Kokb's bloody head was passed around among the Kurdish Cavalry.

Like a heavy hammer, it struck the hearts of the last-ditch resisters.

These Kurdish Cavalry, even when dismounted, displayed skilled combat techniques.

Moreover, they coordinated seamlessly, like jackals prowling the desert, pairing up to ruthlessly end the lives of one enemy after another, employing the quickest and most unchivalrous methods.

They were killing machines, devoid of mercy, faithfully executing Losa's order to kill anyone wielding a weapon.

Losa did not rejoin the battle; he did not want to someday view living humans as mere fodder for his experience bar.

After a long time, the cries of battle completely calmed.

The Kurdish soldiers drove the defenseless garrison and servants to the empty space outside the estate.

Abdullah, holding a nail head hammer stained with blood and flesh, approached Losa.

He scrutinized Losa's profile, seeing his calm demeanor, as if everything had been meticulously planned, he felt a jolt in his heart.

He lowered his head, respectfully saying, "Holy Fire Everlasting, Kokb's loyalists have been purged, and all prisoners who laid down their weapons have been gathered for monitoring."

Losa nodded: "Let everyone disperse and gather war spoils; our time is limited, remind them not to be blinded by wealth."

"And remember, pair up in twos, be wary of hidden enemies launching an ambush."

Abdullah smiled; Kokb as a Lord must have amassed considerable wealth over the years.

Even if only taking gold and silver utensils and coins, it would still be quite a fortune.

No matter how devoutly believing, no Mamluk warrior would defy money.

"Rest assured, Lord, my young men are all battle-hardened warriors; no one will make such foolish mistakes."

Simultaneously, a system notification sounded in Losa's ear.

You have activated a milestone, "Siege and Conquest" (You successfully led your soldiers and retinue to capture the enemy lord's castle and killed the opposing lord, displaying his severed head to the public).

Reward: Activation of Spoils Store.

Spoils Store: You can sell war spoils to the system mall; the system will assess their value and offer gold and silver currency.

Losa's expression shifted slightly; this, for him, was a timely boon.

He was fretting over how to select valuable war spoils; there were only four of them in total, and the spoils they could carry were quite limited.

"Abdullah, let's go too."

Losa immediately abandoned his composure and walked toward the estate inside the castle.

...

A Kurdish soldier was about to rush into a room to ransack treasures, only to find the room empty.

Furniture, carpets, paintings, utensils—everything had vanished.

"Holy Fire above, what exactly happened?"

"It's like a swarm of locusts descending on a field."

The Kurdish soldier checked several rooms; each was empty.

His companion shouted to remind him: "Go over there; we've already searched here, Losa gave us the privilege to choose spoils first."

"Already searched?"

"How could it be so thoroughly searched?"

The soldier was utterly puzzled.

Losa went room to room in a frenzy.

Silver chamber pots, red pine cabinets, velvet mattresses, glazed vases, tables, chairs...

In short, everything dismantlable that the system deemed a spoil was promptly sold off.

Like bandits crossing the border.

He simply touched them lightly, and they vanished without a trace.

The final yield, minus the fringes, amounted to a total of eight hundred system-produced gold coins, each embossed with his portrait, available to Losa anytime.

Although having his portrait on the coins felt somewhat socially fatal, it wasn't overstepping, as many local lords of this era had minting rights.

It's just that it depends on whether the fief has gold or silver mines. If melting high-value currency and mixing lead and tin to cast inferior coins, there is a risk of getting accountability from the Feudal Lord.

System-produced, top-quality gold and silver coins were strong currency everywhere and could even bring him fame.

"Only eight hundred?"

Losa felt a bit disappointed.

He just ran through all the rooms the Kurdish soldiers had looted, selling off all the large items they missed.

Yet only received eight hundred gold coins.

Losa refused to believe Kokb, a dignified regional lord, had possessions worth so little.

Besides those bulky valuables and low-value items not convenient to carry, Losa and the Kurdish Cavalry also ransacked a large batch of portable gold and silver treasures.

These gold and silver items, with craft added value, Losa couldn't bear to directly sell to the system.

Unfortunately, living things couldn't be sold through the Spoils Mall; otherwise, it would also be a sizeable sum.

The "living things" here refer to livestock and warhorses.

Losa hadn't gone off the deep end to sell all the prisoners via the system.

"Everyone, two horses per person, leave quickly."

"Don't carry too much, food provisions, water bags, and fodder are priorities."

Losa ordered loudly.

Meanwhile, he approached the prisoners and in front of one person's terrified gaze, slashed the rope binding them with a sword: "You are free."

The captives looked at each other in dismay.

"Go, untie the bonds of your companions."

"My lord Saladin is a man of great magnanimity. The reason he exacted such harsh measures on your Lord Kokb is entirely due to Kokb's arrogant insult to my lord."

"You can go and inform the Sassanid King that should any of his lords dare to show disrespect to my lord Saladin again, I assure you they will face the same fate."

Saying this, Losa turned, leading the Kurdish Cavalry, stirring up a whirlwind as they howled away.

Their pitch-black cloaks and fluttering Holy Fire Eagle Banner gradually receded from sight.

Only then did a few loyal slaves fetch the inferior horses left by Losa's group and dashed towards the military garrison near the oasis by the wooden castle.

...

The oasis near Kokb's territory.

Kokb's eldest son, Safir, commanding a hundred armored cavalry, was leading his soldiers, preparing to head to the wooden castle where smoke signals were rising in the distance.

It had been many years since anyone had dared to attack here.

He could not fathom which army would be so insane as to attack a wooden castle in the desert. Didn't they consider the supply issue?

At that moment.

A servant hurried over on a warhorse, collapsing to his knees.

"Lord Safir, Lord Kokb was killed by the army sent by Saladin."

His face was flushed, mourning as he spoke: "My lord, we must avenge Lord Kokb. Those Saladin cavalrymen have not gone far."

Safir looked at the messenger with astonishment: "What did you say, say that again?"

The messenger was full of grief: "The lord is dead!"

"Gather the troops immediately, we must return to save Lord Kokb!"

The messenger looked shocked: "But Lord Kokb is already dead."

"Silence, Lord Kokb is not dead!"

Safir cut down the messenger in front of him with a sword, shouting loudly: "Lord Kokb was ambushed, deputing me to command all the troops to rescue him immediately."

Of the several cavalry units under Kokb, only the one stationed in this small oasis was the closest to the wooden castle.

The soldiers of Saladin left in such a rush, as long as I arrive, the entire wooden castle and all the wealth Kokb accumulated over the years will be mine!

As for pursuing the departed Saladin cavalry?

What a joke!

To be able to quickly breach the wooden castle, the elite level of this army is obvious, and he certainly did not want to squander his painstakingly built assets on such a matter.

With eager anticipation, Safir almost led the cavalry first, stirring up billowing dust, and charged into the wooden castle all the way.

"Seal the wooden castle immediately, if someone comes, make sure to keep them out."

He ordered loudly.

But once inside the wooden castle, his heart sank.

"What is this?"

"What happened here?"

The original gorgeous manor, akin to a royal palace, now looked as if a sandstorm had swept through.

Not to mention valuables, even the few large stone sculptures in front of the manor had been moved away.

"They've scoured it down to the last inch!"

"Are they fools? Carrying so many heavy items, how could they possibly escape our pursuit?"

"Chase them, they certainly haven't gone far!"

He said in a rage.

Just then, a guard rushed in and shouted: "My lord, it's terrible, Lord Lund has brought troops and demands immediate entry to the wooden castle."

Lund was Kokb's second son and his main rival for inheritance rights.

Safir's face froze, initially thinking the wooden castle was a great treasure trove, only to find out there was nothing at all. Now having entered first, wouldn't that mean he took the blame?

Scowling and angry, Safir thought it over repeatedly and finally said: "Let them in!"

Lund brought his men charging in, equally astounded: "Safir, did you do this?"

Safir responded irritably: "How could it be me? I just got here. So many treasures, where could I possibly hide them, all taken by those Saladin dogs."

"But rest assured, carrying so many things, they surely can't run fast."

"Rally the troops immediately, we are going to chase them!"

But when Safir and his group pursued along the trail left by Losa's party, they found the hoofprints shallow, and no wheel tracks.

Lund, filled with rage, scolded: "Safir, do you take me for a brainless fool? I've interrogated those spineless wretches, Saladin's men didn't take much at all."

Safir drew his weapon with a flash: "Didn't you even manage to find out that I arrived not much earlier than you did?"

"Stop making excuses, Safir, you don't deserve to be father's son. Father was murdered, yet instead of chasing the enemy, you cleared out father's inheritance."

Lund shouted: "Soldiers, witness the ugly face of this despicable man, do you want to pledge loyalty to such a person, or swear allegiance to me, the great Lund?"

"Shut up!"

Furious, Safir swung his sword over.

His trusted followers naturally joined the fight.

The two sides clashed fiercely, with no thought of pursuing the Kurdish Cavalry.

Besides, pursuit was pointless; the two-horse cavalry had already run more than ten miles away.

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