Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 460 The wind is blowing and heading west
The military preparations for the crusade against Kazakh Yangir Khan had begun a long time ago. At the northern foot of the Kyrgyz Mountains in the Hoshuotewanhu Prefecture, more than 100,000 elite soldiers, grain and grass baggage, sleigh boats for transportation, and reindeer pulling the sleigh boats were gathered. etc. At this moment, what this army needs is a commander and military orders to go out.

"Da~da~da~"

The horses' hooves were flying, and the Great Khan of Lotus galloped from Lhasa to the Kyrgyz Mountains with 10,000 imperial cavalry.

The mountains and rivers are magnificent, but the Sri Lankan people have no intention of admiring them; the thousands of horses are galloping, but the Sri Lankan people still feel that the horses are slow, and they wish they could fly to the Kyrgyz Mountains immediately, kill, kill, kill, and swallow thousands of miles like a tiger! He wants revenge, and the shame of his past defeat can only be washed away with the blood of his enemies!

"Yangir Khan, I'm here! I'm going to capture your capital, Turkestan, bring your women into the harem, and take your treasures as my own. Wait for me, hahaha." The devil laughed wildly. The murderous intention in his heart infected Hu Lianqi, the counselor around him. So he immediately wrote a poem and said:

"Journey to the West"

Tigers roar and dragons roar to the west of the strong man,
The golden saddle sword has the true meaning of the dragon.

Pointing to the slave chief Yang Gil from afar,
Can you step off the divine horse to reach the West Pole?
The flattery made Sultan feel so comfortable! He glanced at Hu Liangqi approvingly, "Hu Qing's poem is very good! It's just a little inconsistent with the facts. I use the sword Yilit, but I can use the Emperor's Sword, which is not used to you Han people. Haha, I will also compose a poem." .

Soon, the bodyguard presented the pen and ink. He was sweating like a lotus flower, his energy was sinking in his Dantian, he was brushing furiously, and a few lines of calligraphy with flying dragons and phoenixes appeared on the paper. The words were written so vigorously that they penetrated the back of the paper, so that later historians studied and said that this poem was written by Lotus Khan who regarded the paper as his enemy Yangjier Khan. Each stroke was filled with deep hatred, word by word. Killed out.

"Yong Yu Le·Hunting in the West Pole"

The wild sand of the desert, the beating of drums, and a few rows of hunting geese.

Are old friends in good health? Wherever the long sword points,
Greetings and complaints.

The joy of grudges and grudges is the true nature of a man,
The billowing smoke reappeared.

The east wind is blowing, I still see it today,

Thousands of troops marched across the country.

Where in life can we not meet?
This scene and this feeling are infinite.

The mountains and rivers are stained with blood, and the heroes return home.

Lonely and unseen.

The flag points to the west, can you dare to fight?
Old grudges and new grudges are over.

I came here with my heart full of thoughts and chaos in the wind.

"Good words!" "Well written?" "Wonderful! So powerful!" As soon as I finished writing, there was a roar and a tidal wave of flattery.

"Great Khan, the Kyrgyz Mountains are ahead. General Alatancang asked for instructions. It is getting late. Can we camp and rest and start our journey again early tomorrow morning?" A personal guard came to ask for instructions from the guard general Alatancang. Sultan looked around and saw that all the guards around him were dusty and tired. He loved his soldiers as much as his son and nodded, "Tell Alatancang to set up camp and rest first, and then start the journey early tomorrow morning."

In October of the seventh year of David's reign (1650), Sultan rushed to the guard camp at the northern foot of the Kyrgyz Mountains. As soon as he arrived, he ordered the entire army to march westward against the Kazakh Khanate. This time, he really took action and mobilized an army of . In order to stabilize the hearts of the people in the rear area, the ten-year-old crown prince Zhuoligetu was appointed as the supervisor of the country, and Batu Hetan, Tiemo'er, Nasutu, Liu Haogu, Xue Zongyi and other senior ministers were ordered to assist the crown prince and stay in Lhasa.

The Great Khan of Lotus made up his mind and would not give up until Yang Gil Khan was destroyed, and mobilized most of the elite troops in the country. The reason why he dares to be so sure is because as a time traveler, he knows that the Manchu emperor and regent Dorgon is about to pass away, and that the Qing Dynasty will be in turmoil by then. He doesn't care about interfering with himself, so he bets that history will still follow its original trajectory. Walk.

He appointed deputy Wanhu Tegusi Chaoketu, Enhe Batu, and Duqianhu Bazibabu, Jambi, Sebuteng, Bayar, Zhuoqiba and other leaders who had experienced the Battle of Orbulak. Thirty thousand soldiers were the vanguard, and he ordered them to not only advance furiously to avenge their humiliation, but also to fight steadily to prevent the enemy from ambushing them; The 120,000-strong army of Heshuoqi, Erqin Batur, Aishan, Jimuba, Sonom Celing, and Mamadale Ubashi formed the central army; the veteran Erke led Gumubu and Ta Erhun, Ekchuotebu and others led 20,000 troops to escort the grain and grass.

The mighty army could not be seen to its end, like a wild python, swimming menacingly towards the Tashkent-Bukhara area controlled by the Kazakh Khanate. The governor of Tashkent-Bukhara, Sultan Galangst, appointed by Yangir Khan, has been harassing the Yarkand Province of the Davidic Kingdom for the past two years, and once reached the city of Kashgar.

He decided to pull out the nail first.

On the sedimentary layers of ancient river channels in the southeastern Fergana Basin of present-day Uzbekistan, the wealthy city of Andijan stands bustling. This city is an important transit point from Yarkand to the important town of Samarkand in Central Asia (now the second largest city in Uzbekistan). It is also the birthplace of Babur, the grandson of Timur the Great, and there is an endless stream of business travelers coming and going. , making this place a famous trading center and a famous and prosperous place in Central Asia.

This Grand Bazaar (Uighur: Market) in Central Asia is the territory of the Minge tribe, the people of Allah. Because of its good geographical location, the people of Andijan are wealthier than those in other parts of the Bukhara Khanate.

In the largest temple in the city, Hezhuo Abdu prayed devoutly. As a descendant of the Izen sect, he had a pious heart.

"Hezhuo," Bazil, the leader of the Mingge tribe, called respectfully.

"What's the matter?"

"The Sultan of Galansto sent a messenger to ask us to pay taxes to Yangir Khan of Kazakhstan. But this year we have already paid taxes to Aziz Khan of Bukhara. Do we have to pay taxes twice?" Bazi Le's expression was indignant.

Since the Second Bukhara-Kazakh War, when Bukhara was defeated and forced to sign the "New Treaty of Bukhara", Andijan has had two owners: it is still the territory of the Bukhara Khanate in name, but The governor-general of Tashkent-Bukhara was set up by the Kazakh Khanate. Sultan Galangst was the governor of Tashkent-Bukhara who was granted the title of Yangir Khan. This was a greedy man and he would naturally not let go of this fertile land. Repeated taxation made the Minge tribe in Andijan miserable.

Mingge warriors are not cowardly, and there is even a saying that "forty soldiers are not as good as one Andiyan". Because it is an important commercial port for arms trading, there is no shortage of artillery, muskets, armor, and weapons. It is also located in the old land of Dawan, which is rich in bloody horses. The quality of the horses is also excellent, and it has thousands of brave and elite warriors.

Now, the unbearable leader of Bazil did not want to tolerate it any longer. As long as Hezhuo Abd uttered the word "war", he would immediately raise his troops and chop the Kazakh tax collector into mincemeat.

"Do you think we can defeat Kazakhstan's Tashkent-Bukhara Army with the few troops we have?" Abboud asked calmly.

"Can't beat him", Bazil closed his eyes in pain.

"In that case, let's send this year's taxes to the Sultan of Galenstadt," Abboud sighed upon seeing this.

(End of this chapter)