I was the Queen of Persia

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Last year, on the eve of the Yaleda festival.

Two West Slavic puppet troops stationed in Pannonia, dissatisfied with the oppressive rule of the Turan rulers, conceived a mutiny. Since the winter solstice coincided with the Iranian and Turkic festival of Yalda, and Christmas was a few days later, the defenses around the capital were relatively lax, providing an opportune moment for rebellion.

After much preparation, the mutiny broke out on Christmas Eve. The West Slavic soldiers, chanting slogans such as "God bless!" and "Death to the infidels!", stormed the Zaghlitts' camp. Felt tents and fortifications along the way were set ablaze, and the sleeping Turan guards were killed in a hail of blows before they could even pick up their weapons.

"Jesus' warriors! Forward! That pagan Khan is in the tent, he is ravaging our people! He is raping our wives, daughters and sisters!" The West Slavic officer took the lead, raising his sword and cutting down one Turan soldier after another who stood in his way.

The rebellious army nearly reached the Khan's camp.

Inside the tent.

Her naked body slumped about, her numerous stains of depravity particularly striking. Chaglitt, perched on the bed, raised his magnificent spear and began a fierce thrust at the equally naked West Slavic female slave.

The slippery tongue roamed over the white, smooth skin, suddenly and repeatedly wrapping around the tips of the nipples, while the rough, large hands held the fair, plump buttocks, slapping and kneading them violently, arousing patches of blush.

"Tonight is your Christmas! This is the gift your Khan—the great Pannonia Conqueror—has bestowed upon you. Enjoy it! Cry out! Struggle! Ha ha ha ha!"

Chagli's prowess remained undiminished, causing the girl to cry out repeatedly. Yellowish drops of semen dripped down her buttocks, making the bed wet and filthy, and a strange smell permeated the air.

"You vile heretics! I will conquer your land, possess your bodies, and watch you cry out in despair! Hahaha!"

The sour smell made Chaglit's blood boil even more. In fact, looking at the crooked and twisted girls, their groins were also dripping with yellow filth, and the smell of urine lingered for a long time, but this was exactly what Chaglit enjoyed.

This chaotic scene would excite him even more.

suddenly.

The deafening shouts of battle outside the tent pulled the Khan back from his indulgent revelry.

"Let his father, his mother, and his ancestors all go to hell! Guards! What's going on!" Chagli cursed, quickly pulled up his trousers, drew his steppe scimitar, and leaped out of the tent.

"Khan! Something terrible has happened! The West Slavic traitors have launched a rebellion, and the situation here is extremely dire... Ah!!!" Before the guard could finish speaking, an arrow pierced his throat.

"Damn it! Someone come quick! Bring me my horse!" Chagli Special Agent panicked, fear instantly gripping his entire body. He didn't have time to think further; he just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

But then.

"The heretical Khan of demons is there! Charge! Let his blood flow in the furnace of hell!"

A group of West Slavic rebels spotted him and immediately charged towards him, brandishing spears, sickles, and swords, quickly surrounding the isolated and helpless Khan.

With no way out, the special agents of Chagli cried out, "Oh no!"

But at this critical moment, arrows suddenly flew by, ending the lives of these West Slavic soldiers.

When Tsagli opened his eyes, he saw that it was reinforcements that had rushed out from the west side of the camp, charging straight towards the West Slavic mutineers. A beautiful and cold figure charged ahead, and deadly arrows shot out, taking the lives of the mutineers.

It was none other than Chisevanas, the former captain of the Battle Sisters' Ranger Team and now his slave.

Her fierce counterattack instantly disrupted the mutineers' formation, forcing them to retreat and consolidate their defenses. Just then, the Khan's personal guards also organized their ranks and launched a counterattack against the mutineers.

With attacks coming from both sides, the mutiny was eventually suppressed.

The battle ended, corpses littered the ground, and the camp returned to silence.

"These two-faced bastards should have been sent to hell long ago!" Chaglitt's anger rose as he thought about the close call he had just experienced.

He then looked at his female slave, quite appreciative of her act of saving his life, and nodded slightly: "Yes, your reinforcements were very timely. By God's will! It's better than these despicable rebels."

The quelling of military unrest often signifies a reshuffling of power.

After suppressing the mutiny and purging a large number of West Slavic puppet officers and soldiers, he heavily supported Chisevana, even assigning some of his personal guards to her.

However, Chaglitqin was inherently suspicious, and he was also wary of Chisevanas's excessive power, so he also ordered the mobilization of a large number of tribes from the Pecheneg tribe to settle in the Pannonian steppe.

This group of Turkic-Turan tribes, who roamed the northern coast of the Black Sea, were relatively loyal to him and could be considered a trustworthy armed force, at least compared to the puppet armies composed of Germanic, Magyar, and West Slavic peoples.

……

By reviewing the secret reports submitted by the envoys, Shahzani gained a new understanding of the situation on the European continent.

"It seems that two factions have begun to form around the Zagli Special Service: one is Chisevanas and her followers; the other is the Pecheneg tribal warlord group. However, it is clear to anyone with discerning eyes that there are many contradictions between these two forces. As such, the internal rifts within Situran are becoming increasingly apparent."

She immediately drafted a decree, which was sent by a caravan envoy to Nisa Sahini's territory, ordering her to continue to investigate the situation and seize an opportunity to dismantle and overthrow the Western Turan regime.

Chapter 407 The Samanid Empire's "Enclaves"

Meanwhile, Nisa Sahinnian, after leaving the territory of the Dawn Crusaders, established a stronghold and gathered refugees on the plains between the Alps. Taking advantage of its easily defensible terrain, she gradually grew stronger.

On the road leading to the mountain, caravans came and went, bringing supplies and news from beyond the borders. Saman Empire spies mingled among the various caravans, delivering the orders of the high authorities to this "enclave."

Meanwhile, the scouts patrolling the perimeter were constantly reporting back on the recent movements of the Western Turan Khanate.

"Clatter—clatter—clatter—!"

The rapid hoofbeats kicked up clouds of mud as the agile Turan rider galloped forward, soon crossing the muddy forest and reaching the buffer zone on the outskirts of the territory.

"Stop! Password!"

The sentries, hidden in the shadows, immediately jumped out of the bushes and blocked the rider's path.

"The wolf hunted the wild donkey, but was shot through the throat by a brave hunter."

The newcomer knew the way well and was allowed to pass by the guards.

After crossing the pass, the view suddenly opened up, with stone and brick castles scattered everywhere, vast forests and fields neatly arranged, civilians from different ethnic groups busy at work, and soldiers of different faiths marching in formation.

Finally, they crossed the bustling streets and passed through the massive city gates, arriving at the lord's mansion in the city center.

Inside the mansion.

"Oh~~woo~~ah ha~~"

Nisa Sahini's naked body, muscular and sculpted like a sculpture, her voluptuous legs spread wide, endured unparalleled pleasure. Her bright red panties were already hanging above the head of the male servant beneath her, exuding a seductive and intense allure.

Her voluptuous legs intertwined, her strong bodies locked in a fierce embrace, unleashing a powerful force that violently drew the essence from the male servant's body. A torrent of nectar also gushed forth, soaking the male servant's robust chest.

The delighted mistress also experienced immense pleasure in that instant, as if she had entered the eight heavens of God and paradise. A tingling and comfortable sensation spread throughout her body, making her tireless and full of energy.

“Hmm~~~” Nisa Sahini opened her hazy, beautiful eyes. “Bald horse, what is it? Come in and report.”

"Yes, Chief. According to the scouts, Situran has recently amassed troops and harassed the territory of the Dawn Crusaders, showing signs of a comeback." Bald Horse, suppressing his burning heat, kowtowed in response.

“Yes, just as I expected.” Nisa Sahinnian nodded. “Since those Pecheneg people migrated here, the ambitions of the Chaglitts have indeed swelled again. Have we found any enemies near our territory?”

"Not yet." Bald Horse subconsciously raised his head slightly.

But in an instant, she blushed and became flustered.

A perfectly naked, muscular body stood before him, her gaze piercing through the dense, lush forest, through her towering, full breasts, her cascading, curly hair falling like a waterfall, and her alluring eyes gazing at him with seductive charm.

Despite having served his mistress for a long time, Bald Horse always felt that this Saman officer mistress seemed to be becoming more and more alluring, constantly pushing his limits and causing him to fall into her trap both physically and mentally.

A strong, delicate hand reached out and hooked the chin of the Turan boy.

“Bald horse, you have been serving me for a long time, haven’t you?”

"Yes, my master."

"Then you should know my greatest pleasures and hobbies."

"Of course."

Nisa Sahimian's eyes sparkled: "Then, take off your clothes and lie down obediently."

"As you wish... But, Master, won't you analyze the latest intelligence?"

“I’ve already been analyzing this, and you should know that endless pleasure can make me think more deeply.”

Having said that, she stripped the bald horse naked and began to gallop freely on her "mount" with her plump thighs, which could crush a person to death. At the same time, her brain was also working at a rapid pace.

……

at this time.

Bavaria, a noble territory.

The countryside is picturesque, with lush green trees providing shade, and melodious birdsong echoing through the woods. Bavarian German girls, herding cattle, play barefoot in the clear stream. In late spring and early summer, the air is warm, and perhaps sensing the gentle breeze, the girls loosen their clothes and loincloths, wading into the river to bathe.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves thundered and banners fluttered as a group of riders, dressed in rough armor and with strange appearances, rode in. They all had small eyes, flat noses, and faces as rough as cowhide shields, and the steppe scimitars at their waists were intimidating.

It was a westward-migrating tribe of the Nine-Surname Tatars, but it had been incorporated into the Pecheneg tribe. Recently, it was dispatched by the Zaghli Special Service and accompanied the Pecheneg tribe as they migrated from the Black Sea steppe to Central Europe.

"what!"

The blonde, blue-eyed German girl, upon seeing this group of "strange people," was so frightened that she covered herself, grabbed her linen dress, and ran barefoot. But the Turan riders were not about to let her go. The herd of riders roared over and quickly swept her away.

"Don't touch me! You vile thing! We are subjects of the Dawn Crusaders, and our warriors will punish you heretical devils!" the girl cursed, but inwardly she was terrified, her yellow urine gushing out as she struggled desperately in the saddle.

However, he was immediately slapped hard and lost consciousness.

"These golden-haired, white-skinned lambs are the most delicious, warriors! Enjoy them, then go and plunder the towns ahead," the cavalry leader, a Yuzbash, ordered his men.

"Chief, Bavaria ahead is a rich land flowing with delicious milk wine. Robbing there will surely bring us a triumphant return home," his cavalryman urged with a smile.

"Well, of course."

The leader nodded: "We left those harsh, cold grasslands to plunder beautiful women and treasures. We'll occupy Bavaria, settle there, and enjoy the bread and wine of the Germans, even living in their houses. Brothers, charge!"

The Khanate of Thulan once again launched its invasion of Germanic regions.

The Pecheneg cavalry, including the Nine-Surname Tatars, Cumans, and Oghuz cavalry who were mixed in with them, rode their steppe warhorses, raised their steppe scimitars, and charged into Freising, into Augsburg, into Regensburg, into Eichstadt…

The heads of Germanic men rolled on the ground like polo balls, while Germanic women wailed and cried as Turanian cavalrymen pressed them under their bellies. Blood mixed with semen, and the pungent, meaty smell filled the towns.

The high-ranking Germanic lords and nobles, terrified by Turan's blade, knelt and begged for mercy: "Merciful God above! We are willing to offer up our land, please forgive us!"

Despite their weakened state, the Turan cavalry's formidable fighting prowess still made European lords and knights very wary.

However, not all troops were helpless against the Turans.

"Rise up, Knights of the Iron Cross!"

"Spears must stand tall! Iron shields must be ready!"

"The moment the sword is drawn! The moment blood is shed!"

"Until the sun rises again atop the monastery!"