I am Emperor Wanli

Chapter 699 The Gift You Asked Abduhalin Khan to Bring

The patrol leader's shouts echoed in the wilderness and traveled far away, even to the distant Harin Khan, who could vaguely hear it.

He turned his head to look over here, suspiciously listening to the faint sound.

silence.

The patrol captain felt that the whole world had become extremely quiet, just like the quietness at the end of the night.

what happened?

Suddenly, twenty or thirty red lights lit up not far away, flashing into a line, which was very conspicuous in the dark night.

The patrol captain was stunned. Before he could come to his senses, he heard the sound of bangs tearing through the black curtain and drilling into his ears. At the same time, lead bullets also flew into his body.

damn it!
Enemy attack!

The patrol captain wanted to open his mouth and shout, but the severe pain in his chest made it difficult for him to breathe and he couldn't make a sound.

The patrol captain turned around with difficulty, trying to signal his men to call the police, but what he saw was the entire patrol team lying on the ground, some without a breath, some rolling around screaming.

The night wind blew past his ears, bringing with it the familiar sound of horse hooves, which surged from the darkness like a tide, shaking his heart and soul.

It really is an enemy attack!
In a daze, he saw countless cavalrymen emerging from the darkness and galloping towards him. The cavalrymen closest to him raised their sabers high, with the blades flashing red, and slashed at him.

Finished!

Harin Khan was shocked when he heard the intensive gunfire.

The dull sound of gunfire was like spears flying out from the darkness, piercing Harin Khan's heart.

"A musket! Where did the musket come from?"

In the melee among the warlords in the Transoxiana region, some people would use the muskets that the Persians imitated from the Ottomans.

Harin Khan had witnessed its power and in order to keep up with the fashion, he spent a large sum of money to buy fifty Ottoman muskets from a Persian caravan and equip his Khan's guard.

The heroes in the Central Asian region all said that using this thing to win was unfair and not something that a hero should do.

To put it bluntly, it’s all because of poverty. We can’t afford it!
Not to mention the Ottoman matchlock rifle, even the inferior imitations made by the Persians were extremely expensive. One rifle was enough for him to support several cavalrymen.

Not cost-effective!
Now suddenly, there was a burst of intensive gunfire near the royal camp, and the hairs on Harin Khan's back stood up.

not good!

The Bukhara mercenaries were just a bait. They set up an ambush and waited for them to come.

Who!

Before Harinhan could react, the sound of rapid and heavy horse hooves came over.

At least a thousand cavalrymen rushed into the camp.

Most of his soldiers were drunk and sleeping soundly, and had no time to organize an effective resistance.

Harin Khan shouted loudly and called together the guards who were protecting the royal tent.

"Go to each tribe quickly, whip the leaders of the army, and tell them to gather their troops immediately, find the enemy, and besiege him!
Tell them not to panic, there are not many enemies! As long as we stay calm and don't panic, we can quickly destroy them."

"Yes!"

More than thirty guards quickly dispersed. Harin Khan had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard a loud explosion in the distance, like thunder.

"Cannon? Could it be that these enemies brought cannon?"

Harin Khan was frightened.

It turned out to be a cannon. Even an iron man can’t stop it.

Why don’t we run away first?

If I lose here, everything will be over. If I move out strategically first, I can calmly gather my troops, find out the enemy's details, and then fight him.

But if he ran away like this, the prestige he had built up in Turpan would plummet.

The Yarkand Khanate was originally a makeshift group. The entire Khanate was composed of various tribes. It was only because he was the strongest that the leaders of the tribes submitted to him and regarded him as Khan.

But if he ran away now, not only would his prestige be greatly damaged, but his own army would also suffer losses. Judging from the situation, the enemy's main attack was on the king's tent camp, which was full of his own army.

Harin Khan hesitated, but the battle around him was in full swing.

Three green flares flew into the sky, lighting up the night sky with a bleak green.

Three or four miles away, the newly recruited cavalry camp of seven or eight thousand people in Yilibali came under fierce attack by the Left Guard Regiment of the Yunchuan Division.

They rushed into the camp, set fires everywhere, shot at anyone they saw, and when they saw a crowded place, they threw a grenade over. With a bang, several people fell down in a circle around them. Few people died, as they were all injured by shrapnel.

Lying on the ground and screaming will further affect morale.

At the same time, gunshots and explosions were heard everywhere along the Naryn River, and fires were burning everywhere. The flames flickered, turning the nearby Naryn River red.

In the past half hour, half of the camp was engulfed in flames. The newly recruited Yilibali cavalrymen lost their minds. They found their mounts, climbed on them, and fled towards home without regard for anything.

Their rout caused a chain reaction; the rest of the camp was attacked fiercely, and the mental state of the camp that was struggling to hold on gradually collapsed.

Everyone else has started running, but I don’t run. Will I be the one to die?

More and more soldiers joined the fleeing team. Most of those who did not run away could not find their mounts. They ran around in the firelight and darkness, being driven from one side to the other and from the other side to this side by the sound of gunfire and horse hooves.

Standing in front of the big tent, Harin Khan watched the camp stretching for 20 to 30 miles turn into a dragon of fire, and he couldn't believe it. The sound of explosions and gunfire was dense and continuous, like spring thunder coming from all directions, surrounding him.

How come the battle situation has turned out like this in just half an hour?

"Great Khan!" His chief bodyguard emerged from the firelight, his face covered in smoke and fire, and sweat had left black stains everywhere. "Great Khan, let's go quickly."

"What's wrong? Did you figure out who the enemy is?"

The captain of the guards shook his head and swallowed hard, "I don't know who it is, but there are at least 20,000 or 30,000 cavalrymen."

Harin Khan was shocked. "How did so many cavalry sneak up under our noses so quietly?"

How did you sneak?
Apart from their strict discipline and sophisticated methods, it is because we were arrogant and complacent and had lax vigilance that gave them the opportunity to take advantage of us.

The chief of the guards simply replied, "Great Khan, now is not the time to pursue this matter. They have already defeated us. The enemy who rushed in first is looking for you everywhere.

I asked someone to lead them to another big tent, Khan, it won't take them long to find this place, let's go quickly."

"Go, go!" Harinhan no longer held on and shouted repeatedly.

Harin Khan, supported by the chief guard and two other guards, had just run a dozen meters out of the royal tent when a group of cavalry rushed out from the fire nearby. The leader had a ferocious face, like an angry King Kong, and was cursing loudly.

"Damn, I didn't expect that the Yarkand people would sacrifice their lives to save their masters. I was actually tricked by him. Is this the place?"

"Deputy Envoy, it's here. We asked five prisoners and they all said it was here."

"That's right." Huo Bian turned around and saw Harin Khan and his group fleeing in panic. He shouted happily, "Haha, don't run. Grandpa is coming! Over there, chase him!"

Huo Bian rode his horse and chased after them, raised his musket, and shot at the backs of Harin Khan and the others. The cavalrymen around him also raised their guns and opened fire.

Boom!

The gunshots continued, and the guards around Harin Khan fell to the ground one after another.

Huo Bian hung the musket on the saddle, took out a pistol, and fired at the back of the man in front of him again.

The guards around him were equipped with several rifles and pistols, and they also raised their pistols and opened fire.

The captain of the guards fell to the ground with a thud, and Harin Khan's face turned pale with fright.

"Khan, go, go!"

The captain of the guards pushed Harin Khan, waving his bloody hand forward and urging him.

Harin Khan looked around and found that all the guards were dead or injured. There were corpses and screaming wounded everywhere. There were piles of fires near and far, and the flames were whistling in the wind, making a hideous and sharp sound.

The flames shot up into the sky, but the night in the distance was even darker.

The sound of gunfire and explosions rang out everywhere, coming from the darkness, making Harin Khan even more frightened.

"Khan, hurry up!" The chief guard shouted with all his strength. Harin Khan wiped the sweat from his forehead, made up his mind, turned around and knelt on the ground, with his upper body straight, his hands raised high, and shouted loudly: "Surrender! Surrender!"

The captain of the guards looked at him, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide open, and he took his last breath.

Huo Bian led hundreds of cavalrymen to surround him, stopped his horse in front of Harin Khan, and asked condescendingly: "Who are you?"

"I'm Harlem Khan!"

"If you say so, then so be it!"

"I have the golden seal of the Chagatai Khanate and a jade tablet on me. My subordinates all know me. Just ask them to come over and recognize me."

"Such confidence, that must be Harlem Khan!"

Harin Khan let out a long sigh and said quickly: "Yes, I am Harin Khan, I surrender, I want to see your leader!"

"Cut it off!" Huo Bian said without hesitation. A guard stepped forward, raised his saber and slashed the ground.

Harin Khan's head flew in the air and fell to the ground, staring at the sky with wide eyes.

It was all red, even the sky was on fire.

The chief guard next to him asked, "Deputy Envoy, are you going to kill him just like that?"

Huo Bian squinted at him and asked, "Do you know how far this place is from the capital?"

"Ten thousand miles."

"How can we offer prisoners from such a long distance?"

"Yes."

Huo Bian pointed at the headless corpse of Harin Khan and said, "Remember to search for the golden seal and jade tablet of the Chagatai Khanate on his body. Those two items are to be sent to the capital to report the victory."

"Yes!"

Huo Bian rode his horse to a high place and watched the battle situation around him.

There were fires everywhere, and the shadows of people and horses flashed in the firelight. The sound of gunfire and explosions gradually became rarer.

The overall situation has been decided, and Huo Bian has a clear idea of ​​what is going on.

He had just turned his horse around and was about to leave when he saw the ox-tail white banner standing in front of the tent of King Harin Khan. He pointed at it and said, "Take that too, and send it to the capital to report the victory."

"Yes!"

Huo Bian cursed fiercely: "Ox-tail white flag! How dare you set it up? I am too ashamed to have relatives like you!"

In the camp east of Toyunbashi Castle, Gilsa walked back and forth in the main tent with his hands behind his back. The nobles and generals sitting on both sides did not dare to speak.

"Five days have passed, and there is still no news from the Khan. I feel a little uneasy."

"Mr. Prime Minister, the Khan has 30,000 soldiers and horses. Even if the Transoxiana Khanate of Bukhara mobilizes all its elite troops to attack him, the odds of victory or defeat are fifty-fifty.

There were six or seven thousand bandits, and the Khan wiped them out with one move. We have not heard from them yet, and perhaps the culprit was accidentally leaked. The Khan is sending people to pursue them, so he is unwilling to report to us for the time being."

Gilsa turned and glanced at him.

"You are good at making up excuses. According to the latest news, the Khan is only four days away from us by horseback. Now five days have passed and we have not received any news from the Khan. The people we sent to contact the Khan have also received no news. Is this normal?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"We finally figured out the enemy that had been harassing us from the west. There were only four or five hundred of them. We sent people to chase them, but they immediately ran away without a trace.

As soon as we pulled back, they slowly approached again, clearly trying to confuse us and monitor us.

Isn't it clear that this is the way to do things?"

One noble said: "Is the Prime Minister over-worrying? It doesn't matter if he wants to confuse us or monitor us? Is there anyone who dares to plot against our Khan?"

Another noble echoed, "That's right. If you count the troops around our Yarkand Khanate, the only ones with tens of thousands of soldiers are the various tribes of the Oirat in Jinshan. But they are too far away.

And then there are the Bukharans. Do they have the guts? Do they have the strength?"

"Yeah!"

The other nobles agreed.

Gilsa shook his head, his face solemn, "You forgot there is another place."

"where?"

"Ming dynasty!"

The nobles all laughed. "Ming? Prime Minister, did the Ming people fly over from Hami Turpan?"

"Do you remember the previous report that there was no news from Khotan?"

"Remember, what does that mean?"

“The truth was that I didn’t take it to heart.

Khotan and other cities in the south of the desert, Yarkand in the west, and Turpan in the east, are stuck in the middle between these two places, with thousands of miles of desert in the north and thousands of miles of snow-capped mountains in the south, so it is difficult to fly away, so we don’t care about them.”

"The Prime Minister is right. What do you think is wrong?"

"If the Ming cavalry crossed the snow-capped mountains from Qinghai, entered Chelichang, and then marched westward to occupy Khotan"

Several nobles stood up in horror and asked in a horrified voice: "How is this possible!"

“How did they fly to the Fergana Valley right under our noses?”

An old noble stroked his beard and said, "Don't forget that 400 miles south of Yarkand City, in the area of ​​Laskumu and Saribal, there are several river valleys and mountain roads that lead directly to the Fergana Valley."

One noble quickly said, "Yes, the nobles of Khotan took those river valleys and mountain roads to avoid the tax checkpoints in Yarkand and Hasihar City."

Everyone looked at each other and saw the horror on others' faces.

"Report!"

A loud shout broke the silence.

"There are enemy troops, tens of thousands of them, surrounding us."

In the wilderness northeast of Toyunbashi Castle, Jirsa led more than 10,000 Yarkand soldiers to meet the enemy.

After a while, a patch of red appeared in the wilderness in the distance.

He wore a red shirt over his armor, a red tassel on his helmet, and countless red flags were waving in front of him.

As silent as a mountain forest.

"It's a sea of ​​red." exclaimed a noble.

Gilsa shook his head. "No, they are fire. They are fires all over the mountains. Anything that stands in their way will be burned to ashes."

A team of cavalry separated from the red ocean and galloped over with a flag. The entire Yarkand army became nervous, holding their breath, gripping their swords and guns, pulling their bowstrings, waiting for orders.

"They are fighting against the Great Khan's ox-tail white banner!"

Someone pointed at the Ming cavalry and exclaimed.

Abdukhalin Khan's ox-tail white banner was the symbol of the Yarkand Khanate, and was recognized by officers, soldiers and nobles.

That’s right, it’s Abduhalin Khan’s ox-tail white flag!

Hundreds of people exchanged glances to confirm that it was correct.

What happened to the Khan?
Everyone couldn't help but whisper to each other.

A buzzing sound was heard in the Yarkand army formation, like countless bees gathering together.

The Ming army stopped 200 meters in front of the Yarkand army. An officer rode his horse to within 10 meters and shouted in Yarkand: "Your Abduhalin Khan asked us to bring gifts. Please accept them!"

After saying this, he threw something towards the Yarkand army.
(End of this chapter)