I was the Queen of Persia

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At this point in the battle, the outcome was already decided.

Arslan Yabghu's face was extremely grim. Faced with the reversal of the situation, he had no choice but to seek other strategies. He hurriedly ordered his troops to regroup, attempting to rely on the camp to continue their stubborn resistance.

Chapter 325 Repeated Tug-of-War

Turan's army was at a disadvantage and retreated while fighting, eventually returning to its main camp.

“Damn it! Almighty God above! It seems I really underestimated these Persians!” Arslan Yabghu said angrily.

Looking at the drastically reduced battle lines, his inner anger was palpable.

However, he quickly softened his expression: "But this is not the final outcome!"

There is some truth to this statement.

It turns out that during a lull in the battle, Arslan Yabghu had already ordered the slave-contracting army to build a large number of fortifications. He had previously ordered the manufacture of various war weapons, also with the aim of strengthening defenses.

The forest of deer antlers, the deep trenches, the dense fences, and the imposing array of military equipment.

Because it controlled many settled urban civilizations, the Turan Khanate was able to conscript a large number of slave artisans from various ethnic groups and was already capable of constructing relatively complete fortifications. This advantage set it apart from some other nomadic empires.

Faced with the heavily fortified camp, Arslan Yabghu's dejection vanished instantly, replaced by unparalleled self-satisfaction.

At least, for now.

"Hehe, our camp is impregnable. Just wait and see! No matter how powerful their cavalry is, they won't be able to breach our fortress!" Arslan Yabghu said smugly.

Initially, the situation did indeed unfold as he had predicted.

The Samanian attacking forces were unaware of the situation and were deploying their troops in preparation for a preliminary probing attack.

Meanwhile, the Turan defenders were also making intensive preparations, placing trenches and chevaux-de-frise in front of their lines to halt the advance of the Samanid army. Catapults were also deployed on the battlefield, ready to unleash a deadly rain of stones to suppress the Samanid offensive.

The attack begins.

Saman's vanguard infantry, arrayed and advancing in formation, organized their attack.

"God is great! Charge!"

The vanguard officer brandished his weapon, inspiring the soldiers.

Melee infantry, protected by shields, advanced in formation, while archers hid behind cover and fired arrows to cover the attack.

Suddenly, a series of rough and sharp sounds came from the Turan army camp.

Immediately afterwards, dense "black dots" appeared above my field of vision. Before I could even react, the "black dots" rained down like hail, bringing an extremely powerful blow.

The Samanid army was caught off guard and was thrown into disarray, suffering heavy casualties.

They hadn't even had a chance to regroup.

The Turan army's gravity catapults (which could launch projectiles over greater distances and with greater power) unleashed another volley, raining down a hail of boulders. The Saman soldiers, having regained their senses, hastily formed a defensive formation, but their wooden shields, covered in leather and felt, were no match for the bombardment, and they were quickly thrown to their deaths.

Under the intense pressure from the Turan army, the Iranian army's several offensives were thwarted, and the soldiers suffered heavy casualties.

"Good! Continue! Turkic warriors! Keep throwing logs and stones to crush them!" Arslan Yabghu's face once again showed an excited smile.

Upon seeing this, Farukzad looked somewhat embarrassed: "I really underestimated Commander Turan! But reckless action is not a virtue of a warrior. It would be better to regroup our forces and find another strategy."

He then ordered his troops to withdraw and regroup.

……

Soon after.

Farukzad ordered another probing attack.

This time, she ordered the engineering corps to deploy equipment—catapults, rocket vehicles, fuel launchers, and so on—in an attempt to use these powerful heavy weapons to breach the Turan army's forward defenses.

The various branches of the armed forces quickly mobilized.

In an instant.

The rain of stones came down again with a roar, and the fireballs left trails in the sky.

Farukzad had been watching the battle from the sidelines, but as the fight progressed, her brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

Because the Turan army camp was situated in a favorable location and the defensive obstacles at the front were intricate and complex, the Saman army's concentrated barrage of fire, although destroying many of the outer palisades and antlers, made it difficult to break through the actual breach.

Furthermore, due to the terrain advantage, Turan's armies could achieve a greater firing range, thus posing a threat to the Iranian army's weaponry. During the exchange of fire, several of Saman's catapults were unfortunately destroyed because they were within enemy range.

Seeing that it was difficult to make any progress, Farukzad once again called a halt to the operation.

And on the other side.

"Hehe! Well done! Victory ultimately belongs to us! To the descendants of Afrasiab!" Arslan Yabghu was overjoyed by his repeated victories.

To reverse the tide of the battle, this brave Turkic general implemented a daring plan.

So, in the early hours of the following day...

At a supply camp behind the Saman army, war drums suddenly sounded, and sentries on guard shouted warnings at the top of their lungs, "Enemy attack!" Just as the awakened Saman soldiers were filled with unease, a large group of Turan cavalrymen in brown armor charged in.

The sounds of fighting and shouting suddenly spread, and a large number of Saman soldiers were killed by the Turan cavalry who suddenly rushed in before they could form a defensive formation. The Saman army's supply depot was also set ablaze.

Just when the entire camp was about to be wiped out.

Suddenly, deafening shouts of battle in Persian came from afar.

The Samanid cavalry, clad in crimson armor and illuminated by the firelight, charged forward and immediately clashed with the Turan army. The siege was lifted only because reinforcements arrived in time.

The battle situation reached the higher-ups.

Farukzad was both shocked and furious.

Surprisingly, despite being at a disadvantage, Turan's army was still able to organize a counter-offensive.

What angered her was that the Turan army's surprise attack caused her considerable losses.

Snapped--!

Farukzad slammed the battle report on the table, her bewitching eyes blazing with fury.

"Hmph! It seems we must finish this quickly! Otherwise, these followers of Afrasiab will only become more rampant! Gather the army!"

The desire for victory consumed her inner world. The hot-blooded princess was no longer satisfied with the back-and-forth struggle with the enemy. What she wanted now was a quick and decisive victory.

at this time.

"Wait a minute."

A familiar voice came.

Iraj lifted the tent flap and slowly stepped in. He was wearing only a thin embroidered shirt with Pirahán on his upper body, and his baggy trousers and military boots were full of wrinkles. Coupled with his slightly unruly hair and beard, he was obviously not in line with his usual meticulous image.

"Why are you up so early?" The princess frowned slightly. "Go back and rest, recharge your energy! I'm sorry for you... um..."

At this point, Farukzad blushed slightly, leaned close to Iraj's ear, and emphasized, "I'm very dissatisfied with your performance last night!"

At this point, she recalled the brief, wonderful pleasure of the previous night, and the subsequent sense of loss.

Having been preoccupied with military affairs recently and unable to enjoy a proper sedative, the fire of desire within me burned ever brighter. Since I had some free time last night, I grabbed Iraji and forcefully made my move.

However, perhaps due to his busy military duties over the past few days, Iraji underperformed last night, causing the princess, who was about to fall in love, to suddenly fall silent.

The young couple exchanged a few words and then sulked for a while, losing their appetite for fun and neglecting their business.

As a result, the Turan army attacked the camp.

Fortunately, we were able to take remedial action in time.

"Hehe, so I'm here to 'make amends' now." Upon hearing the princess's words, Iraji shrugged with amusement.

Chapter 326 Battlefield Pleasure? Victory is Still Possible!

"Oh? Are you sure?" Upon hearing these treacherous words, Faluczad's eyes immediately darted around, and a bewitching aura suddenly spread out.

“Is that a lie?” Iraji smiled slightly, then immediately became serious again.

"By Allah, the best way to stimulate wisdom is to enjoy pleasure with loved ones." It is then accompanied by a poetic description: "Just as the warm and fragrant waters of the Muryan River irrigate the garden of paradise that contains wisdom and virtue."

“Of course.” Falukzad’s lips curled into a charming smile.

“Well then, brave ‘Sukhrab,’ hold on tight! Don’t be defeated in front of your ‘Guldafarid’!” At the same time, her fingers were already undressing with great ease.

She never refused her husband's pleasures, and more importantly, these pleasures could stimulate her deepest thoughts and even be of great benefit to handling important military and political affairs.

There are many ways to vent anger.

Instead of blindly rushing to the battlefield, why not relax and enjoy this ambiguity, letting the burning flames of love and desire transform into the richest fragrance, and ultimately into the essence of wisdom? Perhaps in this pleasure, we can find a better strategy to deal with the situation?

In an instant.

The Khorasan-style felt hat on her head, the Persian-style long robe she wore, the shirt underneath, the lantern-style military trousers, the military boots... all of these were removed by the thirsty woman, leaving her with only a pair of briefs barely covering her waist. Her healthy and beautiful body radiated vitality, and her wheat-colored skin glowed alluringly under the lamplight in the tent.

Lying on the silk rug beside her, her vulva wide open, her expression grew increasingly alluring and seductive. Iraj, in perfect harmony, parted the thin cloth covering her vulva, took out his proudly erect "Sukhrab spear," and bravely thrust it inside.

The female guards and attendants of Farukzad had already tacitly withdrawn from the tent and stood guard at the door.

Low emotional intelligence: The princess and her husband have not had any affection for each other for a long time, like rain after a long drought.

High EQ: The princess and her husband are discussing confidential military matters; no other officers or soldiers are allowed to disturb them!

……

Inside the account.

The gilded bronze lamp cast an increasingly ambiguous glow. Beneath the partially obscured gauze curtains, luxurious carpets and cushions overlapped, and on an exquisite golden tray, pomegranates and figs tempted the eye. From a beautifully patterned sachet box, a refreshing fragrance wafted.

The nightingale's melodious song echoed for a long time, while heavy breathing grew louder and louder. Farukzad charged forward valiantly, and Iraji pressed on relentlessly. After a fierce battle, neither side was gaining the upper hand, so they temporarily suspended their fighting and began to caress each other.

“I think I’ve found a way to defeat the enemy.” Iraji lifted his head from between the princess’s legs, a few drops of glistening on his lips.

“I think I have some answers in my heart.” Farukzad took the copper pot and took a small sip of fermented grape juice.

They then sat up, naked, and sat knee to knee, exchanging a knowing glance. After a while, Farukzad summoned several female staff officers outside the tent and told them the tactical plan.

……

Soon, the fighting resumed.

Of course, the "battle" mentioned here has two aspects. On the one hand, it is the deployment of Iranian and Turan troops and the battle on the battlefield; on the other hand, it is the princess and her husband continuing their "fierce battle" on the bed.

On the battlefield, troops gathered in formation.

The Iranian army used a tactic to lure the Turan army, eager for victory, out of their camp for a decisive battle.

A large-scale cavalry battle has begun once again.

Horsemen on horseback, swift and swift, maneuvered and launched surprise attacks, raising clouds of dust that blotted out the sun; armored cavalry, in large groups, charged and clashed, unleashing a surging torrent of steel.

Light cavalry against light cavalry, heavy cavalry against heavy cavalry, and the battle reached a stalemate for a time.

Just then, thick smoke suddenly billowed from the direction of the Turan army camp, accompanied by increasingly fierce flames.

"God above! Our camp has been attacked!" the Turan soldiers cried out in panic.

The tide of battle turned in an instant.

Turan's army had no will to fight anymore, so they quickly withdrew their lines and fled back to their camp.

It turns out that this was just one of the plans devised by Farukzad and Iraj.

Taking advantage of Arslan Yabghu's greed and recklessness, they lured the Turan army out of their camp for a decisive battle, leaving their defenses vulnerable.

Just then, the Saman Empire's special infiltration force—the "Sand Bathers" assassin unit—seized the opportunity to infiltrate the Turan army camp in small squads, destroying their war arsenals and supply depots, and then retreated unscathed.

By the time Arslan Yabghu realized he had fallen into a trap, it was too late.

The Turan army's catapults, ballistae, fuel launchers, and more than twenty military supply depots were all destroyed, leaving their carefully constructed defenses riddled with holes.

"Damn it! In the name of the Most High God! Curse these Persians!" Arslan Yaghu watched as his hard-earned achievements were destroyed, and he hated Farukzad with a passion that seeped into his teeth.

He had no idea.

The Persian princess who dealt him the fatal blow was currently enjoying a tender and loving time with her husband.

"Show your fortitude, brave 'Sukhrab'! Make the dashing 'Guldaffarid' bow down to your sturdy spear!" Farukzad, his face flushed, let out one joyful shout after another.

"As you wish, my lady! Let my 'spear' be fully loyal to you, and let heavenly pleasures accompany you at all times!" Iraj's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and his broad chest was drenched in sweat.

The energetic and vibrant sounds of the collision echoed for a long time, and the River of Love overflowed, converging and flowing.

"Ah! Ah! The loyal warriors forever prostrate themselves at your feet! My passion bursts forth like the surging sun! Ah! Ah!"