The Sun and the Lion

"By the grace of the Lord, let us encounter such a good thing!" Heraclius led the cavalry into the siege camp. Seeing the mess in the camp, the cavalrymen knew that something unusual had happened here.

In the camp, Mihad was still dealing with the aftermath. Just taking care of the prisoners of war gave him a headache, because the soldiers all wanted to rob, and no one wanted to do boring and unprofitable work. And he couldn't pay high military salaries to make the soldiers work hard, so it was naturally difficult to restrain the troops.

As for the property in the camp, most of it has been appropriated by the soldiers who participated in the robbery, while the non-combatants who originally served the entire army have suddenly become private slaves. Craftsmen and doctors are the most popular, and many people are fighting for it. Fighting over a valuable slave. This greatly weakened the army's logistical support capabilities, but the army was all in the mood for robbery, and no one considered these long-term issues.

The Turkmen people who were still immersed in the carnival were suddenly hit hard. The oncoming enemy cavalry seemed to come from all directions, sweeping away their courage and lives like a sandstorm. The unarmed prisoners took the opportunity to resist. They swarmed up and swamped the few guards. The guards guarding the prisoners were also dissatisfied with their work. When they saw the prisoners resisting, they ran away without even a symbolic counterattack.

The defeated Turkmen fled like the wind, leaving Mihad and his guards in disarray in the wind.

Mihad wanted to run, but by the time he made the decision it was too late, and he didn't know where to run. To the north were Heraclius's troops, and to the east was the city of Mosul. He ran south, but found that there were enemies in the south as well. A red head that came out of nowhere blocked him back, so he had to run west.

But the red head who appeared in the south bit him tightly and refused to let him get away from the pursuit. This chase attracted more and more people's attention, and more and more cavalry participated in the arrest. They fired arrows wantonly, and were not afraid of hurting Mihad because he had not yet taken off his clothes to see. Expensive and conspicuous armor.

Not far away, Ibrahim, who had been waiting impatiently, was marching along the road with the bow holder, heading towards the siege camp. When Heraclius's sentries discovered Ibrahim's scouts and reported to them, he remembered that he had just been so happy with the killing that he forgot to send someone back to inform the King of Kings. In order to make up for the omission, he led his guards to greet him. Ibrahim.

"Your Majesty." Seeing Ibrahim, Heraclius quickly dismounted and knelt in front of Ibrahim's horse like a Persian.

"I thought you were completely wiped out by Ahmed, and no one came back to report." Ibrahim expressed his dissatisfaction in a sinister manner.

Heraclius just lowered his head and said nothing.

"I will spare you this time. You can look up and see that you are surrounded by bow-wielders and there is no leader. If I bring an army here and the leaders around me are present, do you think you still have a future?"

Heraclius raised his head, and the situation was indeed as Ibrahim said.

"Your servant sincerely thanks you for your forgiveness, great King of Kings." Heraclius quickly said beautiful words.

"Quit these useless words and tell me, what happened in Ahmed's camp?"

Heraclius told Ibrahim exactly how he led his troops into the camp, and told him: "The battle is not over yet, Your Majesty."

"Take me to see it."

Entering the camp, what you see are various damaged tents, dead bodies lying everywhere in various postures, and various items scattered haphazardly on the ground.

While Ibrahim was admiring the scenery of the camp, not far away, a group of cavalry dragged a man deep into the camp. The cavalry abused the captive with words, spit and whips, and the prisoner's body was covered with dust. and various liquids, and the luxurious clothes on his body have long been changed beyond recognition.

"Commander..." A centurion saw Heraclius and planned to report the final results to him, but he saw Ibrahim behind Heraclius. Although he didn't know what his emperor looked like, he knew just by looking at his clothes and the strange-looking but elite guards behind him that this man had an unusual identity.

"Vache, this is our master." Heraclius used brief words to let the centurion know the current situation.

"Your Majesty, and the Centurion..." The Centurion reported to the two men in Armenian. This Armenian officer may not have seen much of the world, and his speech is not fluent.

"Well done." Heraclius also used the same language to praise the centurion in front of him, "I think you can get the reward you deserve."

"?" Ibrahim slowly typed a question mark. The two of them were talking in a language that he couldn't understand. He knew Farsi, Turkic, and he could also speak mute Arabic, but the two people in front of him spoke Language was clearly beyond his capabilities.

This is the disadvantage of a multi-ethnic army. Ibrahim is not Franz of Clamburg in Austria.

Heraclius turned his head and looked at Ibrahim, who looked puzzled. He understood something, and then explained to Ibrahim in Turkic language: "Your Majesty, the man you just saw dragged away by the soldiers is Ahmed's military commander, the enemy troops on the west bank of the river have basically been eliminated."

"Okay." Ibrahim nodded, "Hashayar, send a messenger back to inform the troops to move here."

"yes."

"Heraclius, find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com and ask the soldiers to drag the military chief over. I want to ask some questions."

After a while, Mihad was dragged over like a dead dog. The weapons and armor on his body have been removed, and his underwear has gradually turned into rags after being dragged and whipped. His naked body is covered with a layer of dust, and various liquids are mixed in different places. . For some reason, Ibrahim still smelled something vaguely.

A pair of dull eyes were set on Mihad's dirty face. The stiff facial muscles and precarious headscarf could tell the state of its owner.

"Isn't he stupid?"

"If he becomes a cripple, will our reward be less?"

"Looking at his appearance, I should have thrown him into the Tigris River to cross the water before bringing him here. It would not be good to dirty the eyes of the nobles."

"No, the water the Lord gave to the world is originally very little. If it were allowed to enter the Tigris River, wouldn't it mean that both sides of the river would be turned into wasteland?"

"Hey, if both sides of the Taiwan Strait are deserted, they will be deserted. As an Azerbaijani, I can't take care of the real estate here. I still care more about my reward..."

The cavalry who came to watch pointed at Mihad and whispered. Hashayal thought they were too noisy and would affect Ibrahim's questioning, so he leaned into Ibrahim's ear and whispered. Asking for instructions: "Your Majesty, I'm worried that people's talk will affect you, otherwise..."

"No need." Ibrahim replied to the loyal soldier in the same low voice.

"Kneel down, don't collapse on the ground!" The bow holders took over Mihad from the red head. They found that Mihad fell directly to the ground like a pile of mud. The angry bow holders used riding whips and spurs on him. On the body.

"Just lift him up, Hashayar, and ask a few people to get some fluids to keep him awake."