the Peshawar city wall was covered with corpses. The bottom layer was the defenders and citizens who died at the hands of the Safavid army in the previous two weeks, and now there was an additional layer of executed prisoners above.

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There are heavy clouds in Kohat Castle. The Afghan tribal leaders who control the local area have heard the rumors of the attack on Peshawar. They don't know where these invaders from hell and bring destruction to the world come from and where they are going. go.

Although this place is densely populated, it is not a trading hub like Peshawar after all. There are no outer walls, trenches and garrison guards outside the most basic castle, and the Sultan of Delhi did not station a governor here.

"Chief, it's better not to worry too much. Our tribe is poor and we don't have anything valuable to plunder. As long as the army is passing through, we don't want to provoke them."

"Ha." The leader shook his head at the mullah who comforted him: "For the army, food and livestock are the most important resources. Run away. I plan to hide in the nearby mountains. You should also go back and tell the people that you don't want to die. Just run!”

After saying that, the leader stood up and walked out of the room, went to the courtyard of the fortress, gathered all his cronies and servants, and planned to transfer with rations and some belongings. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com

For a time, the entire Kohat was in panic. People who wanted to escape had blocked the road, and those who didn't want to run wanted to take refuge in the fortress. The local wealthy people are trying to accuse the leader of his cowardly behavior.

But even with such obstruction, the leader and his cronies overcame all difficulties and ran to the nearby mountains to silently observe the next developments.

When the bow bearer arrived, Ibrahim faced this chaotic scene and couldn't help but sigh: "When will my reputation be able to cause the palace of a great country to be in such chaos?"

Then under his command, the bow-wielders attacked the chaotic crowd in the settlement from north to south, bringing death and fear wherever they went.

After killing less than two hundred Pashtun warriors who had the courage to resist, the local wealthy people and other tribal people who could not escape followed their custom and crawled to Ibrahim with grass in their mouths to beg for mercy.

"These Afghans are so funny. Their way of surrender is to act like a submissive cow, haha." Ibrahim pointed at their funny look and laughed. The bow holders around him saw the Pashtuns doing this. The deputy also laughed and taunted the surrenderers.

They don't understand what the victor is saying. Even if they understand, will anyone have the courage to resist again?

Trying to control his emotions, Ibrahim couldn't help but smile and said: "But I won't let you go. Come here, execute all these prisoners, and build a temple with their heads!"

Hundreds of bow-wielders dismounted from their horses and stepped forward to control the prisoners, then cut their necks with daggers and then cut off their heads. Ibrahim watched with satisfaction as the tower of human heads piled higher and higher until it took shape.

The conspicuous Jingguan was naturally seen by the leader who escaped: "God bless me, I made the right decision. May God punish these devils from hell!"