I was the Queen of Persia

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“Well, of course, I’m not talking about her value in the bazaar slave market, but rather the more important intelligence she can provide,” Bahmanyar quickly added.

“No matter what, she’s still useful as long as she’s alive. Hurry up! We need to get her back to camp for treatment,” Farukzad said immediately.

……

The sandstorm whistles, and the battle flag flutters.

The lines of soldiers and civilians stretched across the desert like rivers of quicksand.

Upon arriving at the camp, Farukzad immediately summoned the best military doctors to treat the female officer from Turan, and also sent soldiers to cook a pot of mutton soup and bake some naan bread, which were then sent to the main camp after being heated up.

The military medics trained by the great physician Ibn Sina were all highly skilled, and after a short while, the wounded were out of danger. A hot meal was then served to help them recover their strength.

"God above! The soul of Afrasiyab above! I thought all Persians were demons, but it seems I was wrong. In any case, the Most High God bears witness, thank you for your mercy and generosity!"

The Turan people were extremely grateful to the princess. The princess helped the woman lie down and told her to rest well.

“If I’m not mistaken, you are an officer in Turan Khan’s personal guard,” Princess Farukzad said.

"Exactly."

"Hmm, very good. You're a smart person, and you must be well aware of your situation. Be sensible, or I will reconsider your 'treatment'."

Using force first, then diplomacy, to intimidate and deter others was one of Farukzad's methods for dealing with enemy prisoners of war, and it was often very effective.

The Turan captive nodded silently.

Farukzad was quite satisfied, and his tone softened slightly.

"What is your name, and why have you fallen to this state?"

“My name is Kizilhan, and I am a centurion of the personal guard of Aknuer Khan. The calamity I have suffered stems from a failed rebellion within our Khanate…”

Kizilhan began to recount the whole story.

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The defeat at the Battle of Otrar caused Aknuar's authority to plummet. With the Khan's power waning, the inherent characteristics of the steppe order—internal strife and power struggles—were exposed, and the tendency for separatism within the ruling group intensified. Even the Khan's most trusted personal guard showed signs of disloyalty.

Aknuar's cousin, Musa Abu Baitash of Barskha, plotted to seize power. He secretly recruited followers and bribed some of the Khan's personal guard officers, secretly planning an armed rebellion.

Unfortunately, the coup plotters underestimated Aknuar's shrewdness. News of the rebellion leaked out, quickly provoking Aknuar's fierce suppression, and ultimately ending in failure.

The leaders, including Musa Abu Baitash, and ten others, were wrapped in blankets and trampled into a bloody pulp by the hooves of warhorses; the followers, including Omar Osman Tegin, and twenty others, were either blinded or had their hands and feet cut off and abandoned in the wilderness to be devoured by wolves; the remaining hundred or so followers were nailed to cangues in the desert. She was one of the survivors.

After being rescued by Farukzad, this reborn Turan guard officer has decided to pledge allegiance to the Saman Empire.

"now it's right."

Farukzad was very pleased: "Iranians and Turans are all descendants of Faridon, why must they fight each other? Come! On behalf of my mother—the great Shahsha, the projection of God on earth, I welcome your service!"

As a member of the Khan's personal guard, he must have been familiar with many of the core military systems, political affairs, family and clan secrets of the Turan Khanate, and even many unknown details about Aknuar himself. This information is undoubtedly of immeasurable value.

This is one of the reasons why Farukzad spared her life.

Chapter 347 Slaves of the Samanid Empire (1)

“Very well, then, Kyzylkhan, are you willing to follow me—the princess of the king of kings, the daughter of the nation, the light of the Shah of Iran?” Farukzad said forcefully.

“Ah, that is a great honor. You are the pillar of the nation and the future of the empire. I am willing to become your slave.” Kizilhan immediately got up from the couch, wearing only a triangular cloth, and kissed the tip of the princess’s boot.

This is indeed a blessing.

Her identity was essentially that of a slave.

The Khan's personal guard of the Turan Khanate was actually composed largely of skilled slaves like her. However, if they accumulated military merits and gained the Khan's favor, they could also achieve upward social mobility and become steppe nobles.

Many slave soldiers in the Khan's personal guard rose to the ranks of military nobles such as Tegin, Beg, Tutun, and Darahan through their repeated military achievements.

However, such a noble status is often difficult to maintain for long. In addition to the harsh conditions and high mortality rate of soldiers in the Turan region, Aknuer's suspicious nature also led her to frequently carry out massacres and purges of her close advisors.

Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; one's life is constantly in danger.

The situation was quite different in the Samanid Empire.

Their material living conditions improved significantly. After being unexpectedly rescued by the Saman army, they lived on softer beds, ate more delicious food, and received proper medical treatment, which was much more comfortable than on the grasslands.

The bazaar was filled with a dazzling array of goods, including the Zandanab, which the Turan people treasured and was readily available throughout the Samanid Empire.

Otrar was merely a newly annexed territory of the Samanid Empire, a small border town. One can imagine how prosperous and thriving the more affluent Iranian provinces of Transoxiana, Khorasan, and Fars must have been.

Of course, more importantly, she was completely captivated by Farukzad's character and spirit.

This is the most important reason for making the choice.

"Haha, okay, get up."

Farukzad pulled her up: "In our Iranian tradition, slaves can also hold official positions. I have a garrison of ten men under my command that lacks a commander, so I will appoint you as 'Dahsadar' (squad leader)."

After saying this, he bestowed upon the recipient a new set of military uniform and a saddle axe.

……

Eda La region.

The sandstorm whistled, and the ranks of soldiers marched in formation.

The clerks of the Samanid army moved between tents and camels, compiling and statistically analyzing the battle results and casualties of various armies, divisions, regiments, and local forces.

After the war ended, the spoils of war, especially prisoners of war and slaves, still needed to be dealt with.

The slave trade was once one of the important industries of the Samanid dynasty.

In 9th-10th century Iran, a slave could often be taxed for 70-100 dirhams, while a strong prisoner of war could fetch up to 300 dirhams, demonstrating their considerable value.

Those who monopolized the slave trade were often large merchants with royal or government connections. Only they possessed the financial and military strength to firmly control this industry.

After Shahzani revived the Samanid Empire, the slave trade did not disappear immediately. However, Shahzani implemented numerous "civilizational" reforms to ensure it was better suited to the needs of her rule.

Enemy soldiers captured during the war remained an important source of slaves.

Of course, the slaves of the Samanid Empire were mostly government slaves or household slaves of high-ranking officials and nobles. Those with real talent and learning could become officials or ministers.

Slavery on a large scale, like that of the Turan Khanate (and other slave-owning empires), was extremely rare in the Samanid Empire, which already had a mature centralized feudal bureaucracy, though not completely extinct.

Special prisoners of war like Kizilhan were already taken as personal servants by Farukzad; while the vast majority of other prisoners of war had to be selected, with the handsome and strong chosen to be sent to the palace and various levels of government...

Those who remain unclaimed will be sent to the prison camp to undergo a few years of "labor reform."

……

Between the dome-shaped military tents and the crimson Iranian Shah banners.

"You are already slaves of the Saman Empire! Now, I command you to take off your clothes!"

The tall, alluring female officer from Saman swayed her cypress-like waist as she patrolled back and forth in front of the Turan prisoners of war, her seductive red lips occasionally issuing forceful commands.

Dozens of young and strong Turan men looked at each other, somewhat at a loss in the face of the powerful and beautiful woman.

"What are you still hesitating for? Where has your manly courage gone?!"

The female officer from Saman was very dissatisfied. She swung her axe and cut off the belt of a Turan boy next to her. The baggy trousers immediately slipped down, revealing his dejected belongings, which looked like they had been defeated in battle.

This caused the surrounding female soldiers to burst into laughter.

"Quiet!" Officer Saman shouted to silence the crowd, then began to tease them with a gentle and seductive touch. "Young man, you're new to the battlefield and still lack experience. Remember! In front of ladies, you must show the courage of a man."

With a seductive yet powerful caressing motion, the object seemed to be encouraged, standing tall and erect, its entire majestic posture much more imposing than before, full of vigor, large and strong, even deserving to be called a "dragon," comparable to the legendary Ardahaka.

"Wow!" The female warriors of Saman exclaimed softly in unison.

They all drooled with desire, leering at each other.

“Hey! This is top-quality stuff. If it were offered to Her Majesty Shahzani, the center of the universe, she would surely enjoy heavenly comfort.”

"Why not offer it to General Sahinnian? I swear by God! Sucking on this behemoth will surely make her feel like she's in heaven."

"Hehe, maybe the whole 'garden' will be overflowing with 'milk' by then!"

……

The female soldiers of Saman made no attempt to hide their teasing and conversation.

The Turan boys were stunned. Although many of them did not know Persian, they could not understand what the Samanian warriors were talking about and could only understand some of the words.

But to their astonishment, they discovered that the female warriors' groins were gradually becoming wet. Even through their heavy armor, they could clearly see drops of honey dripping down, wetting the dry sand. What was about to happen was all too obvious!

"All right!"

The female officer, Saman, blushed and exuded charm: "Now, let's 'inspect' the slaves separately. I'll 'inspect' this one, and you can divide up the others to 'inspect' them. Remember your duties! Go!"

After saying that, she giggled, picked up the boy from Turan, and walked towards the tent next to her.

"Yes! We'll obey your orders!" the female soldiers of Saman teased.

Immediately, they rushed to the front and revealed their succubus nature, using a combination of seduction and coercion to strip the Turan prisoners of war naked, revealing their broad, muscular chests and shapely hips and legs.

Chapter 348 Slaves of the Samanid Empire (2)

Inside the tent, the air was filled with the chirping of orioles and swallows.

Although the marching rugs were somewhat simple and unadorned, the embroidered Khorasan-Sistan patterns on them still showcased the bravery, piety, and elegance of Persian culture.

"Show your weapons, unleash your courage!"

The female officer, Saman, was almost completely naked. She alluringly and forcefully removed her panties and began issuing orders to the trembling Turan boy before her.

In an instant, a voluptuous and strong jade body lay before her, exuding a mature aura of desire. She stretched out her beautiful and powerful bare feet, her toes hooking around the Turan boy's mouth, her fiery red lips curving up alluringly.

She was a seasoned "hunter," skilled at capturing the hearts of naive young men. She knew perfectly well that to achieve her goal, she would use charm, not force. Under her alluring advances, the boy's shy and humble resistance crumbled instantly.

"Snapped--!"

"Sudabe's gaping maw" swallowed "Zohark Dragon's Root," and the female officer displayed her alluring charm, unleashing her endless desires.

The heat surged and the waves surged.

"Ha! Warriors of Iran! With the power of Gushaspu, launch an attack on the Turans!"

The female officer, Saman, was already aroused, her strong body burning hot, and her rosy cheeks flushed. She truly possessed the seductive beauty of the enchantress Sudabe.

Of course, as a female officer clad in armor and wielding weapons, she was equally adept at fighting on the battlefield, commanding troops in battle, and handling military affairs. She was not merely the kind of femme fatale who would only bring disaster to the country and its people.

No, this is entirely Jah, the seductive female demon from Iranian mythology.

She possesses steel-like muscles, used in war; and also a bewitching beauty, burning with desire.

A fierce attack, a pincer movement.

The battle intensified, and the female officer's cheerful and unrestrained battle cry resounded throughout the sky, creating a vibrant and surging wave of energy.

The peak has finally arrived, as if I have understood the holy will of God. A warm current envelops my whole body, and my internal organs are swimming in a heavenly fullness and lightness.

"Hoo-ha! Allah is great!"

The female officer let out a long, pleasant moan, flirtatiously tossing her disheveled hair, looking down at her with seductive glances, her fiery red lips exhaling a bewitching breath.

Those alluring eyes, that captivating posture, seemed to say, "Little brother, are you convinced?"

Huh-huh-huh-!

The allure of the female officer from Saman stirred the most primal and wild desires within the young Turan. After all, he was a robust man born on the grasslands, and even though he was new to the world, he was still physically strong and full of energy.

Suddenly leaping up, she lifted her two beautiful and strong legs, inhaling deeply the rich scent of her bare feet, letting out several battle roars, and launched a fierce frontal assault, penetrating deep inside.

The towering, vigorous behemoth, like the spear of Avrashiyab piercing the clouds, guided the Turan cavalry forward, invincible and unstoppable.

Charging relentlessly, the young Turan's fierce charge repeatedly tore through the defenses of the female officer Saman, breaking through layers of encirclement and obstruction, and striking right at the heart of the attack.

The female officer was startled and her heart fluttered. However, she was used to riding warhorses and powerfully riding men. She wanted to change things up. The thought of being pinned down by such a handsome and strong young man filled her with a shameful pleasure.

If it weren't for the limitations, she would have loved to invite a master erotic painter to depict the scene of her being "dominated" by a boy.

Alternatively, they could summon a large group of strong, muscular men from enemy countries who had been conquered by the Samanian warriors and order them to watch the battle, showcasing the "tyrannical power" of the Samanian bewitching female officers. In such a shameful setting, their deepest desires could burn even more intensely.

With this in mind, the female officer, amidst the spreading pleasure, began to issue orders.

"You! I command you! Take me outside the tent and perform a 'live sex show'!" Mei Ran's words were forceful and resolute, filled with an irresistible force.

"Huh?! This..." The Turan boy was dumbfounded. Such unconventional words left him speechless. "This...this...I...I..." Even the weapons that were attacking him began to weaken slightly.

"What? You dare disobey the orders of your master?" The female officer Saman's beautiful eyes widened in anger. "Do as I say right now! You slave of Turan! Otherwise, I will cut off your manhood like a gelding!"

Having said that, she suddenly sprang up. Her strong, beautiful hands wrapped around the other person's neck, and her thick, strong legs clamped around the other person's waist and abdomen like steel clamps, the point of attack still firmly and tightly pressed together.