Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 486: The troops are approaching the city and I am here.

The false surrender plan is a secret in the military, and only a few senior generals know it. On the surface, preparations for defending the city are still proceeding in an orderly manner. Group after group of people were conscripted to the city to help defend the city. Craftsmen repaired the city wall and built defense equipment. Cannons were pushed up to the top of the city, with their black muzzles facing outside the city.

Even though he knew war was coming, Aziz Khan still hoped that it would come slowly so that he would have enough time to prepare.

"Great Khan, the guards are coming," the report from Murad, the Prime Minister, surprised the Khan. "How is it possible? How could the guards come so fast in such a freezing and snowy place?"

"The Guards prepared a large number of sled boats, using deer and dogs to pull the supplies. The hooves of the war horses were also wrapped with anti-slip cloth. They even rowed along the ice of the Amu Darya River, so they moved very quickly."

"Why didn't the defenders in the cities along the way stop them? Did they all betray the country?" King Khan roared angrily.

"Have you forgotten? You have transferred garrison troops from various places to the city of Bukhara? There are no troops stationed along the way, so how can you stop them?"

"This~"

Aziz Khan was speechless for a moment and said to Murad: "Prime Minister, let's go to the city and take a look."

Climb high and have a panoramic view. It's a pity that what you see is not the scenery, but the enemy, more than a hundred thousand enemies in the darkness, and you can't see the end at a glance. In order to conquer the entire territory of Bukhara as soon as possible, Suletan left only 5,000 guards to guard Samarkand. He led more than 150,000 guards, 15,000 surrender troops, and nearly 170,000 troops to march toward Bukhara with great momentum. Lacheng came to kill.

"Ta~ta~ta~" The cavalry's hooves sounded loudly.

"Kill~kill~kill~" The infantryman knocked the shield with the hilt of his sword, and shouted "kill" in three steps, the sound of killing was loud.

Outside the city of Bukhara, there were all the guards and soldiers setting up camp and building fortifications in a hurry. From time to time, there were horsemen patrolling the city for reconnaissance.

Sultan sat proudly on the red sweat horse. This horse was named "Chasing the Wind". The owner of the horse was the young man who chased the wind. It would be shameless to call him a young man. At thirty-five years old, I would be embarrassed to describe him as a young man. However, it is true that he is young at heart, but when you see him with a golden helmet and a red cloak, a sword on his left hand and a gun on his back, and a bow on his back, he looks like a young man, isn't he?

"Hmph, how can the small Bukhara city stop my horse's hooves?" Great Khan Lotus smiled disdainfully, like a tiger looking down on a lamb, and pointed towards the city with his riding crop, "Sing!"

Military orders were like mountains, and thunderous songs sounded.

"A warrior caught with a fishing rod, a majestic heroic figure. The mighty Great Khan, depressed and late in the battle. The seven treasured swords in his hands, cast hundreds of times, are obtained. The triumphal song shakes the heaven and the earth, and the strong wind blows the horse's hooves. In life, one should achieve merit and fame, and in death, we will follow the drum and flag. There is a saying, how can a strong enemy dare to be so bold? Thousands of horses are galloping on the flat sand, and the vast sea is rolling with waves. What can you not know yourself? Dare to block the road ahead of the horses. The enemy's blood is as bright as red glass. No rivers and seas can be seen below, and no clouds can be seen above. Want to know our army "Awe, you can ask the sky and the earth. The sky above and the earth below should be in harmony with each other."

The singing was deafening, and it rushed straight to the city wall with a murderous aura. Bukhara Khan Aziz couldn't help sweating and panting, and said to Murad: "The prime minister is right, you can only attack wisely, not attack by force."

Murad nodded and said, "I would like to be an envoy. Please come out of the city and surrender."

"It's getting late today. The Prime Minister will go back to his residence to rest first. He will leave the city with my letter of surrender early tomorrow morning." Aziz Khan smiled bitterly. "Even if I surrender, I don't care if I surrender as early as this night."

It's windy and cold tonight. It's the coldest time when winter is about to end and spring is coming. Murad gloomily summoned his female family members and told them, "The Great Khan ordered me to go out of the city tomorrow to ask for surrender. The guards are brutal, and the outcome of the request for surrender is unpredictable. Once we can't reach an agreement and the city is lost, the men will die fighting for their country, and the women family members must not do it." If you are humiliated, you must remember to take medicine and commit suicide when the time comes.” After saying that, he ordered someone to bring the tray. The tray was densely packed with porcelain bottles filled with arsenic.

"Don't worry, sir, I will never bring shame to the family," the head wife solemnly promised. "Woo~wu~wu~" I don't know who took the lead in crying, causing all the girls to scream in unison. The only person who didn't cry was the sixteen-year-old Fatima, the youngest daughter of the old prime minister.

Murad was secretly amazed. He knew that his little daughter was not only holy and beautiful, but also smart and resourceful. Fatima originally means female saint.

It was late at night, and Murad, who could not sleep, was reading the Quran in the study at night. "Ata (Father)~" A warbler's cry caught his attention, and his little daughter in a plain shirt appeared in front of him.

"Fatima, what are you doing here?" he asked thoughtfully.

"Ata, if you leave the city tomorrow to ask for surrender, it is a lie, but a false surrender is the real thing, right?" The first words spoken by the little daughter frightened the old father.

"Nonsense, presumptuous!" Murad was so angry that his beard was flying. "How dare you, a girl, make random guesses about national affairs and make things up out of nothing?"

"That's not the case?" The little girl smiled slyly.

"It's nothing," the old father firmly denied.

"I heard that Lianhua Khan has always been kind to surrendering generals. If you are really ordered to surrender, why should you be afraid? But you seem to be sure that the surrender will not succeed. You have even prepared the poison to sacrifice your country. This does not seem like you are sincere. He looks like he wants to surrender. The enemy is strong and we are weak. If we want to escape the fate of national subjugation, the only way is to surrender." Fatima analyzed carefully and did not realize that her father's face had turned the color of pig liver with anger.

"Shut up! Go back to your room and rest quickly. You are not allowed to leave the room without my permission," Murad yelled angrily.

"Atta, the building is about to collapse and cannot be supported by a single tree. Why do we Nogai people sacrifice themselves for the Uzbeks?" Fatima said unwillingly.

"There is a proverb in the distant Ming Dynasty, 'A scholar dies for a confidant.' Aziz Khan showed great kindness to his father, so his father naturally wanted to repay him with death. This is the character of a scholar."

"For the sake of your sergeant's integrity, you have to bury fifty-three members of the family, old and young, with their lives. How selfish! I would rather not have such integrity." Fatima angrily threw up her sleeves and walked to the woodshed.

"What are you doing in the woodshed instead of the bedroom?" Murad asked in surprise.

"I am looking for some wood and gauze to make some lotus lanterns. It is said that those things can lead souls to heaven. The whole family will die. My daughter will make a few lanterns, which will be useful on the road to hell." Fatima left her angrily without even looking at her father. go.

"Alas! This child is spoiled by me! How can he be so rude to his elders?" Murad shook his head in anger, but when he thought of the porcelain bottles filled with arsenic that he distributed to the female family members, he felt guilty again. .

Time is always passing by, and what should come will come sooner or later.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning began to illuminate the world. Aziz Khan ordered the city gate to be opened. He came to the city gate in person to see Murad off. "The Prime Minister's trip has a heavy responsibility. Please make sure Lotus Khan believes in our sincerity in surrender." .

"Don't worry, Khan. I have made up my mind. If I don't succeed, I will succeed." Murad readily agreed and rode straight to the Guards camp with the flag lowered.

(End of this chapter)