The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 728 This is not a pagan, this is a pagan god

Outside the city of Samarkand, there were bursts of gunfire and artillery fire. After discovering that the defenders and reinforcements were blocked, the Bukhara people launched a desperate counterattack, which can also be called a fight of a trapped beast.

On the second day after the reinforcements were cut off, the two armies of Kuhakshan and Samarkand communicated through flags and determined basic tactics.

The defenders of Samarkand sent out about 20,000 troops to attack from the south. The reinforcements on Kuhak Mountain were immediately dispatched in full force, and 30,000 people launched a collective charge from the mountain under artillery fire.

Of course, these 50,000 people did not rush up at the same time. The real Bukharan people had the ability to deploy 50,000 people to the battlefield at the same time, and Dayu did not dare to do so and beat them like children.

Therefore, the battles were continuously launched on a scale of several hundred to two or three thousand people. The soldiers of the Western Expedition Army also fought with the Bukhara people in various places on a front line that was more than ten kilometers wide.

Of course, the busiest place is this important hill where the Bukhara reinforcements are returning.

(Yi) Tian Dongguang sucked the snot that was about to fall, looked at the black mass of Bukharans coming from a distance, probably four or five thousand of them, and his body was shaking slightly.

But it's not fear, it's excitement.

"I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm going to be a lord this time!" Next to (Yoshi) Tian Dongguang, Shizhentu, a native of Baoding, Hebei, and a lieutenant colonel in the army, also began to mutter to himself excitedly.

These two men, each leading 300 infantrymen, were followed by an artillery company sent by Chen Guangyao. There were less than 800 people in total, but when they saw the 4,000 to 5,000 people on the opposite side, they were not afraid, but excited.

For them, this is not an enemy, this is military merit!

Moreover, this time they were carrying out a mission that required a high level of merit, namely, cutting off the enemy's retreat route. This was why Shizhentu said that he was going to become a lord.

"Mr. Shi, let my men go first. You are good at shooting and should stay until the end to inflict the greatest damage." (Yoshi) Tian Dongguang said as he looked at the stone formation map. He was so excited that he could hardly contain himself.

What Yoshida Toko said makes sense.

Shizhentu was ranked fifth in the second class of the military examination in the 1787th year of Guangzhong (). He passed the examination just as Dayu took back the peninsula. Shizhentu then followed Chen Guangyao from Liaoning to Lelang.

After that, he made many military achievements and was granted the title of manor owner in Lelang. He was then recruited into the Aihui Archery Team, one of the standard soldiers of the Northeast Mission.

Among the Aihui archers, there were Han people, Western Bai people and Northern Korean people, all of whom were famous for their archery skills.

However, Shizhentu refused to listen to (Yoshi) Tian Dongguang's nonsense. He said with a smile: "Old Tian, don't try to fool me. Everyone knows that you Japanese are the best at hand-to-hand combat. Why don't you wait until my hunters shoot the enemy troops to pieces, and then you can rush in and kill them."

As he was speaking, one hundred and fifty quiver-hunters had already come out in a skirmish formation, ready to shoot at the massive Bukhara people.

Because although they both held the same official rank, Ishigeto was a lieutenant colonel, a rank slightly higher than (Yoshi) Tian Dongguang's major. According to military convention, Ishigeto had to take command.

Muhammad was holding a matchlock gun passed down from his grandfather, wearing a chain mail that was obviously one size too large, and he strode forward in the team with great excitement.

Muhammad's name is very long and a bit strange because there are so many people with this unfortunate name in the entire river.

Especially the middle and lower classes, they have little education, so coming and going is either Muhammad, Yusuf, Hassan, Ali and the like, and they have plucking the heads of the Prophet's family until they are bald.

However, since there were so many people named Muhammad, it was difficult to distinguish who was who, so they had to add the names of their fathers and grandfathers to make the names longer, and rely on the slight difference in their middle names to identify each other.

In addition, they have also derived many names that only change a few syllables or a small letter.

Just like the names that can be translated as Muhammad and Mahmoud, they are copies of Muhammad.

However, this name did not seem to be of much use to little Muhammad, because it was too long to pronounce a person's name, so most people did not call him by his name at all, but called him by his nickname - White Dog.

"White Dog, are you afraid? We are going to kill someone today." Someone joked in the crowd.

The white dog is only fifteen years old this year and looks quite delicate, so many people like to tease him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm going to kill a hundred pagans today and take all their gold and silver!" The white dog answered with a loud laugh, his chest puffed up proudly.

Everyone started laughing when they heard this, and they didn't stop laughing until the officer in charge came over to stop them.

Bai Gou looked at the officer with admiration. They were all Bukharans, and after forming the infantry, they would naturally group people they knew together to facilitate command on the battlefield.

This officer is from the same clan as Bai Gou. He is extremely strong and good at shooting. He is a heroic figure that Bai Gou has admired since he was a child. He also has a very noble background. He and Bai Gou's ancestors once served as generals for the Golden Family.

This is also the reason why Bai Gou is not very afraid even though he is in the military formation, because everyone around him is familiar with the people he knows, and these familiar people are the bravest and most fierce warriors he can meet in his life.

Judging from Bai Gou's three-inch gaze, these people are the most powerful in the world, and no one else can defeat them.

The officer was wearing a bright Persian-style mirror armor, a Persian eight-petal helmet on his head, and a Damascus steel knife worth a thousand gold on his waist. He looked very cool.

Although firearms had long been the main combat weapon in the Central Asian region, what they could get were basically very old matchlock guns, many of which were even antiques that were scattered around after the fall of the Dzungar Khanate.

In addition, although Transoxiana seems quite wealthy in the eyes of the Hui people and the Kazakh steppes, it has only about three million people and a decent but small-scale textile industry.

With such limited resources, they could not afford the consumption of tens of millions of kilograms of gunpowder that China and Europe would need in a single war.

Therefore, whenever a major battle breaks out, non-elite soldiers can basically only fire one or two shots. Most of the time, they still have to rely on bows and arrows, swords and guns. In this case, armor continues to have its place.

"The Khan has decreed that for every Peach Blossom Stone thief killed, one dinar silver coin will be awarded."

The officer shouted happily, and as he waved his right hand, the armor plates on his body rustled, and the mirror armor on his chest reflected bursts of jumping light.

"Sir, you are going to get rich. With your bravery, you can kill so many peach blossom stone men!" The white dog shouted in surprise. In his opinion, the officer, a warrior among warriors, must be making a lot of dinars!

The officer was very happy to have someone to cheer him on. He shook his conspicuous armor a few times and continued to say a few words to boost morale.

At this moment, there was a slight whooshing sound, and the white dog saw in horror that a lead bullet with a faint smoke suddenly pierced the back of the officer's head.

The back of the gorgeous eight-petal helmet was like a bent blade, rolling up a roll of iron fragments, and blood gushed out from the gap.

The officer staggered several times, ran several meters sideways, and then fell to the ground. He did not die immediately. He stared at the white dog with his eyes wide open and his mouth moving, as if asking for help from the white dog.

This is the case with the Minié bullet. Although it has a long range and high accuracy, the bullet is soft and cannot cause immediate fatal damage, such as blowing out the brain.

However, this does not mean that the officer can still survive, he just won't die immediately.

Everyone was so shocked by this scene that no one spoke for a long time, and no one even moved forward.

The officer in charge of military law discovered the situation here. He ran over with an angry face. While asking two soldiers to drag the officer who had just died to the side of the road, he punched and kicked the others.

"Forward, forward, whoever dares not to advance will die!"

"You, put on your helmet, you are the centurion here now!"

The military judge, who was also the captain of a thousand men, roared loudly and quickly appointed a new centurion.

The white dog still couldn't believe his eyes. He kept looking at the officer lying on the ground in the distance. He couldn't believe that such a brave man could be killed so easily and thrown on the roadside like a dead dog.

And now, Bai Gou is not as confident as before, because he knows the replacement officer, who is not as brave as the previous one and has a much worse background.

boom!
Before the thought came to his mind, Bai Gou heard another gunshot. He looked again in shock and saw that the officer who had just been appointed as centurion staggered two steps sideways and fell to the ground with a thud. A pool of bright red blood on his chest was extremely conspicuous.

At this moment, everyone began to panic, even the military judge and centurion who came to the front.

The centurion even touched the equally conspicuous iron helmet on his head, perhaps thinking about taking it off.

Unfortunately, it's too late!
At this moment, several more whistling sounds were heard. At least five or six bullets were fired at the centurion. Bang! Bang! Bang!
With a few crisp sounds, the centurion's fingers that were touching his helmet were broken and flew away. His entire head was covered in blood. He shook twice and fell down.

Clap clap clap!

Dense gunshots rang out one after another. It turned out that Bai Gou and the others had unknowingly walked to the front.

The white dog looked ahead, and that was not a battlefield at all, that was hell. There were at least hundreds of corpses piled up crookedly on the ground, and the blood flowing from their bodies had infected the entire earth.

Some of those who were lucky enough to survive ran towards them with fear on their faces and crying, as if there was a devil chasing them.

Suddenly, Bai Gou's uncle flew into the air as if by magic, and after his feet were half a meter off the ground, he fell heavily to the ground.

The white dog cried out and rushed down to check. He saw blood foam coming out of his uncle's mouth and blood-colored flowers appearing on his white clothes.

The white dog was lucky because when he lowered his head, he avoided a fatal lead bullet.

The soldier behind the white dog became the scapegoat for the white dog. The soldier suddenly covered his neck with his hands, and blood still flowed out from between his fingers. He knelt down with a thud, and a strange wheezing sound came from his throat.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, you cowards, let Emil's warriors go forward!" A loud roar came from behind the white dog. He was about to dodge, but was knocked to the ground.

And stepping over him, or even trampling over him, were a group of soldiers with white cloth wrapped around their heads, long and thin beards, and determined eyes.

This is Emir Guram's guard, a god-like figure in Bai Gou's heart.

"It's Guram, it's Guram, they are here, we are saved, the Peach Blossom Stone Man must be finished!" Loud cheers rang out, and it turned out that Bai Gou was not the only one who thought so.

The Bukhara soldiers cheered again and again. Bai Gou also put down his uncle's limp body and climbed up with a hopeful smile on his face. Even the severe pain from being trampled just now seemed to disappear.

Many people cheered and rushed forward behind Guram without any orders.

Shizhentu sneered, and his hunters retreated quickly. The remaining 150 line infantry quickly formed two rows of horizontal lines, and the 300 soldiers of (Yoshi) Tian Dongguang behind him also had 150 people in a horizontal line.

Only when those tall Bukharian men wearing white turbans rushed to 70 meters did Shihengtu give the order to open fire.

In an instant, thick white smoke billowed up, and hundreds of lead bullets were shot towards the opposite side like raindrops. The howling Gurams also raised their muskets, and they had fired a round at about a hundred meters.

The result was that the stone formation remained motionless, and more than a dozen people were shot without even a scream.

On the other hand, Guram of Bukhara was swept by a volley of gunfire, leaving only wounded soldiers rolling on the ground. Guram, who had just been so high and mighty like a god, was either rolling on the ground crying or was so frightened that he turned around and ran away.

However, Guram was so cowardly that he actually saved the white dog's life. Before he could rush to the front, he was forced to retreat.

General Halim's face looked very ugly. He had suffered four to five hundred casualties, but he only caused very few casualties to the Peach Blossom Stone People on the opposite side. He was defeated after only a simple shootout and did not engage in fierce hand-to-hand combat.

"Execute anyone who retreats first, even Guram!"

General Halim roared without showing any mercy. The Emir's guards and the nobles of Bukhara were to be executed because he knew how bad the situation had become.

The frightened White Dog once again felt that death was approaching. He watched in horror as those god-like Gurams were dragged out and beheaded in the middle of the crowd.

The white dog couldn't help but shudder. If he had run a little faster, he would have been among those who were killed.

“Don’t be afraid, White Dog. The Peach Blossom Stone Men are only good at musketry. Apart from that, they have no other abilities.

If the warriors of Allah come near them, they will be killed instantly with their swords, as easily as killing a sheep!"

Another familiar person was nominated as an officer, and his words made Bai Gou excited.

Yes, the Peach Blossom Stone Men just have better weapons. As long as we can rush over and use swords and knives, they will definitely not be our match.

Morale was recovering rapidly, and soon someone brought good news that General Halim had given out rewards. From now on, each person would be rewarded with three dinar silver coins.

"Allahu, Akbar!"

"These vicious pagans are a test from God!"

"Go ahead and kill all the infidels!"

The sky cleared up and the rain stopped. Bai Gou felt that he was fine again. He threw away his ancestral matchlock rifle, which had never been fired, and picked up a scimitar. He was ready to fight the Peach Blossom Stone Man with cold weapons.

Two hundred meters, bursts of fire from rifled guns and miniature bullets.

Ninety meters, people were lined up with smoothbore rifles and shot in formation.

Fifty meters, bombs flying, free shooting.

These three attacks caused great damage to the Bukhara army. At least several hundred people were killed in the short charge of more than 200 meters.

The thousand-man team advancing in the front was directly dispersed and needed to be reorganized before going to the battlefield.

However, this time, the Bukhara people were eager to engage in hand-to-hand combat, and believed that the Dayu soldiers could not defeat them, so they were much braver.

Finally, they rushed to a distance of more than 30 meters. Many people howled excitedly, and the archers kept shooting arrows. When the casualties of the Bukhara people were high due to the three-stage attack, the Dayu soldiers also began to suffer casualties.

At this moment, the artillery was dispatched. The two guns that had not even fired solid bullets, waiting to give the Bukhara people a good show, opened fire fiercely.

For a moment, the white dog almost thought that it was a spring sandstorm, because everything he saw was dark, and there was a humming sound in the sky, as if it was a sandstorm filled with a lot of sand and gravel.

There were crackling sounds and broken limbs flew everywhere. People were like lonely poplar trees in a sandstorm, riddled with holes by the sand and gravel in the storm.

The white dog just opened his mouth and howled, and a ball of unknown substance covered with blood was thrown into his mouth. Until the white dog spat it out, it was discovered that it was a finger and half a piece of muscle.

Run, run quickly!

There were only the sounds of gunfire and screams on the battlefield, but Bai Gou felt that the whole world was shouting at him.

At this moment, the white dog's mind was completely blinded by the desire to survive. He could not see anything but the way to escape.

In fact, although the cannonballs fired by the two artillery pieces were brutal, the casualties were only dozens of people. However, you can't stand the fact that these Bukharians were not regular elite troops, and their short training was not enough for them to withstand such a scene.

In addition, while the artillery was bombarding, muskets and grenades continued to work, and the uninterrupted use of these weapons maximized the casualties.

On the battlefield, after being baptized by guns and artillery, people like Bai Gou were everywhere. Escape became the choice of most people, and the two thousand-man teams completely collapsed.

In this situation, General Halim was unable to restore the stressed soldiers to their senses. He could only retreat with his men who had not yet mentally collapsed and seek to reorganize the team. His 5,000 men only lasted for more than an hour before they basically collapsed.

Such battles were taking place everywhere between Samarkand and Kuhak Mountain. Chen Guangyao's Western Expedition Army was attacked from both sides. With only 20,000 troops against 50,000 Bukhara troops, they actually gained the upper hand.

"General, someone from the main camp is asking if you need any assistance?" After saying this, the messenger couldn't help but laugh.

Chen Guangyao laughed heartily, "Li Xingtai must be anxious. If you don't give them the money, let them rest. Look at the men of the Western Expedition Army. They will beat the Bukhara people with one army!

Report back to the Grand Marshal and tell him that we, the Western Expeditionary Army, have taken these heads, and we will not rob them when we enter Samarkand."

Chen Guangyao had a good calculation. How could the gold and silver in Dayu compare to military merit? The wealth of two Samarkand cities could not compare to the merit of defeating the 50,000 Bukhara army.

(End of this chapter)