I was the Queen of Persia

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Iraji instantly reached the pinnacle of spiritual enjoyment, accompanied by an intense surge of heat that instantly filled his entire body, and his essence gushed forth in an instant.

The paint is applied in large swaths, blending seamlessly with the surface.

However, for the alluring eldest daughter of the Shahzani family, this was nothing more than an ordinary meal.

It seemed as if a powerful force was drawing all the mingled essence into the bottomless valley. Farukzad lowered his head gracefully, gripping the still-standing spear, a satisfied look on his face.

Her rosy cheeks remained flushed for a long time, and sweet words kept flowing from her mouth. These were all words she had learned from her succubus queen, Shahzani.

"This is the virtue that Iranian sages should possess! My heart, my love, my soul, I swear by God! You are truly amazing!"

Good fortune always comes in pairs. Just as Falukzad was immersed in the endless sea of ​​love, good news from the front arrived at just the right time.

"That's victory? That's beyond my expectations," Farukzad said calmly.

"So? Another fight?"

"Let's fight! A true warrior does not shy away from a challenge!"

Iraj's handsome eyes gleamed with determination before he buried his head between Falukzad's legs and began kissing him passionately.

The poor rug is about to be overwhelmed again.

Chapter 327 Puppet Khanates

Despite the defeat of the Turan army, Arslan Yabghu did not give up. He gathered his scattered troops and tightened his defenses to Yangjigan City, attempting to use the city walls to delay the Samanid army's advance.

Since victory has already been achieved, let us rely on the remaining strength of the nomadic leaders and fight like cornered beasts!

“Although Yangjigan is not as tall and sturdy as Bukhara or Samarkand, it is still a well-defended city. It would certainly take the Persians several weeks or months to take it down!” Arslan Yabghu thought.

They gathered their troops, fortified the city's defenses, and deployed a large number of foot archers after setting up siege towers. They also set up the remaining catapults on the city walls, waiting for the enemy to attack.

Following the established procedures, the crucial battle commenced.

The Samanid Empire's vanguard forces first launched several probing attacks, setting up siege engines, providing cover with archers, digging trenches with engineers, and advancing melee units in formation.

The Turan army drew their bows and arrows, launching a fierce counterattack. Fuel oil gushed forth, boulders thundered, and catapults rained down dense stones. Spear attacks halted the Samanid army's assault on the city walls.

The war has reached a critical stage.

At that moment, Iraji decided to carry out the already planned siege.

The Samanid army concentrated its siege weapons, including gravity catapults, rocket vehicles, and Naftan incendiary bomb launchers, on the two flanks of the city, on the east and west sides, and unleashed a barrage of firepower at the Yangjigan city walls.

Soon, several gaps were smashed into the adobe brick city wall.

Unlike the large cities and military fortresses of the Samanid Empire, Yangjigan's city walls were still made of adobe bricks, which were much less defensive than the more robust sintered bricks, making them easy to breach with concentrated fire.

At this time, the 1500 "Sand Bathers" troops, who had been deployed and waiting, took the opportunity to infiltrate the Turan army's defenses in small detachments, hoping to undermine and destroy them.

Meanwhile, the main force also intensified its offensive in an orderly manner, with the military branches and units closely linked and without any gaps.

Under such a fierce offensive, the Turan defenders began to waver.

Several Kipchak garrison units guarding the east of the city were the first to defect and join the Samanid army, launching a counterattack against the Turan defenders; several Alan and Oghuz garrison units defending the west of the city also launched a counterattack, turning to attack the Turan people from both sides.

"Damn it! We should have been wary of these two-faced bastards long ago! I swear by God! I will send them to hell!" Arslan Yabghu was furious and angrily redeployed his troops to fill the gap.

The various units in Turan were stretched thin, and although they were already somewhat exhausted, they were still able to maintain the situation to a certain extent.

But right now.

The main city gate, which had been tightly shut, suddenly opened with a "clang."

The Samanid army, which had already advanced to the city walls, would certainly not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to breach the city. They formed a tight battle line, and in one fell swoop, they broke through the Turan troops who were trying to surround them and successfully stormed into the city.

Turan's army was thrown into complete panic.

"Arslan Yabghu! It's terrible! Those 'Yatak' have opened the city gates, and the Persians are charging in from the front!"

"What?! God above! How could this be..."

Arslan Yeghu looked on in shock.

As expected, the sounds of battle drew near, and blood-red flags fluttered as the Samanid army stormed into the city from the front, west, and east. The defending Turan troops were already in retreat.

Keng——!

The heavy scimitar in his hand fell to the ground, its sound echoing for a long time.

“Ah! Great Khan! I have failed your trust. I am no longer worthy of the honor bestowed upon me by Avrashiyab…”

Arslan Yabghu's once fierce, wolf-like eyes had completely lost their luster; his fighting spirit had utterly crumbled. Shortly after uttering those words, he was swallowed up by the retreating army, and when he was finally found during the roll call, he was already dead in the chaos.

Farukzad and Iraj led the Saman army into the city. The shattered Nine-Branched Sacred Tree Banner fell sadly from the city walls, and the majestic red banner of the Saman Empire rose slowly.

……

After the Battle of Yangjigan, the central and western legions of the Turan Khanate had been defeated. The scattered soldiers were either killed, captured, or defected. Only a few managed to escape back to the depths of the steppe.

This also signified that all the cities along the lower Syr Darya River were now under the control of the Samanid Empire. The local Turkic-Iranian settlers and nomadic tribes all submitted to the imperial capital, Jahanshahr.

Shahzani was quite satisfied with the results. Now that the battle was won and new territory had been acquired, the next priority was to establish puppet local governments in the newly subjugated territories and consolidate the gains of the war.

The Samanid Empire's homeland, the glorious land of Iran, naturally implemented a highly unified centralized system, but after careful consideration, Shahzani decided not to establish provinces or counties in the Syr Darya cities for the time being.

After all, governing a country requires adapting to local conditions. The Syr Darya basin is currently in a special situation. If we are too eager to achieve quick results and blindly copy the centralized system of the Samanid Empire here, it may backfire.

Shahzani then adopted a gradual assimilation strategy, first supporting local tribal leaders, small and medium-sized landowners, and urban merchants, and successively establishing vassal "protectorates" such as the Yangjigan Khanate, the Zand Khanate, and the Xignakha Khanate, with the intention of completely annexing them a few months later.

Thanks to the empire's powerful mobilization efficiency, these tasks were completed quickly.

……

Meanwhile, the eastern section of the Syr Darya River.

Bahmanyar's flanking maneuver was also quite successful.

While Farukzad and Iraj attacked Yangjigan, this Persian female general led her elite cavalry on a long-distance raid, approaching the important city of Selran, the capital of the Turan Khanate, like a raging fire.

Shahzani knew that this city in her previous life was located near Turkestan City in Kazakhstan.

Speed ​​is of the essence in war, and the offensive was fierce. The "Yatak" of Selam also rose up and joined the Saman army. The Turan army stationed in Selam was caught off guard and, after a fierce battle, was forced to abandon the city and retreat towards Otrar.

Bahmanyar, commanding the Samanid army, followed closely behind.

Otrar was a key trade route hub on the Syr Darya River and also a major military stronghold of the Turan Khanate, maintaining vital connections between the cities along the Syr Darya. Naturally, the Turan garrison stationed there was much larger.

Shahzani knew that in her previous life, when the Mongol army invaded the west, it took nearly eight months and many soldiers to capture this Syr Darya fortress. Although the Saman army was stronger than the Mongols in both combat and siege capabilities, it would probably still take a lot of manpower and resources to break into the city.

The war situation at that time was as follows.

Turan's central and western legions were crushed, and the Samanid army advanced far and achieved great success on these two fronts. However, Turan's core force—the eastern legion—was still pressing aggressively towards the city of Jizzakh, showing a strong momentum to continue its advance.

The enemy offensive on the eastern front was fierce, but fortunately, the mother and daughter Sahimian remained calm and composed in the face of danger, which greatly slowed down the enemy's advance.

Looking at the map.

Eda La was the key juncture.

Once this place is captured, cutting off the supply and communication channels of the Turan army, the Turan Eastern Legion will be attacked from both sides and unable to hold out alone. It will not be long before they choose to retreat.

Think about it.

Shahzani decided to adopt the strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao".

Chapter 328 Succubus Family Group

Sailan, also known as "Salan", "Sabulan", "Saulan", etc.

From a historical perspective, this area was also a strategic buffer zone separating the Iranian state from the Turkic-Turan world, a place of vital importance to military strategists under the dual influence of agrarian settled empires and nomadic military powers.

In peacetime, this was a border market where Iranian caravans and Turkic tribes traded with each other; in times of war, it was a border barrier that Iranian cavalry and Turkic cavalry repeatedly fought over.

Today, this area is occupied by the Samanid Empire of Iran.

Outside the city, the Samanid army camp.

Felt tents stretched as far as the eye could see, banners fluttered in orderly rows, and the red marching formations seemed to have no end in sight, with the resounding Persian bugle calls echoing throughout the air.

Some of the troops who were relieved and rested sat in small groups on the carpet, making fires to roast meat and eating dried fruit and marching naan bread to replenish their strength lost during the march and battle.

"It's really strange. According to the documents sent from the Abalchah post station, General Sahinien should have arrived with his army today. However, it's already evening, and the scouts still haven't found any trace of our friendly forces."

Bahmanyar stared at the war map on the table, puzzled.

at this time.

A Nassak cavalryman carrying a messenger walked through the overlapping fences and tents of the camp, strolled into the commander's tent, saluted, and said: "Reporting to Sadar, the Sahini's army has turned back and is heading straight for Otrar City."

"Oh? What's the reason for this?" Bahmanyar asked, puzzled. "According to the usual strategy, she should join forces with me and then attack Otrar together. Now she's retreating alone; isn't that like throwing an egg against a rock?"

“By the divine will of the King of Kings.” Nassak took out a letter bearing the royal monogram from his waist. “Padishat has ordered me to present you with this secret letter. Please take a look.”

After reading this letter drafted by Shahzani.

"I see!" Bahmanyar exclaimed with a look of sudden realization.

Immediately following the orders in the letter, she assembled her army and marched toward the city of Chimkent.

……

Edar City, night.

This important town on the Silk Road is preparing for war in anticipation of the Samanid offensive. However, the generals' residences within the inner city are brightly lit and filled with music and dance.

The Turan soldiers defending the city were indifferent to this; it was common knowledge that the Turan generals and military nobles indulged in debauchery. This was a privilege established by these nomadic military nobles through power and illustrious military achievements.

The lower-ranking Turan soldiers dared not presume to approach them; all they knew was that the garrison officers had captured a large number of beautiful Persian dancers that day and were perhaps currently lost in a sea of ​​pleasure.

This is true.

Inside the general's mansion, bronze lamps gleamed, and a strange fragrance filled the air. Through the thin gauze curtains and carpets, alluring figures darted about.

On a magnificent carpet, six Persian dancers, their bodies partially exposed, were performing a sensual and alluring dance. Their skirts were partially transparent, their faces were covered by veils, and they were barefoot with bells around their ears. An aura of maturity and seduction emanated from them.

Their bewitching eyes reflected a captivating allure, their honey-colored bodies radiated an irresistible glow, and their fiery red lips exuded a mesmerizing fragrance.

The extravagance of their revelry surpasses even the most erotic Persian Rubaiyat and the most sensual Persian miniature paintings.

The generals and high-ranking officers of the Turan army sat around on the carpet to the side, their eyes glazed over, drinking glass after glass of jewel-colored liquor, the wine dripping down their throats.

However, few people realize that the murderous intent hidden beneath the glamour is drawing ever closer.

The oldest and most alluring dancer, swaying her ample hips and jade-like legs, pressed herself against the chest of the Turan commander, slowly rubbing herself as she sat down, her two delicate hands constantly wandering.

The Turan garrison commander was petrified, his deep breathing growing heavier, a surge of passion coursing through his body, even his large hand holding the bronze goblet trembled slightly from excessive excitement.

"Great general, by Allah, are your slaves beautiful?"

The Persian dancer smiled alluringly with her beautiful eyes, slowly unbuttoning her thin gauze skirt to reveal her beautiful body and barely visible thong.

"Almighty God above! Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! More beautiful than the seventy-two virgins in Paradise of the Prophet! Come quickly, I can no longer bear the feeling of being burned alive!"

The Turan general's eyes gleamed, his mouth watered, and he was on the verge of a nosebleed. He couldn't wait any longer and swept the Persian dancer into his arms.

"If you were to exchange your beauty for something, would you be willing?"

"Tell me! Is it new clothes, gold and silver jewelry, or rare and precious treasures?"

"Hehe, what I want is..."

The Persian dancer was laughing sweetly when suddenly her beautiful eyes blazed with fire, and her voluptuous body hardened and bulged, revealing the steel-like muscles hidden beneath her jade-like form.

"This ancient city!"

Snap!

With a sudden, sharp twist of her wrist, the Persian dancer snapped the neck of Turan's general. This unexpected turn of events stunned the Turan generals who were indulging in revelry. Before they could even understand what had happened, the other Persian dancers launched their attack, unleashing a massacre. The banquet instantly transformed into a fiery inferno.

at the same time.

The Samanid army, which had been deployed and waiting in the oasis outside the city, judged that the time was ripe, immediately arrayed themselves, and swiftly advanced to the city walls, launching an attack. Tens of thousands of campfires roared into action, illuminating the night as if it were daytime.

Arrows rained down, fireballs streaked through the air, and the sounds of fierce battle and shouts of killing quickly enveloped the sky above Otrar City.

Meanwhile, in the general's mansion within the city.

In an instant, all the high-ranking officials of Turan who were feasting died. The servants who were serving them were terrified and knelt on the ground, begging for their lives, not daring to raise their heads.

A few guards reacted and drew their swords to attack, but because they were not wearing armor and their opponents were too strong, they were quickly knocked down and killed.

The battle cries and shouts inside and outside the city grew ever louder.