His scimitar pressed against the face of the envoy for a long time before he released it with a cold laugh: "Fulk, help our esteemed envoy up and let him stand aside and wait!"
He then strode swiftly towards the center of the camp's training ground.
Bang bang—
He shook the central brass bell, and upon hearing the sound, soldiers from various units began to gather around.
The Mamluks, clad in iron armor and belonging to him personally, formed a wall of steel, surrounding Ivan in the very center.
He stepped onto the shoulder of a Mamluk and stood up, loudly shouting: "Brothers, do you know what our Ivan Tribe lacks the most now?"
"Is it livestock?"
"Warhorses!"
"Weapons!"
The soldiers shouted chaotically. Most hailed from places like Aleppo and Damascus, with many being former farmers or escape slaves and horse bandits recruited near Samarkand, all sharing a humble background.
"Ha, no, it's women!"
