Timur has always shown a majestic and unpredictable image to his nephews and subjects.
Although he was lame due to an accident in his early years, for the Mongolians who grew up on horseback, an inconvenient leg did not affect their ability to control their horses at a gallop. Timur has always been the bravest and wisest among the Mongols. Later, after he converted to the True Ancestor, he successfully obtained the protection of the True Ancestor and became an invincible Sultan. He single-handedly conquered the Timur Empire. A territory that shakes the past and shines into the present.
It can be said that he has always been in an absolutely strong state, overlooking everyone and the surrounding countries.
He indeed brought victory after victory to the empire with his bravery and wisdom.
However, Timur's majesty began to slowly fade from the moment he encountered the Ming army. Time and time again, the Ming army exceeded the expectations of the invincible Sultan, and time and time again defeated the army of the empire that should have been invincible.
If we talk about the outside of Keshi City, Sultan Timur retained a little of his majesty by raiding the Zhou king's main formation. So the failure of the last breakout had destroyed all the majesty he had managed to protect.
He became suspicious and irritable, and could only rely on a reign of terror to maintain his former strength.
But now, the supposedly powerful Sultan of the Empire was covered in blood and roaring. His lame feet were hanging weakly. He looked like a crazy beggar who had been robbed of his last food. There was no fear of him. ? .qgν.
Just like this empire that is at the end of its rope.
Timur was still urging, but a bold idea flashed through Alitaz's mind: Mahema and Khalil could serve the Ming Dynasty, but what about him?
Can I do it now...?
Isn’t there someone in front of us, the great contribution of Po Tian?
"His Royal Highness Alitaz?" Beside him, a close aide of Timur looked at the grandson of the Sultan with great confusion. The Sultan is already urging you. What is your Highness waiting for?
Alitaz is thinking about the feasibility of the matter. Most of Timur's Mamluk guards have been allocated to the descendants, mainly Ulugh Beg, to serve as war supervisors. Now most of the Sultan's side They were all his people, Alitaz, and only a few of them were his grandfather Timur's own cronies.
Things are promising.
When Timur's cronies urged Alitaz again, Alitaz, who had already made a decision in his mind, suddenly pulled out the Damascus scimitar from his waist. The sharp blade effortlessly broke through the confidant's body. The ribs cut him down in a pool of blood with a face full of disbelief.
"Alitaz? You?" Even though he was furious because of the sudden explosion, after seeing Alitaz's actions, Timur quickly sensed the danger. One of his hands was still covering the bleeding wound on his forehead, while the other hand was instinctively groping for the blade.
"The Sultan is dead! This man is a fake puppet supported by Ulugh Beg! Kill him quickly!".qgν.
With one thought and another thought, Alitaz, who had made up his mind to get rid of Timur, his grandfather, and who liked to contribute to the Ming Dynasty to preserve his own status, found a name for himself in an instant. The Ming army's previous somewhat comical preaching was the best way to gain a good reputation at this time. Not only can he justifiably get rid of Timur, the Sultan, but he can also make his own achievements surpass those of Mahema and Khalil!
His cronies obviously couldn't digest the amount of information in this sentence quickly, but the seriously injured Timur had already reacted. He quickly called to his cronies: "Quick! Kill Alitaz!"
Sultan Mamluk's personal guards drew their swords and stepped forward. Alitaz's cronies finally reacted and fought together with the personal guards.
"The real Sultan is dead! Kill the fake Sultan!" Alitaz was still shouting.
The number of personal guards around Timur was inferior, and Timur had no intention of killing Ataliz. After he asked his personal guards to rush forward, he quickly retreated, trying to leave the workshop in the chaos.
However, some of the craftsmen reacted. The silversmith already understood that this was the only chance for people like him to survive. He hurriedly called to his companions:
"Quickly, help His Highness Alitaz stop this fake Sultan!"
"Kill him! We can survive!"
The craftsmen who had just woken up from a dream rushed forward. Timur was lame and could not run fast without a horse. He was quickly surrounded by the craftsmen. The two guards who were protecting him drew their swords and slashed wildly. Although they killed two craftsmen, they aroused the blood of the others. A large group of craftsmen with red eyes surrounded Timur like a surging tide. The great Sultan, who stood above everyone and commanded the wind and rain, was like a small boat that could capsize at any time in the wind and rain.
"Sultan!" Seeing Timur in danger, those who had been fighting with Alitaz immediately began to try to return to aid. However, Alitaz's cronies quickly killed all the people they left behind, and then killed them in front of Timur.
Timur's face was frighteningly pale, but his voice still tried hard to maintain dignity. "Put away your knife. I trust you so much that I let you guard me."
"You are my most beloved grandson, the future sultan of the empire..."
"Alitaz, I am your grandfather..."
"Grandpa?" Alitaz curled his lips disdainfully. This grandfather has many descendants, but now he is pretending to have any kind of family affection here... That day, when he asked Mr. Pierre to break out and die, there was no warmth on his face.
These grassland peoples, the weak and the strong, have never had any kind of relationship between their ancestors and their grandchildren. Alitaz understood Timur's cold-bloodedness in the past, and therefore felt extremely ridiculous for Timur's pretentious behavior at this time.
However, the reputation of righteousness still needs to be maintained. Those wise people attach great importance to justice... Therefore, Alitaz did not respond to Timur's words, but looked around with a bloody knife: "Who is going to kill this lowly puppet? Ulugh Beg was so heinous that he even found People pretending to be sultans..."
"Alitaz!" Timur roared, like a lone wolf at the end of its rope. "You still have one last way to survive..."
However, Alitaz, who had made a decision, knew that he had no way out. He directly raised the Damascus scimitar in his hand and killed Timur. The cronies around him were more or less hesitant, but the craftsmen who were already on the road to death became Alitaz's most loyal companions.
They shouted and surged towards Timur together.
Timur originally wanted to bluff. In his opinion, as long as he could bluff Alitaz, he would still have a chance to make a comeback. However, the invincible conqueror misjudged the situation this time. The people who were more eager to take his life than Alitaz were the craftsmen whom he had never looked at from the beginning to the end.
They shouted and roared, even rushing ahead of Alitaz, using their flesh and blood and numbers to tear through the defense line of the Sudanese guards.
Then, a hammer swung out fiercely and accurately hit the head of the great Sultan Tamerlane.
