I am Emperor Wanli

Chapter 700: The Yarkand Kingdom is gone

A round, black object fell to the ground with a plop, rolled a few times in the dust, and rolled in front of the horse of a Yarkand officer.

The officer looked around and received a look from his companion.

What are you standing there for? Go forward and see what it is.

The officer hesitated for a moment, rode his horse forward, walked up to the object, bent down, reached out his hand and picked up the round object from the ground.

The black thing he caught was actually hair. When the officer turned around and took a look, he was so scared that he almost threw the thing away.

A wrinkled dead face, with distorted features, dry and stiff skin, a creepy grayish color, and lime all over the face, head, and facial features.

This is a head.

Whose head? It was cut off by the enemy and thrown to him.

The officer suppressed his discomfort and tried hard to distinguish.

The more I look at it, the more familiar it looks. But the face is too abstract. How can I recognize it?

An officer nearby could not help but ride over on horseback to help identify the body.

They all look familiar.

But the appearance of the leader was too abstract. The name of this familiar man flashed among dozens or hundreds of names in everyone's mind, but could not be remembered.

Suddenly, someone shouted in fear: "It's the Khan, our Abduhalin Khan!"

The faces of the officers who were watching the identification changed drastically, and the more they looked carefully, the more they found it resembled him.

The officer holding the head suddenly shouted, "It's the Khan. He has a deep scar on his left forehead. It was when he fell off a horse when he was a child.

My father treated the wound and told me about it whenever he had time. He has been telling me about it for more than ten years. Yes, it was just outside the left eyebrow.

The other two officers also described two features of Abduhalin Khan's appearance, and they all matched!

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, as only the head of their Abduhalin Khan was left.

What about the 30,000 main cavalry he led?

An officer said angrily: "How dare you, you brutal bandits, do this to our Khan!"

"That's your Khan. In our eyes, he is our enemy. Letting him die on the battlefield is the greatest respect we can show to our enemy!"

The Ming officer said calmly, "Okay, the gift has been delivered. I'm leaving now."

After saying this, he pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and left under the countless angry gazes of Yarkand, neither hurried nor slow, and without looking back.

It’s so damn arrogant!
It’s too damn shameless to take us seriously!

Several Yarkand officers could no longer contain their anger and were ready to ride forward to teach this extremely arrogant guy a lesson.

Immediately, their calm and steady companions pulled them back. They had not seen so many soldiers and horses on the opposite side, with bright armor and strong men and horses.

Be calm!
Don’t be impulsive, as doing so will lead to eternal regret!

Abdul Halin Khan's head was soon sent to Prime Minister Jirsa. Dozens of nobles rushed over upon hearing the news and surrounded the head.

They spent more time with Abduhalin Khan and became more familiar with his appearance. They soon confirmed that it was indeed Abduhalin Khan’s head!

Our great and wise Abdukhalin Khan had just conquered Turpan and completed the great feat that his father and grandfather had failed to accomplish. On his way back from victory, he was robbed and killed by a group of unidentified bandits?
The head was thrown back like garbage?

What about the 30,000 cavalrymen under his command who crisscrossed the Tianshan Mountains and terrorized the rivers? Did they also collapse?

Thinking of this, everyone present felt as if their hearts were soaked in ice water in the cold winter.

The Yarkand Kingdom is finished!

This thought suddenly came to the minds of some nobles.

What should we do next? To whom should we surrender and then loudly praise his wisdom and greatness?
It's not that these nobles have quick minds, but that the flags on the city walls in the Western Regions have changed back and forth too quickly over the past few hundred years.

If your mind is not clear and does not turn fast enough, you would have turned into a handful of earth and lived as long as the Tianshan Mountains.

Abduhalin Khan died and his head was sent to us.

The 30,000 main cavalry were completely wiped out.

The news spread quickly and silently throughout the Yarkand army like the wind blowing from the Tianshan Mountains. From nobles to soldiers, everyone was whispering and discussing it.

Everyone's heart is like the grass on the grassland, swaying in the wind.

Gilsa looked at the head in front of him, and endless sorrow welled up in his heart.

He was Abdul Halin Khan's teacher.

Rashid Khan died last year. After a thrilling and traditional struggle for the throne among his sons, Gilsa helped Abdul Halim ascend the throne and he became Abdul Halim Khan.

In order to establish his prestige and suppress the opposition voices that were about to arise in the country, Gilsa took advantage of the godsend opportunity when the old Khan of Turpan in the east died and his sons fought each other for the throne, and supported Abduhalin Khan to lead his troops to the expedition against all odds.

Not only did he conquer Turpan in one fell swoop and establish a great reputation, but he also deliberately went to Yilibali on his way back to show off his military achievements, intimidate other tribes, and completely suppress the most unstable area of ​​Yarkand.

It was about to succeed. His student Abdukhalin Khan would become a capable and wise ruler who would revive the Chagatai Khanate and go down in history.

However, it was disrupted by a sudden accident and everything was shattered!
Gilsa sighed, "They are Mongols!"

"Mongols?" The nobles around were shocked. "Aren't they Ming people?"

"They are Mongols who submit to the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty," said Gilsa. "I heard from merchants who have been there for a long time that a wise and powerful emperor has appeared in the Ming Dynasty in the east.

He took power at a young age, and within a few years he had wiped out all the enemies on the eastern sea and the northern grasslands, and then he set out to make new plans. "

One noble exclaimed, "Prime Minister, are you saying that the Mongols, the most ferocious wolves on the grassland, were subdued by the Ming Emperor and became his hunting dogs?"

"Yes. The Ming Dynasty has a territory of thousands of miles and a population of tens of millions. Once such a huge country stands up, the first thing it will look down upon is the countries around it."

"Prime Minister, we are very far away from the Ming Dynasty!"

“We feel it is very far away, but the Ming Emperor feels it is very close. The Western Regions where our Yarkand Khanate is located belonged to their territory during the Han and Tang dynasties.

Now they have opened up the northern grasslands and the southern snowy areas, two north-south routes. Is it still far?

Look at these cavalrymen in front of us, like a wildfire in the wilderness. Do you think they are far away?"

Gilsa's words silenced everyone.

"Woo-woo-woo!"

Long and powerful horn sounds were blown, with a huge noise, at least two or three hundred horns were blown at the same time.

Hearing the horn sound sweeping in from the north, the faces of all the Yarkand troops changed.

They are really Mongolians!
They are here again!

The red color on the opposite side, which was as silent as a mountain, suddenly moved, just like the snow in winter suddenly moved on a certain day in spring. Red tassels, red armor, red flags, countless dots of red spread all over the wilderness, like countless sparks, and then gathered into a fire that devoured the world.

The fire was getting closer.

The sound of heavy horse hooves came from the north along the ground, hitting everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The Yarkand army was in a state of uncertainty.

Some were ready to fight; others looked around, making plans in their minds.
"Look!"

Following the sound, Gilsa and others looked to the east, only to see a red line of fire appear in the east, extending obliquely to their rear.

It still tastes familiar.

A roundabout encirclement!
The Mongols from the Ming Dynasty attacked head-on from the north and flanked from the east.

Gilsa was sure that a cavalry force had been circling behind them, waiting for the opportunity to launch a surprise attack on their rear flank if the two armies were deadlocked, or to ambush them if their own army was defeated.

Only the Mongols on the eastern grasslands could use these tactics so skillfully. They had been using these methods since they were young, following their parents in hunting. Cavalry tactics were ingrained in their bones.

"Mr. Prime Minister! The people of Mutuhaq's tribe have escaped."

An officer exclaimed.

It’s good enough that we can hold on until now!

Gilsa smiled bitterly inwardly.

When Abduhalin Khan's head was thrown over and recognized by everyone, Yarkand had already lost.

The death of the Great Khan meant that the 30,000 cavalrymen he led, the most powerful main force of the Yarkand Kingdom, were completely wiped out by the Mongols of the Ming Dynasty.

This news made everyone present think.

The 30,000 most capable cavalrymen are gone. How can we, a group of 15,000 miscellaneous cavalrymen, fight against them?

Gilsa simply said, "Let them be. You can't run away now!"

More than three hours later, Huo Jing and Tian Le stood on the east gate tower of Tuoyunbashi Castle, looking at the wilderness in front of the city.

Teams of Yarkand officers and soldiers, unarmed, marched in long lines and, escorted by red-armored cavalry, walked into the camp that was being repaired for them.

There were also hundreds or thousands of Yarkand officers and soldiers who transformed themselves into craftsmen. Under the supervision of the Ming army, they drove wooden stakes, built fences, and repaired wooden houses, building a camp for themselves that was sheltered from wind and rain and convenient for detention.

There were not many casualties and horses on the battlefield. There were less than four hundred corpses piled on the ox carts that were going away. In the temporary medical camp set up by the Ming army, there were less than a thousand lightly wounded soldiers.

In other words, the casualties in Yarkand were less than 1,500, and most of the 15,000 surrendered.

"General, in the two battles of Zhumuhan and Tuoyunbashi, our army killed more than 4,000 Yarkand troops and captured more than 30,000. There were also more than 2,000 people who followed Halin Khan's brother Suofeisutan and fled west to the river. The remaining 4,000 or so were scattered in various places.

Harin Khan was beheaded, Prime Minister Gilsa committed suicide, and the remaining sixty nobles surrendered.
The deputy envoy led two regiments of the Yunchuan Division to take over the cities of Hasihar and Yarkand."

"Join the army. The Political Work Department will have more things to do next. Priority will be given to educating Yilibali, and the people in Hasihar and Yarkand will be appeased for the time being."

Tian Le nodded and understood what Huo Jing meant.

Yilibali is centered in Yilibali (Yining City), and refers to the tribal alliance on the vast grasslands of the northern Tianshan Mountains, including the Chuihe River (Chuhe River), Rehai (Yikesai Lake), and Yilehe River basins.

This is a high-quality source of soldiers for the regimes in the southern Tianshan Mountains, the Central Asian region and even Afghanistan. The nomadic tribes living there will be recruited one after another to go south to the world of pleasure and build an empire.

After a group of people moved south, it would not be long before a group of nomadic tribes came from the Golden Mountains (Altai Mountains) in the east, the Yershi River (Irtysh River) and the Kipchak Steppe in the north to fill the gap.

A steady stream.

Therefore, a large part of the Yilibali tribe believes in shamanism. In Huo Jing's opinion, they are the ones who can be won over.

As for the southern route of the Tianshan Mountains, Hasihar and the six cities of Yarkand, Tian Le could guess that Huo Jing was mentally prepared to give up.

"Sir, I understand. The Political Work Department will carry out targeted education work among the captives from the Yilibali tribes."

"Okay, there is also the Northern Army. We need to get in touch with them as soon as possible."

Tian Le nodded, "The Intelligence Department has drawn up a plan to form a caravan and follow the route of the Yarkand caravan in previous years to head straight to Jinshan. We will first find out the situation, then wait for an opportunity to contact the Northern Army and inform the Dusi of our situation as soon as possible."

"Okay. There is one more important thing about joining the army."

Tian Le smiled, "I know. Write a good report, go to Khotan, Chelichang, cross the Yalingkuo Pass and return to Qinghai to report the victory to the emperor."

"Yes, report the victory to His Majesty the Emperor! We have lived up to his expectations!"

"Don't worry, Envoy. I have already written it. Once you and the Deputy Envoy have reviewed it and signed it, it can be sent out."

"Okay, count the prisoners as soon as possible, start educating them, and then move the entire army to Hasihar and Yarkand. After five days of rest, we will proceed to the next step of the attack."

"You are right! Before the Northern Army joins us, we are still isolated. We must continue to take the initiative and cannot stay in Hasihar and Yarkand for a long time."

The news that the southern army led by the Huo brothers and Tian Le had won a great victory and miraculously destroyed the successor of the Chagatai Khanate, the powerful lord of the Western Regions - the Yarkand Khanate, spread to the east, north and west as the defeated soldiers fled.

The Ming people are coming!
However, the ones who took the lead were the vicious wolves on the distant grasslands, the real Mongols, who had become the hunting dogs of the Ming people!
For a time, all forces were extremely shocked. On the one hand, they sent people to inquire about the details, and on the other hand, they waited anxiously for the further development of the situation.

At this time, Zhu Yijun, who was thousands of miles away in the capital, had no idea of ​​the good news. He was meeting with four advisors in the Ziguang Pavilion.

June in the capital city is the hottest summer of the year.

In the room of Ziguang Pavilion, there is a basin of ice in each corner, placed a little in front of the window. The wind blowing in from the shade of the trees on the lake is cooled by it and becomes even cooler.

Hu Zongxian blushed and said, "Your Majesty, victory report. The Tusi City of Bozhou has been conquered. Yang Yinglong surrendered. Wang Yi'e and Tang Kekuan jointly sent victory report."

"This is a great event, worthy of celebration. Please discuss how to commend and commend us, and then present it to us."

"According to the order."

"But the southwest is full of mountains and rivers, and there are countless chieftains of all sizes. After the Yang family of Bozhou was eliminated, there are also the She family of Xuyong and the An family of Shuixi. If these two families are pacified, Guizhou can be said to be in great peace.

But there are still countless chieftains in Yunnan to the west and Sichuan. Luchuan and Zhumeng in Yunnan, Sichuan Xingdusi, Tianquan Liuban, and Dajinchuan in Sichuan are all waiting for Wang Yi'e and Yin Zhengmao to conquer them one by one! "

After hearing Zhu Yijun's words and thinking of the troublesome terrain in these places, the four ministers were speechless. Hu Zongxian, who was very excited just now, also calmed down.

"Your Majesty is right. The road ahead is long and dangerous, so we need to take it step by step."

"Yes, Lord Meilin, the road ahead is long and dangerous. Let the generals at the front handle the frontline affairs. We, I and the four old gentlemen, should discuss some high-level matters."

Something from a high vantage point?

Zhang Juzheng, Hu Zongxian, Zhao Zhenji and Tan Lun were startled, knowing that the emperor had something important to discuss today.

"Before today's meeting, I will give the four old gentlemen a gift. Jin Shui, bring it up."

As soon as Zhu Yijun finished speaking, Yang Jinshui walked in with a plate in his hand, slightly bent over and smiling.

All four of them looked at the object on the plate, "What is this?"

(End of this chapter)