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Chapter 38: Wild Spurting on the Red River (4) Sadiq (Part 2)

 When he rode his horse over the stone bridge named Idruth, the saint of Islam, Orgler sighed.

The tribe he is in is the real Hazara tribe, the real tribe where the commanders of the Mongolian army in the west are located, but among the current Hazara people, the number is the smallest, with less than three thousand households!

But only the old people in their tribe knew that this bridge was constructed by Han craftsmen from Dadu.

That's what the so-called world changes, white clouds and dogs mean.

....

In a room surrounded by exquisite Persian tapestries, there is also an exquisite crystal lamp hanging in the middle - this was stolen by Sadik from the Mughal Palace. It was originally placed in Kabul, but now it has been moved here by Sadik.

The outer decoration of the crystal lamp is covered with gold foil, and the candlestick is made of silver. There are a total of sixteen candles with sixteen candles inserted on it, but now only two are lit.

It’s not Sadiq who is saving money. Whether he is following Nadirsha to rob India or following Durani to enter the palace for the second time, he has robbed a lot of money. Moreover, he is the leader of the large tribe in China second only to Durani people. It is not time to cry and be poor.

The room is very empty, with a sky at the top. Under the reflection of only two candles, Sadiq and Orgrad sit opposite each other very dim.

Sadik is entertaining Orgrad.

Orgrad couldn't help but be a little flattered.

In the past, his tribe was also an insignificant existence among the Hazara people. Big people like Sadik didn't know his name at all, but now he actually arranged for himself to have dinner with him!

Although he has never dealt with him before, Orgrad knows Sadiq.

The Pashtuns are definitely the masters who do not show off their eagles. Durani, Mahmoud, and Sadiq are all such people. Such ethnic groups and such people obviously have no loyalty. They only respect the power, Nadirsha and Durani are such power.

They are awe of such people, not the dynasty they established!

How could such a person give up the famous city of Kabul and Ghazni in vain?

Obviously, Sadiq felt a huge threat before doing so.

Otherwise it would be too strange.

So what else can scare Sadiq in the whole of Afghanistan?

Timur sweat?

Impossible.

Truchen?

It is possible, after all, Truchen's powerful force even Dulani, who is known as the pearl of all Afghans, was defeated.

However, in Orgrad's mind, it was because the Truqins did not penetrate deep into Afghanistan. In this country full of mountains, it was almost impossible to completely conquer the Afghans. The Mongols in the past were so powerful and cruel, but they were still useless. Instead, they melted themselves into it.

Afghanistan is their foundation. The defeat they suffered in the past was either flat Hualazimo or Persia. In the mind of Orgrad, such defeat would only make the Afghans give up their ambition to fight everywhere, but it does not mean that they are willing to hand over Afghanistan!

Sadik, who was hidden in the shadow opposite, was also eating silently, and he could not see any expression from Orgrad's perspective.

But for Orgrad, the emergence of Truchen was the only opportunity for his small tribe to make a comeback. In Afghanistan, there is no such thing as sleeping on firewood and enduring humiliation. It either shines brightly or perishes, and there is no third way to go.

If you don't come forward, you will perish.

Thinking of this, Orgler couldn't help but think of a song sung by the old people in the tribe that was obviously written in Mongolian.

The song is long and profound, just like the epics of all tribes, and it is also the warriors in the tribe. He didn't think so before, but now it seems that the song says "The gold of the Bamiyang River is a shame to be picked up by a despicable person, but it is always better than an ordinary grain of sand."

If gold is either picked up or buried under ordinary gravel, it will perish for the tribe.

Unless someone stronger snatches your gold!

Who is this person?

A person suddenly appeared in Orgrad's mind.

This person is about the same age as Sadiq, but he is skinny, with thick eyebrows, deep eyes, gray eyes, and long eyelashes even cover his eyes. His thin hands are dark and rough, and he has a big beard to his abdomen.

Mahmoud!

Mahmood occupied Herat, the important western city, and the large temple in Herat is the most magnificent temple in Afghanistan. Mahmood himself presided over the temple, and the name of the Great Mahmood led 100,000 Western Pashtun households!

Mahmoud naturally participated in the war with Persia and India, but he never fought in person, but instead fought as a military grand maulla!

"So that's how it is"

After gnawing the last piece of sheep bone, Orgler finally understood.

"Mahmood is stationed in Herat, and is still far from the Balanger Oasis, and will not pose any threat to him at all. However, Sadiq can take the initiative to give up Kabul, a famous city that is no less than Herat, not because of Timur, who is still dry, but because of Mahmood."

"If he occupied Kabul, then Mahmoud would come to attack him under the name of attacking the Shah against the rebellious people. The Sadik tribe claimed to have more than 50,000 accounts, but in fact he could only control 30,000 accounts directly, and a large number of Girzai people were stranded in Kabul and Ghazni."

"And the entire western Afghanistan is almost Mahmoud's world. As soon as he showed off his identity as a big mullah, he could easily summon 50,000 cavalry!"

"In addition to Timur Khan's 20,000 Durani cavalry, it's easy to destroy him, Sadiq"

"So, accepting the Truchens' arrangement was his only chance, but why did he recruit me here at the critical moment when the attack on Mazarri Sharif is about to begin?"

"Although I am nominally the leader of the entire Hazara tribe and can dispatch 30,000 cavalry, he, Sadik, cannot not know what the real situation is."

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After a while, Sadik opposite him obviously finished eating first. He threw the knife that cut the mutton into the silver plate with a bang, and the movement made immediately brought Orgler back to his senses from his imagination.

Sadik was wiping his mouth with a white silk handkerchief, and then his pair of triangular eyes were staring at him fiercely!

Orgrad was shocked.

"Have you done something wrong?"

He was about to ask him carefully, but there was a sound of the door, and someone came in.

Orgrad looked back and saw that this time it was not as simple as being shocked.

He had seen a few people who came in, but all of them were beyond his expectations!

The first man who was big and thick in Uzbek clothes turned out to be Rasim, the great chief of Mazarisha Sharif!

The other two are the leaders of Kunduz, Talukan, who were just elected by the people there as Sultan's Samusak and Narbatu!

Samusak seemed to be a little shocked, while Narbatu's expression was the same as Rasim.

This is easy to understand. Samusak was the grandson of Yamato Zhuo. After fleeing to Kundus, he only appeared as an ordinary imam. Although he claimed to be a descendant of a saint, this name was very useful in peacetime and not easy to use during wars, especially in Afghanistan, which respects the strong as the most.

Narbatu is different. He is the Sultan of Kokan and came to Talucan with his armed forces. He also claims to be a descendant of the saint, a sultan, a saint. It is no surprise that he was elected as a sultan by the Talucan people after the armed forces.

These three people were originally scheduled targets for siege, how could they all appear here?!

Sadik didn't seem to want to solve the mystery so early, but walked slowly to the crystal lamp and lit up all the fourteen candles with an exquisite lighter given by the Truchens.

The room is as bright as daytime!

Only then did Orgrad see Sadik's face.

That was a proud, cunning, cruel, and joking face!

"Do you have many questions?"

Sadik walked to Orgrad and bent down and asked.

Orgler's heart seemed to pop out, but he still nodded with a forced nod.

"Very good", Sadik paced in the hall with his hands behind his back.

His voice was sharp and hoarse, very much like the night owl in the mountains of Afghanistan, making people feel a little creepy.

"If I guess correctly, Mahmood's army has arrived in Chahchalam"

Chahchalan, an ancient city located in the middle on the avenue between Kabul and Herat.

"He has issued a holy war order to the whole territory to fight against the rebellious Timur Khan, and has sent someone to inform me before"

Orgrad finally calmed down.

"It is obvious that Mahmoud is preparing to overthrow Timur Khan, and then he has already had the intention to take office, and Sadik has known it early in the morning. He knew that he could not resist him and took the initiative to give up Kabul and Ghazni."

"Temur Khan has 20,000 well-equipped cavalry under his command, and there are also Girzai people, Tajiks, Uzbeks, and Timur is extremely licentious, but he knows to win over these tribes, so he can also mobilize an army with a population of about 50,000"

"It is not easy for Mahmud to defeat him easily and capture Kabul. Both sides will definitely win and lose in a row around the Kabul River. Timur Khan can escape from Khyber Pass and Jalalabad and Peshawar"

"But anyway, after a series of wars, the Pashtuns in Herat were also severely damaged, and then Sadiq will have a chance"

"No, once the Herats enter Kabul, Kandahar, the old nest of the Durani people to the south, will not be unresponsive. Kandahar Governor Ibn is Timur's younger brother!"

"I understand, there are still a large number of Baloch people in southern Herat, all of whom are fanatical followers of Mahmoud. Obviously, these Baloch people are used to restrain Ibn!"

"But Sadiq is so sure that he can become a selves?"

"I am just a little person, so how could I let the famous Sadiq deal with me specifically?"

Orgrad stood up.

At this moment, the pride of the descendants of the Mongolian army in the west finally filled his heart.
Chapter completed!
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