The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 689: The hatred will never end
Everything went smoothly as if God was helping them. Li Xingtai didn't expect it to be so easy. The Kokand army from Andijan entered the city of Namangan without any doubt.

The Kokand people in Namangan City had no idea that the enemy was approaching more than ten miles outside the city.

In particular, the Kokand army was resting in the city, so they didn't even send out scouts. Not only were there no secret scouts, but there were no visible scouts either.

The only few Namangan civilians guarding the city had already found a place to huddle together to fight the early spring cold.

What's even more outrageous is that the Kokand Navy, or the Kokand water transport team, was so afraid that the ships would drift away that they actually locked all the ships together when they were anchored at the Namangan port.

It would be a shame if I didn't start a fire!
Li Xingtai personally climbed to a hill only eight or nine hundred meters away from Namangan, and ordered the officers who were former Yulin Guards to observe collectively with telescopes. After drawing more than a dozen topographic maps, he gave the order.

"Yamamoto Shengxian, take a hundred men and sneak into Namangan City to create chaos and set fire everywhere.

The big house in the middle should be the government office of this city. All those who come out of there must be killed alive, and no one should be given the opportunity to rush out and command the army.

Baoning, if you take fifty elite light infantrymen to occupy the watchtower on the west gate, I will give you all seven archers in the army.

You are firing at the Kokand troops rushing towards the west gate from a high position. If you let any of the less than 300 soldiers get through, I will hold you accountable.

Qi Lin, you bring three hundred White Lotus Sect disciples into the port. I will give you all the kerosene. Burn it and burn all their warships.

Dong Shixing, you take 500 cavalrymen as a reserve. When the Kokand people are in chaos, you will charge in from the north gate, follow the route I have drawn for you, and kill everyone you see along the way.

Be sure to memorize the map. Remember, if you lose your way, you may not be able to escape.

Yang Yuchun, come with me and block the west gate. This gate is the key passage connecting Namangan City and the port. They will definitely rush in.

You and I will lead the main force in formation, blocking everyone so that they cannot unite. We can only leave when the fire in the city is out of control and reaches our eyebrows."

After the arrangements were completed, Li Xingtai called over Juer Khan Alebi of the Kharti Jinqita tribe.

"Of all the Kalti Jinbrut people, I only trust you. This time, you must do your best to conquer the Dayuan Basin. Then, you can lead your people down the mountain and live a good life.

I will also write to His Majesty the Emperor, asking him to allow everyone in your tribe to change back to a Han surname and become Chinese once again. If you still want to take back your ancestral surname, Yelu, then do your best to get it!"

Juer Khan Albi knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, shouting ecstatically: "Thank you, General, for your trust. We Khitans dream of returning to the Han Dynasty and becoming Chinese again!"

Although the Khitans have never been Han Chinese in history, the word Khitan has almost become a synonym for China in Transoxiana and Russia. Therefore, there seems to be nothing wrong with the Qita tribe saying that the Khitans have returned to the Han Dynasty.

"Then you will take your 200 cavalry and control the western and southern walls. Kill anyone who escapes from the city. Don't let them get close to the port."

5:00 AM
It was not difficult for Yamamoto Morihiro and others to enter the city first, because the city walls of Kokand could not even compare with those of Japan, let alone China.

The city walls here are generally two or three meters high, and are made of barely rammed earth and gravel.

The only cities that can truly be considered as cities in Transoxiana are Bukhara, Samarkand, Tashkent, etc.

Moreover, due to geological reasons, stones suitable for building cities are relatively scarce in this broken land. As a result, Tashkent, which does not have a very advantageous geographical location but has enough qualified stones to build a city, has become an important fortress in the river.

After easily climbing up the city wall with a grappling hook, they found that there was no soldier on duty. Instead, a dim bonfire flickering in the distance provided light for the Dayu soldiers.

Yamamoto Shengxian took a last look at the map, and led his men to advance quickly in groups of five, along the wall.

But it turned out that he was overthinking it. There was no need to be so careful at all. There were still no patrols in the city, and there were no night watchmen or anything like that in the towns in the Central Plains.

So even when Yamamoto Morihiro's hundred men reached the government office, they didn't see many people, but they heard a lot of snoring.

Because many Kokand soldiers were unwilling to sleep in the large camp outside the city where the wind was blowing in from all sides, they simply went into the city and occupied the residents' houses and slept soundly.

"Baga!" This strange scene made Yamamoto Shengxian almost doubt whether he had sneaked into the enemy city.

"Could it be that these Kokand people ran all the way to Namangan without sleep, so they sleep so soundly?"

He actually guessed right. These Kokand people were forced all the way by their Governor Mohammad Nasruddin. They had not slept for a day and a night, no, they had not slept for two days and a night, so they slept very soundly.

"This is the Buddha Mingwang protecting us. Let's split up and act separately."

Yamamoto Shengxian waved his hand at the team members, most of whom were Japanese samurai, and left thirty people outside the main fortress of Namangan City to kill anyone who came out, while the rest went to set fire.

At the same time, Qi Lin at the port was also doing very well. He poured kerosene onto the ship, and the Kokand people at the port only then realized that someone had broken in.

In an instant, the raging fire spread to all the ships with the cold wind in the early morning.

These large ships were locked together tightly, and were mostly loaded with food, clothing, fodder, and even inflammable materials such as gunpowder. Once a fire started, it was impossible to stop it.

The people of Kokand were like ants on a hot pan, in a state of confusion.

Some people jumped off the boat in panic, and their limbs were quickly paralyzed by the water temperature of about four or five degrees, becoming a feast for the aquatic creatures in the river.

Some people were a little more sober and knew to jump towards the pier, but many of them were stabbed to death by the White Lotus Sect believers who arrived just as they climbed out of the shallow water, wearing only a single layer of clothing.

Someone was awakened from his sleep, holding a knife and looking at everyone vigilantly. Soon he started to fight with someone in the dark.

"Don't waste your energy. Only kill those who are putting out the fire and those who are in a group. Drop bombs wherever there are more people!"

Qi Lin shouted loudly. He was holding a hard bow and would shoot an arrow when he saw someone putting out the fire. For an elite archer like him, a musket was no better than a bow and arrow at this time.

But soon, Qi Lin didn't need to shoot anymore, because the fire spread quickly under the influence of the river breeze and it was beyond human power to put out.

With a loud bang, the gunpowder magazine of a large ship was finally detonated!
The violent explosion destroyed the minds of most Kokand people. They didn't know how many people had come or who they were. Saving their lives became the only thought for many people.

A small boat that was not on fire creaked out as soon as it was rowed out, and was immediately climbed onto by countless hands in the water. In the crazy scramble, it soon capsized.

A group of terrified drowned people kept spinning the overturned boat around. Occasionally, there were a few good swimmers, but they would be grabbed by the desperate people around them and then entangled like a twist, and fall to the bottom of the water together.

Another small boat came over, and some Kokand people who still had some sanity began to swim towards that side, but the people on the boat already knew how powerful they were, and they stabbed anyone who dared to approach with their spears.

People died one after another, and finally someone grabbed the spear that was stabbing at him. In desperation, he pulled it, and the soldier who didn't have time to pull back was pulled down directly.

The people on the boat cried and shouted to stop rowing and go to the stern to see what was happening, but as soon as they delayed, countless hands grabbed the side of the boat and it capsized again.

The fire burned more and more fiercely, and the sound of the explosion became louder and louder. Finally, several large ships with a carrying capacity of thirty or forty tons rushed out of the sea of fire.

The sailors on the ship fired in panic at everything they could see that was shaking, and then drifted downstream with the current.

The situation in the city was not much better. At that time, most civilians could not afford to build brick houses, so they basically used branches to build frames and covered them with hay, rags, wooden boards, etc., which made the fire spread faster.

Governor Muhammad Yusup woke up suddenly. Just as Li Xingtai expected, he was indeed sleeping in this "official office".

This is not surprising in Hezhong. It is just a small country that has barely touched the threshold of farming and kingdom, and its system and culture are basically still in the late Spring and Autumn Period in China.

With this level of skill, do you still want him to sleep in the barracks and share the hardships with the soldiers, and train them with the Six Army Mirrors and the Jixiao New Book?
Here, Governor Nasrudin, who had barely put on his clothes, had just walked out with twenty or so of his confidants when the light of muskets flashed. Yamamoto Shengxian had been waiting for him for a long time.

Before Nasrudin understood what was happening, he felt his legs going weak and he was about to fall to the ground. The last thing he knew was that he reached out and touched his warm chest and felt something sticky.

It's blood, I'm shot!
As soon as this thought flashed through Nasrudin's mind, his vision went dark and the air seemed to suddenly become less. He used all his strength to start breathing through his nostrils, but it was no avail. The air he inhaled became less and less, and his independent consciousness gradually returned to zero.

At the same time, his close confidants were also given special care, and only three or four of the twenty or so people managed to escape.

At this point, the command center of the 20,000-strong army was easily destroyed.

By this time, the Japanese samurai, who were divided into five groups and set fire to the city, had already set the entire western half of the city on fire.

Those civilians who were brutally driven out of their homes by the Kokand soldiers and slept in the yards or under the eaves turned out to be lucky in disguise. They quickly took advantage of their familiarity with the geography and found other ways to escape.

The soldiers were so sound asleep and unfamiliar with the Namangan fortress that the fire was out of control by the time they woke up, or they ran around aimlessly and ran into the Japanese warriors who were hiding on high ground.

Another half hour passed, and the sky was already bright. The soldiers in the city gathered together and prepared to rush to the port. A small number of troops from the camp east of the city also came towards the port under the organization of officers.

The battle began, and Li Xingtai was getting impatient. The Kokand soldiers once again perfectly demonstrated to the Chinese soldiers the excellent matching mechanism of the Transoxiana region.

There were thousands of them, but they came with the attitude of Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather.

Moreover, officers can still control their soldiers at a distance of five or six hundred meters, but if they get within the range of two hundred meters, all officers will lose control of their troops.

Even many officers forgot to give orders. A large number of officers who commanded hundreds of people rushed to the front with a dozen or so bodyguards, howling, leaving their soldiers far behind.

The soldiers were even more disorganized. The brave howlers ran very fast, while the cowardly and cunning ones were just pretending.

They looked brave, but after rushing more than a hundred meters and being beaten by the storm of rifled guns and miniature bullets, they would retreat in a swarm.

But not long after retreating, the officers would regain control of the army and force the soldiers to charge again.

In this way, they went back and forth, advanced and retreated. The Kokand soldiers were extremely brave. A team of seven or eight thousand people charged six times under the rain of bullets, and only after more than two thousand people were killed or injured did they disperse.

But it didn't work, it just kept sending them away in waves.

Not to mention that the Chinese soldiers were armed with the latest rifled guns, even if they used the bow and crossbow formations of the Han and Tang armies, they would still be able to defeat them quickly.

Li Xingtai held his command knife and looked at his subordinates around him who had few injuries. He thought this was going to be a fierce battle and was ready to lead his personal guards to launch a counterattack, but this was the result?

In fact, the Kokand army definitely performed extremely well this time, because they were surprisingly weaker in history.

For example, more than 30 years later, the Kokand people supported Zhang Geer's rebellion and gave Zhang Geer a thousand people in advance to let him attack Shule (Kashgar), with the original intention of letting Zhang Geer test the waters.

As a result, relying on the prestige of his ancestors, Zhang Geer quickly surrounded Shule and was expected to conquer it. He also summoned his old subordinates in Shule to form an army totaling six or seven thousand people.

When Muhammad Ali Khan of Kokand heard the news, he hurried to Shule with 10,000 cavalrymen, attempting to seize this greatest fruit.

As a result, Zhang Geer, who was about to capture Shule, gave the devastated Shule to the Kokand people, but they could not break in.

Then Zhang Geer used his identity as Khoja to deceive people and persuaded thousands of soldiers of the Khan of Kokand to stay in Shule and follow Zhang Geer.

The cruel reality frightened the Khan of Kokand named Muhammad Ali so much that he gave up Shule and refused to recover the investment he had made to Zhang Geer. He ran back to the Dayuan Basin with the few thousand people who were still willing to follow him.

For such noobs, they deserve such fighting power.

When the sun rose, the 20,000-strong Kokand army completely collapsed without much fighting. Li Xingtai ordered Dong Shixing to rush out of the city with a thousand cavalrymen to pursue the defeated soldiers.

Dong Shixing gained a lot along the way. The bodies of Kokand soldiers covered the entire escape route. Thousands of people were killed in the pursuit alone.

In the city, the fire had engulfed half of the city. People were fleeing from all over the place, some even jumping off the city walls and breaking their legs.

The situation at the port was even worse. At least half of the ships were burned, and the rest chose to flee downstream in panic. There were densely packed corpses floating in the middle of the river, at least hundreds of them, and almost the same number underwater.

The results of the battle were tremendous. Not only did they occupy Namangan with just three or four thousand people and defeat the 20,000-strong Kokand army, but there were also basically no major casualties.

The army, including the three tribes of Kaltijin, had only more than 20 people killed in the battle. Apart from them, Dayu's own elite soldiers had only two deaths and 47 injuries.

However, it was not without disadvantages. Namangan was almost burned down, and the ships carrying military supplies in the port were either burned or drifted downstream, resulting in the Dayu army, which was short of military supplies, not being able to collect enough food.

In particular, the situation was made worse by the fact that most of the ships were destroyed and there was a lack of transportation tools.

However, Li Xingtai's eyes turned and he immediately thought of a solution.

He first plundered all the food in the half of Namangan City that was not burned down, and then organized the more than 10,000 captives captured in Namangan City.

They were asked to drive cattle and sheep, carry food, and serve as coolies to follow the army north to attack Andijan.

In this way, there would be someone to transport food and herd cattle and sheep. At the same time, because they were prisoners, their rations could be reduced to the minimum, just enough to keep them alive.

Finally, they burned down the entire city of Namangan to prevent those who had escaped from returning and occupying the city again.

May 1792, 5 AD, was the 1th year of Emperor Guangzhong's reign in the Great China, which was originally April , the th year of Emperor Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty.

Li Xingtai ordered his men to rush eight hundred miles to Shule to deliver the victory report to his father Li Xianwen, while continuing to advance towards Andijan, one of the most important cities in the Dayuan Basin.

On May 5, after twelve days of siege, Li Xingtai miraculously captured Andijan, a city with a population of over 13, with only people by driving away the cannon fodder ants.

Afterwards, the bloodthirsty army entered the city and launched a large-scale purge as usual. It was not just Li Xingtai's soldiers who were taking action. Some Namangan people who were used as cannon fodder also participated in the looting.

Because this is a very normal and rightful power for the winner in the river.

Just ten years ago, the Kokand people once invaded Uradpe, the northern gate of Samarkand, and massacred all the more than 30,000 Bukhara people in the city.

Thirty-five years later, Bukhara invaded Kokand and killed Kokand Khan Muhammad Ali, his mother Morola, and more than 60,000 civilians in the city of Maghran.

This damn place is like this. If you don't massacre people, they won't think you are morally noble, but will think you are weak.

If you commit mass murder, they will think you are a ruthless person and qualified to become the new ruler.

June 6.

Li Xianwen personally led an army of 20,000 to Andijan. The army then went downstream and ordered craftsmen to build a new city on the ruins of Namangan.

On July 7, the main force of the army arrived outside the city of Kokand.

At this time, Chen Huacheng, who had been defending the city for four months, had fought more than a hundred battles, big and small, and had basically eaten up all the food. He simply prevented the 40,000-strong Kokand Corps soldiers from taking over the city.

As soon as the main force of the army arrived, the Kokand people collapsed, and most of the more than 40,000 militiamen recruited by the sect failed to escape.

Because Li Xianwen had a full 10,000 elite cavalry, including the Mongolian and Kazakh cavalry who were best at pursuit.

On July 7, 4 soldiers of the Kokand Mission were defeated, and the rest were buried alive.

On July 7, they defeated and captured more than 19 people, killed them all, and built thirteen Jingguan.

On August 8, the army arrived at Khujand and its surrounding fortresses at the mouth of the Dayuan Basin. After more than ten days of fierce attack, the army poured in from the gap opened by artillery fire in the north, killing all the Khujand defenders and more than 24 men and women.

At this point, the army took nine months to basically take over the Dayuan Basin, and what followed was bloody killing.

In nine months, Kokand lost more than 110,000 males, while the entire Kokand population was around 800,000, and the number of adult males would not exceed 250,000.

Then, Li Xingtai sighed, "Father, we still killed too few. We should have killed at least 200,000!"

"Ah, want to kill more?" Li Xianwen sighed as he looked at his second son. He really didn't want his son to become a bloodthirsty butcher.

"We need to kill more!" Li Xingtai said firmly, "The hatred has reached this point. If we don't continue to kill, we will only sow the seeds of trouble for ourselves."

Li Xianwen thought about it and it made sense. To cut the grass, one must remove the roots. The best way to end hatred is to cut off the roots of the enemy.

"Then we should gather all the Khartijin tribes. There are about 80,000 of them. We should order them to convert to the White Lotus Sect, grant them pastures, give them official positions, and treat them the same as the Han people, except that their treatment will be slightly worse.

Of course, this reward can't be taken for free. We'll have them send people to join us in raiding the mountains and destroying all the Tianfang Temples in Dayuan!"

Li Xingtai was very happy to see that his father was not so foolish as to not dare to take action, but he frowned and asked:
"We only have 30,000 or 40,000 people, which is already a bit stretched to complete the cleanup. Now we're making such a big move. What if Bukhara and Khiva Khanate intervene?"

Li Xianwen smiled faintly, his face full of cunning and slyness, "Send an envoy to tell the Khans of Bukhara and Khiva that this is our Great Yu State clearing out the rebellious vassal ministers, and it has nothing to do with anyone else.

Not only will it not affect them, but the territories of the two countries that Kokand had previously occupied will also be returned to them."

The reason is reasonable, because Kokand was a vassal of the Qing Dynasty from a legal point of view, and returning the land was a beautiful delaying tactic.

Li Xianwen smiled faintly, "As long as we can hold them off for a year or two, and wait for Dong Jinfeng to arrive, we won't have to worry about it. We can then deal with these two families."

(End of this chapter)