The Sun and the Lion

"Your Majesty, I have a suggestion that I hope you will adopt." Pili took a step forward and bowed to Ibrahim.

Ibrahim nodded: "Tell me about it."

Piribey's suggestion was to divide his forces to attack Huslaw. The main army was still commanded by Ibrahim himself, bypassing the Hindu Kush Mountains and attacking Balkh from the west. And another general was sent to lead a partial division from Kabul to the north through the mountain road to raid Kunduz. In this way, two important strongholds owned by Huslao could be wiped out at the same time.

For the current Safavid army, the risk of dividing the troops is very small, but the benefits are huge. Although Ibrahim is not short of time for the time being, the sooner the war ends, the better.

"You are currently planning to send troops in winter. There is still some time before winter. It is completely enough to transfer the division and corresponding military supplies to Kabul. When the agreed time comes, we can quickly go north to fight."

Ibrahim, who originally wanted the whole army to report to the group, was convinced. After all, the enemy he had to face was not that strong. In response, he simply followed the trend and said: "Then, Piribey, are you willing to personally carry out your mission?" Any suggestions?"

"Of course, Your Majesty." Piri, who was appointed to lead the army by the King of Kings for the second time, felt everyone's eyes focused on him, but he didn't think much about it.

In addition to Piri, another Beyachi of the Wasak tribe who had fought with him in Daman was appointed as deputy general to assist Piri in the attack on Kunduz.

"Okay, while there is still some time before dispatching troops, you go back and reorganize the troops, so that the soldiers can calm down and prepare for the next battle." Seeing that no one was going to make any further suggestions, Ibrahim planned to break up the meeting.

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A week later, in the Hisar Castle, Khosrow was enjoying the trophies wantonly in the building that originally belonged to Masud. The original owner, who had been blinded, was tied up and held aside.

As soon as the messenger sent by Ibrahim came in, he was surrounded by a group of big men wearing helmets and armor, with evil faces and their hands on their scabbards. This army dervish looked at these companions who were responsible for the lord's security without fear. .

"Let him come over." Huslao's order reached the ears of everyone in the hall through the companions.

The companions opened a passage so that the messenger could reach Hus Lao.

"Dear Sultan, I am the servant of Sheikh, and I have come to deliver this letter to you on my Lord's orders." The messenger saluted and prepared to hand the letter to Huslao.

Huslao directly interrupted the messenger: "I can't read, you read it to me. Also, you are here to visit a powerful person. Where are your entourage? Where are the gifts?"

"There are no attendants and no gifts. My mission is only to convey my Lord's orders to you." Faced with Huslao's questioning, the dervish's tone remained calm.

"Order? Do you want me to surrender? I will not be intimidated by you." Huslao frowned. The messenger's attitude had already angered him. He knew Ibrahim was a threat, but that didn't mean he would give up his property.

He planned to scare the messenger. He first asked his literate staff to take the letter, and then ordered: "Bring the prisoners up, and then the torture officers." Then he looked at Masud, who had been blinded. He didn't know that Hu Si Lao had already set his sights on him.

"Bring him here, interrogator, prepare your tools. I'm in a bad mood today and want to see you skin a few prisoners with your superb skills."

After hearing this, Masoud realized what Hu Si Lao wanted to do: "What are you doing? Hu Si Lao!"

He wanted to continue talking, so he controlled his companion to pull off the cloth covering his empty eye sockets, put it into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth: "What are you screaming again?"

"Take it out, I want to hear his screams."

After saying that, he motioned to his staff who had read the letter to dictate the general content of the letter. It was filled with a lot of insults and abuses against him. Ibrahim stood on the moral high ground and pointed at him, which made him quite unhappy, and he deliberately appended to impose harsh conditions on him.

Masud, who had just freed his mouth, couldn't help howling angrily: "Uh...ah! You have taken away my territory and herd, and you have dug out my eyes..."

Suddenly, the sudden severe pain in his lower body left Masoud speechless for a moment. The companion on the side took out his hand and said contemptuously: "I told you, save your strength for later. I will have more time to scream at that time."

Massoud, who couldn't bear the pain and previous abuse, was tied up and hung up like an animal. The interrogator slowly approached the poor man with the prepared knife. After looking at him for a while, he slowly peeled off the skin. Then the knife slowly peeled off the skin of the trunk from the spine.

During the entire process, apart from Masud's screams, the entire hall was silent, with only the sounds of knives cutting flesh and blood dripping to the ground. The dervish turned to look at Khusra. The emir who ruled Kunduz was like a diner watching the cook prepare the dishes.

This master's knife skills can be said to be the best among the interrogators of Hu Si Lao. He quickly peeled off Masud's human skin completely and found the book. www.zhaoshuｙuan.com. At this time, the victim had no breath. .

The peeled skin was handed over to the assistant for processing, and he and his companions lowered the body down and began to slowly cut off the skull with a saw. As an expert, he can make a perfect skull container based on the shape of the skull, even when faced with a skinned corpse.

Several hours had passed by the time the interrogator disposed of Masoud's body and showed the finished product to everyone in the hall.

A beautifully decorated box was thrust into the dervish's hands. At this time, the lid of the box was opened, and Masud's skull was placed inside. The padding underneath was not made of fine fabric, but folded human skin.

"Your master spoke arrogantly, saying that if I don't surrender, he will raise an army to attack me next spring and prevent me from living until today next year. He is really arrogant. Take this gift carefully and show it to your master. , consider whether you want to invade me again."

After saying this, the dervish was driven out. When the dervish left, he refused to come in. Only Huslao and a few of his cronies, Burke and staff, were left in the hall.

"Lord, can this really scare them away?"

Huslao stood up: "I hope so. I have been away from Kunduz for too long, and I plan to return. There is still some time before the start of next year's combat season, which is enough for me to prepare. As for Hisar, he originally belonged to Masud’s domain and Berk were placed at the disposal of Vali.”

Vali is the younger brother of Hus Lao. After he became successful, he took Vali, who was still living in the Kipchak grassland, to Kunduz to act as his arm.

After saying that, he began to consider whether to find allies and continue to recruit people from his hometown. He felt that both Babur and Ali were too weak, just two little babies. Shaibani Khan and Mahmud Khan further north were more to his liking.