I was the Queen of Persia

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"Oh dear! Master! I know I was wrong! Spare me! Spare me!" The clever ghost instantly knew what its "succubus" master was about to do and hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Hehe, you seem to have plenty of 'extra energy,' why keep it?" Sahimian smiled and pinched her rough, bluish face, then playfully stripped it bare.

The Persian female general removed all her clothes, bent over and knelt on the couch, her full, rounded buttocks standing high, their rounded lines full of allure, her bright red petals blooming beautifully, exuding an enticing and rich fragrance in the deep valley.

"Show me your 'weapon' and accept the mistress's challenge. Hurry up! Or I'll cut that thing off you!" Sahinian's voice was alluring, yet carried an undeniable force.

The clever Hassan had no choice but to do as he was told.

But how could the slender little man possibly stand a chance against the strong and voluptuous "great succubus"? In no time at all, he surrendered and became weak.

"Don't you still have a silver tongue?" Sahinian seductively opened her legs, trapping the little guy between them, wriggling and caressing him incessantly, a wave of pleasurable sensation washing over her entire body.

When she was completely satisfied, she slowly relaxed her two strong thighs, looked at Hassan whose face was covered in fluid, and revealed a smug smile of a mistress who had conquered her male slave.

"Hassan! Remember everything that happened tonight. You are forbidden from harassing respectable women. If you have any 'extra energy,' then obediently serve me. Do you hear me?" Sahinian's beautiful eyes were stern.

"Yes, Mistress!" Hassan said obsequiously, wiping his face.

Shortly afterwards.

Nassak, disguised as a merchant, arrived with an intelligence officer and handed over the edict drafted by Shahzani to Shahini.

With the Queen's approval, Sahinnian was even more confident and had a broader vision for her next tactical deployment.

She decided to transfer some elite soldiers from the Holy Fire Brigade from Iraq-Jajra, recruit more mercenaries, and form several special task forces dedicated to sabotage operations behind enemy lines.

Chapter 245 The Battle Behind Enemy Lines at the Ubaid River (1)

A gentle sandstorm blew in the dust, and the clusters of palm and date palm trees swayed in the wind.

Dust storms are a common occurrence in the Syrian desert, though not as extreme as the "120-day wind" of Sistan, they are still enough to cause trouble. However, for the people of Daosheath Fort, who have lived there for generations, this kind of weather is nothing new.

But Sahinnian, who was temporarily stationed there, had other plans: she planned to take advantage of the low visibility due to the sandstorm to avoid the Blackblade Cult's spies and launch another attack on the Blackblade Army's small strongholds, especially the small oasis of Ubaid near the border of Iraqi province.

This was her tactical plan, and it was approved and permitted by Queen Shahzani.

at the same time.

The local war between the Blackblade sect and the Samanid Empire's Iraq province and the Hamdan dynasty has already begun. More and more Blackblade troops are invading Hamdan villages and towns, looting food and property, and killing and wounding Hamdan militiamen on border patrols.

Shahinian had her own countermeasures. Through a secret command and communication network, combined with the already well-established military and political system of the Saman Empire, she remotely directed and deployed forces. Under her command, the Saman regular army and various militia factions in Iraq Province were strengthening their combat readiness; the Alawite army of the Hamdan dynasty, Kurdish militias, Idris militias, and other armed forces were also redeploying to the frontier to deal with the attacks from the Blackblade sect.

Along the border where the long Syrian desert meets the Fertile Crescent, small-scale, low-intensity skirmishes occur frequently.

……

Not far north of the Ubaid River oasis, there was a small camp set up by the Blackblade army.

"General Muhadeb has decreed that in response to the blasphemous acts of the apostates in the north, all tribes must provide soldiers, livestock, and other supplies in response to the sacred 'jihad'! Otherwise, they will be enemies of Allah!"

Black-clad soldiers, clad in black robes and carrying swords at their waists, rode warhorses and camels, patrolling back and forth among the conquered Bedouin tribes, arrogantly announcing the rulers' commands.

Incidentally, we'll also extort some money from them.

The nomadic Bedouin tribes are generally poor, so it is unrealistic to extort gold, silver, jewels, and silks from them. However, they control a considerable amount of livestock resources: flocks of sheep, horses, and camels.

Two mounted Blackblade soldiers, escorting a man dressed in an Arabic-style black religious robe and holding a copy of the Quran, arrived at the Bedouin village chief's colorful striped tent with an air of arrogance.

"Almighty Allah above!" the Blackblade priest proclaimed. "It is the duty of devout Muslims to wage holy war against the 'blasphemers' in the north. Your tribe is hereby ordered to surrender eight hundred sheep and three hundred camels within three days! Do you understand?"

“By the merciful God…” The trembling village chief, upon hearing the exorbitant levy, nearly collapsed to his knees in fear. “I swear by the faith of Muhammad! Merciful elders, our tribe is small and poor; we simply cannot afford so much…”

"What, do you intend to defy Allah's holy call?!" A terrifying cloud suddenly filled the face of the Blackblade priest.

"No...no! Absolutely not! By the merciful Allah! It's just..."

"There is no 'just'! Apostates are desecrating our holy land on the border, and all Muslims have a duty to respond to the holy war! The quota must be handed over within three days, or Allah will punish you by drying up the wells of your tribe!"

"Ah!" The village chief was terrified. Well water was the lifeblood of the desert nomadic tribe, and it was absolutely essential to keep it from being cut off.

Left with no other choice, the village chief had to bite the bullet and accept the impossible order.

at this time.

The sound of a sharp arrow whistling through the air pierced the sky, and a chilling glint flashed quickly. Before anyone could react to what was happening, the black-robed priest let out a scream, then fell heavily from his horse, the Quran in his hand scattering and turning its pages in the sandstorm.

"Enemy in sight! Enemy attack!"

The black-bladed soldiers panicked when they saw the crossbow bolt lodged in their necks. They quickly drew their scimitars from their belts and looked around warily.

Yellow sand stretches endlessly, palm trees stand in clusters, and mounds of earth crisscross the landscape—where is the shadow of any adversary?

"God above! Where are they?!"

"They must have taken cover nearby during the sandstorm! Let's go and inform the main force!"

But before they could even relax, another arrow pierced the air and struck the soldier on the left. At the same time, a gleaming throwing knife shot out from the shadows, severing the throat of the soldier on the right.

The village chief was terrified by this cold and deadly killing technique. He was about to shout when, in an instant, a cold, gleaming dagger was pressed against his throat.

"Don't make a sound."

The assassin Hydia's chilling voice came from behind: "Take your tribesmen and find another place to graze! But if you dare to collude with the Black Blade Cult..."

Swish-!

The blade pointed directly at the three cold, lifeless corpses on the ground: "This is their fate."

……

Meanwhile, at the Black Blade barracks two hundred paces away.

"Hurry up!" "Smack—!"

Groups of weeping, ragged women, barefoot, struggled to walk across the rough sand. Amidst the whipping and shouts of the soldiers with black blades, they were forced to board cramped camel carts.

They were all "holy war brides" forcibly conscripted by the Black Blade army, and were to be taken to a strange and distant place to be forcibly "married" to Black Blade "holy war warriors" they had never met, and completely reduced to tools for sexual gratification.

Beside the camp, beneath a makeshift watchtower, three Black Blade soldiers were idly chatting.

"God above, the sandstorm has finally passed. If it had continued, my eyes and mouth would have been full of sand!" A black-bladed soldier holding a spear removed the turban covering his face and complained.

“Yes, I don’t understand why the lords sent us to the desert to do this arduous task of collecting tribute? I swear by God, these Bedouins are utterly penniless! You can’t squeeze much out of them!” said another soldier with a scimitar and a black blade.

"Hey, but those women are pretty good!" The black-bladed soldier holding a spear clicked his tongue.

"Are you out of your mind?! Those are the spoils of war of the nobles, how dare we lay a finger on them!" The black-bladed soldier glared at him angrily.

“Alas! May God bless us to retake Iraq. The towns there are all incredibly wealthy. We can make a fortune just by going out a few times!” said the third black-bladed soldier carrying a bow and arrow.

Several black-bladed soldiers were whispering amongst themselves, completely unaware of the subtle changes in their surroundings, until they heard the sound of galloping horses coming from behind a nearby hill, at which point they noticed something amiss.

As the sound grew closer, a herd of runaway camels came into view.

In the center of the camel herd, a Persian warrior in red armor, riding a war camel draped in a Persian felt robe, led the charge. Beside the red-armored Persian knight, an Arab warrior in plain cotton armor rode a camel, charging side by side.

"Oh no! Enemy attack! Our camel stables have been destroyed!"

Several Blackblade soldiers were terrified and tried to flee, but they were sent to the inferno in no time. One of them was pinned to the fence by a flying javelin, while the other two were trampled to death by camel hooves.

The Blackblade camp was thrown into chaos. The hastily constructed defenses were utterly ineffective against the rampaging camel herd. The already small number of soldiers in the camp were either killed or wounded. Moments later, the outpost was razed to the ground.

"Drive—!"

Shahini tightened the reins, lifted the helmet mask covering his face, and looked at the terrified female slaves. He spoke loudly in Arabic: "In the name of God, you are freed! Follow your tribal elders and leave the Ubaid River. Go! Go and find your paradise!"

Chapter 246 The Battle Behind Enemy Lines at the Ubaid River (2)

Just as the Blackblade army's camp was razed to the ground.

In other small oases along the Ubaid River, several other "behind-enemy-lines task forces" also launched sabotage operations, killing isolated Blackblade soldiers, destroying Blackblade camps, and liberating controlled local tribes in order to disrupt Blackblade supply lines to the front lines.

These "enemy-backed special forces" are often commanded by female sergeants from the Samanid Holy Fire Brigade of the Iranian Samanid Empire, while the soldiers are composed of various mercenaries from the Knife Sheath Fortress. After intensive training and integration, they have initially formed combat capabilities and are thus capable of carrying out operations behind enemy lines.

Sahimian was the absolute central authority among them.

She was the commander-in-chief of all the "enemy-backed special forces"; the commander of the regular army of the Saman Empire in Iraq Province, the Holy Flame Brigade, and various Iraqi militia forces; and the supreme advisor to the various armed forces of the Hamdan dynasty in Syria.

Having achieved considerable initial results, Sahini ordered the special task force behind enemy lines to temporarily withdraw from Ubaid and secretly relocate to a secret camp in Iraq Province for replenishment and rest.

Meanwhile, spies were assigned to continue gathering intelligence on the Black Blade Army's movements.

……

The Syrkha Valley, the stronghold of the Blackblade Cult.

"Almighty Allah, what is going on?!"

Muhadab stood on the high platform and berated the Blackblade officers below: "We've been attacked repeatedly lately, and our outposts in the Ubaid River basin have suffered heavy losses! Yet we can't even find a trace of the enemy! Do they all have wings?!"

Several Blackblade officers, trembling with fear, looked at each other in a tense standoff for a long time before one of them slowly stepped forward and cautiously reported the information currently known.

"Reporting to the powerful 'agent'! The Ubaid River is not far from the Persian province of Iraq. These despicable apostates used a sneak attack tactic. The outposts stationed on the Ubaid River were caught off guard and were attacked!"

"What kind of raiding force did the Persians use? How come we can't find a trace of them?!"

"This...Reporting to the powerful 'agent,' the incident happened too suddenly. Please allow me to investigate in detail..."

"Enough! Immediately reinforce the Ubaid River with 10,000 troops and make sure they gain a foothold there! Remember! This is the only way to Iraq. Only by gaining a foothold here can we take back Iraq!"

"Yes! But... the Ubaid River oasis has limited supplies. With so many troops going there, what will happen to their food and provisions?"

"The Fatima Dynasty is still sending us supplies continuously, and we have also amassed plenty of provisions from the Al-Al and Turaif oases, enough to support the troops at the front! Remember your duty, or you'll come back to me with your head!"

"Yes, 'Agent'!"

……

At that time, many merchants from the north and south were doing business in the Syrkha River Valley, including some of Muyiz's secret agents. Through a little bribery, the secret agents quickly obtained detailed information from the Blackblade officers who were "willing to sell anything for money," and drafted secret letters to send back overnight.

The intelligence report was quickly placed on the desk of the Saman Empire's army. As Sahinian looked at the report, a seductive and deadly smile curved her lips.

After this period of covert struggle, Sahinnian has basically figured out the Blackblade army's true strength—the main force has left, there is a surplus of personnel, deployment and mobilization are quite slow, there is a lack of experience in building a tight defense, a large number of conscripted soldiers lack fighting spirit, and they are "falsely strong" with the help of Fatima... In short, they lack overall combat power and are not much stronger than the former Musta regime.

Therefore, she had long wanted to organize a small-scale local frontal battle in the border area of ​​Iraqi province to further damage the morale of the Blackblade army.

Just then, the Blackblade army chose to reinforce its troops in the Ubaid River basin, so let's go with the flow!

Sahimian focused her attention on the sandbox map, planning a frontal attack.

"The Ubaid River oasis is scattered and the valley is long and narrow, so the Black Blade army's forces will inevitably be dispersed, making mutual support difficult... Moreover, with so many troops crammed here, they will definitely be heavily reliant on supplies from the rear... I've got it!"

Sahimian's lips curled into a charming smile again, and a brilliant tactic was already brewing in her mind.

“Fateme Kia Istahril.” She summoned one of her Holy Fire Brigade sergeants.

This is a young woman from Fars Province of the Saman Empire. She has a strong, sexy, and firm waist like a pine tree, and her dark brown eyes sparkle with courage. Her smile is as alluring as that of most Saman female warriors.

He followed the Samanid Holy Flame Brigade, fighting in various locations in Iraq and Jajra, and then followed Shahinian himself, traversing the desert, conquering Knife Sheath, and fighting behind enemy lines. Through his accumulated military achievements, he is currently serving as a platoon leader in the Holy Flame Brigade.

"Yes, Sadar, please give your orders." Ishtarli, clad in full heavy armor, exuded a valiant and capable air.

“Quickly lead Hydia and Atumai’s special task force back to the Ubaid River and lie in ambush... to support the main army’s attack at any time,” Sahinnian said.

“Yes, Sadar!” Istahli accepted the order and left.

The special task force behind enemy lines cannot function without a command center, but she herself had more important responsibilities and was unable to go in person at the moment. Therefore, she sent a capable subordinate to make the appointment. She had already established the organization, and her subordinates only needed to continue to carry out the tasks along the established routes.

The other special task forces behind enemy lines also received missions: to sabotage the Black Blade's supply camps, to ambush and kill isolated Black Blade soldiers, to assassinate officers and military leaders who had kidnapped the Black Blade, or to incite local Bedouin tribes to rise up in rebellion, and so on.

At the same time, the order to launch a war was issued.

The regular Samanid army and the Sahari Guard's Sacred Flame Brigade in Iraq Province; the Mahdi Badr militia in northern Iraq; the Kufa Shiite militia, the Polodina militia, the Swamp Arab militia in southern Iraq... all these regular and irregular armed groups successively drew troops, first assembling in the Tamur region in southwestern Iraq Province, and then continuing to redeploy towards Ubaid.

……

In the middle reaches of the Ubaid River, at the Tabruha Oasis, lies a gathering point for the Blackblade forces.

Several scouts clad in Arabian linen armor concealed themselves among the date palm groves in the distance, silently observing the movements ahead. In the distance, black flags fluttered, and fanatical, extreme slogans rose and fell; a vast expanse of tents and dark, imposing soldiers filled the oasis.

“Warrior Asad Mousavi.” The helper who had been sent out to scout ahead tiptoed through the bushes. “We’ve received intelligence that the Black Blade Army’s supply convoy will arrive tomorrow.”

“Hmm.” Assad Mousavi—the “Desert Wanderer”—nodded. “Where are the others?”

"Commander Istahli has told me that Ms. Atumai and Mr. Muyez have disguised themselves as merchants and laborers and infiltrated the grain transport team; Ms. Hydia has already hidden in the northwest of the camp... just waiting for the right moment to launch the attack."

“Okay,” Mousavi said.

Chapter 247 The Battle Behind Enemy Lines at the Ubaid River (3)

The Samanid Empire of Iran, Jahanshahr, Royal Palace.