I was the Queen of Persia

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First, open the city gates, hide all the battle flags, and have all the soldiers remaining inside the city hide and await orders, refraining from making a sound. This creates the illusion for the attacking enemy that there is an ambush in the city, deterring them from taking any rash action.

The main force, including the palace female guards (all cavalry), lay in ambush in the orchards south of the city. When the enemy was caught in a dilemma and their morale began to waver, they launched a surprise attack and broke through their lines.

Finally, the entire army launched a pincer attack from two sides, leveraging the buffs from the commander's aura and system enhancements to gain a local advantage over the enemy and decisively defeat the invading forces.

Upon hearing this, the generals all initially showed expressions of confusion.

“But…” Bahram, who was listening nearby, voiced his concerns, “If the main force is all transferred away, the city’s defenses will inevitably be weakened, and you will be in a very passive and dangerous situation.”

“I’ve already considered that,” Shahzani said. “But we have no choice but to take the risk.”

The officers tried to persuade her further, but Shahzani defused the situation with her optimistic attitude.

In the end, the officers solemnly accepted the order, and in their hearts, they felt even greater respect for their commander.

……

Three days later, the Karakhanid army indeed arrived.

On the distant horizon, hundreds and thousands of brown-black "Nine-Branched Sacred Tree" flags first appeared.

Immediately afterwards, a dark mass of soldiers approached from afar.

The first to appear were lightly armed mounted archers in leather and felt armor. With their superior mobility, they roared in, galloping on their horses and shouting defiantly.

Following them were cannon fodder auxiliary troops, fiefdom armed forces, and so on. The core of the army consisted of a 200-strong general's guard, with Hassan Tutun, the commander of the Karakhanid army, surrounded by a group of fully armed soldiers.

The Karakhanid forces did not bring large siege weapons such as siege towers or gravity catapults. Clearly, they did not believe that this isolated fortress, defended by remnants of the army, could hold out for long.

at the same time.

Shahzani had already completed all military deployments.

At that moment, she opened the city gates, ordering all the troops inside to hide.

She herself, fully armored, holding a long spear, and riding an armored warhorse, stood before the massive, protruding archway.

To be honest, although she was a strong person and appeared very resolute and optimistic in front of the officers and soldiers, this was, after all, her first time facing the enemy directly, and she was still a little scared.

In particular, as the enemy formation drew closer, the adrenaline surge made her feel slightly suffocated.

Out of caution, she secretly placed several thick pieces of cotton cloth under her buttocks before the battle to avoid being discovered by her subordinates that she had urinated, which would have been extremely embarrassing.

The enemy forces are already not far from the city.

Shahzani gripped the gun barrel, which was covered in sweat, and stared intently ahead.

Chapter 4 Empty City Strategy

Meanwhile, Hassan Tutun's Karakhanid army, as they approached the city, discovered strange phenomena.

On the city walls, there were neither battle flags fluttering in the wind nor soldiers standing guard. The entire castle looked empty and eerily silent.

A majestic female general stood at the city gate, holding a long spear and gazing into the distance, like a statue.

This is too unusual.

The Karakhanid army continued its advance, but slowed down every few steps. This was both a pre-battle adjustment and a sign of vigilance against any unusual activity within the city.

When the Karakhanid army advanced to within two hundred paces of the city, Hassan Tutun finally ordered a halt. He then had his troops form ranks below the city walls, standing guard and defending the city.

And the other side.

Shahzani appeared calm on the surface, but her heart was pounding wildly.

From a purely intuitive perspective, strategizing in the tent is different from facing a formidable enemy on the battlefield.

After all, the massive enemy troops were only about two hundred paces in front of her. This immense pressure would be an unbearable ordeal even for the most determined person.

She realized that her crotch was already soaked.

"Fortunately... I was prepared beforehand." She thought to herself, constantly trying to bolster her courage. "I am the backbone of the entire army. At this critical moment, I cannot show any cowardice! Moreover, the enemy has already been intimidated, so I must not back down!"

So this little incident didn't make her panic.

After taking a deep breath, she remained calm and composed, her gaze sweeping over the enemy troops with a sharp look.

This is not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of courage.

……

The vast battlefield was unusually quiet, with only the occasional neighing of warhorses.

"God! What on earth are those guards up to?!"

Hassan Tutun stared anxiously at the city gate, his warhorse kicking and neighing in frustration. This strange tactic was something he had never heard of in his many years of military service.

"General, shall we attack the city now?" the officer beside him asked tentatively.

“No!” Hassan Tutun frowned. “God above! These cowards must be too afraid to face my brave Karakhanid warriors head-on, so they have set up an ambush in the city, just waiting for our army to fall into their trap. They are just as despicable as those idolatrous infidels (the people of Khotan) to the east! We must not act rashly!”

Then, he looked at the female general standing at the city gate and saw that she was still calm and composed. He could vaguely see that there seemed to be a light in her eyes that looked like she was ready to die.

"Above...God! Who exactly is this woman?! What terrifying thing is still hidden in the city?!"

Hassan Tutun gradually panicked, large beads of sweat dripping down his helmet and leaving droplets on his armor.

In his view, the city seemed to be hiding a massive army, and this invisible force could launch a full-scale attack at any moment, leaving him with no place to bury his body.

"Order! The entire army shall retreat five hundred paces!"

Hassan Tutun could no longer suppress his panic and gave the order to retreat.

Instantly, all the Karakhanid troops began to move into formation. Because the order was given so suddenly, many soldiers were not yet clear about what was happening, and the formation change was quite hasty, showing obvious signs of chaos.

"The time for a counterattack has come!"

Shahzani looked at the hastily mobilized enemy troops, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Archers, fire!"

At her command, the deafening sounds of suona horns and bugles immediately resounded from the city walls.

Immediately afterwards, the archers who had been lying prone behind the parapets and arrow slits appeared one after another, aimed at the Karakhan soldiers below the city, and fired their arrows in unison.

Although these Persian female militia members were not well-equipped and their archery skills were not particularly outstanding, their fighting spirit was at an all-time high thanks to the morale boost provided by Shahzani.

This high morale is clearly effective in breaking down the enemy's psychological defenses.

The Karakhanids were already crowded together and their morale was low. These waves of arrows caught them completely off guard. In particular, the Karakhanid infantry, who were the most numerous but had the lowest morale, desperately fled and retreated, causing their formation to become even more chaotic.

And at the same time.

Fierce battle cries also came from the flank of the Karakhanid army.

It was clear that Shahzani's ambush in the orchard south of the city took advantage of the chaos in the Karakhanid army to launch a fierce counterattack.

The Persian court cavalry, wearing pointed helmets and heavy armor, rode their warhorses and charged toward the weak flank of the Karakhanids. The horses were all covered with fabric robes embroidered with Persian warrior patterns, beneath which were heavy iron armor.

They were already highly skilled in martial arts and well-equipped, and now with the buffs from Shahzani, their combat power is undoubtedly even greater.

Under such a fierce and sudden attack, even the strongest warriors in the army would probably suffer greatly. Moreover, most of the Karakhanid soldiers currently crowding the flanks are poorly equipped conscripted militia.

For a time, the sounds of clashing iron weapons, breaking bones, wailing and screaming, and neighing warhorses filled the air.

The Karakhanid army was thrown into even greater chaos. The troops were crammed together, making it impossible to deploy any battle formations.

Shahzani gave the Karakhanids no chance to catch their breath.

Seeing that the enemy's formation was in disarray, she brandished her spear, pointed it at the enemy's center, spurred her horse, and launched an even more ferocious charge.

In an instant, a large number of Persian female militiamen armed with long spears rushed out of the city gates, following behind Shahzani and charging towards the enemy lines. Their simple headscarves, coarse cloth dresses, and bare feet all reflected the true nature of Persian peasant women, but with the added enhancement, they still exuded a spirit that chilled the enemy.

A forest of spears pierced the Karakhanid army's ranks. The Karakhanid lightly armed horse archers, lacking effective armor protection and unskilled in melee combat, suffered heavy casualties from the spear thrusts.

The Karakhanid cavalry, despite having mostly good armor and relatively sharp weapons, were trapped in the chaotic crowd, unable to advance or retreat, and thus unable to utilize their cavalry advantages.

The Persian female militia, using the advantage of their long polearms, knocked these mounted enemies off their horses one by one, and then swarmed them, turning them into pincushions.

According to scientific research, women using long weapons can theoretically compensate for their physical disadvantages and defeat men using short weapons. Furthermore, if women using long weapons are grouped together, the opposing men have even less of a chance of winning.

Moreover, these Persian female militia members have already received the talent boost from Shahzani, which has not only boosted their morale but also greatly enhanced their physical abilities, significantly increasing their efficiency in combat and killing.

Under this fierce fighting style.

The Karakhanid army opposite them was in complete disarray, trampling each other, and unable to organize an effective counterattack.

The situation has become one-sided.

But at that moment, Shahzani spurred her horse forward and charged deeper into the enemy lines.

Chapter 5 The Combat Abilities of Female Military Officers

Shahzani had already charged into the enemy ranks, spear in hand, on horseback.

But just a few minutes ago, her playing style was far from being this "aggressive".

Having just arrived in this world, although the data shows that he is very brave and skilled in combat, before being tested in practice, this strength based on data still needs to be questioned.

More importantly, as a model young woman who grew up in the 21st century, killing was something she could never even dream of.

With these thoughts in mind, when the battle first began, Shahzani passively wielded her weapon to defend against enemy attacks, without actively stabbing at them.

However, this is not the 21st century, nor is it the cozy little house where she could be carefree and let loose in just a pair of briefs.

This is an ancient battlefield; it's either you die or I perish.

gradually.

More and more arrows, spears, and swords came flying at us.

Suddenly, a Karakhanid soldier clad in lamellar armor charged forward. This Karakhanid soldier was likely an Ikhta, but he was not on horseback, presumably having been knocked off during the melee. He held a gleaming iron shield in his left hand and brandished a gleaming sword in his right, fiercely slashing at Shahzani.

No sooner said than done, Shahzani nimbly leaned back, easily dodging the attack.

Immediately afterward, she swung her spear and thrust it forward. A muffled thud was heard, and upon closer inspection, the Karakhanid soldier had been pierced through by the spear, his iron lamellar armor shattered.

At the same time, the warhorse beneath her also seemed to be one with her, its attacks and dodges following her rhythm, as if she were not riding the horse, but the horse was naturally attached to her buttocks.

"Is this the fighting ability of a Persian female warrior?" Shahzani marveled at her own fighting prowess, muttering to herself.

She knew that her hasty training over the past few days was far from enough to reach this level, and that this kind of muscle memory, which came from practice, was thanks to the strong foundation of martial arts laid by the original owner of this body.

Once the precedent was set, there was no stopping it.

Shahzani charged left and right through the enemy ranks, her combat skills becoming increasingly proficient.

After several rounds of thrusting, her spear had bent and broken. She quickly drew the single-handed mace hanging from her waist and swung it fiercely at the enemy soldier's head.

This is a common armor-piercing weapon in the Persian region. It is often shaped like a multifaceted or onion to break through armor, and it is often engraved with Persian inscriptions.

Shahzani wielded a bull-head shaped warhammer, a deadly blunt weapon over fifty centimeters long, forged from the finest steel. It was engraved with geometric floral patterns and inscriptions. She had examined the weapon before the battle; the engravings appeared to be a famous line from the Sasanian hymn "In Memory of Zarir."

Clearly, this is meant to inspire users to be as brave and fearless as epic heroes.

The bull's head shape of the warhammer carries even greater significance. In ancient Iranian legends, the warrior Faridon used a bull-headed warhammer to kill the tyrant Serpent King Zohak. Later, the emperors and heroes of the Keyan dynasty also cherished this sacred bull-headed weapon.

Enveloped in this noble element, Shahzani felt an even greater surge of pride.

She wielded her warhammer fiercely and powerfully, and the buffs granted to her by the system were fully displayed at this moment. Wherever she passed, the Karakhanid soldiers were powerless to resist, and all their efforts were in vain. Their armor was smashed by the warhammer, and they fell to the ground dead.

Guided by Shahzani's courage, the barefoot Persian female militia continued to expand their gains, demonstrating through their actions what it means to be "barefoot and fearless."

Meanwhile, the Persian cavalry, who had launched an attack from the flank, had carved a bloody path through the enemy lines and joined up with Shahzani's side.

Many Karakhanid soldiers have begun desperately fleeing the battlefield.

At this moment, amidst the chaos of battle.

Shahzani spotted Hassan Tutun, the commander of the Karakhanid Khanate, and immediately turned her horse around and charged toward him.

Hassan Tutun was stunned when he saw the female general charging towards him. In the silent moment before the fierce battle, he had been awestruck by her fearless spirit. In his eyes, she was already an invincible Valkyrie.

But he was a general after all, and after a brief moment of shock, he quickly regained his composure.

He shouted and spurred his horse to flee. At the same time, he took out his bow from his bag, nocked an arrow, turned around sharply, and shot it at Shahzani.

"too slow……"

Shahzani muttered to herself.

Although Hassan Tutun's arrow was not weak, in her eyes it was as if it had been slowed down by 0.5 times, and her trajectory could be judged with her eyes.

"Snapped--!"