I was the Queen of Persia

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"In recent months, the Kanauj dynasty has again deployed troops on the Punjab border, which borders our country. These troops include not only infantry, cavalry, and elephants, but also a large number of gunpowder weapons."

"So why isn't the Queen Mother waging war against Turan now? It's because Hindustan is eyeing us covetously from behind."

Inside the residence and inn in Bukhara, Shahzani was discussing current affairs with her daughter, Farukzad.

"Your Majesty's insight is profound." Farukzad nodded thoughtfully. "However, I have a question. If the remnants of the Ghazni army can establish themselves there, wouldn't our powerful Saman army be even more invincible?"

“Remember, you can be contemptuous of the enemy tactically, but you must be extremely cautious strategically,” Shahzani said earnestly.

She was well-versed in Indian history and knew that although India had long been a land of martial virtue, its large population and abundant resources should not be underestimated.

In particular, the emerging Indian power created by the military conquerors of Central Asia, who combined relatively advanced Turkic-Persian military technology with the abundant resources of India, was quite formidable.

In the past, didn't the Delhi Sultanate of India, established by Turkic-Afghan people, repeatedly defeat the Mongol Empire, which was at its zenith?

Farukzad nodded solemnly, keeping his mother's teachings firmly in mind.

Stepping out of the mansion adorned with Persian arched patterns and onto the neatly arranged training square, one sees the crimson-clad Samanid army still actively training, displaying its formidable military might.

The Shaher Guard, with its soldiers and horses fully armored, heavily armed, and crimson robes, was particularly imposing.

The Persian-style four-mirror armor reflected the dazzling sunlight, gleaming brightly, and the powerful and robust armored horses resembled rows of steel machines.

The heroic names of "Rustam," "Gushaspu," and "Guldafarid" resounded through the sky amidst the chorus of the female warriors' shouts.

Shahzani firmly believes that even if Hindustan continues its aggressive tactics and intensifies its actions, the mighty army of Shahri in Iran will be able to teach them a heavy lesson.

Chapter 380 The Night of Defilement

The Sudetenland region in the heart of continental Europe.

The dark mass of Turan's army marched along the mountain path, their brown-black battle flags fluttering in the wind.

The fighting Sisters' forces stationed at Zola Fort have completely collapsed under the bombardment of Turanian rockets and incendiary bombs. This war-torn fortress has now become a temporary barracks for the Zagrik Special Forces.

As night fell, the Turan army stood guard all around Zolaburg.

Under the moonlight, rows of spiked wooden stakes stood upright, each bearing the naked corpse of a woman. The dried blood had stained the shackles black. These were members of the Sisters of the Nativity who had been captured after their defeat and were subjected to a common execution method in Central and Eastern Europe—piercing.

This is also the painful torment that the Zaghlitts enjoy "watching".

In the castle hall.

The crackling sound of burning firewood sent countless sparks flying in the fireplace, while the dim lamplight cast dappled shadows on the stone walls.

Screams echoed from one of the rooms, accompanied by a foul stench, making the already damp and decaying castle even more unsettling.

"Boom——"

Chaglitt, dressed in a thin nightgown, lay leisurely with a cup of mare's milk wine in his hand. He watched the fierce hand-to-hand combat unfold before him and grinned menacingly.

Five tall, burly Turan soldiers were torturing a naked woman. Their bulging, rock-like muscles pounded against each other, and their thick, powerful spears went in and out, each time drawing out thick, white fluid stained with blood. Before long, the Bohemian girl had been tortured to the point of death, her body completely drained of color.

"The Great Khan has already passed away."

A Kereit-Zub tribe soldier with his hair in a braid, holding his calloused, rough hand slightly to the girl's nose, reported to Chaglit.

"They are so vulnerable, as weak as sheep."

Chagli scoffed, “In that case, drag the corpse out and feed it to my sheepdogs. Oh, and by the way, cut off the most ‘essential’ part of her body, have the cooks prepare it and season it, and then present it to me.”

"Order."

“Wait a moment,” said Agent Chagli. “Bring me the captured female ranger captain as well.”

"As ordered."

After the soldiers withdrew, Zaghli picked up the roasted lamb leg from the plate and began to eat. Full and satisfied, he gazed contentedly at his "masterpiece"—which he had personally prepared—in the corner of the room.

The dozen or so captured battle nuns were all naked, their thighs spread into a "V" shape and bound together, heavy iron chains interlocking. Their vulva and anus were exposed to greedy eyes without any cover. If you got a little closer, you could even smell the fishy smell of intercourse emanating from inside and detect the white fluid dripping from them.

……

After a while.

"Bang—!"

With a dull thud, a battered body, tightly wrapped in a triangular loincloth, was thrown heavily in front of Turan Khan. Its hands were bound by heavy shackles, and its bare feet were covered in cuts and scratches from the jagged stones.

"You despicable heretic, I curse you!"

Chisevas's sharp gaze pierced through her disheveled hair and shot towards Chaglit.

“A curse? Heh.” Zagli Special Agent swirled the mare’s milk wine in his cup, his face full of disdain. “Your God is just a vague illusion, and he will not protect you defeated weaklings.”

“Shameless!” Chisevas cursed. “Your God will send you to Hellfire too!”

"Snapped!"

Suddenly enraged, the special agent Chagli rushed up to the female ranger and grabbed her chin:

"My god is my sword and my warhorse; with these things I conquer the world! Hah, you think all Turans believe in Allah? You're wrong! I don't believe in any Huda, Allah, or Tengri. True Turkic warriors have always only believed in the sword in their hands!"

The eyes of the Turan people are as sharp as those of a gray wolf.

But then, the laughter transformed into a mocking and contemptuous laugh, the natural mockery of a victor over a vanquished. With this subtle change in expression, the Chagli agent's hand moved to the woman's crotch, lifted the cloth covering her, and began to fondle her wantonly.

His technique was very skillful; in the past, his calloused, old fingers would always leave a damp spot where they touched. But this time, no matter how he penetrated, the female ranger captain's groin showed no reaction whatsoever, as if it were frozen solid.

Turan Khan's face darkened.

With a "hiss," the female ranger's modesty covering her crotch was completely torn apart.

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Chisevana struggled fiercely, kicking and struggling wildly in her shackles with her bare feet.

However, this struggle was in vain.

"you."

The Zaghli special agent gestured to one of his personal guards—a scarred Kimak man: "Quiet this mare down."

"Yes, Khan."

Kimak, his scarred face expressionless, accepted the order, then raised his armored arm and delivered a powerful punch. The punch sent blood gushing from Chisevanas's mouth and nose, knocking her unconscious.

“Very good, ‘Horse Trainer’ Daharchi, now remove the shackles. In the future, you will guard the door from the outside and not let anyone in,” Chagli gave the order.

With the shackles removed, King Turan Khan, satisfied, carried the unconscious female knight-errant into a private room.

……

at the same time.

The lower Rhine River, the city-states of Flanders.

The Dawn Crusade's initial victory not only reorganized the Flanders militia but also absorbed a large number of surrendered German puppet troops. After a period of consolidation and expansion following the war, the Dawn Crusade's strength increased several times over, and it also established a foothold in the lower Rhine.

"Excellent! The restoration of the holy land of Christ is just around the corner! Order the army to assemble and march south in full force!" said the Grand Marshal of the Crusades, Callithus, with delight.

“I suggest you rescind this order,” said Nisa Sahini, the special envoy of the Saman Empire, calmly.

"Oh? What do you mean by that?!" Karithus's face darkened.

“There’s an old saying in the Qin region of the far east: ‘Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will never be defeated.’ To win another battle, we must send out scouts to gather intelligence,” Nisa Sahinian said.

Karithus was very dissatisfied, but upon further reflection, he realized that the strategy was indeed correct. He then nodded in agreement with Nissa Sahinnian's suggestion to first send scouts disguised as civilians to travel south along the Rhine River to scout out enemy deployments and local conditions.

Europe is crisscrossed by waterways, and the Rhine River basin is no exception. The main force of Turan's forces along the river had been mobilized for battle, leaving only a few Germanic puppet troops with low loyalty to garrison the area. As a result, the scouts of the Dawn Crusade easily infiltrated the region.

Chapter 381 The Fall of the Female Ranger

Zolaburg in the Sudetenland Mountains, bathed in moonlight and starlight.

Inside the ancient castle, flickering with firelight, wild, unrestrained laughter mingled with piercing screams, echoing for a long time in the air above the ancient castle.

"Boom——"

Chagli pulled up his trousers, looked listlessly at the mess on the bed, kicked the nearly broken Chisevanas aside, and shouted towards the door, "'Horse Trainer' Daharchi!"

The fully armed Turan guards outside the door responded and entered: "Khan, what are your orders?"

"Tie this mare to a cage and don't give her any clothes! Remember, this is my mount. No one is allowed to touch it. Anyone who disobeys will be killed!" Chaglit took two steps, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Anyone who disobeys this order will be thrown into boiling oil and made to wish they were dead!" Khan Turan gritted his teeth again, emphasizing the consequences of disobeying the order.

In a sense, this was also said to his personal guards and close advisors.

"Yes, Khan." Daharchi didn't say much, bowing as usual to receive the order. Then, he raised his strong arm, lifted the naked female ranger captain, and walked towards the cell where special prisoners of war were held.

……

A dark and damp dungeon.

Chisevana was awakened by the pervasive stench.

But when she saw herself trapped in this desperate situation, and when she saw her body that had been violated again and again, this usually strong female ranger captain suddenly felt that she had been deeply defiled. A deep-seated shame welled up in her heart, and she could no longer suppress her emotions, breaking down in tears.

She was once a holy and proud warrior of the Fighting Sisters.

The Battle Sisters, which follow the chaste and ascetic principles of a certain branch of Christianity, require all members to not only be steadfast in their faith and of respectable birth, but more importantly, to remain virgins.

The most distinctive feature of this armed nun organization is the "holiness examination" before each morning prayer: all the female members stand naked in rows for a physical examination by older, devout nuns. Afterward, the nuns check each bed one by one, paying particular attention to whether there are any damp stains or other unclean things on the sheets.

Sexual intercourse, lewdness, self-gratification, and loss of virginity were all considered sinful and foolish acts, and were subject to severe punishment. Even if a nun accidentally wet the bed at night, it would be considered as "dreaming of the devil" and would incur the nuns' stern rebuke.

Her best friend and fellow warrior, Kaisa, a beautiful and holy female ranger captain with superb archery skills, was eventually expelled from the Sisters of the Order by the nuns because she repeatedly wet the bed in her sleep.

Her current situation is a hundred times worse than Kaisa's. In short, the Sisters' Order is gone forever; faith and chastity have vanished.

Thinking of this, a resolute look appeared on the female knight's tear-streaked face.

"hiss--"

She pulled a rope from the hay, tied it into a loop, and put it around her neck. She had decided to face death; even if she couldn't go to heaven, even if she couldn't be saved by the Lord, even if she had to wait for judgment somewhere in the underworld, none of that mattered to her anymore.

The rough noose gripped his throat tightly, and a feeling of suffocation instantly filled his chest, leaving his mind blank.

Sudden.

"Snap—!"

She sensed a sharp flash of iron light, and the noose snapped instantly. Losing her balance, she fell heavily onto the cold ground. Her eyes slowly opened, and she saw a tall, imposing figure standing coldly before her.

It was Daharchi, the "horse tamer," the personal guard under Turan Khan.

“To commit suicide is the act of a coward,” Daharchi said expressionlessly.

"Heh. Stop with your hypocrisy! You just want to see me make a fool of myself." Chiseva sneered, turning her face halfway away and smoothing the messy hair on her forehead.

Daharchi stepped forward, picked up a bundle of dry grass, and covered the female ranger's body. This slightly friendly gesture surprised Chisevas, and her inner resistance lessened somewhat.

Daharchi turned his face away and said in a low but clear voice:

“I know you must hate Zaghlittgin, but you’re going to die and you won’t be able to get revenge. If you want revenge, I have a way.”

"What method?" Chisevana squinted her eyes suspiciously.

“You feign submission and obedience to get close to him. Over time, as he gradually lowers his guard, your opportunity to act will come,” Daharchi said.

After hearing his explanation, Chisevas couldn't help but scoff contemptuously: "Do you think I'm a fool? If I really got close to him, would he just let me go? Let me carry out my revenge?"

“That’s your problem. You can choose to refuse my suggestion. Anyway, if you don’t do it, someone else will.” Daharchi stood up and walked towards the cell door.

"Wait, who exactly are you?"

Who I am is not important; you should choose your own path first!

Having said that, Daharchi locked the prison door again and left the dimly lit corridor.

In fact, Daharchi had already been bribed by the Samanid Empire's intelligence agency.

After that, this Kimak man, for his own selfish reasons, decided to maintain a temporary "cooperation" with the Saman Empire, not only secretly providing the Saman Empire with a large amount of intelligence, but also secretly recruiting other forces.

His actions tonight were also at the behest of the Samanid Empire.

But that was not his intention.

……

Back to that dark, stinking dungeon.

Chisevas sat on the rough hay, hugging her knees, lost in thought.

“No, that Turan man is right. I cannot die as humbly as a maggot. Before I go to meet my death, I must send that tyrannical Khan Turan to meet their God…”