I was the Queen of Persia

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Inside the largest tent, Muzaffar Khan and his trusted officers gathered together, enjoying the stolen Huma juice and narcotics while discussing their next move.

“If you ask me, we should retreat to Gurganji and fight to the death!” suggested a Ghulam Guard officer.

“I agree. The Saman cavalry are as fierce as fire on the battlefield, but I don’t believe they can grow wings and fly over the tall and sturdy city walls!” another Ghulam chimed in.

“This is the act of cowards!” A pro-Khara-Khan officer stepped forward. “The brave lion always charges ahead; only the cowardly sheep think of retreating!”

"By Allah, now is not the time for you to show your bravery! Our troops are already quite few, and to fight head-on would be a reckless act!" the officer retorted.

And at the same time.

A Saman army had already advanced to the outskirts of the camp. The Saman troops were in position and had silently dealt with several patrols around the camp.

This is an elite force commanded by Bahramu's general, Tahmina.

A few days ago, Tahmina's scouts discovered the enemy's retreat and, following the trail, found the town and village that had been attacked not long ago. The once prosperous town was now filled with smoke and devastation, and the civilians who had suffered misfortune knelt on the ground, crying out to God Hud and lamenting their misfortunes.

The female general distributed the army's rations to the people, easily gaining their gratitude and support. Based on the directions given by the local people, she finally located the enemy's hiding place.

However, to avoid alerting the enemy, the young female general did not immediately order a pursuit. Instead, she commanded her troops to maintain discipline, advance covertly, and gradually dismantle the enemy's lax defenses without being detected, thus completing the encirclement.

“General, the dying enemy is just ahead. The soldiers are eager to wipe out these bandits. Please give the order to attack!” a Saman officer said in a low voice.

"very good."

Tahmina nodded, turning to look at the officers and soldiers poised for battle: "Warriors, Qadhuda Shahzani has high hopes for you. Destroy these despicable hypocrites ahead and restore order and peace to Khwarazm. Hear my command, attack!"

During the inspiring pre-battle mobilization, the Saman soldiers were in high spirits and formed a tight attack formation, charging fiercely towards the camp of Muzaffar Khan.

Muzaffar Khan's sentries were all slacking off until the swirling dust and crimson armor came into view. Only then did they realize something was wrong and frantically banged on their weapons, shouting and issuing warnings.

But in the blink of an eye, a dense barrage of arrows arrived suddenly, killing them all.

Heavy armored cavalry crossed the short, shallow trenches outside the camp, smashed through the makeshift fences outside the camp, and burned fiercely like a raging fire spreading rapidly across the sand.

The Muzaffar Khan soldiers in the camp were immediately thrown into chaos.

A small number of elite Ghulam guards attempted to form a defensive line against the Saman cavalry charge, but the hastily assembled formation proved utterly ineffective. The Saman cavalry rallied and routed them in just a few charges.

"Allah! Allah! The only Allah! Hold them off! Kill them!" Muzaffar Khan rushed out of the tent with his knife in hand. Seeing the scene of hellfire, he was terrified and hurriedly ran towards the stables.

But it was too late.

Tahmina personally led a troop of heavy cavalry to intercept his path.

Several of Ghulam's personal guards stepped forward to resist and cover their master's escape. Although these professional slave warriors were also brave and tenacious, they were ultimately outnumbered and were quickly annihilated.

Tahmina spurred her horse and caught up with the enemy commander who had escaped in the chaos, her mace drawing a deadly arc in the air.

Muzaffar Khan was in despair.

Seeing that he had nowhere to retreat, relying on the last vestiges of his military courage, he decided to fight to the death. He nimbly assumed a fighting stance and raised his sword.

The steel clashed, producing a resounding clang.

They fought for only five rounds.

Khwarazmian sword broke.

Swords are at a disadvantage when they clash head-on with armor-piercing blunt weapons, especially since the weapons used by the Saman army are all manufactured by a systematic armory and have been systematically enhanced by Shahzani.

In his final moments, Muzaffar Khan watched the valiant and beautiful heavily armored figure charging towards him. Reflecting on his crimes of murdering the monarch and usurping the throne, he lamented: This is the fate bestowed by God.

Another metallic clanging sound rang out, his helmet instantly collapsed, his bones broke and dislocated, his head drooped behind his neck, and both his physical and political life were declared dead.

"The usurper is dead! Warriors of Khwarazm, lay down your weapons! Following in the footsteps of the great Qadhuda Shahzani is your brightest future!"

Tahmina sat high on her armored horse, holding up Muzaffar Khan's head, the bright red blood dripping down the edge cut by the dagger.

The leader's death signaled the end of the battle.

Muzaffar Khan's soldiers threw down their weapons, bowed their heads, and knelt on the ground in surrender. Except for a few stubborn resisters who managed to escape alone, the remaining soldiers were all captured by the Samanid army.

When news of the victory reached Bahramu's tent, the Saman generals were overjoyed.

Bahraim was also in a very good mood. She ordered the whole army to hold a banquet to celebrate, and rewarded Tahmina with a dress, a gold belt, and a considerable amount of gold, silver and Dilhan coins. She also registered her military achievements and issued a general order to the whole army to commend her.

At this stage of the war, the outcome was clearly no longer in doubt.

Bahraim continued his advance, and cities along the way, such as Khiva, Koti, and even the capital city of Gurganj, surrendered without resistance.

It is worth mentioning that when the Samanid army marched into Gurganji, the civil and military officials, led by Wazir (Prime Minister) Abu Hussein Ahmed Suhaili, had already opened the city gates and were waiting respectfully at the entrance.

"May Hu Da bless you with great success in your martial arts, brave female general." Suhaili bowed respectfully to Bahramu. "I happen to have a rare treasure to offer to the beautiful and wise Governor Shahzani."

Chapter 80 A Rare "Treasure"

"I wish you a bright future. Please rise, there's no need for such formalities."

Bahram did not put on airs of a victor: "The Persians and the Khwarazmians are of the same lineage. We have come here only to eliminate the usurper and achieve the unification of the Iranian nation. We have no intention of taking anything from you."

This is Shahzani's strategic proposition, but Bahramu is more than happy to be her sister's mouthpiece, after all, not everyone can have this honor.

Su Haili stood up, straightened his headscarf and long robe, and said with a smile, "The 'treasures' I am referring to are not silks and satins, gold and silver gems. Please come with me to the palace for a banquet, and I will explain it to you."

"In that case, I'm sorry to have troubled you." Bahramu returned the greeting, dismounted, gripped the weapon at his waist, and followed.

She believed the Khwarazmians wouldn't dare plot any more conspiracies, but out of caution, she remained somewhat wary and vigilant. After all, her previous experiences had taught her that Khwarazmian states, caught between powerful forces and lacking a firm stance, were extremely prone to unpredictable changes.

However, she wasn't too worried. Her combat experience showed that she could take down many heavily armored soldiers head-on with only her underwear and naked body. With the confidence brought by this formidable fighting ability, she wasn't afraid of those villains trying to backstab her.

Moreover, this idea proved to be an overreaction.

Suhaili indeed didn't play any tricks; he warmly invited the Saman generals into the palace and hosted a grand banquet in their honor.

The floor is decorated with soft Persian wool carpets, the walls are adorned with exquisite symmetrical geometric patterns, a babbling fountain accompanies the center of the hall, and precious flowers and plants adorn the arcade columns.

The palace servants brought out all sorts of delicacies, including kebabs of lean and fatty meat, sizzling roasted lamb chops, fragrant stews, and the finest Huma juice from Khwarazm—a favorite drink of the ancient Aryans, which shares the same origin as Indian Soma.

Furthermore, due to its proximity to the Aral Sea and the Caspian Sea, Khwarazm is also rich in a variety of fresh seafood, with delicacies such as grilled sturgeon, grilled shrimp, and caviar served with spices.

Su Haili raised his cup and toasted the female general.

“General Bahramu, Khwarazm is willing to follow in the footsteps of Qadhuda Shahzani and be at the beck and call of the Samanid dynasty. May the mighty Qadhuda accept our humble loyalty.”

"As you probably know, compared to the prosperous and wealthy Transoxiana and Khorasan, Khwarazm, though just an insignificant and remote state, also respects scholars and encourages academic pursuits."

"For a long time, our court has recruited many talented individuals who are proficient in literature, philosophy, medicine, astronomy, and other academic disciplines. Scholars are our most prized 'treasures.' Now, I present these 'treasures' to the glorious Kadhuda, and I believe she will be very pleased."

After saying this, he gestured to the attendant beside him, indicating that all the court scholars of Khwarazm should be brought in.

A moment later, a group of distinguished scholars and talented individuals entered the palace hall, carrying thick volumes of books. After bowing respectfully, they stood by the fountain in the center of the hall, awaiting inspection.

Suhail got up and walked to their side, introducing each of them by name, place of origin, field of expertise, and academic achievements. He also instructed them to present their works to Bahramu for the general's reference.

As Bahram spent more time with Shahzani, she gradually learned some academic knowledge, but she was still essentially a female warrior, and her understanding of knowledge and learning was at most superficial.

After the professional scholars presented her with their masterpieces, this young female general, who was in charge of warfare, felt a real headache looking at the dense formulas and equations, various profound theoretical diagrams, and obscure and difficult-to-understand wording on the paper.

The sensible female general also understood that professional matters should be handled by professionals, and all she needed to do was make her stance clear: she would definitely recruit this group of scholars.

Their own sisters need them to assist in their hegemonic endeavors, and the Iranian nation also needs them to manage and build it.

"Yes, very good. Warriors who fight are the pillars of the nation, and learned scholars are equally the backbone of the dynasty. The great men of Iran have always sought to maintain the world through sword and pen. Lord Suhairi, I will accept these talents on behalf of Qadhuda, and may the God of Light bless you once again."

Bahraim readily agreed, which pleased Suhairi greatly. He quickly bowed in thanks and then invited everyone to sit down and share the feast.

In the following days.

Bahramu, based in Gurganj, set about restoring order and rebuilding the Khwarazmian government at all levels. Suhairi and Nasida became her best assistants.

Once most things had stabilized, Bahram, along with the scholars and talents presented by Suhaili, returned to the capital in a grand procession.

Nasida was ordered to move with the army, while Suhaili remained in Khwarazm to continue the work of post-war recovery.

……

Nakhshab, night.

The ancient Persian city, with its sandy hues, is dotted with lights. The mosques, bazaars, teahouses, bathhouses, martial arts schools, and other places that are bustling during the day have all been ordered to close by now. The dutiful night patrols patrol back and forth in the alleys, maintaining a high level of vigilance.

In the bedroom of the official residence, the flame of the bronze lamp was deliberately dimmed.

Shahzani lay on her side on a couch covered with a silk blanket, wearing only a thin pair of briefs. Her healthy, bronze-colored body, with its firm breasts and full buttocks, exuded a strong and seductive charm.

Her long, silky curls cascaded across the soft cushions. By the light, her deep, beautiful eyes were intently scanning a beautifully bound booklet, her jewel-red lips parted slightly, revealing a smile of rapt attention.

This little picture book was written by a female illustrator named Faruh Nakshbandi, who was also a recruited military illustrator.

At this time, Iran had not yet developed the mature miniature painting art that would later emerge. Miniature painting only reached its peak during the Ilkhanate, Timur-Guregani, and Aq Qayang dynasties, and only became refined during the Safavid dynasty. At this time, relatively simple and abstract painting art was still popular in Iran.

But Shahzani wanted to intervene in this development process. As a seasoned Persian, how could she not promote Persian culture and art? With her memories from before her time travel, plus the help of the system, she quickly copied miniature painting samples and had painters imitate them.

The talented painters quickly grasped its essence, and then surpassed their predecessors, bringing this exquisite Persian art to the forefront of its time.

Soon, miniature paintings depicting themes of military campaigns, religious texts, court banquets, and hunting excursions appeared like mushrooms after rain. Many of these paintings drew inspiration from the Quran, Rudaki's Psalms, and Barish's version of the Shahnameh.

But what Shahzani is currently looking at is a collection of erotic pictures.

Chapter 81 The Governor's Fun

Indeed, Faruh Nakshbandi was a bewitching and alluring female painter, skilled in both grand and magnificent war paintings and captivating erotic paintings.

At Shahzani's behest, the painters created numerous lifelike works that were "not suitable for children," for the amusement and play of the eager female officers of the Samanid dynasty.

The Persian script used for decoration is fluent and beautiful. A dozen gorgeous nude women are intimately grinding ink on the amber-colored paper. Their blushing and charming expressions are vividly depicted with the brushstrokes, and their sweaty bodies are also incredibly lifelike.

Influenced by religious beliefs, Persian miniature paintings mostly avoided portraits with overly realistic faces, and the appearance of the figures in the paintings was generally "stereotypical," especially the use of "Chinese faces" as a substitute.

But Shahzani disregarded these taboos. With her authorization, artists could unleash their imaginations to present the most beautiful poses of the figures in their paintings to the viewers.

"Hmm, not bad, even more exciting than the lesbian porn I watched in my past life." Shahzani swallowed, feeling unbearably hot all over.

A surge of passion rushed into her mind. She breathed slightly, her strong, beautiful hands gently roaming over her heavy, full breasts, a tingling sensation instantly spreading throughout her body.

Her beautiful eyes were glazed over, her cheeks flushed crimson, and her toes involuntarily rubbed together. The ambiguous honey-like fluid soaked her panties, outlining the voluptuous and beautiful valley of her forest.

"Ah~~" Her body was burning hot, her legs were tightly pressed together, her firm abdomen was twisting rhythmically, and her chest was heaving violently.

Her delicate hand slid down her firm abs to her well-defined abdominal muscles, then continued down, past her sexy navel, parted the alluring fabric, and plunged into the depths of that seductive garden.

A crack scout team stepped into the flooded valley and leaped into the elastic and vibrant flower path. The walls of the path stretched and contracted powerfully, and a soft, moist, and warm sensation wafted through the air.

The girl—no, she was now a mature and beautiful woman, exuding an even more alluring charm. Her eyes were captivating, and her rose-red lips parted slightly, emitting soft moans that sent shivers down one's spine. Waves of pleasure surged through her as her hands moved, as if she had stepped into the paradise woven by Hu Da.

Accompanied by the lewd sounds of "splish-splish," layers of pleasure build up to your heart, and a wave of comfort spreads throughout your body. Clear spring water continuously overflows from the petals, and a surging power is about to burst forth.

"No, it's not time yet!" Shahzani seemed to remember something, and quickly stopped self-pleasure. Then she stretched out her beautiful, long legs, hooked her toes on a stack of cotton cloth at the end of the bed, and pulled it over with her toes.

She spread the cloth out flat, then quickly lay down on it, raising and spreading her legs. While the tingling, pleasurable sensation was still lingering, she thought about the intimate moments she shared with Bahram and Farzana, and continued her vigorous movements.

Gradually, as the peak approached, more and more nectar overflowed from the flower path. The warm, gurgling nectar flowed down the petals and chrysanthemum buds, pooling into a large puddle under her ample buttocks, soaking the thick cotton cloth.

Finally, Shahzani let out a high-pitched, pleasurable cry, followed by a powerful jet of crystal-clear water gushing out, like a fountain gushing forth in Bukhara. The nectar, carrying a strong, fishy scent, splashed onto the curtains at the foot of the bed, staining the gauze curtains with spots, and a strange smell lingered in the air.

Still lingering with desire, the female governor lay on the rug, breathing heavily, and stretched out her nectar-covered hand to gently pull apart the lascivious threads of desire.

Just then, recalling the alluring scenes in the picture book, the fire of desire ignited once more.

"Damn it, here we go again," Shahzani muttered to herself, her burgeoning lust rising once more.

The "Five Fingers Sisters" alone were clearly not enough. She took out a toy from the cushion—a copper ball the size of a walnut, with a silk thread attached to the back.

These women's toys, said to have originated from the Hindustan region, are said to bring unparalleled pleasure to their users and were very popular among imperial concubines, noblewomen, and female military and political personnel.

Inserting the toy into her nectar-filled mound, the pleasurable fullness instantly filled her brain, causing the beautiful woman to let out a muffled groan, her lust burning her pretty face even hotter.

Shahzani followed the steps, her powerful abdominal muscles gripping the foreign object, causing the toy to roll rhythmically.

"Ah... Oh..." Her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and she let out a soul-stirring moan. The honey that seeped from her petals became more and more concentrated, and her semi-transparent panties were completely soaked. Her fullness, curves, black and red were all on full display.

The intense, stimulating sensations surged wave after wave, causing my taut thighs and toes to tremble slightly. The water stains on the cotton fabric accumulated, shimmering and glowing under the lamplight.

The bronze ball scout tumbled and bounced in the secluded valley. Just when the mistress felt she was about to reach her climax, it would suddenly slow its attack, allowing the nectar accumulated in the flower path to pour out and nourish her parched heart.

Shahzani enjoyed the feeling. Every time her heart contracted rapidly, fresh nectar gushed out, making up for the previous loss. This stimulation made her unable to help but let out a high-pitched, joyful cry.

at last.

"Oh! Bahramu! Falzana! My sisters! I can't take it anymore! I'm going!"

Accompanied by seductive and excited moans, her beautiful and voluptuous body tensed up, and then she spurted out a powerful jet of hot silver, soaking the bed curtains with even more patches.

Having enjoyed the ultimate pleasure, Shahzani collapsed, her breathing gradually returning to evenness. She then slowly took the copper ball out of the secluded flower path, pulling out strands of fragrant silk.