I was the Queen of Persia

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Hidden and waiting, Nisa Sahini tightened her grip on the saddle axe, her captivating eyes silently gazing at the only path leading outwards.

Not long after.

The clatter of hooves mingled with the low shouts of Turan-Turkic drivers.

A dozen or so riders, kicking up dust, charged out of the fog along the country road. Their Turan-style lamellar armor was slightly damp, and their warhorses neighed and breathed out puffs of white vapor.

They have entered the ambush zone.

"beat!"

Nisa Sahimian made an attack gesture.

With a whoosh, two sharp arrows pierced the air, striking the necks of two Turan cavalrymen like lightning.

"There's an ambush! Be on guard!" the Turan people shouted.

The voice just fell.

A dark figure darted down from the top of the slope and landed on the back of a Turan cavalryman. Before the Turan could react, a fleeting, dazzling flash of cold light severed his throat.

The Turan warrior beside her sensed something was wrong and hurriedly drew her bow, preparing to nock an arrow. However, before her hand could even reach the quiver, another flash of cold light streaked past, piercing her throat.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Turan's Ombash was terrified and hurriedly gave the order.

"Want to escape? It's too late."

Nisa Sahini, hiding in the shadows, calmly ordered: "Leave no survivors."

Chapter 362 The Turan Army's Scheme

Dark green pine forests are scattered across the verdant fields.

The Turan cavalry squad was ambushed and suffered heavy losses; they were about to urge their horses to flee.

Nisa Sahinian decisively gave the order to pursue, then roared and spurred her horse into a charge. The powerful Rakhsh warhorse charged forward with incredible speed and explosive force, even surpassing the steppe horses of the Turan people.

Raising his armor-piercing saddle axe, he brought it down with a swift motion, creating a powerful slashing wave in mid-air. Four Turan soldiers, jostling and pushing each other, were decapitated and fell from their horses, their blood splattering onto the muddy paths of Moravia.

Meanwhile, deadly arrows continued to rain down, sending the fleeing Turan soldiers to their deaths. Nisa Sahini led the charge, pursuing the remaining enemy and quickly catching up with the panicked Turan Ambash.

"Keng——!"

The axe struck hard on the side of the Tatar, the force so great that even the lamellar armor plates bent slightly. The Tatar cried out in pain and fell heavily from his horse, unable to resist.

"Shh-!"

Hydia, who arrived at breakneck speed, was as agile as a cheetah. She quickly pressed a sharp dagger against the throat of the Turan squad leader.

"God above! Spare me! Spare me!" Turanambash, bound and led before the female general of Saman, was ashen-faced and kept begging for mercy in broken Persian.

"Shh-!"

The cold glint of death flashed, and the dagger was pressed deeper, about to embed itself completely into flesh.

This kind of deterrence is enough to destroy willpower.

“You have very few troops left here. Where has your main force gone?” Nisa Sahini’s expression was stern, though she spoke Turkic fluently.

"Tumanbash (the commander of ten thousand households) has ordered the main force to advance towards Prague, leaving only a small raiding party to cover the rear," Turanbash replied truthfully.

"Then how many troops do you have left here?" Nisa Sahini continued to press.

"I don't know! We were engaged in scattered looting activities! I don't know anything about the other teams either!" Turanambash was very panicked, and his words became hurried.

Nisa Sahinian smiled enigmatically, nodded, and then winked at Hydia, who held a dagger. The ruthless assassin immediately slashed, cutting Turanambash's throat.

Deep behind enemy lines, the situation is unique, and no survivors can be left.

Nisa Sahinian judged that, based on the Turan army's raiding deployment, there were at least 3 to 4 Yuz (centurions) active within a radius of several Farsah. Although their numbers were still small, they were not something her small guerrilla unit behind enemy lines could completely deal with.

Meanwhile, Turan's westward offensive intensified, and she needed to infiltrate the decisive battle zone as soon as possible to gather more detailed battle reports for the Samanid Empire.

"Cover and bury the enemy corpses, loot all usable rations and supplies, and keep the warhorses for riding," she decisively ordered.

Individual rations, sheepskin bags for holding water, arrows, swords, and protective gear such as wrist guards and shin guards were prioritized for collection and concentration, while core armor that was difficult to disassemble was spared.

But for Atumai, who was skilled at removing armor, this was not a problem.

“This Turanian warrior’s armor is quite good. It’s mine now, and I can also get a new set of disguises,” Atumai said, while nimbly getting to work.

With fluid grace and in one breath, the fallen Turan female soldier was soon completely naked, leaving only a triangular waistband.

Everyone has almost finished.

“Alright,” Nisa Sahinian said. “Assemble immediately and continue to bypass the main roads and enemy assembly points, heading towards Brno.”

After a brief but fierce battle, the pine forest and plains returned to a deathly silence, as if nothing had happened. The slain Turan soldiers had become part of the pyramids of human heads.

……

Meanwhile, in Prague.

A sea of ​​dark brown soldiers surrounded the castle, their banners and spears reflecting the iron light of death, while terrifying war arsenals unleashed a rain of fireballs and stones.

The main force of the Turan Khanate had besieged Prague and launched a series of fierce attacks. Despite the castle's strategic location and the desperate resistance of its defenders, the seemingly impregnable fortress was teetering on the brink of collapse under the relentless onslaught of the Inner Asian forces.

"sweat!"

The messenger from Turan, carrying military intelligence, passed through the hail of soldiers and gunfire to reach the Khan's tent: "The main force of Alman's army is rapidly approaching Franconia!"

The "prey" has taken the bait.

Zaglitein grinned crookedly: "Send the order! Order the cavalry that have plundered Franconia and Bavaria to fight and retreat, and lead the Alemann army to Bohemia."

Simultaneously.

He then ordered the main force of Turan to suspend the siege of Prague and quickly redeploy to the western plains of Bohemia.

……

The tactics of nomadic armies are as cunning and cruel as those of wolves on the grasslands, not to mention that they have absorbed a large amount of the war technology of settled empires.

A feint was used to lure the enemy in, followed by a coordinated encirclement.

The deceptive tactics of the Turan army quickly lured the exhausted main force of the Holy Roman Empire, which had been on a long march, deep into the pass between the Ore Mountains and the Czechoslovakian Mountains.

The 6-strong army of the Turan Khanate had already been deployed here, arrayed in formation, and ready for battle.

When the 4-strong Shinra army, exhausted, marched into the battlefield, they were dumbfounded.

God above! What a terrifying army this was in the eyes of Christians in Central Europe!

Before the pass, the plains were filled with a sea of ​​dark brown soldiers and a forest of guns, while the hills on both sides were covered with fluttering brown banners.

The terrifying war machine advanced in a dense and orderly manner.

The rough yet soaring war songs echoed back and forth behind the Shinra army.

This military force far surpasses that of the Huns, Avars, and Magyars of the past.

"Damn it! We've fallen for the heretics' trick!"

Emperor Conrad II cursed under his breath.

The same sense of panic also spread among the exhausted German soldiers. As the Turan army's battle songs rose higher and higher, they couldn't help but tremble as they gripped their guns tightly.

But the matter has come to this, and there is no way out.

"Shh-!"

Conrad II scratched his teeth, drew his Germanic sword from his waist, and addressed the entire army with a passionate pre-battle speech:

"Followers of Jesus Christ! Savage heretics are right before our eyes!"

"But we will not be afraid! Behind us lies a bright and sacred world. We will defend the sacred faith of civilization with our lives, fighting to the death, and never retreating!"

The furious roar echoed for a long time.

When people are at their wits' end, the emotions they express are often the most genuine.

At this moment, all scheming and ambition cease to exist. From the emperor down to the common soldier, everyone will fight to defend their honor and beliefs, to fight for survival and to carve out a bloody path.

The German knights, who valued honor above all else, were the first to respond to the call.

"Clang—clang—clang—"

The knights drew their longswords one after another, engaging in sword fights with the emperor as he rode at full gallop, shouting triumphantly.

"Rise! Rise! Imperial War Cavalry!"

"Spears shall thunder, shields shall stand guard!"

"When the sword is drawn, blood will stain the ground!"

Chapter 363 Bloodshed on the Bohemian Plain

Dark war clouds filled the sky, and battle cries in various languages ​​echoed across the heavens.

On the high ground beside the battlefield, a pair of alluring yet wary eyes peered through the overlapping, tall pine forest at the flat, open battlefield.

It was Nisa Sahini.

After the last encounter, she led her troops to bypass the main road and quickly moved westward, joining forces with the Turan Khanate army as they moved westward, eventually reaching the Bohemian region.

Upon learning that a major battle was about to break out nearby, Nisa Sahini became interested and immediately bypassed Turan's patrols to infiltrate the vicinity of the battlefield. She wanted to observe the dynamics of the two armies' battle in order to compile a more detailed battle report and send it to the Saman Empire and Empress Shahzani.

Looking around, the two armies stood facing each other.

Turan's army launched a frontal assault, while troops deployed on both sides of the mountains provided mutual support. From a distance, it was even possible to see cavalry outflanking the enemy from the rear.

Although the Shinra army was slightly at a disadvantage, its lines remained stable, demonstrating a tenacious fighting spirit.

Accompanied by a high-pitched battle cry, the voice of Conrad II seemed to be shouting, "Forward! Fear not the darkness!" The Holy Roman Empire's knights arrayed themselves and launched an attack on the Turan Khanate's army.

“Overreaching.” Nisa Sahinian shook her head upon seeing this. “Their forces were already slightly outnumbered, yet they launched the attack first, leaving gaps and weaknesses in their lines for the enemy to exploit.”

Moreover, European riders are not at an advantage in terms of equipment.

Compared to the heavily armed Turanian cataphracts, the German knights were only protected by thin chainmail, and most of their warhorses only had metal protection on their heads, with no armor on their bodies. Only some knights' warhorses had cloaks for protection.

Such equipment levels are certainly no match for Turan's heavy cavalry, much less for the Samanid Savaran heavy cavalry and the Shaher armored cavalry.

However, this was already one of the better-equipped armed forces in the Christian world at that time.

Skip the thoughts in your mind and continue to observe the battlefield situation.

Despite their relatively poor equipment, the German knights' fighting courage is commendable.

Furthermore, the Turan army's frontline deployments were not comprised of its core main force, but rather of cannon fodder infantry and the "Hashaar" troop of forcibly captured slaves.

Therefore, when the German knights' warhorses charged in, these low-ranking infantrymen, lacking combat skills, were unable to resist and were instantly scattered.

The warhorses charged forward, and Turan's cannon fodder troops were mowed down in droves.

"Sadar, although their armor is rudimentary, their charging power should not be underestimated!"

Beside Nisa Sahini, a Chinese Confucian scholar wearing armor and a crown was recording the battle. Although he was a Confucian scholar, he was strong and healthy and knew how to make firearms and mechanisms, so he could be considered both a scholar and a warrior.

“Yes.” Nisa Sahinian looked at the scattered Turan vanguard, a hint of appreciation and affirmation flashing in her beautiful eyes. “I must admit, these Alman cavalrymen lacked armor, but their lances possessed immeasurable power!”

“However,” Nisa Sahinnian said with a seductive smile, her tone shifting, “bravery and fighting spirit alone are not enough to reverse the tide of battle, especially when you are already at a disadvantage and are exposing your weaknesses to your opponent.”

Then look back at the battlefield.

Turan's cannon fodder troops were in complete disarray, with soldiers trampling each other and scattering in all directions. However, their sheer numbers significantly slowed down the German knights' charge.

Faced with the slowdown of Turan's cannon fodder army, the German knights gradually slowed down. It was clear that their physical strength had been greatly depleted and they were showing signs of fatigue.

"Mo Dao soldiers, charge!"

Accompanied by a loud shout in Turkic, infantrymen wielding armor-piercing sabers immediately stepped forward from within the Turan army ranks.

These warriors, from city-states such as Balasagun and Balas Khan, inherited the battle tactics of the Tang Dynasty's Anxi Army.

Sharp blades were raised, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and cries of agony filled the air.

The German knights, trapped in the Turanian army and unable to move, were hacked to pieces by the anti-cavalry heavy infantry before they could fully fulfill their honor.

Swords clashed, and battle cries mingled.

The German knights shouted "Christ bless!" and drew their longswords to fight to the death. But how could the single sword of the European knights be a match for the horse-slaying broadswords of the anti-cavalry infantry?

A bloody battle raged, the iron blades gleaming.