Saladin was stationed in front of the throne, and the white mount under his hip had long been soaked with blood to crimson. The blood dripped down the horse's legs to the ground, and it was a pool of blood in a short while.

　　 Turned over and got off the horse, Saladin looked at the throne close at hand, stepped forward and sat down.

　　 looked up outside the hall, the bright red all over the field of vision caused Saladin to close his eyes in pain.

　　 He waved at the attendant beside him.

Soon, the emperor’s guards spread a broken flag on the palace square, pointing to the emblem of the Holy Cross on it, and shouting to the people: "The great Caliph, the invincible Emperor Saladin has captured it. Holy City!"

　　 At first it was only a low voice questioning, followed by a loud noise, and finally turned into a cheering in unison.

As the trophies of King Payez’s crown and the Holy Cross of the Most Orthodox Holy Army were displayed one by one, the cheers of the people became louder and louder. The words "God is High" and "Long live the Caliph" resounded. In the sky above the palace.

The herald in the Guards waited for the people to gradually calm down, and pointed to the corpses on the ground and said: "The great Saladin is an agent sent by God and the real savior! The city, returning to the embrace of God is the best proof! And these evil people who took advantage of the Caliph to go out of the holy war and set off a rebellion, they have lost the blessing of God, and they will be greeted with the cruelest punishment!"

　　 Listening to the loud voices outside the palace, Saladin sitting on the throne looked at the thin corpse on the steps without moving, as if he were separated from the door in two worlds.

　　 After an unknown period of time, someone came to Saladin and whispered: "Caliph, you should rest."

　　 Saladin looked sideways, and an old mullah wearing a white turban looked at him with concern.

　　 "Zalatahan, my strategist, how is the situation in the city?"

The old man nodded and said, "Elim took the guards and controlled all the city walls. The people who participated in the rally just now, at this time, I must have brought the news of you back to the city. I believe it will not be long. , The hearts and minds of the entire Baghdad will return to your control."

　　 Saladin shook his head: "No, even if I retake the holy city, the followers of the Abbasid Empire will not disappear. Right now, what worries me most is not the people of Baghdad, but..."

　　 "But those old Abbasids in your army?"

　　 Zarathahan's answer made Saladin nod gently.

"After the capture of Baghdad, an Abbasid army of almost 50,000 people handed me a letter of surrender. These 50,000 people have now become a painful piece of tinea. You can't move it, and you can't do it. Ignore it."

Zalata Khan touched his gray beard and said: "Behind this rebellion in Baghdad, there must be the shadows of these old ministries. I'm sure that if the rebels reoccupy Baghdad, these surrendered troops will definitely choose immediately. Betray you."

　　 Saladin pondered for a moment, and then said: "The key is how to deal with the army of these old empires? All demobilization is not realistic, and it is impossible to disrupt the organization..."

　　 Zalatahan said helplessly: "Caliph, this problem may not be solved for the time being, maybe you can put it aside for a while. There are several things that urgently await your decision."

"what's up?"

　　 "You led your army to take down the holy city, and a large amount of wealth in the city is being transported back to the south. How to reward the soldiers for their merits requires you to come up with a plan."

　　 "According to the usual practice, those who have merit will be rewarded, and those who make mistakes will be punished." Saladin looked at Zarathahan: "About my own share, you know what to do."

The latter nodded: "I understand that all the rewards that belong to you will be equally shared among all soldiers who participated in this battle... Except for one thing-all the books and classics in the holy city, they will be transported intact. In your palace."

　　 Saladin approvingly said: "Yes, that's it."

"Speaking of rewards for meritorious people, the second thing is involved." At this point, Zarathahan hesitated: "All the rewards for participating in the war have been confirmed and ready to be issued. Only one person needs the caliph. You decide for yourself."

"Who?"

　　 "The throat bone, that suspicious northerner."

　　 Saladin was taken aback, suddenly the pale face and the invincible army appeared in his mind.

"The troop under the Throat Bone behaves a bit weird..." Zarathahan carefully chose his words: "They never step out of the barracks, and they usually can't hear their noise and training. The loss is almost negligible."

　　 Saladin was silent while frowning while listening.

　　 "In this battle against the holy city, the throat bones and his troops should be in the forefront according to the amount of credit. However, if he is really rewarded like this, it will definitely arouse the dissatisfaction of other generals..."

　　 Saladin looked at Zarathahan: "Is it clear about his origin?"

　　 The latter shook his head helplessly.

　　 Saladin thought for a while, and said: "Regarding the rewards of the throat bone, distinguish it from other generals. In addition to some appropriate property, give him two more rewards."

　　 "1. I allow the Throat Bone to build an army of its own. The weapons and materials needed are allocated to him by the empire. As for the name of this army, I gave it the word "immortality"."

"As for the second..." Saladin looked at Zarathahan and said in a low voice: "You can bring me a word to my throat~lightnovelpub.net~ and say what I promised him. I will soon Will fulfill the promise."

　　 Zalatahan nodded with a bewildered look, and paused for a while, he continued: "The last thing, about those mother goddesses..."

　　 Hearing the name "Mother goddess", Saladin rubbed his eyebrows vigorously: "What do they want to do?"

　　 "Their messenger, let me tell you. Whether it's the war against the Abbasid Empire or the war to retake the Holy City, the mother goddess has shown enough sincerity to the empire. Now they demand the empire's feedback."

　　 Saladin sneered: "Give back? They just want to come and get a share?!"

　　 "Many of the mother goddesses possess the power of demons. If this group of people destroys everywhere in the empire, it might be detrimental to us."

Saladin waved his hand indifferently: "Tell those shameless cultists that I can give them a fief, and give them some sweet noble titles. What they do in the fief, I will not care; but out The fief is the territory of God, and any preaching behavior will be regarded as blasphemy against God!"

　　 Zara Tahan said yes.

　　 Saladin got up from the throne and looked forward.

　　 Outside the main gate of the palace, attendants and servants are clearing the grounds after execution.

　　 The corpse was carried onto the cart, and the blood was washed away with clean water.

　　 Saladin inadvertently caught a glimpse of the thin corpse, which was thrown on the cart like trash. Watching this scene, a burst of pain quietly hit his chest.

　　 He bent down, rubbed his heart with his palm, and left the throne with a sigh.