Sibi, a small oasis area more than a hundred miles southeast of Quetta.

The Baloch people who walked here with their families stopped.

Although Mir Ali Khan asked them to withdraw from the Indus Plain, they didn't want to leave when they walked here. They brought it from the endless green plain to the desolate plateau. It would be impossible to say that there was no gap in their hearts.

Although the Baloch people have been called "grafting tribes" by surrounding tribes for hundreds of years, if they change to a good environment, they can still become a normal group. They have just calmed down and left, and it is obvious that there is not only a gap.

However, for most Balochi family members, although they have only been to the Oasis Plain for less than ten years, these ten years have allowed them to enjoy the comfort they had never had in the wasteland before.

After coming to the oasis, they ransacked all the local Hindu and Islamic farmers, robbed their women and wealth, made the Islamic people their servants, made the Hindus slaves to make cattle and horses for them, and lay comfortably on the thick Persian carpet and fed all day long.

Who would like to give up on such a life?

What's more, after coming here, he was far away from the plain battlefield. Although Truqin is famous, no one can tell the matter of the war. Anyway, the Balochs have never fought with them before, what if they win?

If you walk to Quetta in one breath and finally go back, wouldn't it be useless?

What's more, although they took away Balochi relatives and valuable things this time, the houses, farmlands, cattle and sheep are still in place. The abominable Islamic and Hindus slaves are probably very happy now. Maybe they have already taken their houses for themselves.

Also, the years of comfortable days have greatly weakened the physical strength of the Baloch people who were originally wading through mountains and rivers on the barren plateau. It is already quite good for them to reach Sibi in one breath, and now they can no longer walk.

There are also some Hindus in the team. They are all the Shudra slaves whom Queen Durga married Alicia, the daughter of Mir Ali. Mir Ali has countless wives and concubines. Alicia is just one of them. She is not a big wife yet, so she will naturally not be respected by other wives.

Alicia curled up beside the Baloch people, her empty eyes showing her fear and helplessness.

The same is true for her several Shudra maids. They didn't understand the words of the shudra. Seeing that the others were talking loudly in the words of the shudra, they also glanced at them maliciously from time to time, which aggravated their fear.

For Mir Ali Khan, in addition to accepting Queen Durga's marriage, she naturally was unwilling to provoke the stronger Sikh Empire.

With Durga's territory, the Baloch people's life was much better, and they were so useless that a beautiful girl, why not do it?

The people of Mir Ali were all set off after gathering in Larkana, which was in the middle of the oasis. Along the way, they seemed not to be fleeing, but to return home. They did not think that they would be defeated, but to temporarily avoid the enemy's edge.

Therefore, along the way, they took a break and had a very relaxed freehand painting. They arrived at Sibi for half a month. When they got here, the cavalry leader of the team also thought that there was no need to continue walking.

When Mir Ali Khan first entered the Oasis plain, he had a battle with the Maratha cavalry, who had the upper hand. In the end, the Baloch people won a great victory and drove the Marathas completely out. The Marathas were all tall Mawari horses, and even such cavalry won. What is the Truchen who had never seen before?

Mir Ali Khan's eldest wife is fifty years old. She is now eating surrounded by a group of men and women slaves. After seeing Alicia curled up in the distance, the pleasure in her heart suddenly arose.

In the past, with Mir Ali's protection in Hyderabad City and before he could go far, Alicia obviously would not be bullied by them, but now it's different. Mir Ali will not know when she will come back.

Also, the cavalry leader who led the team was her son and Mir Ali's youngest son. Although it was impossible to inherit Mir Ali's Khan position, he is now the boss of this team of tens of thousands of people!

She asked someone to call Alicia over. Alicia had just seen her malicious gaze, so she naturally didn't want to go over. Now she was annoyed and was about to stand up with a "ten" sound, but then she made an embarrassing "sharp" sound - she was too fat and broke her long skirt because she used too much force.

Now everyone couldn't hide their smiles, and even Alicia in the distance could not help it.

Now, she became even more angry. After standing up, she staggered towards Alicia, walked to her and pounced on her, naturally, she was a snatching face, pulling her ears, and spitting.

Alicia dared not resist, and could only endure it silently. She not only had to endure her heavy body, but also her tearing.

Her youngest son, the leader of the cavalry, was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and he was also smiling and watching. After a while, she suddenly tore Alicia's clothes open, and then exposed the snow-white skin inside.

The youngest son's heart was pounding. Seeing his mother still fighting, he walked over and pushed her away. She was about to scold her. The youngest son smiled and said something in her ear. She was furious first, then nodded again, and nodded fiercely.

The youngest son put Alicia on a horse and then left with the horse.

Sibi is a village. The youngest son casually pushed open a house, put Alicia who was at a loss on the ground, and then rushed over...

At this moment, a large movement suddenly came from the vicinity of the village!

Where can my youngest son care about so many things?

After finishing, he lay lazily on the ground motionless, and then the gate of the yard was opened.

"Who?!"

He cursed angrily.

There should be several of his guards outside, and there should be no one else in this place except his people. There were people disturbing him while he was doing things, which made him furious.

"Cruff..."

The door is open.

A very beautiful woman in her thirties appeared before him.

"It's you..."

Although this person is a woman, he is tall and strong. According to the standards of later generations, he is afraid that he is 1.80 meters tall and fair-skinned. At first glance, he is the Brahmin class in Hinduism. One of the purposes of the Brahmins is to prevent intermarriage between different classes.

Brahmins, said to be from Persia and beyond the West, are the supreme Brahmins of Aryan bloodline. They have always maintained fair skin. At the beginning, the Brahmins were Kshatriya, and then the Vaishya in the middle, and the dark one was Shudra.

As for Dalit, it was the lowest-class slave who existed like a livestock.

This woman is the queen of Sadigabad, Shaya, known as the Queen of Durga, and Qin Liangyu of the Indus River Basin.

Shaya was holding a sword in his hand, a sword hilt shining with golden light, and the sword body was shining with blue light!

The youngest son is fully awakened at this time.

"What are you going to do? Don't kill me, my father is the king of Hyderabad!"

Sha Ya first looked at her daughter, her eyes full of resentment, and then she looked at him.

"He is no longer!"

"No! He has always been! He is just leaving for the time being!"

"He has been defeated and placed in the hands of the Truchens, and his ten thousand cavalrymen were wiped out in Daravot"

"Impossible, impossible!"

The youngest son didn't believe it at all and shouted loudly with his naked body, but he soon felt the pain, which came from his crotch.

When he endured the severe pain and looked down, the scene in front of him made him feel a little dizzy.

His work was cut off by Shaya's Brahmin sword!

"Ah!"

He fell down after a scream.

In the distance, more tragic cries came one after another. It was obvious that Queen Durga's army arrived and was massacring tens of thousands of families of Mir Ali Khan.

Brahmanism emphasizes reincarnation.

For them, massacre or being slaughtered is a kind of reincarnation.

The massacre lasted all day.

When a huge sunset half-hides the top of Mount Suleiman, the towering clouds in the west, the surrounding clouds were reflected in a large area of ​​red.

"Ah..."

The last Balochi cavalry screamed when they were killed, which was also the last movement in Sibi throughout the day.

Then the earth became completely quiet, and the Hindus soldiers who had been killed for the whole day were also tired, and they all lay on the wasteland, looking up at the bloody sky.

"Dadadada..."

At this moment, another sound of horse hooves came from the northwest. The Indian soldiers were all shocked and were about to struggle to get up. The only woman in the field who seemed not tired, but who walked through the pile of corpses with a strong smell of blood with appreciation stopped them.

"Don't panic, that's Truqin"

In the bloody setting sun, a road leading from Quetta to the east oasis, Toure appeared with a large group of cavalry.

In the past few days, because he defeated the main forces of Mir Ali and Hunis, in order to completely eliminate the hidden dangers, he personally led two brigades to sweep north along the Hubu River again.

Bella, Ornaja, Huzdal, Surab, Glad, and all the way to Quetta, the old nest of the East Baloch, were swept by the Truchen cavalry of two brigades.

It was a real sweep, and the sweep of the forts along the way. The Baloch city obviously could not stop the Truchens, and the strongest Quetta was the same.

Unlike Shaya who slaughtered all the family of Mir Ali in anger, Toure is obviously much more realistic. He brought out about 20,000 young Balochi women and their property, and then burned down the so-called cities with a fire.

Their actions were quick. One brigade swept, and one brigade escorted property and women. In less than ten days, he swept from Bella to Quetta, and then escorted a large number of seizures back.
Chapter completed!