"Hey!" In the dungeon of the former Governor's Mansion in Kesai City, the sobs were rising and falling, occasionally mixed with a few painful gasps. It was really heartbreaking for the listeners and weeping for the listeners.
In the pitch-black cell, where he couldn't even see his fingers, Salah Ahmed Huda fell on a pile of stale spring wheat straw and almost went crazy.
As a famous third-generation nobleman from Bukhara, he was born into a wealthy family, but he had never suffered such a crime, and he had never discovered that he was so afraid of the dark.
Just by looking at the word Huda in this man's name, you can tell that he is a descendant of a noble family with real heritage.
Because the ancestor of the Samanid royal family was called Samman Huda.
Saman Huda is a descendant of the Sasanian Persian king Bahram VI, and the ancestors of Bahram VI can be traced back to the Parthian Empire.
Did you see that when the Chinese people were shouting that the princes and generals should be peaceful, and the so-called aristocratic families that had existed for thousands of years were gradually being crushed to pieces?
In the land of Persia, the rulers have only changed people, but they have never changed families. It is still the royal family that has been passed down for thousands of years and continues to rule here.
‘Hiss!’ Salah accidentally touched the scar on his butt and took a sharp breath.
This was a scar left after receiving fifteen military sticks. Thinking of this, this young man from an established noble family couldn't help but shed tears.
He hated himself so much now. Why did he talk so loudly in Bukhara just for the sake of a little admiration from others?
In fact, he was just a playboy who had read a few military books that he didn't understand, and learned a little bit from his family's retainers.
As a result, with the added glory of his family background, Salah, who had never been in a military camp for a day, became a famous military strategist in the circle of nobles in Bukhara with his open mouth. Many people who heard him boast praised him for his great ability.
Talent.
"I guess Prince Hamid still thinks he is very smart, right?
While retaining Hussein, a general who really knows military skills, the person sent to Juzhanti is also the nobleman in Bukhara who is best at leading troops in war."
Salah murmured, he estimated that he would definitely die here.
Squeak! The wooden door of the dungeon was opened from the outside, and Salah trembled all over.
In the past five days, he was beaten three times a day and one day every two days. After the beating, he was treated for his injuries. The jailer seemed to know how to torture people. He was often so painful that he wished he could be stabbed to death on the spot.
"Salah, come out to eat! After this meal, you will be free tomorrow?"
A young man in Tsing Yi looked at Salah, but the corners of his mouth raised seemed a bit teasing.
Salah didn't hear anything, but he heard the words that he would be free tomorrow, and he was immediately overjoyed.
Could it be that Juerhan was showing mercy and wanted to let him go? I must have heard wrong, right?
Out of caution, Salah still asked.
"Of course you heard it right!" The young man answered in the affirmative, but the ridicule and teasing at the corner of his mouth became more obvious.
"Because tomorrow you will be cut into pieces and die. Your head, limbs, heart, liver, intestines, lungs and belly will fall to the ground. You will no longer have to endure the beatings of the jailer. Isn't that a relief?"
It turned out that it was such a way to escape, but it was torn into pieces by the war horses, so of course it was released.
Wow! Salah burst into tears immediately. He didn’t want to die!
"Mr. Dihkan, could you please ask the Great Khan for a favor? My family belongs to the Bukhara clan. As long as the Great Khan is willing to let me go, I am willing to pay 10,000 silver coins to redeem my life!"
At the critical moment of life and death, Salah still knew that crying alone was useless. He forced himself to calm down and begged for mercy.
"Sarah Hakeem, do you think the noble Ju'er Khan would be short of ten thousand silver coins?" Guo Tiance sneered.
"His Majesty the Great Khan has conquered all nations. He is the work of all the Khans. He is extremely noble. Mountains of gold and silver are inexhaustible. In the eyes of the Great Khan, ten thousand silver coins are like ten thousand grains of coarse wheat!"
His Majesty Ju'er Khan's greatest pleasure is to see his enemies kneeling before him and begging for mercy. Don't let your eyes get dirty with silver coins or whatever!"
It’s easy to do it without asking for money, but to kneel down and beg for mercy! Salah’s eyes lit up, and he knelt down in front of Guo Tiance with a thud.
"Dihekan, I know how to kneel down and beg for mercy! You see, I can kneel down and beg in front of you. I will beg for mercy however Juerhan wants me to kneel down and beg for mercy!"
"He~tui!" Guo Tiance couldn't help but spit.
"Hakem, are you trying to make someone laugh? Who are you? You are just a Hakem, and you are not a big shot even in Samampos. Do you deserve to be the enemy of His Majesty the Great Khan? Are you qualified?
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Salah was stunned, that's right! He was just a Hakeim, he was not worthy of being Ju'er Khan's enemy, and he would not even be a minister of Ju'er Khan.
What should we do then? Is it true that it can only be quartered by five horses?
"Perhaps... you can convince a guy who is qualified to be the enemy of the distinguished Ju'er Khan to surrender to Ju'er Khan in exchange for a chance of survival." Guo Tiance began to persuade.
Salah also quickly used his little brain to figure out who is qualified to become the enemy of Juer Khan. So who can be among Samampos?
Emir Nasr II of course?
Ugh! If Nasr II was willing to surrender, how could he still run away to the war?
Recalling his father-in-law's vicious and arrogant temper, Salah quickly shook his head.
"This is not possible! His Highness the Emir will definitely not be willing to do so, and there is nothing I can do to persuade you!"
What kind of 'senior' talent are you? Guo Tiance's mouth almost opened in an O shape. Who the hell said Emir Nasr II?
If your Majesty can force Nasr II to surrender, why should we specially capture you? The big shots in Bukhara actually sent someone with such intelligence to turn the tide, tsk tsk!
"Of course His Highness the Emir refused, because he did not see the power of Ju'er Khan, but think about it again, is it possible that someone with a lower status than His Highness the Emir in Bukhara would be willing to surrender to Ju'er
Sweaty?"
Scared and anxious, Salah, who was about to pee his pants, suddenly became clear-headed.
He suddenly felt that the young noble next to Ju'er Khan opposite was guiding him with words. They didn't want to kill me now? What did they want to do?
As soon as the two question marks appeared, they were immediately put to death by Salah. No matter what they wanted to do, the most important thing was to save his life as soon as possible and get out of this prison.
"Yes! In addition to His Highness the Emir, Bukhara also has Great Salar. The Crown Prince Hamid has the most noble status and is qualified to submit to His Majesty Juer Khan."
Salah finally said the name Guo Tiance wanted to hear, and Guo Tiance's expression softened immediately.
"Really? Can Hakeem persuade Prince Hamid?
We, the Khans, have actually heard of Prince Hamid’s reputation. We often say that Prince Hamid has been the crown prince for twenty years and has handled things very well both inside and outside the palace.
It’s just a pity that His Highness Emir Nasr II is in good health. I’m afraid Prince Hamid will have to wait another twenty years, right? Haha! How can there be a prince who has been in the world for forty years?”
Tuqiongdagger has met! Salah vaguely guessed what Juerhan was going to do? They wanted to stir up civil strife in Saman Persia and then make profits from it. This must be the case!
However, this is none of his business. Salah thought for a moment. Samandro has a vast territory and a large population. No matter how powerful Juer Khan is, it is impossible for him to swallow him up. A small betrayal on his part should not be a big problem.
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Even if there was, Salah decided not to care. Nothing was more important than his own survival.
"I also asked Dihkan to report back to His Majesty Juer Khan, saying that Salah agreed to persuade Hamid to surrender. As long as the Great Khan pardons me, Prince Hamid will definitely come to surrender in person within half a month."
‘Pah!’ A big dick hit Salah’s face!
The right side of the fair-skinned Hakem's face suddenly swelled up. He looked at Guo Tiance in horror, wondering why he had to be slapped?
"Does Hakeem think you are a fool? If we let Hakeem go, I'm afraid you will immediately persuade His Highness the Emir to send troops to fight us in a bloody battle!"
Amid the sneer, Guo Tiance threw a piece of parchment and a quill in front of Salah.
"If Hakeem really wants His Majesty Juer Khan to release you, then write a letter to Prince Hamid.
Tell your highness the prince that we only want the land of Khanna and have no idea about the rich land in the river.
Even His Majesty Juer Khan does not want Prince Hamid's surrender. We just want to reach a win-win deal with the prince.
If His Highness the Prince does not want to be the Crown Prince for forty years, or even die at the hands of Bale Ami and others in the near future, he might as well offer us a price that is satisfactory to us. His Majesty Juer Khan likes to fulfill other people's dreams the most!"
Salah touched his still hot face, his head was nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, and an idea suddenly appeared in his mind uncontrollably.
If Juerhan is really willing to keep his promise, it would be a good choice.
Compared with the old, suspicious and cruel Nasr II, there are actually many people who hope that Prince Hamid will succeed to the throne, including himself.
"Here, open the door! Let the distinguished Hakeem Salah move to live next door to a certain person. Get the wine and food ready quickly, and find a beautiful little lady!"
When Guo Tiance saw that Salah was more willing, he immediately changed his expression. Not only did he let Salah out of the prison, but he also thoughtfully prepared good wine, meat and a wife.
Salah was also overjoyed to finally be able to leave this hellish place.
"Hakem, since you have agreed to this thing that is beneficial to both of us, then if we propose the direction of the war, can it be that Hakem steps forward to persuade the city gate to be opened?"
Guo Tiance asked with a smile, but that smile always made Salah uncontrollably chill. After hesitating for a moment, he immediately nodded.