"Our people have been driven out of the Chinese's castle?" Mehmed Mahdi asked. Aziz looked at the messenger in surprise. "Are you sure it's everyone?"
"Lord Aziz, it's true that all of our people have been driven out." The messenger bowed slightly. He couldn't show the slightest disrespect to this group of masters, especially this Lord Aziz who killed without batting an eyelid.
Mohammed? Aziz stroked the mustache on his lean face. As the representative of Lord Mahdi, Muhammad Abdul Aziz After Aziz met with the Chinese governor in Khartoum, Wang Mingshan, Wang Mingshan immediately drove all the spies in the Chinese governor's stronghold out of the fortress. There was only one possibility. The Chinese already knew of Lord Mahdi's entire plan.
Even if he thought of such a terrible situation, Mohammed? Aziz's face still didn't show the slightest hint of unease or anxiety. He stroked his beautiful beard for a while, then waved his hand to dismiss the messenger. When only the people he trusted were left in the room, Mohammed said, "The people at the east gate are our own people. Aziz said, "The people at the east gate are our own people. See if they have also been mobilized. Also, immediately send someone to report the news to Lord Mahdi and ask him to make a decision. When you see Lord Mahdi, please tell him that I can only guarantee that the few gates here will be open for three days. If it's any longer, I can't guarantee it. "
Mohammed? Aziz's men were immediately dispatched, while Mohammed Mohammad Ali Aziz didn't stay idle either. He got up and left his residence, heading straight to a relatively remote place in the city.
There was a saying that "Whatever you walk will leave a trace". Humans, like other creatures, would feel uneasy in unfamiliar environments. Moreover, humans would work hard to adapt to the environment they lived in. In ancient times, Khartoum was a desolate forest. At the beginning of the 13th century, the Mahasi people of the Sultan tribe migrated south across the desert. Because the land here was fertile and there was an abundance of water, they settled here and named the place "Lol Thom", which meant "the intersection of the river and spring".
In the 15th century, the Arabs began to move southwards in large numbers, and Gertom became a transportation hub and a trading market. This small village slowly transformed into a city. After the confluence of the Blue and White Nile in Khartoum, the terrain of the confluence looked like an elephant's trunk from afar, so the Arabs changed the name to "Khartoum", which means "like a trunk" in Arabic.
The Chinese had been here for more than ten years, and Khartoum had expanded rapidly. The number of Chinese -style brick houses had increased rapidly, and it had already exceeded the size of the entire city by nearly half. Most of the people living in these brick houses were black. Judging from their appearance and accent, many of them had followed the Chinese from Tanzania and other places in East Africa.
Muhammad? Aziz covered his face with a headscarf like everyone else and strode through the area that was dominated by black people. After walking a few streets, he arrived at the entrance of a small, isolated courtyard. Deftly reaching through a crack in the broken wooden fence and unlatching the inner latch, Mehmed al-Baghdadi Aziz entered the courtyard.
There were masked Arab women in the courtyard. Aziz was not too surprised after seeing Mehmed al-Baghdadi. She quickly went into the house to report. A moment later, a middle-aged Arab with a short knife on his waist walked out of the house.
"God bless you, you seem to be in good health." Aziz greeted the middle-aged man in front of him in a gentle tone.
The middle-aged man stared at Mehmed al-Baghdadi. Aziz stared at him for a while before saying somewhat impatiently, "God bless you."
"Sir, why would an eagle like you submit to a sparrow? Your tribe has always been the most powerful leader here, and was once the largest slave trader in the entire Nile. Why are you living among the black people that you once sold? Are you really going to give up on your past glory? " Mehmed al-Baghdadi said straightforwardly. It was good to be so direct with the person in front of him. For the past 50 years, the Digna tribe had been the largest slave trader in the Nile Valley. That was until the Chinese arrived in Sudan, occupied Khartoum, and abolished the slave trade.
"No matter what, I will not serve your Mahdi." The unidentified middle-aged man from the Digna family still sounded very impatient.
"Three days. It's very likely that a war will break out in three days. Sir, if you are willing to join us, we would welcome you and your people to join us. " After Aziz finished speaking, he bowed and left the courtyard under the unfriendly gaze of the other party.
First the Digna family, and then Mehmed? Aziz visited the families who had lost their source of income because of China's rule in Sudan. A family of slavers. There were also clans that were once extremely arrogant in their native lands, but were beaten to the point that they had no choice but to move to China to survive. There were also families that had monopolized the trade routes, but due to the rise of railroads and shipping, they were reduced to working as porters.
In this Khartoum city, there were too many people of all walks of life who had undergone great changes in the past ten years. Although they had completely different experiences, these people had something in common when it came to their fate being changed by the Chinese.
There was activity inside the city, and it was the same outside the city as well. Muhammad? Aziz's cronies boarded a boat at the dock and went down the river. After the Blue Nile River and the White Nile River converged in Khartoum, they were clearly divided in the riverbed. Half of the river was blue, while the other half was white. Perhaps he was used to such beautiful scenery, or he was too emotional, but the messenger did not look at the river at all. After traveling for dozens of miles, he stopped at a small dock by the river. The messenger got off the boat and went straight to the nearby village. Originally, he only needed to pass the message to the local contact person. Unexpectedly, the contact person did not let him go. Instead, after some questioning, he was brought to the village.
The messenger entered a house under the surveillance of several people. After seeing the person in the house, the messenger was stunned at first, but then he excitedly went forward and bowed. "Sir Mahdi, you're finally here!"
The person sitting in the middle of the house was Mahdi. Although he was only wearing a very ordinary white robe similar to that of an ascetic monk with patches, Mahdi, a big shot, showed strong confidence in his every movement. He stood up and took the messenger's hand. "Allah bless you, Brother Patu. Aziz asked you to tell me what's new. "
The messenger, Patu, did not expect Mahdi to remember his name, and he immediately became happy. Regardless of the hardships of the journey, Patu told Mahdi what happened in Khartoum. After he finished, he realized that the other two men in Arab clothes in the house were actually Europeans.
"Brother Patu, you've worked hard." Mahdi's voice was not loud, but it contained the strength of his heart. "Do you want to rest first, or go back and bring the news to Brother Aziz?"
"I'll go back now. May I know what news you want me to bring? "Patu was excited, but he lowered his voice. As he spoke, he could not help but glance at the other two Europeans in Arab clothes.
Mahdi did not say anything in the house. He took Patu's hand and went out of the house. When Patu felt safe, he told him the new order.
After sending off Patu, Mahdi returned to the house, and a subordinate reported to him. "Sir, the tribe's leader is here."
As he spoke, a few old men filed in, and when they saw Mahdi, they first bowed. Then the leading old man said, "Sir Mahdi, our tribe is not willing to participate in the battle you initiated. Those Chinese have no enmity with us, and many of the young people in the tribe are still farming on their land. We are willing to serve you as our leader, but we are not willing to fight. "
When Mahdi's subordinates heard this, their faces immediately turned hostile. Mahdi just waved his hand, and his subordinates temporarily took a few steps back. Mahdi walked in front of the local tribe's old man and asked, "Brother, do you believe that everything in this world was given to us by Allah?"
"Yes!" The old man immediately replied. After saying that, he saw that the few people behind him did not say anything, so he turned his head and looked over. The few people behind him did not understand the meaning behind Mahdi's question, so they did not answer immediately. When they saw the gaze of the old man in front of them, they immediately replied, "We believe."
"In that case, these lands and cows were all bestowed upon us by Allah," Mahdi continued calmly.
"These cows are reared by the Chinese …" A middle-aged man looked at him with some doubts in his heart.
"Yes. These cows are reared by the Chinese, but isn't it Allah who allowed them to rear the cows here? "Mahdi continued to ask.
This train of thought was a little jumpy, and the few local tribe leaders could not keep up with Mahdi's train of thought. They looked at each other in confusion, and the old man in the lead asked carefully, "Respected Sir Mahdi, if the Chinese reared the cows are obeying Allah's will, then wouldn't it be even more impossible for us to lay our hands on them?"
"How can Allah's will be so simple?" Mahdi's tone was calm, but his expression and attitude were so sacred that it made people have the urge to lower their heads.
Mahdi explained with an extremely persuasive attitude and aura, "Allah will not care for the Khaffirs, and Allah will only bless his believers. Allah's will allowed the Khaffirs to open up land and rear cows here. And everything they did was to leave these to us. As long as we follow Allah's will and send these Khaffirs to hell, while glorifying Allah, we will naturally obtain everything that Allah has bestowed upon us. "
The few local tribe leaders were initially confused by the logic, but the first one to understand was the old man in the lead. The old man's eyes flashed with excitement after understanding, but he could not help but reveal some hesitation on his face. "Respected Sir Mahdi, are you saying that we should snatch those cows through war?"
This attitude of fear of war made Mahdi's subordinates very unhappy, but Mahdi waved his hand lightly to calm them down.
With a sacred aura, Mahdi continued, "Brothers, the judgment of good and evil isn't up to us. We are Allah's believers, and Allah's servants. All good and evil are decided by Allah, and what we need to do is to obey Allah, follow Allah, and increase Allah's glory. As for good and evil, Allah has already stated clearly in his scriptures. "
After finishing his reasoning, Mahdi took a step forward and stood in front of the few tribal leaders. He changed his tone and questioned them sternly. "Could it be that all your problems are because you are afraid to sacrifice for Allah? Are you afraid to fight for Allah? "
The old man in the lead was shocked by this question, and quickly shook his head and waved his hands to clear his name. "No, no! Absolutely not! Respected Sir Mahdi, we are definitely not afraid to sacrifice for Allah. "
But Mahdi did not pursue him. He took a step back, and began to recite the Green Scripture in a voice that, with the help of his talent, was particularly persuasive. "In religion, there is no compulsion; for good and evil are clearly distinguished. Whoever does not believe in the devil but believes in Allah, has grasped a firm and unbreakable handle. Allah is all-hearing and all-knowing. "
The few tribal leaders were stunned by this voice, this attitude, and this sacred atmosphere.
"With regards to religion, there is absolutely no compulsion; for good and evil are truly distinct. Whoever does not believe in the devil but believes in Allah, has grasped a firm and unbreakable handle. Allah is all-hearing and all-knowing. " Mahdi's subordinates also chanted the scriptures. When everyone chanted at the same time, there wasn't a strong sense of holiness like when Lord Mahdi led the chanting. However, everyone's voices were louder and gave off a more powerful feeling.
Moreover, according to the practice of the Green Sect, when they recited the scriptures, the others had to follow suit. The villagers followed and recited in a low voice. "With regards to religion, there is absolutely no compulsion; for good and evil are truly distinct. Whoever does not believe in the devil but believes in Allah, has grasped a firm and unbreakable handle. Allah is all-hearing and all-knowing. "
Lord Mahdi continued to recite, "The truth comes from your Lord. Whoever believes, let him believe. Whoever does not believe, let him not believe."
The crowd chanted one after another, "The truth is revealed by your Lord. Whoever is willing to believe, let him believe. Whoever is unwilling, let him not believe."
Finally, Mahdi recited, "O you who do not believe! I do not worship what you worship, and you do not worship what I worship; I do not worship what you worship, and you do not worship what I worship; you have your retribution, and I have mine. "
The crowd chanted again, "People who don't believe in God! I do not worship what you worship, and you do not worship what I worship; I do not worship what you worship, and you do not worship what I worship; you have your retribution, and I have mine. "
Lord Mahdi did not add any new scriptures. He led his subordinates and fellow townspeople to recite these verses repeatedly. After reciting it several times, the old man's expression was puzzled at first, then he pondered. Finally, his brows relaxed, and he revealed a look of sudden realization.
He first bowed to Mahdi, then said with some excitement, "Respected Lord Mahdi, just now, I was using my personal evaluation of good and evil to replace Allah's evaluation of good and evil. The good and evil that I personally think of is not the good and evil that Allah recognizes. Do you think this is correct? "
When Mahdi's subordinates heard this, they revealed an unhappy expression that said, "You only realized it now?" However, Mahdi did not show the slightest displeasure. Not only did he not show any displeasure, Mahdi said to the old man with joy that came from the bottom of his heart, "You have finally begun to understand Allah's thinking. We believe in Allah, and we have to follow Allah's rules. "
The old man seemed to have understood, but the others did not. However, with the old man who had already understood, it became much easier to explain. After more than ten minutes, those who did not understand finally understood this logical chain.
Allah saw that the local believers were poor, so he used his will and divine power to let the Kaffirs come to Sudan to cultivate the land and raise cattle. After helping Khafir complete this task, the local believers of Allah would face the test that Allah bestowed upon them. If these believers of Allah were willing to pick up their weapons and follow Lord Mahdi to kill all the Kaffirs, the cultivated land, the cattle, and the crops would belong to the believers.
These locals did not accumulate hatred to the point that they had to kill all the Chinese. However, this problem was easily explained by the content of the scripture.
"People who do not believe in God! I do not worship what you worship, and you do not worship what I worship; I will not worship what you worship, and you do not worship what I worship; you have your retribution, and I have mine. "
Believers only needed to be responsible to Allah, and only to the believers who were the same. The Kaffirs being killed by the believers had nothing to do with the good and evil of the believers, it was the will of Allah. True God was supreme, and True God himself was the representative of absolute goodness. Giving everything to Allah meant that everything was good.
Seeing that this group of fellow villagers finally understood the basic logic, the faces of the villagers revealed simple joy, as well as the uncomfortable feeling of understanding this logic for the first time. This process of developing from listening to Allah's declaration to becoming a believer of Allah was a common occurrence for Lord Mahdi. Those who followed him had gone through this mental journey, and after these people crossed this hurdle, they had established their faith and received salvation.
Mahdi spoke with a convincing voice. What he said was what he firmly believed in, and what he had convinced countless believers to believe in. This was his belief, and it was also the goal that he fought for. "Allah bestowed everything in the world to his believers."
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