Alien Knights

Saladin stationed his horse in front of the throne, and the white mount under his crotch had already been stained red with blood. The blood dripped down the horse's legs and fell to the ground, forming a pool of blood in a short while.

Turning over and dismounting, Saladin looked at the throne that was close at hand, stepped forward step by step, and sat down.

Looking up to the outside of the hall, the bright red all over the field of vision made Saladin close his eyes in pain.

He waved to the servant beside him.

Soon, the emperor's guards spread out a damaged banner on the palace square, pointed to the holy cross badge on it and shouted to the people: "Great caliph, the invincible Saladin the Great has captured Holy City!"

At first there were only whispers of questioning, then loud uproar, and finally a chorus of cheers.

As the crown of King Payazi, the holy cross of the holy army and other trophies were displayed one by one, the cheers of the people became louder and louder. Words like "Allah is high" and "Long live the Caliph" resounded through the air. Over the palace.

The herald in the Guards waited for the people to calm down, pointing to the corpses on the ground, he said: "The great Saladin is the agent sent by Allah, the real king of salvation! The saint who fell into the hands of the infidels The city, returning to the arms of Allah, is the best evidence! And these evil people who took advantage of the Caliph’s jihad and set off a rebellion have lost the protection of Allah, and they will be greeted with the cruelest punishment!”

Listening to the voices of people outside the palace, Saladin, who was sitting on the throne, looked at the thin body on the steps without moving, as if he was separated from the outside world in two worlds.

After an unknown amount of time, someone came to Saladin and whispered, "Caliph, you should rest."

Saladin looked sideways, and an old mullah wearing a white turban looked at him with concern.

"Zara Tahan, my military advisor, how is the situation in the city?"

The old man nodded and said, "Irem has taken control of all the city walls with his guards. The people who participated in the rally just now must have brought the news that you have taken back the Holy City to the city. I believe it will not be long. , the hearts and minds of the entire Baghdad will return to your control."

Saladin shook his head: "No, even if I take back the Holy City, the followers of the Abbasid Empire will not disappear. Right now, what worries me the most is not the people of Baghdad, but..."

"But those old Abbasids in your army?"

Zara Tahan's answer made Saladin nodded slightly.

"After the capture of Baghdad, the Abbasid army of almost 50,000 people submitted a letter of surrender to me. These 50,000 people have now become a dull painful skin ringworm. You can't move it, and you can't help it. Just ignore it."

Zarata Khan stroked his gray beard and said, "Behind the rebellion in Baghdad, there must be shadows of these old ministries. I'm sure that if the rebels reoccupy Baghdad, these surrendered troops will definitely choose to immediately Betrayed you."

Saladin pondered for a moment, and then said: "The key is how to deal with these old empire troops? It is not realistic to dismiss them all, and it is impossible to disrupt the organization..."

Zara Tahan said helplessly: "Khalifah, this problem may not be resolved for the time being, maybe you can let it go for a while, there are a few things that urgently need your decision."

"What's up?"

"You led the army to capture the holy city, and a large amount of wealth in the city is being transported back to the south one after another. How to reward the soldiers for their merits requires you to come up with a plan."

"According to the past practice, those who make merit will be rewarded, and those who make mistakes will be punished." Saladin looked at Zalatakhan: "As for my own share, you know what to do."

The latter nodded: "I understand that all the rewards belonging to you will be shared equally among all the soldiers who participated in this battle... except for one thing - all the books and classics in the holy city, they will be transported to the in your palace."

Saladin said approvingly, "That's right, that's it."

"When it comes to rewards for those who have meritorious service, it involves the second thing." Speaking of this, Zaratahan hesitated: "The rewards for all participants have been confirmed and are ready to be distributed. Only one person needs the Caliph You decide for yourself."

"who?"

"Langbone, that suspicious northerner."

Saladin was stunned for a moment, and that pale face and that invincible legion suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The troops under Throat Bone behaved a little strangely..." Zaratahan chose his words carefully: "They never step out of the barracks, and they don't usually hear their noises and training, and the rations Losses are almost negligible."

Saladin frowned and remained silent while listening.

"In this battle against the holy city, Throat and his troops should be at the forefront according to the merits. However, if he is really rewarded like this, it will definitely cause dissatisfaction among other generals..."

Saladin looked at Zara Tahan: "Have you found out about his origin?"

The latter shook his head helplessly.

Saladin thought for a while, and said: "The reward for the larynx is different from other generals. In addition to some appropriate property, give him two more rewards."

"1. I allow Throat to build an army by itself. The weapons and supplies needed will be allocated to him by the empire. As for the name of this army, I will give it the word "immortal"."

"As for the second item..." Saladin looked at Zara Tahan, and said in a low voice: "You give me a word to the throat bone, just say what you promised him at the beginning, and I will fulfill the promise soon."

Zara Tahan nodded with a puzzled look on his face, paused for a while, and continued: "The last thing, about the group of Mother Goddess..."

Hearing the name "Mother God Cultist", Saladin rubbed his brows vigorously: "What do they want?"

"Their messengers, let me tell you. Whether it's the war against the Abbasid Empire or the war to retake the holy city, the Mother Goddess has shown enough sincerity to the empire. Now, they demand the empire's return."

Saladin sneered and said, "Giving back? They just want to get a share of the pie, right?!"

"Many of the Mother Goddess believers have the power of demons. If these people destroy the empire, it may be bad for us."

Saladin waved his hand indifferently: "Tell those shady heretics that I can give them a fief and give them some sweet-sounding noble titles. I don't care what they do in the fief; If you leave the fiefdom, it is the territory of Allah, and any missionary behavior will be regarded as a blasphemy against Allah!"

Zalatakhan bowed his head and said yes.

Saladin stood up from the throne and looked forward.

Outside the main entrance of the palace, the attendants and servants were cleaning up the place after the execution.

The corpse was carried onto a cart, and the blood was washed away with clean water.

Saladin inadvertently caught a glimpse of the thin body, which was thrown onto the cart like garbage. Watching this scene, a pain hit his chest silently.

He bent down, stretched out his palm and rubbed his heart, and left the throne with a sigh.