Pasha Farzah's eyes flashed with a chilly glint when he listened to Alexander's offensive plan.
This principle of smoke and bait… using one group to lure the enemy out while sneaking up with another…. the old warlord had to admit, it was very good.
His heart further danced with as he heard the young boy finish,
"My lord, I am also aware that you want to replace your eldest son with Kayvan. And this might be the best opportunity for the young man to gain that much needed prestige."
"Imagine, we put Kayvan in charge of the army in name. Then once we take Bahu, Mirzah who was leading the baiting army would only have a few burnt villages and towns to show for himself…. while your youngest son will be sitting on the throne of Pasha Raysal! What glory!"
"I will talk to Ptolomy about this." This tempting allure was the straw that broke the camel's back for Pasha Farzah.
