The Mamelukes were not guards, and they would never stand guard for others.
They were born to kill. The only person who could command the protection of so many Mamelukes was the highest commander of the army, Aybak.
"The eastern world actually has an army like this!"
Putting down Abu Muslim's letter, Aybak slightly frowned.
As an army born for war, the Mamelukes were sent to cruel military camps to be groomed from a young age. Hundreds of Mameluke youths would fight in these training camps, and only the last one standing would become a Mameluke.
Through this cruel training and selection method, the Mamelukes had forged the reputation of being the strongest force in the Arabian Empire.
In this world, there were very few opponents worthy of the Mamelukes fighting. Countless so-called elite and strongest armies had ultimately fallen at the feet of the Mamelukes. It was the deaths of countless powerful armies that gave the Mamelukes their invincible reputation.
Aybak did not have much understanding of this army of the east known as the Wushang Cavalry, nor had he heard of them before. But Aybak knew of the Skyquaking Army. This was an army of giants that the empire had spent countless resources and resources to nurture through the use of ancient techniques. Even Aybak had to admit that the Skyquaking Army was extraordinary and could not be compared to ordinary armies.
And this army of the east had been able to cut through the God Armor of the Skyquaking Army as easily as cutting through melons. This alone was enough for Aybak to treat them with a serious attitude.
The Mamelukes had never feared formidable opponents, but the weapons that Abu Muslim had mentioned that could cut through the armor of the Skyquaking Army made him feel a deep apprehension. If what Abu Muslim had said was true, that these weapons could cut through the armor of the Skyquaking Army, then they could undoubtedly pose a threat to the Mamelukes as well.
"Based on what Abu Muslim says, only armor forged from Meteoric Metal can block this weapon, but Meteoric Metal is extremely rare. Where can I find enough to equip an entire army?" Wang Chong asked.
Aybak slightly frowned, a pensive look on his face.
The Mamelukes had never lacked the courage to fight, but they were no fools. Even Aybak had to take the Governor of Iron and Blood's words seriously. Aybak suddenly found this situation rather troublesome.
"Report!"
As he was thinking, a hurried voice interrupted Aybak's thoughts.
"Bastard! Didn't I tell you not to disturb me at this time? Have the remnants of Khorasan rebelled? "
Aybak harshly said.
Khorasan revolted, leaving rivers of blood and mountains of corpses in the city. The Mamelukes had once more displayed their cruel methods of suppression. It would take a long time to bury 300,000 corpses. But Aybak had always pursued the principle of eliminating all evil. Now that he had discovered that the old nobles of Khorasan had revolted, he would pull out the radish and bring out the mud.
Whether they were intentional or not, whether they were commoners or nobles, whether they were involved or not, as long as they had anything to do with the rebels, they would be exterminated, including their families and relatives. Three hundred thousand deaths was only the beginning for Aybak.
Thus, the people of Khorasan were in a state of panic, with people constantly coming to plead for mercy, hoping that the Mamelukes would stop here and not pursue the matter any further. There were even some Arab ministers and nobles among these people who were pleading for mercy.
This was also why Aybak had ordered that no one was allowed to enter the city.
"Milord, it's not him. That person did not come for the remnants of Khorasan. He … is very special. He told me to bring this to Milord. He said that Milord would understand once he saw it. "
The messenger's expression turned cold under Aybak's murderous gaze, and he did not dare to say anything else as he took out an item from his bosom.
"Bastard …"
Aybak was just about to curse when his eyes turned to the item in the messenger's hand. His pupils constricted as if he had been pricked by a needle. This was an ancient bronze token, its surface stained with blood. It gave off the feeling that it had experienced countless battles and had many stories to tell.
But what truly attracted Aybak's attention was not this token, but the golden-red sun symbol on the token.
"The token of the founder!"
Aybak's body trembled in shock.
This bronze token was very similar to the token of the Mamelukes that Aybak wielded. The only difference was that Aybak's token had a black crescent moon symbol, while this bronze token had a golden-red sun symbol. But even though they were different, any soldier of the Mamelukes would recognize this token.
This was because this was the token of the founder of the Mamelukes, Qutuz, from several hundred years ago. It was the earliest token of the Mamelukes.
In the Mamelukes and all of Arabia, Qutuz had enjoyed a resounding reputation. Even now, he was a role model for countless people and was praised as a mighty hero of Arabia. His status was unshakable. There were many legends about why Qutuz had founded the Mamelukes.
But among all these legends, there was one that was the most widely accepted and believed.
It was said that Qutuz had originally been a mercenary of the Arabian Empire, but after his defeat in battle, he was thrown into prison and became a slave. Through a series of coincidences, he caught the attention of a certain person and was taken out of prison. This person gave him a new identity and a formation, the one used by the Mamelukes.
It was rumored that Qutuz had been assisted by that person in establishing the first generation of the Mamelukes. Out of gratitude, Qutuz had forged a token. The golden-red sun on the token was the agreement between Qutuz and that person, and this token became the token of the Mamelukes' first generation. But not long after this token appeared, it vanished. No one knew where it had gone. Aybak had not expected to see this token at a time like this.
"Where is that person?"
Aybak's expression flickered as he suddenly asked.
"In the courtyard in the back."
The messenger lowered his head and sternly said.
Aybak's curiosity was piqued, and he temporarily pushed the matter of Talas to the back of his mind as he hurried toward the rear courtyard.
In the courtyard behind the white fortress, Aybak saw the person the messenger had spoken of. This person was thin and extremely tall, and he was dressed in a black robe that draped down to the ground, giving him an extremely mysterious appearance. Behind him, there were huge carriages that were several times larger than ordinary carriages. The wheels of the carriages were as tall as a person, and they were all wrapped in black cloth from top to bottom. At a rough glance, there were seventeen or eighteen of these carriages, some of which were even parked outside the courtyard.
"Just who are you people? Why do you have the Mamelukes' first generation token?"
Aybak coldly said, a hint of wariness in his eyes.
These people had appeared far too abruptly, and Qutuz's token had always been one of the greatest mysteries in history. Although Qutuz had left behind a decree stating that anyone with this token could command the entire Mameluke army and fulfill an agreement in his place, Aybak did not dare to relax his guard until he understood the identity and background of these people.
"Haha, Milord, there is no need to be nervous. It's fine if you are suspicious of us, but surely you don't even recognize this?"
The tall and thin man in black faintly smiled as he rolled up his sleeve, revealing a string of tadpole-like black divine characters on his wrist. These divine characters were like a bracelet that wrapped around his wrist, and in the very center was the image of a golden eye.
The Divine Temple!
Aybak's mind trembled and he lowered his head, his mind in great waves.
In the entire empire, the Divine Hall had the supreme power, representing the gods in heaven and the Caliph of the empire. They would not easily appear outside the imperial capital of Baghdad, nor would they easily contact outsiders. Aybak had never imagined that he would meet a priest of the Divine Temple in a place like Khorasan.
"So it was Venerable Priest. Aybak was rash. What orders does Venerable Priest have for coming here? "
Aybak respectfully said.
"Haha, it's not that I have any orders, but that the High Priest has ordered me to deliver a gift to Milord upon learning that Milord has encountered some difficulties. In addition, that Mameluke's first generation token is also the High Priest's, not mine. "
The tall and thin man in black grinned.
"What?!"
Aybak's body trembled, his eyes going wide as he raised his head.
The High Priest was the owner of the Mameluke's first generation token?!
Countless thoughts flew through Aybak's mind. He suddenly recalled Qutuz's last words. Could it be that the mysterious person who had helped Qutuz establish the Mameluke Army was actually the High Priest?
This was far too shocking!
But even so, Aybak's mind was filled with an even deeper doubt.
The High Priest was a lofty existence in the empire. No one could compare to him, and no one dared to offend him. Although Aybak was the commander of the Mameluke Army, he was still insignificant compared to the High Priest. Aybak had never had the chance to meet the High Priest, and the two of them had never had any contact.
Aybak truly did not understand why the High Priest would send someone at a time like this, and why he had even brought a gift.
"Venerable Priest, what sort of gift has the High Priest sent? Did the High Priest say anything else?"
"Haha, Lord Aybak, there is no need to ask. You will understand once you see."
As the tall and thin man in black spoke, he gestured towards the back. Hua, beside the carriage, a man with a sturdy figure and bulging muscles pulled forcefully, and the huge black cloth on the carriage was torn off. In a flash, countless soldiers looked over, and Aybak had an extremely focused expression on his face.
"This, this is …!!"
Even though Aybak had mentally prepared himself, he still couldn't help but tremble at the sight of what was on the carriage, his mouth wide open in shock.
Under the blazing sun of Khorasan, Aybak was shocked to see that the carriage that had been stripped of its black cloth was carrying a mottled and bumpy metal ball that was more than three men tall!
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