I was the Queen of Persia

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"it's over……"

Mahmoud lowered his head helplessly, his tone turning sorrowful: "I commanded thousands of mighty soldiers, ruled over rich lands strewn with jewels, and enjoyed the highest prestige in the world, yet I never imagined that I would ultimately be defeated by a woman..."

"It's all over. Those who want to live, put on the clothes of the common people and flee for your lives..." Mahmoud raised his lifeless eyes and looked around at the officials who had assisted him in his campaigns. "As for me, I will stay here and accept the fate that God has given me."

boom--!

The sound of gunpowder exploding could be heard outside, and the sounds of fierce fighting and shouts of battle grew louder. It was clear that the Samanid army had already breached the city walls and was advancing cautiously.

Upon seeing this, many ministers bowed and kowtowed to the Sultan before hastily departing. Only the desolate monarch remained, along with a few officials, slaves, and servants who were willing to remain with their lord.

Mahmoud, feeling melancholy, began to recite his own poem:

"They fear my mighty club and the blade that will conquer the world,"

"Everyone in the world treats me with utmost respect."

"I am wealthy, successful, and content."

"Sometimes I go around conquering and seizing wealth."

"I am quite proud, like a great man,"

"But now it's impossible to tell the difference between them and beggars."

……

Chapter 154 The Deaths of Ghazni and Karakhan

The Samanid army took control of the inner and outer cities of Kandahar and eliminated the remaining resistance of the Ghaznavids.

Surrounded by female guards, Shahzani entered the palace in Kandahar.

Mahmoud's body lay sprawled on the carpet in the palace hall. A sharp dagger was embedded in his heart, blood flowing from the fatal wound, his dignified eyes still open.

A dozen loyal servants also committed suicide beside the Sultan's body.

“He was a shameful traitor who destroyed the Samanid dynasty, but his courage was also commendable. Warriors, carry his body into the mazar and bury him. May God forgive his arrogance and ambition!” Shahzani waved to his left and right, then turned and left the room.

As they stepped out of the palace gates, the people of Kandahar, led by their religious leaders and mullahs, knelt down in awe to show their submission.

"Devout believers!"

Shahzani surveyed the crowd and proclaimed, "Mahmoud has gone to pay homage to Allah. The rule of the Ghaznavid dynasty is over! From this day forward, you are the loyal subjects of the Samanid dynasty. As long as you follow the divine rule, I will guarantee your prosperity!"

"Long live Her Majesty the Queen! Allah is the greatest!"

A chorus of praise rose and fell like thunder.

at the same time.

Ayaz also led a portion of the remaining Ghaznavid troops to hold the fortress of Zayjat, and the Samanid army launched several attacks, all of which were stubbornly repelled. Upon receiving news of Mahmud's death, the Samanid army immediately sent messengers to inform him.

Ayaz burst into tears upon learning of Mahmoud's death.

“O merciful God! All my riches and honors are gifts from my master. Now that my master has gone to your kingdom, how can I, a lowly slave as dirt, have the face to live on in this world?”

Finally, this loyal servant also ended his own life with a sword, perfectly fulfilling the duty of a Ghulam slave warrior. Although this duty, imbued with a spirit of sacrifice and martyrdom, seemed somewhat foolish, it was considered a "virtue" in the prevailing ideology at the time.

The commander committed suicide, and the remaining Ghaznavid soldiers opened the city gates and surrendered to the Samanid army.

Those Ghaznavid nobles, officials, priests, and soldiers who refused to surrender disguised themselves as ordinary merchants and fled to Hindustan, just like Rajana had done before them.

The last remaining sizable resistance forces of the Ghaznavid regime thus collapsed.

The Ghaznavid dynasty fell. This regime, which lasted for over forty years (962-1003 AD), was militarily prosperous and could have achieved even greater feats, allowing the faith in God to take root in the vast Hindustan region. Unfortunately, it encountered Shahzani during its rise, leading to its ultimate demise.

The Samanid dynasty conquered Ghazni, and its territory extended from the Aral Sea to Makran, and from the Kavir Desert to the banks of the Indus River. All of eastern Iran came under the control of Shahzani.

After mobilizing troops and appointing officials in the former territory of Ghazni and stabilizing his rule, Shahzani gathered his forces, which had been fighting in various places, and returned to Transoxiana Province.

The war with the Ghaznavid dynasty has already consumed too many resources; it is time to rest and recuperate for a while.

At the same time, what needed nourishment was her burning desire.

……

November 5, 1003 AD, the month of Aban in the Persian calendar.

Kashgar City.

The Guiyi Army, the Ganzhou Uyghur Army, the Gaochang Uyghur Army, and the Khotan Army. Several armies gathered below the city, soldiers of all kinds of faces standing in ranks, colorful flags fluttering in the wind.

Sahimian, the "spiritual leader" of the "Arc of Resistance," stood at the front of the battle line, clad in full Persian heavy armor and riding an armored warhorse.

After several battles, the Karakhanid army suffered repeated defeats, leaving Ilik Naser Khan with only a lone city. The Karakhanid regime's core groups—the Karluks, the Western Uyghurs of the Pamir Mountains, the Yangmo, and the Chisi tribes—also fled, and the Karakhanid dynasty's fate was sealed.

"Attack the city!" Sahini's eyes sharpened as she drew her warhammer and pointed it at the city.

The allied forces, their morale high, launched a fierce offensive.

"Boom boom boom..."

Stones rained down on the city wall like hail, sending up chunks of broken earth and bricks. The assault troops followed closely, quickly setting up ladders and scaling the wall.

The vanguard of the Guiyi Army, with their unstoppable force of Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), paved a bloody path for the following troops, while Khotan infantry and Gaochang archers darted through the city walls. The allied soldiers fought side-by-side. The Karakhanid army, unable to withstand the onslaught, suffered a series of defeats.

The palace in the city.

"Khan! The enemy has already stormed into the city!" The servant rushed over to report.

"what?!"

Il-Khwar Khan stood up in shock, muttering, “God, I never imagined that the walls of Kashgar would be so vulnerable… Ah, yes! I should have known. The Khotanese breached this city decades ago. It is not an impregnable fortress at all!”

"Khan, the only way now is to break out through the side gate!" advised the Karakhan guard officer beside him.

“Yes.” Ilik Naser Khan nodded, recalling how, when the former Khans such as Ogurchak were defeated and trapped, they all fled to other places, established their own capitals, and were able to make a comeback later.

He clearly wants to replicate this strategy.

But before they could put it into practice, shouts of battle came from outside the door. The Karakhan guards rushed to fight, but were all cut down due to their outnumbered and weak forces.

Swish—swish—swish!

Countless gleaming swords were held against Ilik Nasser Khan's neck.

The battle ended, the Karakhanid forces in the city were completely annihilated, and Ilik Naser Khan was brought before Shahinihan.

"The Khan of the Turan! Listen to me!"

Sahimian's beautiful eyes hardened, a stark contrast to her alluring and seductive demeanor during her revelry: "You led your army to invade our land and then launched an attack on the homes of Buddhists—a truly heinous act of folly! Now, your Khanate has been destroyed, and you will receive the punishment you deserve!"

Ilikh Nasser Khan hung his head and remained silent, clearly having accepted his fate of defeat.

Shahiniyan handed him over to the Khotanese for trial and punishment, since the Karakhanid Khanate had caused far more damage to the Khotanese kingdom than the Samanid dynasty and Transoxiana.

The Karakhanid Dynasty had fallen, but Sahini's face showed little joy. After dealing with the aftermath of the war, she returned to her tent, wrote a report, and dispatched a capable female warrior named Shaher to accompany the returning caravan back to Bukhara to report.

……

Bukhara.

The magnificent city was lavishly decorated, becoming even more resplendent and dazzling, to welcome Her Majesty the Queen's triumphant return.

As Shahzani's triumphant army stepped into the oasis along the Muryan River, the gentle flow of the river, the mild climate, and the fragrant fruits created a warm and familiar atmosphere that instantly swept away the fatigue from the battlefield.

Civil and military officials and the people of the entire city had already lined the route to welcome Her Majesty, with flowers in full bloom and the aroma of naan bread filling the air. Everyone bowed in unison, praising Her Majesty's extraordinary martial prowess.

As Shahzani rode forward, returning the salute, she finally saw the two familiar figures she had been longing for day and night before the massive Iwan-style arched city gate.

Chapter 155 A Brief Peace, Let the Nightly Revelry Begin!

"Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Bahram!"

"Falzana!"

When long-separated lovers meet again, their excitement is truly beyond words.

Shahzani outwardly maintained the decorum befitting a queen, but in reality, her secret garden was already overflowing with desire. She couldn't wait to rush forward and seize these two beloved men she had been longing for, to share with them in their rose-strewn, fragrant chambers, and to enjoy a long-awaited moment of bliss.

But we cannot do that now. We must first extinguish the fire of desire with the water of reason. Only after a series of procedures, such as ceremonies, handover of government affairs, and audiences with ministers, are completed can we have time for revelry.

During the Samanid-Ghaznavid War.

Bahramu's military exploits in conquering Balasagun and capturing Ahmad Togan Khan need no further elaboration.

Farzana presided over the administration of the Samanid government and achieved remarkable results, leading to bumper harvests, prosperous commerce and tourism in the Transoxiana province, and a steady flow of tax revenue into the national treasury.

Farzana built a large amount of infrastructure in various counties, including Dabiristan literacy schools, Madarasa monasteries, Khanaqah prayer halls, city hospitals, Zurkhaneh (houses of power), bazaars, libraries, irrigation facilities, bathhouses, and more.

Farzana studied under renowned scholars such as Biruni, acquiring extensive astronomical knowledge. She established a large-scale observatory outside Bukhara and frequently observed the stars herself, compiling star catalogs and making further minor adjustments to the already quite accurate Persian calendar.

Following Shahzani's policies (and Iranian tradition), Farzana continued to promote academic research. Scholars from Shiraz, Isfahan, Ra'ibah, Khorasan, and Kerman gathered in Bukhara. Scholars of various faiths, upholding the pre-Samanid virtue of thirst for knowledge, eagerly translated academic texts from ancient Babylon, ancient Greece, Arabic, China, and Sassanid Pahlavi into Persian, striving to incorporate the knowledge of the known world into their own.

After listening to the reports from the civil and military officials, Shahzani was very satisfied. After summarizing the achievements and experiences, he announced the end of the court session.

It was already late, so after having dinner, taking a bath, and performing evening prayers, Shahzani changed into light gauze clothing and went to her bedchamber to enjoy happiness and tranquility.

Farzana and Bahraim had already bathed and dressed, waiting for them. The door closed, and the three of them, unable to contain their joy, embraced tightly.

The three first recited beautifully written lyrical poems, expressing their longing and sorrow. They quoted poems by poets such as Rudaki, Abidjani, Bukhari, Tajiki, and Bakhrami.

Shahzani started by saying:

"Your blushing face surpasses that of a rose, your fair neck rivals that of a milky white lily,"

"Her pearly white teeth were like pearls, and her bright red lips were like two vivid red gems."

Bahram continued chanting:

"A pure musk scent emanates from around your curls,"

"Your lips are like a bright red fruit."

Farzana then continued singing:

"You are a warm, radiant moon,"

"You are the warbling oriole, you are the enchanting mandarin duck."

The talented Falzana, holding her Barbadon, sang with a nightingale-like voice that echoed throughout the room. Leaning against the cushions, her body was faintly visible beneath the thin gauze, her jade feet alluring and captivating.

As the jewel-colored nectar flowed down her cheeks, the beauty's face flushed crimson, and the nectar of her flower path seeped out, soaking three pairs of crimson panties. Her sheer veil slowly fell away, revealing her delicate petals rubbing together, her honey-colored skin shimmering in the lamplight.

……

After a tender "battle," the three beauties fell into a sweet sleep, completely naked. The palace was filled with a rich, lingering scent afterward, and the gauze curtains and carpets were stained with honey that remained until the next morning.

Finally, the palace maids responsible for cleaning had to place even more incense burners to mask the intoxicatingly strong smell. In truth, the maids had long harbored fantasies, but they couldn't stop working. In the end, they had to force themselves to finish cleaning, and only after returning to their private quarters could they indulge in self-gratification or cuddle with their close female friends.

In the following months, the Samanid dynasty maintained relative peace, and Shahzani's daily life became routine. Apart from necessary prayers, court sessions, and handling state affairs, she spent the rest of her time on various hobbies.

It's a good time to take advantage of this brief period of peace and make good use of it to "recharge and recharge".

Shahzani had a wide range of interests: sometimes she would read historical and literary works in her study; sometimes she would gather believers to preach and expound the gospel; sometimes she would go to the countryside to ride horses and hunt; sometimes she would compete in polo and wrestling with warriors; and sometimes she would observe military training and practice martial arts...

But what she longed for most was to spend a peaceful and gentle night with Bahraim and Farzana.

Of course, it wasn't just the two of them.

Brave female warriors have achieved great feats on the battlefield, and correspondingly, they also need joy and enjoyment.

Shahzani's military management principles were clear-cut: when war came, all officers and soldiers had to devote themselves to the battle and were strictly prohibited from relaxing their vigilance by indulging in pleasure, drinking alcohol, or other activities that relaxed their guard; when the war was over and there was a truce, they could devote themselves to the "battle" and fully enjoy themselves.

So, Her Majesty the Queen, who is quite adept at having fun, came up with a very exciting "game".

……

One evening after that.

After finishing their daily duties, Bahramu and Farzana bathed and washed as usual, changed into light gauze clothes, and, led by their maids, went to Shahzani's bedchamber.

From a distance, the sounds of seductive music could be heard, as alluring as the soft chirping of a nightingale. But when the exquisitely beautiful palace gates opened, the two heroines were utterly dumbfounded:

On the ornately decorated hall carpet, hundreds of smooth, shapely bodies were intertwined and entwined. Their naked bodies revealed their skin, and streams of fluid and nectar sprayed everywhere, accompanied by endless moans of pleasure.

The court painter, Faruh Nakshbandi, was also completely naked. At this moment, one hand gripped a brush, sketching rapidly on the paper, while the other roamed freely over a beautiful, muscular body. Her nimble hand, like a swift scout, traversed towering peaks, crossed flat plains, stepped over slightly protruding, hard rocks, plunged into the dark forest, and finally reached the overflowing, crimson abyss.

Could this be... the paradise created by God Hudda?

As Shahzani saw them arrive, she slowly withdrew her body from the female painter's delicate hand and walked towards the two sisters with a charming smile: "Welcome to 'Paradise'."