The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 725 No one left alive
(Hereafter, Karluk will be used instead of Uzbek)

The Shiva and Durrani families, who were regarded as fellow sufferers and saviors by Grand Imam Ali, were indeed in the same boat with them.

Because the Khanate of Khiva and the Khanate of Bukhara were of the same origin, the spread of mysticism to the East was also influenced by the Khanate of Khiva.

The major mystical sects such as the Naqshbandi Order and the Kubrawiya Order also have a large number of supporters from the Khiva nobles.

As for the Durrani dynasty of the Durrani family, it is a powerful kingdom that now controls the whole of Afghanistan and part of Pakistan. They also once captured Delhi, India and once ruled the middle and upper reaches of the Ganges.

It is said that after they looted Delhi, they looted various treasures and goods worth up to 120 million Indian rupees, which is about 53 million silver dollars.

And under the leadership of Ahmad Shah Durrani, the founder of the Durrani dynasty, the kingdom conquered the small country in northern Afghanistan called Badakhshan in the Qing Dynasty around 1760.

And Badakhshan was a vassal state of the Qing Dynasty.

During the rebellion of the elder and younger Khojas, Polonidu and Huo Zhanji fled to Badakhshan. The Sultan of Badakhshan was afraid of Zhao Hui's army, so he took the initiative to lead his troops to attack and kill Polonidu and Huo Zhanji, and handed them over to the Qing Dynasty, thus obtaining the status of a vassal.

However, Ahmad Shah Durrani later sent troops to Badakhshan and destroyed them on the pretext of welcoming Polonidu and Khojanji and punishing the infidels.

This is the original sin. Even Dayu could not tolerate the Durrani Dynasty.

Therefore, after receiving the request for help from Ali, the Grand Imam of the Naqshbandi Order, the two countries began to mobilize quickly, although they were not currently under attack from the Dayuxi Army.

However, this speed needs to be put in quotation marks because both countries are currently in civil unrest.

The Khan of the Khiva Khanate was just a decoration shortly after its establishment. He was a mascot with the blood of the Golden Family, nominated by the various tribes of the Khiva Khanate. He was usually replaced every few years, and this had been going on for more than two hundred years.

Moreover, it is this kind of game that the Hongjila tribe, which has recently gained power, no longer wants to play and is planning to become the Khan themselves.

What is more worrying is that even if the Khanate of Khiva can quickly and fully support, it will not have much effect.

Because Khiva was the weakest of the three khanates, its population was only 550,000, less than a quarter of Bukhara's 2.7 million people.

As for the Durrani Dynasty, which controlled the whole of Afghanistan, the entire Kashmir region, most of Pakistan, part of Iran, and the middle and upper reaches of the Ganges during its heyday, it seemed quite powerful, but that is now a thing of the past.

When the dynasty's last king, Timur Shah Durrani, died in 1793, he left behind twenty-three grown-up sons.

Because of his sudden death, he was unable to arrange for a suitable son to succeed him, and each of these twenty-three sons had the support of a tribe.

As a result, the Durrani Dynasty was experiencing a chicken-eating competition that was even more chaotic and abstract than the Rebellion of the Eight Kings.

Although Timur's fifth son, Zaman Shah, has succeeded to the throne, he only controls the area around the capital, Kabul, and the fighting in other places is still going on.

Haha, if we want to organize such a group of scattered people to support the Bukhara Khanate, we have to wait and see whether they can gather reinforcements when the head of the Emir of Bukhara is hung on the city wall of Bukhara.

Therefore, Dayu's army was at the head of the Bukhara Khanate. The 70,000-strong army surrounded Samarkand, and a large number of towns around Samarkand were captured and looted.

The soldiers in the city still did not dare to go out to fight, and the troops mobilized from Bukhara did not dare to come to support.

"Master, master, this is good. This is the best veterinarian in the city of Kiran. It is said that the ewes he takes care of will give birth to three or four lambs each time, and the camels and horses he takes care of never get sick!"

In the small town of Kiran, which was filled with panicked screams, Yusup, a Hui warrior from Changshun Fort who had offered his daughter Amina, came over with a tall and thin Qarluk (Uzbek) man led by a rope, laughing.

"Oh, it's so useful, not bad!" Leng Tianlu's eyes flashed with gold. Technical talents are the most valuable wherever they go. Therefore, the men in Jilan City are estimated to have no way to survive, but this skilled veterinarian is absolutely safe.

"Yusup, I'll give you two more people. Go grab one or two of this guy's family members and give him some desire to live. Then we can use him without worry."

After saying that, Leng Tianlu kicked his nephew. This fierce man, who looked like a bear or a tiger, had just killed eleven Qarlug people at the city gate wearing heavy armor. He was extremely ferocious.

At this time, due to the excessive consumption from the bloody battle just now, Leng's nephew was holding a glutinous rice ball doused in syrup in his right hand and chewing it fiercely to replenish his energy. At the same time, he was holding a small Qarluk woman in his left hand and letting the woman massage his legs to relieve the soreness.

"Keep an eye on this guy. No matter who dies, don't let him die. He is worth more than a hundred women."

Leng Tianlu solemnly reminded his nephew that this silly nephew was a bit stubborn and everything had to be made clear, otherwise he would definitely mess it up.

"I understand, I understand!" Leng's nephew agreed repeatedly. He looked cruel and cruel in his actions, but he only listened to his uncle.

Not only because he couldn't beat his uncle, but also because the eldest nephew knew that all his value must be reflected on the battlefield.

In the past, when his uncle had not called him, when he was in his hometown, nephew Leng was not as smart as others, he ate a lot, and he had no farming skills. The harvest was a mess. He was useless except carrying things on his shoulders and hands. It was difficult for him to make a living in the countryside.

Only on the battlefield can his role be maximized, so he is very grateful to his uncle for letting him come to this river.

While the uncle and nephew were talking, five Han warriors and five Hui warriors recruited from Changshun Fort brought over a large group of people with ropes. Most of them were women, but there were men as well, but they were all children no older than seven or eight years old.

Hanging around the waist of each warrior was a head still dripping with dirty blood, and his robes were bulging with gold, silver, copper coins, and copper pots sticking out in a mess.

When they arrived at Leng Tianlu's place, they threw the spoils in their arms onto the ground and piled them up, and asked the only warrior in the fort who could write and count to register them one by one.

Because they couldn't take all of these things, no matter whether they were the Long March warriors of the Xia vassal states or the united warriors who provided their own weapons and food, half of their spoils had to be handed over as rewards for the entire army.

Of course, if these Long March athletes and Unity athletes were to take the lead, then naturally all the spoils would be distributed to them. Only when the regular army broke through the defense and looted, would they need to be divided.

Leng Tianlu looked at the more than forty captured women coldly, and slowly spread out the heads piled on the ground one by one with a knife, so that the women could see the appearance of these heads clearly.

"Baba baba!" Suddenly, when a fat head was pulled open with the hair covering the face, a Karluk woman in the crowd covered her mouth and cried miserably.

The respectful name used by people in Hezhong to address their father is often pronounced as baba, which is similar to the sound of "dad".

For example, Muhammad Shah Durrani, the founder of the Durrani dynasty, was called "baba" by later Afghans, which means father of the country.

However, although the woman was crying, she did not rush over. She was even shaking with extreme sadness and fear.

Leng Tianlu opened another head, and the same scream of pain was heard. Then a woman in light green clothes stood up trembling. Although only a pair of eyeballs were exposed under the black hood, the hatred contained in it could not be concealed.

Leng Tianlu snorted coldly and waved his hand lightly. The Hui tribe's housekeeper Dazhong immediately walked forward, grabbed the woman's neck, pulled her out, and then stabbed her directly in the abdomen with a knife.

As he stabbed, Dazhong was still cursing, "Fuck you! You lied to us, spread evil cults, deceived us, and made us Han people fight among ourselves for 200 years, with more than tens of millions of people dead. Now you just kill your father to give you a way to live, and you still don't know how to be grateful? This is unacceptable!"

Leng Tianlu had no expression on his face as he kicked the heads around one by one to show them off. If any prisoner showed hatred instead of fear on his face, he would be immediately pulled out and stabbed to death.

As for prisoners, Leng Tianlu only wants the most docile ones.

"Third brother, there are dozens of women here, and the land in the fort is under-cultivated. Write a letter back to your hometown in Sichuan, and don't bring any gold or silver. Just tell the bachelors back home that if they are willing to come, I will give them two wives each."

Leng Tianlu said this with gritted teeth. He lacked nothing now except people, Han people from his hometown.

"I want old bachelors too, no, I want old bachelors over 30, no, I want old bachelors over 40. As long as they are in good health, can still be men, and can farm, I will give them to you anyway." "Okay!" Nephew Leng San nodded vigorously, but he had his own plans in mind.

"After this battle, I will go back in person and bring at least twenty men to you, Fourth Father. But you have to help me train a few more people like Lao Zhong."

Leng Tianlu laughed. The third brother had some military merits when he fought against Dayuan, and recently he captured a Qarluk noble. His military merits were about to reach the level of becoming a castle lord.

"I will give you Lao Zhong's son as your steward, and I will also help you recruit five households from the Hui tribe. I will give you all these, but you must bring more people with you when you return home."

Seventy miles west of Kiran City, in Juma City, the lord of Changde Fort, Ping Wu (Ping Kogoro), licked his lips, as if he had already smelled the scent of wealth.

Because Juma City is not a small city like Jilan City with only 4,000 people, but a large city with more than 50,000 people. If it is captured, the more than 3,000 Han troops outside the city will all be able to eat their fill.

The reason why Pingwu felt that he could get the biggest piece of fat was that before he retired and became the castle lord, he was an artilleryman and a very powerful artillery captain.

Therefore, even though he was a Long March athlete, he was still transferred to the Three Guards of the Xia clan and served as the direct artillery commander of Li Xingtai, the second son of the Prince of Ningxia.

Now, if we want to attack such a strong city, an excellent artillery commander like Pingwu is naturally the most relied upon and the most important. If we take the city, he will definitely be rewarded with military merits and gold and silver.

"Captain Ping, General Ye Qian of the Yangwu Army asked me to tell you that if you can bombard that fort on the city wall within three shots, your Long March warriors will be the first to enter the city.

Even if the three shots missed, your Long March warriors would still be the first to enter the city, but they would be the first to enter the city using ladders."

The first one to enter the city from the ladder is Yi Fu, and it is a life-threatening job.

Pingwu's Long March athletes were not the dozen or so people in his Changde Fort, but the eleven forts assigned to him for management, plus the united athletes who brought their own weapons, a total of more than two hundred people.

Upon hearing this, the two hundred or so people gathered around and looked at Pingwu hopefully.

Pingwu was sweating profusely as he was stared at by them. He missed the target with three shots. At least one-fifth of these people were killed or injured. If he went back, he would be scolded to death by their families. How could he stay in his hometown in the future?

"Damn it, this is so immoral!" Pingwu cursed loudly, not sure if he was cursing the cunning Qarlugs on the city wall, or General Ye Qian of the Yangwu Army who issued this insidious military order.

Under the tremendous pressure, the short Japanese warrior felt a burst of pain in his bladder, and his crotch was a little wet, as if he was about to urinate if he wasn't careful.

He narrowed his eyes and directed the artillerymen to slightly move the fourteen-pound mortar, which had already fired three shots. Just as everyone's hearts were beating fast, Pingwu suddenly stamped his foot and roared, "Fire!"

"Boom!" The fourteen-pound mortar let out a loud, dull roar. The huge stone bullet soared into the air, then plummeted to a stop in mid-air, whistling with a sharp bang as it smashed unerringly into the Qarlug artillery platform on the city wall.

In an instant, several shrill screams accompanied by several bodies, several sandbags, and a slightly bent gun barrel suddenly flew into the air.

"Hahahaha, great!" Mr. Ye Qian, who was born in Huichang, Gannan, a Hakka, laughed.

The defensive artillery on the top of the city wall was actually a new type of six-pound field gun with a gun carriage. I don’t know where the Qarlug people got it from. The gunner seemed to have been trained and could even shoot shotgun shells.

Each shot after another caused considerable trouble to his several thousand men, but now they were finally defeated.

"Let the Kazakhs go first, followed by the Unity athletes and the Long March athletes. Whoever reaches the summit first will be given a Ferghana horse!"

The area near Samarkand has been the birthplace of the Ferghana horse since ancient times. Although it is not the main production area, there are still quite a few left. There are at least twenty or thirty horses in Jumma City.

When the news reached the front line, there was no need for the Hui warriors to go. The Long March athletes and the Unity athletes were all excited. The Tianma agent of the Fuxing Company who was collecting the emperor's Ferghana horses was in the army. A horse, regardless of gender, was worth 3,000 silver dollars.

Kim Kwon-il, who came from North Korea, suddenly had tears in his eyes. He and his team of twenty or so brothers jumped out of the trench and rushed towards the Juma city wall.

It is generally impossible for one person to take all the credit for being the first to land, especially in this era where no matter how brave you are, you cannot defeat a bullet. Therefore, to achieve such an achievement, cooperation is even more important.

More than 20 North Korean warriors ran very fast, and in such a frenzy, a few of them bought rifles at their own expense, which were rifled guns. They were able to aim quickly and killed several Karluk gunmen on the city wall with a few shots.

This seems to be the characteristic of this nation. They eat a lot but are also resistant to hunger, run fast and have good endurance. And almost every Goryeo warrior has an almost obsessive pursuit of marksmanship.

The Qarlugs on the city wall were already frightened out of their wits, because before the arrival of the Dayu Western Army, the Governor of Samarkand had brought almost all the warriors into the city of Samarkand to protect himself.

This is certainly not wrong, because the city of Samarkand is quite strong, with sufficient food and abundant water. As long as there are people defending it, there will be no results without fighting for a year or two.

As long as it takes a year or two, or even just half a year until winter, the problem will naturally be solved.

It's just a pity for the people in other cities. Even a city like Zhuma with a population of about 50,000, which is not a small city in Hezhong, does not have many regular troops to garrison.

Therefore, the sudden attack by just twenty or so Goryeo warriors made it difficult for the Karluk (Uzbek) people on the city wall to resist.

When they arrived at the foot of the city wall, Kim Kwon-il divided the twenty-five people into five groups. One group climbed up directly with ladders holding short swords and hand guns. The other three groups held muskets and shot at anyone who dared to show up on the city wall. The remaining group was a reserve, ready to fill in at any time.

The gunshots were intermittent, and the Qarluk people kept falling down with screams. Occasionally, Goryeo warriors were shot, but as long as they were not dead, they gritted their teeth and continued to fight.

Amid the sound of gunfire, a Goryeo warrior named Jiang Yingtai was the first to rush up the city wall. Before he even landed on the ground, he opened fire and knocked down a Qarluk man. Then he threw away his pistol, held a knife in both hands, rushed into the crowd of Qarluk men, and started slashing them.

The Karluks on the city wall were all armed civilians with very little combat experience. Although their morale was still good in order to protect their families, they could not be compared with professional soldiers at all.

Jiang Yingtai was very smart. After he chopped down the Qarluk civilians who were several meters in front of him, he did not chase after them. Instead, he leaned against the city wall, guarding the gap, and replaced the double swords in his hands with bombs.

As long as anyone dared to come up, a bomb would be thrown at them immediately, and the Qarlug people would not dare to come forward.

With a gunshot, blood gushed out from Jiang Yingtai's forehead. The high-quality conical helmet saved his life. After the lead bullet penetrated the iron helmet, the power was greatly attenuated and it bounced upwards, only scratching the skin on his forehead.

But Jiang Yingtai didn't know. He thought that he would soon die in the battle because his head was shot through. In addition, the huge kinetic energy of the lead bullet twisted his neck, which made Jiang Yingtai even more convinced that he would not live long.

Driven by the threat of his life being in danger, Jiang Yingtai roared miserably and threw the bomb in his hand away.

After seeing his comrades climbing over the city wall he was guarding, Jiang Yingtai rushed forward again with his head covered in blood and two swords in hand, holding the mentality of killing one to protect his capital and killing two to make a profit.

The Karluks' military strength had long been gone, otherwise they would not have been able to be overtaken by the Nogai people they had taken in. They had never seen such a fighting style before, and after Jiang Yingtai hacked two of them to death, hundreds of them actually screamed in panic and retreated.

Afterwards, Captain Kim Kwon-il also climbed to the top of the city wall. He was calmer and led his brothers to rush to the city gate, and then opened the side gate of Juma City.

They reached the top of the city wall in one wave and opened the city gate at once. General Ye Qian excitedly picked up his saber himself.

Now, from top to bottom, not only did they have great military achievements, but wealth also poured in!
With a creak, as the city gate was opened, the Han warriors, who had been hungry and thirsty for a long time, swarmed into Juma City.

"Search every street and house, don't let anyone escape. Execute everyone except the craftsmen on the spot. This will avenge the deaths of the people of the northwest!"

General Ye Qian raised his long sword and shouted loudly at the soldiers who rushed in. As a typical emperor from the Yangwu Army, General Ye Qian had no mercy at all, and his mercy was not needed in these places.

With the fall of Juma City, the area around Samarkand was basically cleared, and the time to besiege and attack the reinforcements was about to come.

(End of this chapter)