I was the Queen of Persia

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"But what good would that do? I am no longer holy. If I were to return to the nun's order, I would surely be executed. And if I were to live on like this, I would ultimately be judged and condemned to hell..."

"Besides, almost the entire Christian land has fallen into the clutches of the Turanians. Even if we escape this dungeon, where can we hide..."

The female ranger is faced with a difficult choice.

……

Two days later.

Outside Zora Castle, soldiers gathered, their battle flags and spears standing tall.

Riding on his warhorse clad in Turan horse armor, the Chaglitts looked at the fully equipped troops with a smug expression on his face.

His next target was the Prasita Abbey, the headquarters of the Battle Sisters, deep in the Sudeten Mountains. If he could capture this fortress, the Battle Sisters' feeble resistance would crumble completely.

"Warriors of Turan! Where are our spoils?!"

As if to boost morale before the battle, Zaghli shouted from horseback.

"The Khan is mighty! The spoils of war are right here in the camp!"

The Turan soldiers responded in unison.

Amidst shouts, hundreds upon hundreds of pale, naked bodies were brought forward and whipped. They were all captured female soldiers of the Fighting Sisters, and had been ordered not to wear any clothing.

"Hmm, very good!" Special Agent Chagli laughed heartily at the sight, then asked, "Where is my 'mare'?"

The iron chains clanged.

Chisevana was naked and led to crawl in front of Turan Khan.

Chapter 382 Playthings of the Steppe Conquerors

The sky over the Sudetenland Mountains was gloomy and oppressive.

"Snapped--!"

"Haha! Fine horse! Come here and serve the warriors of Turan well!"

Chaglit laughed triumphantly, his whip raining down on the female ranger captain's bare body.

Surprisingly, Chisevanas, who had been so arrogant just a few days ago, was now so submissive as to prostrate herself before the saddle of the Zaghli Special Agent.

With her buttocks raised high and her vulva wide open, she let the whip lash her backside, making a crisp cracking sound, yet she seemed to enjoy it like a female dog in heat, her face full of fawning and seeking favor.

In front of the female prisoners, the Chaglitt agents played with her in various ways, leaving the battered female ranger captain limp on the ground like a lump of mud, gushing out streams of yellow urine.

Enjoy it.

"Hahahaha! This woman is nothing more than a bitch in front of the Khan!"

The Turan soldiers, clad in armor and armed with weapons, burst into laughter, their mocking voices rising and falling.

The prisoners of war from the Sisters of Battle stared in disbelief, their eyes wide as they watched their once-beloved captain kneel and lick the whip of King Turan, like the lowest of slaves.

Despite their bewilderment and shame, there was nothing they could do; they had already been defeated and enslaved, at the mercy of the Turan soldiers.

The Tsagli special agents kept coming up with new tricks, and Chisevanas had already lost control of her bladder several times, her body covered in filth.

The prisoners of war's pride and dignity were shattered, and they wept bitterly. Their shame made them want to die immediately, but the heavy chains and shackles bound their bodies, making it impossible for them to die.

This was exactly the effect Chaglitzin wanted. Looking at the weeping female prisoners, he uttered that "bold statement" that many steppe conquerors longed to hear—

"Haha! The greatest pleasure in life is to slaughter your enemies, seize all their property, watch their relatives weep, ride their horses, and play with their wives and daughters."

If these words reached Shahzani's ears, she would naturally know that these were words spoken by Genghis Khan in history. But she also knew that not only Genghis Khan, but also many military conquerors in Inner Asia, starting from the ancient Saka people, were practicing this creed of conquest by force.

In short, the Turan soldiers indulged in their pleasures until they were tired of it, then lined up and drove the group of "female predators" along the mountain path toward the Prasita Monastery.

……

Zagreb wanted to completely destroy the Fighting Sisters' regime, but he had to first wipe out their remaining forces. Although Zolaburg had fallen, the remaining Sisters' armed forces in various places were still resisting, although this resistance was becoming weaker and weaker.

The next step is to sweep through the nuns' small villages and outposts one by one to complete the encirclement of their main camp.

Although the Turan army came from the steppes and was not accustomed to fighting in mountainous and pine forest areas, the large number of Germanic-Bohemian puppet troops served as the vanguard.

Under the constant fear and intimidation exerted by the Turan military supervisors, these "Hashaar" cannon fodder charged into battle like moths to a flame, overwhelming the resistance with their overwhelming numbers and clearing obstacles for the Turan headquarters to follow.

Of course, those nun prisoners of war, like the "female prisoners," also became tools for the Turan army to spread fear. Whenever they encountered a stronghold that resisted stubbornly, the Turan soldiers would drive these naked "female prisoners" to the front lines and humiliate them severely, causing the morale of the defending troops to collapse.

Among them, Chaglitzin himself particularly enjoyed torturing Chisevanas. He played with her in various ways, like a toy, causing this once highly respected female ranger captain to lose all prestige and chastity among her compatriots, thereby accelerating the collapse of the garrison's morale.

Thus, despite the rugged and arduous terrain, the Turan army advanced with unstoppable momentum, eventually reaching the heart of the Battle Sisters' stronghold—the Prasita Monastery.

This is a sturdy stone monastery. Although it is not large in scale, it is well-defended: it is connected to steep mountains, with steep walls and many defensive facilities such as arrow towers, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

According to vague oral traditions, this was one of the strongholds of the famous "Red Virgin Army" more than two hundred years ago.

But the Chaglitts didn't care about any of those vague legends; his will was to raze this place to the ground and make it completely subjugate under his boots.

Due to the rugged and narrow terrain, large siege weapons could not be transported and deployed. Turan's army then deployed its German puppet troops at the forefront, intending to use these cannon fodder to suppress the defenders once the battle began.

As a result, dark clouds appeared outside the monastery's walls, and this sheer number of soldiers and guns put considerable pressure on the defenders.

Behind these clusters of dark clouds, a white cloud appeared.

Those were naturally the captured and humiliated nuns.

They will once again suffer humiliation and defilement on the battlefield.

"God! Those are our sisters! Damn it! What do those barbarians want to do to them?!"

The nun warriors on the city wall, seeing this humiliating scene from afar, were immediately in an uproar. Among them, a middle-aged woman in a gray nun's robe was so astonished that she couldn't speak.

She is the current leader of the Sisters of Aquila – Madam Yakara.

Although the scouts had brought various horrifying reports in advance, it was only when they saw it with their own eyes that they truly witnessed the brutality and cruelty of the Chagli Special Forces.

As she watched her nuns being humiliated and abused one by one, their cries of agony breaking out, this elder woman's heart bled.

"God! Holy Mother! What kind of beasts are these?! How could they commit such a horrific act!" Yakara's voice trembled uncontrollably.

However, God and the Virgin Mary could not stop war and disaster.

The Turan army had launched its attack; a tidal wave of Germanic puppet troops surged toward the city walls, a hail of arrows rained down like locusts, and the long war horns sounded in unison—the battle had begun.

The German puppet army withstood the nuns' rain of arrows, and by the time they reached the city walls, the ground was littered with corpses. But driven by fear, they continued to charge toward the city walls wave after wave.

They feared dying under the torture of Turan's master more than being shot by the enemy's arrows.

Turan's Central Army.

His personal guard, Daharchi, was ordered to lead a small detachment to the left flank to support and guide the charge of neighboring troops. Upon arriving at the deployment point, he secretly slipped a letter to a Turan rider, instructing him to take it and quietly leave the battlefield.

Clearly, this was another instance of intelligence being relayed to the Samanid Empire's secret envoys regarding the battlefield situation.

written request for leave

No update today.

Chapter 383 The Iron Cross Knights

At the Prasita Monastery, a rain of arrows swept back and forth like locusts.

The puppet army, composed of Germanic "Hassars," fought one after another, dying beneath the city walls, their corpses gradually piling up into a small mountain.

However, they still could not break through the nuns' stubborn resistance.

The valiant figures darted back and forth on the city wall, the raised crenellations serving as their best defense. With nimble hands, they plucked arrows, drew their bows, and shot, then turned to dodge... Every time they raised their hands, Turan soldiers and Germanic puppet soldiers would fall dead.

The stone monastery, though small in scale, was easy to defend and difficult to attack. In terms of the difficulty of attacking it, it was no less than the castles built by the Samanid Empire on the plains.

As the Zaghli special agent observed the battle, his face darkened.

"Archers! Form ranks! Suppress!" he ordered his troops.

The Turanian archers on foot quickly moved forward and unleashed a volley of arrows at the nuns defending the city walls. The dense rain of arrows once again completely covered the already gloomy sky.

Arrows flew like locusts, whistling through the air, and warriors were killed one after another. The sharp sound of arrows slicing through the air was painful to the eardrums.

However, after several rounds of firing, Turan's army was still slightly at a disadvantage.

Although their archery skills were also excellent, they were ultimately at a disadvantage due to the terrain. On the other hand, the Sisters' opponents, taking advantage of the defenses of the battlements, calmly fought back and gradually gained the upper hand.

In addition, there are subtle climatic factors involved.

The Turan army's composite bows were better suited to the dry climate of the Inner Asian steppes and deserts; while the Sisters' war bows were made from Bohemian timber, making them more suitable for the relatively humid climate of the region.

For weeks, the weather in the Sudetenland mountains had been gloomy and damp, affecting the Turan soldiers' steppe bows and significantly reducing their effectiveness. Coupled with their disadvantages in terrain, offense, and defense, the Turan army was naturally at a slight disadvantage in the exchange of fire.

"Whoosh—whoosh—!"

Several sharp arrows flew in with a strong wind, piercing the face of a Turan Yuzbash (centurion). The fatal blow caused panic in the Turan centurion's unit, and the soldiers scattered and retreated to find cover.

The offensive still failed to break the deadlock.

The Zaghli Special Agents were already looking gloomy.

He knew that continuing to stalemate in such a small and fragmented battlefield would do more harm than good to Turan's army. It was necessary to take down this stubborn fortress as soon as possible in order to completely dismantle the resistance of the Sisters' armed forces.

"Personnel guards, follow me!" the Khan of the steppes roared.

He donned a Kipchak-style masked helmet, and over his Turanian lamellar armor, he wore additional silk protective soft armor—a product of the fusion of settled skills and nomadic experience, equipment used by Inner Asian nomadic warriors to mitigate the damage from stray arrows.

He decided to fight on foot, so he picked up a powerful war bow, commanded three squads of personal guards, and, with wooden shields on their heads and armored boots on their feet, marched swiftly, quickly advancing to within range of the two armies exchanging fire.

"Whoosh-!"

The Zagli Special Agent was the first to draw his bow. The sharp whistling of the arrow pierced the air and shot straight towards the city wall. Accompanied by a short scream, a nun's ranger fell dead.

Arash!

The Khan's bravery inspired his soldiers, and the Turanian troops, who had been slightly discouraged, rallied again and continued their advance. The Turanian supervisors also continued to whip the German cannon fodder, ordering them to charge into battle.

"Squeak-squeak-"

The personal guard, Daharchi, aimed at the elderly and dignified figure of the leader on the city wall. His thick fingers hooked the bowstring, and he continued to draw the bow, allowing the powerful warbow to accumulate its full force.

"Whoosh-!"

With a sharp whistling sound, the arrow flew straight towards the city wall.

"Ms. Yakara! Ms. Yakara!"

Panic-stricken cries erupted from the city walls. Clearly, the elderly and weathered leader of the Sisters' armed forces—the nun Yakara—had been struck by an arrow.

"Well done, Daharchi! All troops, prepare to set up siege ladders and climb the city walls immediately!" Seeing the tide of battle turn, Chagli Tegin's face showed even greater elation, and he immediately issued the order for a full-scale attack.

With their leader seriously injured, the Sisters' armed forces were suddenly leaderless. Although there were still many nuns in power, most of them were responsible for matters of church rules and precepts, and their military expertise was very limited, making it difficult for them to command the nuns to organize a defensive line.

Even worse, the Zaghli Special Agents resorted to more underhanded tactics.

He drove the naked nuns who were his captives to the front lines, using them as human shields while subjecting them to humiliation and torture, thus deeply shaming the nuns' fighting spirit and faith.

This psychological blow left the Sisters' warriors extremely demoralized, and they retreated in defeat.

Turan's vanguard had already scaled the walls through four breaches, and reinforcements continued to press forward. At this rate, the fortress was bound to fall.

But at the critical moment...

"Khan! Khan! God above! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"

A Turan rider galloped up from behind, covered in blood, with glaring wounds on his tattered armor. His helmet had been knocked off, and dozens of braids of hair swayed wildly in the wind, clearly indicating that he had recently been in a fierce battle.

"What's all this panic?!" Chagli Special Agent asked angrily, quite surprised.

"A mysterious infidel cavalry force has destroyed our rear camp on the plains outside the mountains!" Turan's rider dismounted and knelt down, reporting loudly.

"Which damned infidel armed group is this?! How dare they be so audacious?!"

"I don't know... They were carrying iron-gray battle flags with a black heretical cross embroidered in the center..."

"Khan, since there's a black cross, could it be the Knights of the Iron Cross?" The personal guard Daharchi stepped forward and reminded Chaglitqin.

As one of the agents working with the Samanid Empire, he naturally learned about these resistance forces from his superiors.

"The Knights of the Iron Cross?" Zagli muttered to himself, then climbed the nearest hillside, from where he could vaguely glimpse the plains beyond the mountains through the undulating hills.

As expected, the situation turned against him.

Dozens of plumes of smoke shot straight into the sky, and raging flames engulfed the Turan soldiers' camp. The dark brown Turan battle flags had all been cut down and replaced by the imposing Iron Cross battle flags.