The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 748 Go meet your Lord and go to hell together
Boom!

With a loud bang, the Persian artillery on the hillside bombarded the Yulin Guards who were crossing the river.

The huge solid bullet hit the ground, shooting out a large amount of tiny sand and gravel. Although these small fragments are unlikely to kill people, they are still quite lethal to humans.

Zhang Zairi, who was pushing the carriage, groaned. He was afraid that the stones ejected by the artillery would scare the horses pulling the artillery, so he threw himself in front of the warhorse and blocked most of the sand and stones.

Zhang Zairi felt dizzy and a warm feeling flowed down his forehead.

He gripped the rifle tightly in his hand, and deftly took out a piece of white gauze from his waist, and wiped the blood off his forehead in just a few strokes.

"Captain, you have too much blood. Do you want to go to the back and rest for a while?" The soldier who was pushing the artillery cart with him saw it and couldn't help but remind him.

The captain, who is the squad leader in later generations, or equivalent to two squad leaders, is in charge of more than a dozen people and is considered the most basic military officer.

However, this is the Imperial Guard. If the captain here were to be in other armies, he would be a very important figure.

"No need." Zhang Zairi waved his hand. After the intense pain subsided, he regained consciousness. "We are His Majesty's personal guards. Why would we go to the back just for such a small injury?"

After saying that, Zhang Zairi put the rifle on his back and once again worked hard with his comrades to push the artillery cart.

After a while, Li Tai, the commander-in-chief of the Yulin Left Guard and major general of the army, came to Zhang Zairi.

He quickly tore off the gauze that was casually wrapped around Zhang Zairi's forehead, carefully brushed off the mud and sand, and then poured half a bag of liquor on him.

The sudden severe pain made Zhang Zairi tremble uncontrollably, but he clenched his teeth and did not make any sound.

After pouring the strong liquor, Li Tai wrapped Zhang Zairi up personally. Looking at his nephew who was trying hard to endure it, there was a hint of smile in his eyes.

"You have guts. Unlike your nerdy dad, he doesn't have your energy."

"My father has passed away. He was once a classmate and friend of my uncle. You should be more considerate in your words." Zhang Zairi actually wanted to say something more polite, but he changed his words in the end.

Then, without even looking at his uncle, a high-ranking official, he tightened the gauze bandage on his head and left without looking back.

Li Tai looked at his nephew's back and sighed deeply. For the past twenty years, their family had lived a very difficult life, and the biggest reason for this was his random matchmaking back then.

Twenty years ago, his brother and fellow villager Ye Xianyang went to Southeast Asia to pan for gold and met the emperor who was still in Bailongyu service. The Ye and Li families recognized the emperor's true intentions and decided to join the emperor to fight for a better future.

In order to get closer to the emperor, the Ye and Li families decided to each send a beautiful woman to be presented to the emperor as a concubine, as a gesture of the two families' sincere allegiance and the fact of establishing a close relationship with the emperor.

Afterwards, Ye Xianyang returned to Meizhou and brought his cousin Ye Xiaomei, now known as Concubine Ye De, to Southeast Asia and presented her to the emperor.

However, the younger sister of the Li family, who was arranged by his eldest brother Li Quan, was married to his classmate Zhang Sheng by his second brother Li Tai who was in his hometown before the eldest brother returned home.

With this move, the marriage that had been arranged was cut short.

Afterwards, the Ye family had this connection with Concubine Ye De in the palace, and they made rapid progress along with the emperor.

Now, the family has two internal nobles, two close vassal princes, one close vassal prince, and dozens of other vassals of varying sizes. It is actually the first noble family of the Hakka ethnic group in Meizhou.

As for their Li family, they lost the opportunity to be close to the emperor, and now only a few of their brothers have worked hard to become major generals, brigadier generals, etc.

In particular, it is generally believed that the mother of Crown Prince Da Lao Sen, Concubine Chen, is a political idiot and is gradually disliked by the emperor, while Concubine Ye De is gentle and virtuous and has always been favored by the emperor.

If Concubine Ye De had not given birth to three daughters in a row and failed to get the title of eldest son, the current crown prince would definitely be Concubine Ye De's son.

At that time, Li's younger sister was far superior to Concubine Ye Defei in both appearance and talent. If Li's younger sister had entered the palace and given birth to a son as her first child, the current prince should have been Li's grandson.

With such a demon in their heart, things have been a little abnormal in the Li family for the past twenty years.

The eldest brother Li Quan hated his younger brother for making decisions on his own, so he called him a "guo mogui" (a bitch who will have no descendants) to his face. This is the most vicious curse among the Hakka people, who attach great importance to patriarchy and regard passing on the family line as the top priority.

Not only that, several times on the battlefield, Li Quan asked Li Tai to do the work of the suicide squad. In the Battle of Fort William in Tianzhu between China and Britain, half of Li Tai's palm was knocked off and he almost died in the battle with the British army.

Li Tai also had a vague hatred towards his nephew and had disliked him since childhood.

Zhang Zairi put the vermilion lacquered helmet with the word "Yong" on his head again. Although it still hurt a little, he could bear it. Moreover, compared with the anger in his heart, this pain was nothing.

Over the past decade, their family has been under tremendous pressure because of what happened back then, especially since their father was a soft-tempered nerd. Under such heavy pressure, he died young at the age of thirteen.

All these made Zhang Zairi very angry. He wanted to prove that his mother was right to marry his father. The Li family might lose a prince grandson, but they would gain a world-famous hero grandson.

Therefore, since he was old enough to understand, Zhang Zai studied hard and practiced diligently. At the age of sixteen, he was admitted to the Huangpu Military Academy in Guangzhou, and then went to the Nanjing Army Cavalry and Infantry Officers College for further studies.

At the age of eighteen, he participated in the battle against the Sultanate of Brunei as a student non-commissioned officer. He performed exceptionally bravely and was personally selected by the emperor to serve as an officer in the famous Yulin Zuowei.

Now, at the age of twenty, he has come to Hezhong with the army again to continue his achievements.

"Captain Zhang, has the commander ordered us to advance? Those Persians are too weak. All the military merits will be taken away by people from other armies."

"Yeah, what's going on? Why won't you let us go forward? We, the Yulin Lang, have traveled thousands of miles to the river, not to watch others perform meritorious deeds."

As soon as Zhang Zairi arrived, a group of junior officers from the Yulin Left Guard surrounded him. Everyone knew that his second uncle Li Tai was the commander-in-chief of the Yulin Left Guard, and his eldest uncle Li Quan was the deputy envoy of the Privy Council, so they must be well-informed.

"Everyone, return to your positions and wait for orders. Don't ask too many questions. When it's our turn to play, we will definitely play."

Zhang Zairi was a brave warrior in battle and one of the best archers in the army. He could speak English, French and Spanish and was knowledgeable. Therefore, he was greatly admired by the grassroots soldiers and officers. Although he was only a captain, he still had a large number of fans.

On the battlefield, the fighting had reached its most intense moment. The main force of the Dayu Western Army was divided into three formations. On the left was the Beijing Camp Fenwu Army and part of the Ganyong Army, totaling 8,000 people.

The central army consisted of part of the Liwei Army and Dong Jinfeng's Yangwei Army, as well as a part of the Xia Fan Army, the Aihui Arrow Warriors and other 16,000 people.

The right army consisted of a ragtag group of more than 7,000 troops from the Northwest and Northeast armies, with only a portion of the Imperial Guards, the Yulin Left Guard and the Longxiang Right Guard, totaling 5,000 men, left as reserves.

But the miscellaneous troops were only relative. Facing the Persian coalition forces, they were all invincible.

In particular, the Yangwei Army, known as the Imperial Han Army, was extremely excited and directly concentrated more than ten artillery pieces of more than three pounds to bombard the Persian coalition forces.

The infantry in front advanced in unison, not giving the Persian soldiers any chance to take advantage. When they encountered the enemy, they would fire a collective volley and then rush forward to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

Bai Zhenyuan held the musket in his hand, listened to the drumbeats of the military band, glanced at the officers at the end of the team, followed the steps of his comrades, and everyone moved forward in unison.

Slightly different from his comrades in blue military uniforms, Bai Zhenyuan had a white cloth tied on his right arm, which represented that one of his relatives had died on the battlefield.

"Gawawa, I must kill ten people to avenge you!" Bai Zhenyuan swore secretly to himself in his heart, as if to a spirit in heaven.

It turned out that the cavalryman Li Ga Wa who was captured and taken to Bukhara in order to cover the retreat of his comrades was Bai Zhenyuan's cousin.

On their plateau, more than 30 men from the Li and Bai families joined the army as volunteers, and were later selected by different troops for their military achievements. Ga Wa was the third person to die in battle on their plateau.

Boom!

A huge artillery shell hit the team that Bai Zhenyuan was in. A few muffled groans were heard, and three people fell down immediately. Two of them should have died on the spot, and their flesh and blood turned into blood mist floating in the sky.

The remaining one who did not die on the spot stuffed a ball of gauze into his mouth before holding his completely severed right leg, with veins bulging on his face and not saying a word.

His comrades all looked at the soldier with a broken leg with admiration, knowing that he chose to endure the pain in order not to affect morale.

"Medic!"

The officer waited until one phalanx had passed and the next phalanx had not yet arrived before he shouted and asked the medical soldiers to come and carry the people away.

After walking a few steps forward, he heard crackling sounds from the opposite side. Bai Zhenyuan looked over and saw flickering flames on the opposite side, but he couldn't see how many people were there through the smoke and dust.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, Brother Zhao San beside him groaned, staggered forward two steps, and then fell to the ground motionless.

Bai Zhenyuan moved his hand and habitually wanted to help, but was quickly corrected by military law. He continued to move forward, not knowing whether Third Brother Zhao was dead or alive.

'when! ’

There was another crisp sound, and a snowflake suddenly flew out from the forehead of his comrade not far to his left. Even the black flying saucer iron helmet could not block the incoming lead bullet, and he was knocked directly to the ground.

Bai Zhenyuan had no time to feel sad. There was a burst of rapid gunfire, and more than 30 to 40 people in his phalanx fell down quickly.

Bai Zhenyuan did not feel afraid, he only felt shocked and angry. So many of his comrades, comrades who had been with him day and year, were killed by disciples who deserved to be cut into pieces. He must avenge them.

Bai Zhenyuan's captain Hai Qianzao broke out in a cold sweat. He was the son of the flag general Hai Lu. The father and son had been in the Western Regions for a long time and were very familiar with these local disciples. They knew that they did not have such abilities.

Moreover, since arriving in the Western Regions and Hezhong, Hai Lu and his son Hai Qianzao have fought bravely and made many military achievements. His name Qianzao means that the emperor was kind and generous and forgave them, giving them a new life.

Therefore, Hai Qianzao cared very much about military achievements, and before this, his troops had never suffered such losses.

The sky was filled with smoke and dust, and it was still impossible to see who the enemy in front was. The general's command flag behind was also blocked by the smoke and dust, so it was impossible to see if there were any instructions.

At the critical moment, Hai Qianzao disregarded the danger, handed over the command to the deputy captain, and rode forward to check.

Wow, after passing through a thick layer of smoke, Hai Qianzao realized that the person in front of him was not a ugly guy.

Instead, it was an army that wore the twelve-pointed red hats of the Red Army, but was dressed in European military uniforms and carried flintlock rifles with gleaming bayonets. It was estimated to be around three thousand people.

"Great, you still have Western-style troops!" After seeing clearly, Hai Qianzao immediately understood why he suffered such heavy losses. In a distance of more than 100 meters, the number of troops was directly reduced by nearly 10%. It turned out that he met a group of people.

They are indeed colleagues. These elite red-headed soldiers armed with flintlock rifles are Western-style troops trained during the reign of Nader Shah, the monarch of the Afsharid dynasty, forty or fifty years ago.

At that time, Nadir Shah plundered Afghanistan and India and obtained a large amount of gold, silver and jewelry. Nadir Shah, who loved expansion, used the money to train a 30,000-strong all-Western-style army and bought Dutch field artillery equipment.

However, Persia at that time, or even Persia until now, had no industrial capacity. Even high-quality gunpowder and lead blocks had to be imported. It was simply unable to afford the consumption of a fully Western-style army of 30,000 people.

Of course, more importantly, Nadir Shah organized a new Western-style army in order to break free from the Red Army's control over the country and start anew.

So, when the national finances were on the verge of bankruptcy due to the bottomless pit of the Western-style army and Nadir Shah's reputation fell to a low point, the local powerful factions in the Red Head Army conspired to murder Nadir Shah and disbanded Nadir Shah's new army.

However, although the new army could be disbanded, its weapons could not be discarded, and the combat tactics it had learned were still retained to a certain extent.

Now, the people that Hai Qianzao's regiment encountered were the only surviving members of the Persian New Army.

"Comrades, brothers, we have encountered the enemy's true elite, a full five thousand men, all equipped with flintlock rifles.

This is a great fortune! Today it's our regiment's turn. Everyone follow me, form a formation and march quickly. Let's rush to 50 meters, and after three volleys of gunfire, we will directly engage in hand-to-hand combat and kill them!"

This is the mentality of a truly strong army. After Hai Qianzao discovered the elite enemy troops, he was not afraid but became even more excited.

Elite, I am fighting against the elite. The more elite they are, the more military merits they will gain. Moreover, Hai Qianzao was afraid that his men were not motivated enough, so he exaggerated the number of people by one or two thousand.

Sure enough, just as Hai Qianzao expected, after he said this, the remaining 800 people in the group all became excited.

One against five, and they were elite soldiers at that. If they were rewarded for their achievements, I'm afraid each of them would be given hundreds of acres of land, and who knows how many would be promoted to officers. In an instant, the anger of the Hai Tuan, who had just suffered over a hundred casualties, turned to excitement, and they pressed even closer together.

The company commander Hai Qianzao went to the first row so that he could command at any time. Beside him, the deputy captain, the captain and others lined up in order, waiting for Hai Qianzao to be killed so that they could continue to command.

Kukukukuku!
The footsteps were extremely consistent. The soldiers of the Marine Corps walked forward quickly. People were constantly being knocked down, but they didn't care and kept walking forward.

Finally, the smoke was left behind by the sea soldiers. They passed through the smoke like divine soldiers and appeared in front of the Persian elite.

Snap, snap, snap.

There was a burst of scattered bursts of gunfire, and more than a thousand lead bullets flew over. Dozens of Hai Tuan fell down immediately, and even the area around Bai Zhenyuan was almost cleared out, but it was soon filled by his comrades behind him.

The deputy captain next to the captain Hai Qianzao also groaned miserably and fell to the ground. The regimental military judge immediately rushed forward before a captain to fill the position.

Hai Qianzao seemed to want to say something but stopped himself and said nothing.

At a distance of sixty meters, both sides can even see each other's faces, and the loading movements can also be seen clearly.

The elite Persian commander, Donbali Khan Hussein Kuli, was stunned. He had never seen such a desperate fighting style.

"Fire, fire those who have loaded!" Hussein Kuli gave the order loudly in the tense situation, and then there was another round of scattered shooting.

Although these people are called elite, they are actually no match for the real European army like the French, nor for Dayu.

After a Red Army soldier finished firing his gun, he was about to go back to the back, but he found that he couldn't squeeze in at all, because the people behind him were also staring at the front nervously, with no intention of moving at all, because if he did that, the back row would become the front row.

The red-headed soldier couldn't retreat to the back, and his expression became nervous. He could only reload at the front, but because he was too nervous, the gunpowder bottle spilled all over the ground as soon as he took it out.

In order to avoid being discovered by the officer, he could only pour the very little gunpowder in the bottle and hurriedly started the next step of loading.

The people around him were not much better. One guy was holding a cleaning rod, but his hands were shaking like a sieve and he couldn't put it into the muzzle of the gun at all.

"Oh Allah, my Allah, please make them stop." Someone was praying. Facing the peach blossom stone men who were coming towards him, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and his crotch began to feel a little wet.

At fifty meters, Hai Qianzao raised the command flag and shouted, "Tiger!"

"Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!"

The remaining 700-odd people of the Haituan army roared in unison, inheriting the tactic of "Call the Tiger Three Times When Facing an Enemy" from the Qi Family Army, and they were full of fighting spirit.

"Open fire!" Hai Qianzao shouted.

"Fire!" Bai Zhenyuan also shouted and pulled the trigger.

In an instant, thunderous gunfire rang out, and three platoons fired at the same time. All members opened fire successfully, and more than 700 lead bullets whizzed towards the opposite side with the fury of revenge.

In an instant, the phalanx of the Persian elite shook collectively, and then an entire floor collapsed, and the dead and wounded Red-Head Army soldiers fell to the ground.

"Drop bombs!" Hai Qianzao shouted again.

More than a hundred bombs flew over the heads of the Persians. Bai Zhenyuan had long arms and legs and was also half a grenadier. After he lit a bomb and threw it hard, he immediately followed his comrades and rushed out with bayonets in hand amid the cheers of the mountains and waves.

As for the elite Persian Red Head Army, they were not worthy of the word "elite". This was in line with the evaluation of Persia by the Han ancestors: "Their country's soldiers were weak."

These so-called elite soldiers were so frightened by the hundreds of guns pointed at them within fifty meters that not many of them completed the reloading.

The people at the back had loaded their guns, but they didn't want to come to the front to be shot. The two groups huddled together, and by the time they were about to open fire, it was too late.

"Fuck you!" Bai Zhenyuan roared, stabbing a Red Army soldier with his bayonet. He cursed, "This is revenge for Ga Wa!"

Then he pulled out his bayonet and stabbed forward to the left. Another red-headed soldier, who was holding a bayonet but much shorter than him, was a step slower and was stabbed by Bai Zhenyuan first.

Bai Zhenyuan struck the target with one blow, not giving his opponent a chance to breathe. He stabbed him three times in a row, leaving him bleeding profusely. "Preach! Damn it! Keep preaching!"

Bai Zhenyuan was still cursing when a Red-Head Army soldier, seeing an opportunity, came over with a knife in hand. However, Bai Zhenyuan had already prepared for this. He deftly pulled out a pistol from his waist.

'boom! '

The red-headed soldier fell down immediately. Bai Zhenyuan drew back his bayonet with his left hand and put back his pistol with his right hand. "This is to avenge our fellow countrymen who died in Huayin!"

In front of him, a burly man from Guanzhong was crying, with bombs hanging all over his body. He did not fight hand-to-hand, but just threw the bombs forward without caring about his life.

"Xiuniang, Quan'er, Third Uncle, Xiaohuzi, I have avenged you today, you can rest in peace now!" The man shouted, completely ignoring the wounds on his body, throwing bombs faster and faster.

Soon, with the help of his thunder and fire, a crack appeared in the formation of thousands of elite Western-style Red Head Army.

Then, more comrades from the Sea Group launched a thunderous charge from here, and quickly cut off and dispersed these thousands of people.

Many people stabbed until their bayonets broke, and then they picked up their weapons to chase after them. Bai Zhenyuan even changed to a big axe that he got from somewhere and started chopping wildly.

On the hillside, the Persian King Agha Muhammad Shah was so frightened that his whole body turned cold. From where he stood, his army of 60,000 seemed to be on the verge of collapse under the fierce attack of less than 30,000 Peach Blossom Stone Men.

In particular, the elite troops equipped with flintlock rifles, on which he had high hopes, were defeated in an instant.

"Let the cavalry move out! Move out!" Agha Muhammad Shah shouted, then raised the flag to notify the cavalry and lit the corresponding beacon fire to give a warning.

The sound of horse hooves vibrated like thunder. In fact, cavalry was the way of fighting of the Khivan, Turkmen and most Bukharan people.

Although they can be considered semi-agricultural, their main business is still the nomadic light cavalry passed down from their ancestors. In other words, this method is the most suitable and economical way to fight in the river.

'Wooo ...

The 20,000 cavalrymen were divided into left and right, 6,000 on the left and 14,000 on the right. They screamed and rushed out from behind the mountain like a whirlwind.

The main cavalry force on the right was commanded by Halimi, the son of Grand Imam Ali.

Amidst the galloping horses, the first opponent they encountered was an army dressed in gorgeous red clothes and wearing strange but beautiful red iron helmets.

Halimi opened his mouth and laughed silently. With just over 3,000 people, they want to stop my 14,000 cavalrymen. They are looking for death!

Then the next second, he knew who was looking for death. He had just taken out his musket when the gun on the opposite side fired from a distance of more than 200 meters.

Moreover, the enemy was extremely accurate, so accurate that it gave Halimi the illusion that every shot could hit one of his cavalrymen. For a moment, all he could hear were screams everywhere, and people kept falling off their horses.

What’s even more terrifying is that the opponent’s gun is not only accurate, but also very fast, almost firing one shot after another without stopping.

In just two hundred meters and a little over a minute, five or six hundred of the charging cavalry were killed.

To be honest, the speed of killing scared even the Imperial Guards themselves. They didn't expect that those stupid cavalrymen would slowly come towards them from more than 200 meters away, holding muskets in their hands, as if they wanted to shoot at them.

You don’t want to die like this!

Halimi saw something was wrong, and instinctively used the human wave tactic, "Charge forward! The peach blossom stone men have sharp muskets. Let's get close and shoot them with bows and arrows!"

In fact, Halimi really wanted to charge directly, but he knew that the cavalrymen under him would not have the courage to charge.

However, his arrangement was exactly what the Yulin Guards wanted. If they wanted to shoot arrows with bows, they had to concentrate them. Otherwise, if they were too far apart, the horse bows were weak and the effect of the rain of arrows would be greatly reduced.

The time to kill has come!

More than 10,000 cavalrymen, forming a black cloud, attacked from the front, and arrows fell on the Yulin Lang like raindrops.

However, they wore red lacquered helmets with the word "Yong" on them, made of fine steel and lined with cushioning, and under their red mandarin duck-patterned battle robes, they also wore iron armor made of high-quality steel plates.

Therefore, the arrows shot from these horse bows could not cause much damage to them. On the contrary, after these cavalry rushed close, the biggest damage to them was not the Moye 1793 rifles in the hands of the infantry, but the cannons.

This 3,000-strong Yulin Guards force was equipped with ten half-pound cannons, ten one-pound cannons, ten two-pound cannons, five three-pound cannons, and one six-pound cannon, for a total of 36 cannons.

Although there were reasons for deliberate deployment before the battle, this is an extremely rare and fierce firepower configuration among all the armies in the world.

So, when a large number of cavalry rushed to a distance of sixty or seventy meters and shot arrows, all these cannons were loaded with buckshot and opened fire, which was a complete massacre.

The cavalrymen swept around and shot only a few hundred arrows, but because they were so close, a shot of cannonball could take out at least a dozen riders.

Halimi realized that something was wrong and wanted to lead his cavalry to charge, but the imperial guards immediately formed a hedgehog formation with bayonets.

Even if the cavalry wanted to charge, the war horses would scream and refuse to move forward. Then they were immediately hit by a cannonball, and a large number of cavalry fell off their horses. The war horses were frightened and became even more unwilling to move forward.

As a result, a strange phenomenon occurred: the Imperial Guards had been divided into three circular formations by the cavalry, but the cavalry were unable to break these circular formations.

They surrounded this circular hedgehog formation filled with bayonets and cannons, shooting arrows continuously and being constantly hit by guns and artillery fire.

The Yulin Guards shot by arrows were like hedgehogs, but they would not die immediately. However, when they were shot, especially by artillery fire, they would die in large numbers.

"Oh Allah, my Lord, why should I fight against the Peach Blossom Stone Men for these fools!" On the hillside, the Persian King Agha Muhammad Shah felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

The cavalry on which he had high hopes, the 14,000 fools from Khiva, Bukhara and Ashgabat on the right, actually clashed with several thousand peach blossom stone men, and did not know how to rush inside, and were slaughtered there.

The 6,000 cavalrymen of his own Red Head Army on the left were actually defeated head-on by the less than 2,000 Taohuashi cavalrymen, and they couldn't even reach the door of the attack infantry formation.

The officers and guards who supported Agha Muhammad Shah had nothing to say, because they were simply inferior in strength. With 80,000 troops fighting against more than 30,000 in the battlefield, they were completely suppressed.

Moreover, at this point, the two sides were locked in a fierce battle, and I had already used up all my tricks and had no ability to continue using any tactics.

The battle continued, and even Dong Jinfeng arrived at the front line. The Huang Han people from the northwest cried and roared, venting all their anger towards the Tianfang Sect over the years, and they didn't care about the elite soldiers.

The same thing happened on the left and right wings. The infantry that was quickly separated assisted the Imperial Guards in completely killing the cavalry, and then pressed forward, continuously driving the Persian army up the mountain.

At this moment, the sound of war drums began. It turned out that General Mo Gongleng of Zhenxi on the far left, with Luo Siju and Yang Fang's 9,000 men, had completely defeated the Persian detachment of more than 20,000 men. They crossed the hill and came to support the main force from the flank.

When Mo Gongleng and others arrived, the Persian coalition forces, which had held out for five or six hours, could no longer hold on. A large number of people dropped their weapons and ran backwards crying. In an instant, the army was defeated.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the Western Army continued to attack the mountain with a style of fighting that did not want to take prisoners. Not to mention the living soldiers of the Persian-Bukhara-Khiva coalition, even those lying on the ground would be stabbed with bayonets.

Under this high pressure, the Persian coalition forces began to break out. The Red-Head Army gathered tens of thousands of war horses, protecting Agha Muhammad Khan and desperately opened a gap to rush out.

The Bukharans, led by the Naqshbandi and Kubraye sects, who had almost no horses, and a large number of divine warriors, could only continue to flee to the hillside, trying to rely on the terrain to resist.

The Red Head Army who rushed out did not run away, because Li Xianwen deliberately left this gap for them. Otherwise, with more than 10,000 frightened birds, how could they have rushed out?

So, these red-headed soldiers who rushed out, almost everyone with a horse, immediately met the people who would end them.

The 15,000 cavalrymen led by Fu Kangan had been waiting for them outside the city of Bukhara!
King Agha Muhammad Shah of Persia swayed twice on his warhorse and said with a wry smile to his confidants, "Today, we are going to see the Lord together!"

Amidst the bitter laughter, the deafening sound of horse hooves rang out, and the 15,000 cavalry led by Fu Kangan launched a fatal attack.

(End of this chapter)