Rise In Calradia

"Are you sure they say so?"

Sultan Hakim sat at the table without raising his head, cutting the steaming roasted whole lamb with a knife in one hand, and put the fat and thin pieces of meat into his own mouth with the other, chewing with big mouthfuls. His mouth was full of oil, and he was different from the usual Sultan. Those who are familiar with Sudan will know that when the Sudan is so oblivious to etiquette and guards a roasted whole sheep and nibbling on it, it is never good news.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Sultan, everyone who came back has the same return. They all think it's not a good idea for us to attack that despicable Byron now." The Sultan's spy chief reported carefully, even if he saw that now Such a sultan still has to report such intelligence, how could he possibly be worried about his own fate.

"So, are you suggesting that I retreat?"

The Sultan did not stop, but the tent was deadly silent, the spy chief's cheeks and neck were covered with sweat, and no one dared to reply to His Majesty the Sultan at this time.

"Do you know what it means to retreat?" Sultan chewed, playing with the sharp knife in his hand to his spymaster.

"It means the failure of our plan to go west! It means that we spent weeks wasting so much gold and dates to get to this place for nothing! It means that Ali and thousands of heroic warriors died. Pointless! It means that after plundering my lands and blackmailing my loyal people and honest merchants, that vile and greedy heretic can come back to his ridiculous little castle unharmed to show off what he got out of shame. Gold and silver?! This means that the Sarandian sultan, their monarch is like a clown who can't protect himself, letting a ridiculous Swadian lord of humble origin be humiliated!" The sultan's tone was not The change is too big, and the expression only changes imperceptibly, but as long as you are not a fool, you should know that he is trying his best to hide the anger in his heart.

"Your Majesty the Sultan, no matter what, the enemy is still weaker than us. As long as you order, my subordinates will quickly bring you the deployment of the enemy. The victory is still yours." The spy chief couldn't think of a better way. Had to bite the bullet and say something nice that didn't seem so bad at the moment.

"A false lie is better than the worst bad news, I hope you understand."

The sultan's knife fell to his feet and slammed into the ground in front of him. The spy leader quickly knelt down. Although he had a good relationship with the sultan, the sultan would call him a friend in private. Banhu, who knows that one day this giant beast will be unhappy and swallow itself.

"Okay, let's step back, leave the necessary spies, and the rest will come back." The sultan waved his hand, the spy leader immediately nodded and stepped back, while the loyal generals of the sultan around the dining table all loosened up. tone.

"Inform the army, we will withdraw this afternoon. Go and gather the chiefs, and I will give them an explanation." Sultan Hakim grabbed the towel from the servant next to him, wiped it hard, and then threw the towel on the other side. The servant's face turned gloomy and left.

The generals did not dare to neglect, and immediately ran out to inform their subordinates and the chiefs who were still waiting for news in the tents. They knew that this western expedition would definitely not be able to continue, and the performance of the Sultan had already explained everything.

"We didn't make it." In the Sultan's marching bedroom behind the tent, the Sultan's third wife was serving him. She is not as powerful as the first wife, nor does she have a strong family and two sons as the backing of the second wife, but she is the most favored wife of Hakim Sultan and the smartest one. With her own wit and beauty, she can always ensure her status, and she will always be by her side when the Sultan goes to war.

"But you are not without gain. At least, the slaves will not make trouble for a long time. I was one of them, I am sure of this." She removed the robe and armor for the sultan and put on Meet the loose orange robes and gold-trimmed headscarves that the chiefs often wear, and whisper in his ear: "You have got what you want, Your Majesty. Your prestige is far greater than before, the slaves no longer dare to resist, you do not need to conquer the lord Make the chiefs strong and get what they want."

"Yeah, no one dares to question me now. It's just that the true God is above, and the price is too high. One of my loyal generals, thousands of expensive Mamluks, and a whole box of gold and gems." The Sultan sighed, and it seemed that he was really annoyed by the casualties and dinars he had paid.

"War always kills people. Swadia are broken like broken clay pots, but they are still as dangerous as dying lions. Those Mamluks will fall even if they don't die outside the city of Shariz. Under the castles of Rhodok and Swadia, they have gone to the gods to rejoice, and you need not worry about them. As for the gold and silver, those cunning merchants and greedy and cowardly commoners did not intend to give that The dinars are given to you, and that gold is neither tax nor duty, and if you can't get it, what's the loss?"

"You're right~www.readwn.com~ Although it's hard for me to agree, it does make me feel a lot better." Sultan smiled, and the dark clouds on his face faded a little. "I don't need to continue fighting that shameless man now, but in the name of the true God, I will make him pay the price sooner or later. By the way, and his **** accomplices, those self-righteous assassins, I will sooner or later. It will uproot Assassin and make them disappear from the world completely!" Sultan said this, and hugged her in his arms.

"You gave me a daughter, but I thought about it, we should also have a son, and when I'm done with those annoying guys, we can try again tonight..."

Later that day, Salander's army began to pack up their tents and retreat. Naturally, such a large-scale retreat could not be concealed from Byron's large number of scouts. The news quickly returned and the battle could finally end.

But at this time, on the road west of Fort Amira, a small episode was also going on at the same time.

On the newly renovated road leading to the castle, a Swadian woman was sitting in a wagon full of goods, with the big, strong and well-armed man beside her, directing the entire convoy. But where they didn't notice, some malicious eyes had been staring at them for a long time.