The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 749: Jingguan is high, and the mass grave is deep and high

This was a true classic cavalry duel, oh, maybe it couldn't be called a duel, it was a completely one-sided killing.

Amid the rumbling of horse hooves and the rising of dust, the only remaining Eight Banners cavalry, now a part of the Western Army cavalry called the Black Cavalry, launched the attack first.

Just like their ancestors, they destroyed the Dzungars and suppressed various rebellions of the Hui people in the Western Regions.

The first three thousand black cavalry charged forward resolutely like pigs. The panicked Persians did not dare to confront them at all. When the two sides were about to collide with each other, they chose to go around in an arc.

No, this was not their own choice. It was a human instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm due to the overall backwardness of courage, will and martial arts.

And it was this one move that determined their fate. Arrows rained down, and the black flag soldiers shot down a large number of Persians in an instant, cutting them off in the middle.

Hai Lu held up a lance and stabbed a Persian strong man with a light thrust, killing him through and through. Then he drew out his long saber and swung it in a circle on his horse, cutting the man to pieces.

He killed a large number of Persian cavalrymen who were only wearing cloth and were rushing towards him involuntarily, and they fell off like lice falling from livestock.

Hailancha shot through the horse with one blow, then he clamped his legs around the horse's belly, raised his hands like an eagle, and shot arrows like locusts. In a few breaths, he shot down seven or eight people.

Seeing that the Black Flag Soldiers had completed their mission, the Han Hussars from Huaishang and the mounted infantry (dragoons) from the East also rode their horses to intercept them from all directions.

A complete massacre began, with more than 20,000 people chasing and tearing each other apart on the ground like wild beasts.

At the end of the You hour, at seven o'clock in the evening, the sky had already darkened. The corpses of the Persians on the battlefield were piled up like rotten wood. Beside them, the ownerless war horses neighed everywhere. The scene was horrific.

A team of Japanese cavalry infantry dismounted and formed a battle formation across the battlefield. All the Persians lying on the ground were stabbed in the heart, whether they were alive or dead. No one was allowed to escape.

As the fireworks flew, Fu Kangan felt uneasy because the body of the Persian king had not been found yet.

Yamamoto Shengxian, who was standing by, was much calmer. "General, there's no need to be so nervous. Dong Shixing and the others will definitely bring the Persian king back because they want to avenge Li Ga Wa!"

Li Gaowa was not just a cavalryman who was captured and then slaughtered. He sacrificed himself to give his comrades a chance to escape. He is a great hero.

Therefore, avenging him has become the second most important thing in the minds of Fukangan and his more than 10,000 cavalrymen, second only to completing this interception mission.

Sure enough, not long after Yamamoto Shengxian finished saying this, cheers came one after another.

Under the dim sky, a large flag with the word "Dong" fluttered in the wind. The tall Dong Shixing rode back on his horse, holding a thin man under his arm.

"Look, is this the Persian King Agha?" Dong Shixing shouted at Ahmed Hakim, the former general of the Bukhara Guards, who had a shaved head and burnt scars on his head. Then he threw the tall and thin man to the ground.

"It's him, it's him, this devil!" As soon as Ahmed Hakim saw the pale-faced Agha Mohammad Shah, he rushed over and started to punch and kick him.

When Yamamoto Morihiko saw this, he pushed the guy away and gave Ahmed Hakim a sidelong glance, meaning that he was not qualified enough to punish the king of a country.

Fu Kangan laughed three times, tied up the Persian king tightly himself, and then dislocated his jaw to prevent him from committing suicide.

"Quick, send it to the military supervisor, Duke Wu. Such a person is worthy of being sacrificed in the Imperial Ancestral Temple!"

. . . .

On the other side of the battlefield, it was already the next morning when Fu Kangan sent the cavalry to deliver the people.

When he arrived at Li Xianwen's camp, after a night of deep thought, Agha Muhammad Shah actually calmed down. He thought about it and felt that he had a good chance of survival and might even be released.

The reason is simple. The limit of the Taohuashi people's ability to control the river is already there. They cannot control the Turkmen region, which is mostly desert, and they have no way of controlling Persia.

And he is the King of Persia. As long as he is willing to surrender, kneel down and serve as a dog for the Taohua Stone Man, and lead the Taohua Stone Man's forces into Persia, he can definitely help the Taohua Stone Man a lot.

I think the Peach Blossom Stone Man must know his own value.

Therefore, when Li Xianwen interrogated this guy, Agha Muhammad Shah was very calm. He sat cross-legged on the ground. Although he was covered in dust and his jaw was red and swollen, he was able to talk freely.

“Your Majesty, as long as the Great Yu Empire wants to control Persia, His Majesty the Great Yu Eastern Emperor is willing to incorporate Persia into his territory and accept my allegiance. This is the best and most labor-saving way.

After this battle, I and the Persians I rule will know who is the most powerful empire in the world and who possesses the most powerful army. We are willing to submit, to the Great Yu Empire."

A playful smile appeared on Li Xianwen's face. He looked at the military supervisor Mo Ziling beside him and said, "Sixth brother, when you came to Hezhong, His Majesty must have instructed you to handle this matter."

Mo Ziling nodded lightly and stood up. Although his brother Mo Zibu did not expect to capture the Persian king when they set out, he had given instructions on how to deal with Persia.

"King of Persia, hehe, actually the official title should be Shah Shah." Mo Ziliang asked with a sneer.

Agha Muhammad Shah felt something was wrong. He tried to remain calm and nodded in response, "The King of the noble kingdom of Persia should indeed be called Shah Shah.

This is a rule that has been passed down for thousands of years. Every Persian king is rightfully called Shah Shah."

"Shah Shah, King of Kings, huh, usurpation, disrespect!" Mo Ziling suddenly cursed loudly in Turkic with a Turkmen accent.

"Back in the reign of Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty, when the Sassanid King Peroz and his son Niner were defeated by the Arabs and fled to China, they offered the title of King of Kings of Persia to our emperor in order to restore their country.

You, the later generations who believed in the enemy's religion and accepted the enemy's rule, what qualifications do you have to use the title of Shah Shah?

No, you are actually an Oghuz. Your ancestors were vassals of the Han Dynasty. How dare you pretend to be Persian and usurp the title of king? You deserve to be put to death!"

Agha Muhammad Shah was shocked by Mo Ziling's words. He really couldn't understand what the purpose of this imperial prince's words was?
Sassanid Persia, what an ancient word!
Since then, the Persians were defeated by the Arabs and never got up again. No Persian has ever held the title of Shah Shah, the king of Persia.

What is Dayu’s purpose? Haha, the purpose is very simple, which is to eradicate all the Muslim sect bases in the river.

As for Persia, Dayu never thought of controlling it, because even if Agha Muhammad Shah was released back, nothing would change.

Because no matter from what level you try, you can't achieve a deeper impact. If you let this person go, he will most likely turn against you. He might even endure hardships and secretly accumulate strength to prepare for another big attack.

If Agha Muhammad Shah was not released, they would not have a unified leader, and the nearly 200 vassals, big and small, in the Persian territory that had just been nominally unified would be left without a king.

Well, they are enough to fight on their own and will not affect Dayu's complete cleanup of the Hezhong and Turkmen areas.

"Li Li, come here." Mo Ziling waved from a distance, and a minor official wearing a green eighth-rank official uniform lifted the hem of his uniform and walked over.

"Let me tell you, Prince Ni Neshi left behind his bloodline in China. If Dayu wants to control Persia, it must use real Persians, not Oghuz people like you."

Mo Ziling laughed and said, this officer is called Li Li, he looks exactly like a Han Chinese, and he is indeed the descendant of the Persian prince Niner.

Historically, the grandson of Persian prince Nishikawa fled west to Chengdu with Emperor Xuanzong of Tang during the Anshi Rebellion, and later settled in Sichuan. Li Xun, a poet of the Later Shu period of the Five Dynasties, was a descendant of Nishikawa.

Agha Muhammad Shah was shocked. If one really wanted to find the legal basis, after excluding the Muslim religion, the legal basis of the Persian king, the Persian king himself, was indeed on the side of the Peach Blossom Stone Man.

Because since the Sassanid Empire, all the kings of the Persian Empire were not Persians.

He understood, he understood. Agha Mohammed Shah understood what these Peach Blossom Stone people wanted to do. They just wanted to mess up Persia. They wanted to stir up the Persian people who had been overthrown for hundreds of years.

It is very likely that they also want to use their White Lotus Sect to replace the Islamic religion currently practiced in Persia.

After all, the Persians have always missed their own culture, and deep down, they always feel that they were forced to convert to religion after being defeated.

This is bad. If the Peach Blossom Stone Man plays like this, then I won’t be of any use at all!
"You will not succeed. The Persians have long lost their ambition. They have converted to the holy religion and will not be provoked." Agha Muhammad Shah was anxious. He shouted loudly with some defenselessness.

He was not wrong in saying this, because real Persians never got up again after being knocked down.

Even in later Persia, people like Khomeini and Khamenei came from religious families of the Turkmen Red Army.

The Revolutionary Guards, which hold the greatest power in Persia, are actually the Persian Red Army of the new era. Their organizational form, structure and ideology are a complete continuation of the Red Army in history.

Therefore, even the Persian rulers in the 21st century are not Persians in the strict sense.

"Eunuch Li, I leave this man to you." Mo Ziling had no interest in listening to Agha Mohammed Shah's desperate wails. He nodded to Li Jinzhong, the eunuch in charge of the Imperial Horse Administration, behind him. "Don't worry, sir. We know how to handle these people best." Li Jinzhong's sight of Agha Mohammed Shah immediately reminded him of his own treatment in Bukhara, and a nameless anger burned within him.

And you know what, he really has experience, because in this era, before the emergence of Dayu, the only one who was still dealing with the Xia Junyi people was Annan.

At that time, the real indigenous people of Annan, such as the Shang people, Cham people, Khmers, etc., all kinds of Yi kings were severely dealt with by the Zheng people in the North and the Nguyen people in the South.

Therefore, as soon as Li Jinzhong came over, he took out a long dagger and a grappling hook from his waist.

He pinched Agha Muhammad Shah's mouth, and the Persian king's jaw was dislocated, and then dislocated again.

Then a grappling hook was inserted into the mouth and the tongue of Agha Muhammad Shah was pulled out.

Just as Agha Muhammad Shah was about to struggle hard, two eunuchs in brocade robes came over and somehow they entangled and twisted him, and the two men completely controlled him.

"The best sacrifice is one that can't speak, shouts and screams, yet is still alive and kicking. Our ancestors loved peace and quiet and couldn't stand hearing these foreign filthy words."

Li Jinzhong spoke in a shrill voice, and lightly slashed the dagger in his hand. Accompanied by a scream, a long tongue fell to the ground.

Finally, Li Jinzhong stuffed a handful of herbs with hemostatic and anti-inflammatory effects into Agha Muhammad Shah's mouth to ensure that he would not die.

Well, the ambitious man who once dreamed of becoming the living god of all the Red Heads and the second Safi Al or Abu Muslim has become a dumb beast.

The only value of his future is to offer his head as a blood sacrifice in the Taimiao Temple in Nanjing.

But the war is not completely over.

After the main force of the Persian coalition was defeated, only the main force of the Red Head Army among them broke through with Agha Muhammad Shah. Most of them were the Red Head Army of the Qajar tribe where Agha Muhammad Shah was and some of his confidants.

As for the others, many of them retreated to the mountains or ran away to various places, and we need to intensify the search and capture. Some of them even need a second or third battle to completely defeat them.

On January 1, Li Xianwen continued to deploy his army, dividing it into four groups and starting to advance upwards to attack the remnants of the Persian-Bukhara-Khiva coalition forces in the mountains.

This mountain faces east and backs west. Behind the mountain is the oasis plain where the city of Bukhara is located, and in front of the mountain is the Jinsha River (Zeravshan River) and a narrow river valley plain.

Now that the Persian coalition forces have been defeated, they can only cross mountains and rivers to return to Bukhara.

However, the mountains in the river, as long as they are at a low altitude, have sparse trees, and the slopes are a mixture of loess and gravel, making the geology extremely unstable. If you want to go back over the mountain, you will be at least dead.

Therefore, there were still 70,000 to 80,000 Bukhara militiamen, god warriors, and a small number of Khiva musketeers who chose to continue to hold on to the mountain and fight like trapped beasts.

On January 1, Ali, the Grand Imam of the Naqshbandi Order, sent people down the mountain, claiming that as long as Dayu could forgive them, they would agree to anything, including converting to the White Lotus Sect.

As the biggest charlatan in the river, Grand Imam Ali perfectly illustrates the saying that the closer people are to religion, the less they believe in it.

Li Xianwen refused without hesitation. If these people had not preached eastward and brought such a great disaster to China, they could have continued to survive if they were willing to convert.

But now, in order to resolve the chaos in the northwest, the Great Yu of China has paid the price of seven or eight million lives, and in order to eradicate the poisonous soil of the Tianfang Sect in the river, it has spent more than 50 million silver dollars on military expenditure.

Faced with such a huge cost, talking about converting to a religion to survive is simply a joke.

Li Xianwen didn't even let the messenger go back. He directly ordered that the limbs of all the disciple messengers be broken in front of the camp and hung on a high mast to be seen by the disciples of the sect on the mountain, in order to show Dayu's determination to kill them all.

When the sect's disciples on the mountain saw this scene, they cried and wailed, and then, encouraged by Grand Imam Ali and a large number of imams, decided to start a desperate resistance.

But soon, the Dayu West Army, equipped with a large number of tiger squat cannons and Xingtian-style heavy flintlock rifles, completely defeated these people.

Especially the various Han volunteers, Hui warriors, and Kazakh vassal troops who have lived in the Zunghar, Hui, and Dayuan for several years. These auxiliary troops are very fierce when fighting a favorable battle.

The regular soldiers had almost achieved their due military achievements and had been away from home for five years, so they didn't want to die on the barren hills in the river at this last moment. However, these people didn't have those concerns. They were extremely eager to make achievements and were very fierce.

Of course, the Zhenxi Army in the regular army only sent out a few guards and Beijing camps from the Red County of Shenzhou last year, and they have not had enough military merits.

Especially the Imperial Guards, these people all claim to be the emperor's personal guards, and they always talk about their country, the nation, and national justice. Their fighting will is definitely not exaggerated.

On January 1, Luo Siju led the Jinwu Right Guard to break through the hill guarded by the Kubraye Sect. More than 18 people including the Grand Imam Mousavi of the Kubraye Sect were killed in the battle.

In terror, more than 6,000 people jumped down from the hilltop. Thousands of them died, and even the hillside was covered in blood.

Of course, in some corner of later generations, some people have verified that according to eyewitnesses, they forced these people to jump off the cliff with muskets, but that doesn’t matter anymore.

On the same day, the Long March warriors from Xia Fan and the Silla musketeers from Gwangju Shunzhi King Hu Quanhuan of Silla Province, led by Li Xingtai, broke through the main camp of the God Warriors and killed more than 10,000 people including Mirza Mahdi, the leader of the God Warriors in the river.

These people are not like the Guards, who have ideals and ambitions and are not used to massacres. They are born killers and have seen all kinds of scenes. It is their fate for these more than 10,000 divine warriors to encounter them.

Leng Tianlu, along with his steward Dazhong, his eldest nephew and his third nephew, captured a large Yimamu. After consulting Li Xingtai, Leng Tianlu laughed heartily and came over to his third nephew, who was more attentive, and shouted:
"Watch carefully, don't let him die. Wait until next year's Qingming Festival to cut open his intestines in the ancestral hall, and let the ancestors of the sixteen families of Changshun Fort enjoy a sacrifice of the rank of a duke or marquis. This will make them proud in heaven."

As soon as these words were spoken, the warriors from the surrounding Changshun Fort all burst into laughter. And it was not just them who were capturing the spoils that could provide blood food for their ancestors, but all the forts of the Xia clan were capturing them.

Today in Hezhong, the clan framework of the Han people is developing rapidly, and in many aspects it is even beginning to surpass Lingnan provinces such as Fujian, Guangdong and Guangxi.

On January 1, the 21th day of the twelfth lunar month, the main force of the sect, which had been fighting stubbornly on the highest mountain, was finally defeated.

Li Xianwen personally commanded the army and mobilized more than 60 mortars and howitzers of various calibers to bombard the small hilltop, which was home to more than 40,000 people, into a living hell.

However, although the combat effectiveness of these Bukhara people is not very good, their fighting spirit in desperate situations is really beyond reproach.

Amidst the dense artillery fire and the rain of lead bullets, they shouted religious slogans and rushed down in wave after wave without caring about their lives. Although they were basically all killed before they could reach the front of the Dayu Western Army, they still had courage.

If the Red Army from Persia had their will, this battle would not have been over in just over ten days.

"There is some truth in the saying that a common man's anger can cause blood to splatter five steps away. When faced with a hopeless situation, even these Qarlugs still have some courage." This is Li Xianwen's highest evaluation of the Hezhong Sect militia.

Sheikh Ali was at the top of the mountain, looking at the tragic scene all around him. He took off the white turban on his head, tightened it around his neck, and then handed the two ends to his disciples.

"The Qarlugs are about to become a legendary group, just like the Xiongnu before them.

I am not wrong, nor are the great imams of all generations. We are all here to spread the voice of God and save those who are lost and have no faith."

Even when he was about to commit suicide, the Grand Patriarch was still stubborn. However, he soon regretted his nagging.

Because just as he was chattering, Dong Shixing came up with a small team, and with a bomb, he half-killed the two disciples around Grand Imam Ali. Grand Imam Ali was also injured in the leg and could not move.

"Ahahahaha!" Dong Shixing burst into laughter and quickly called out to the part-time medic behind him, "Quick, stop the bleeding! He can't die here. This beast will be dragged to Bukhara and hacked into pieces."

Amidst laughter, Dong Shixing picked up Grand Imam Ali and slapped him more than a dozen times, causing the old man in his sixties to bleed from his mouth and nose and scream in pain.

"Fuck you, you bastard! Over forty lives of my Dong family were ruined in your hands. Heaven has eyes!"

With Dong Shixing's roar to the sky, the battle was finally almost completely over.

Almost none of the 40,000 people on this main hill survived, and in the following days, most of the escaped people who remained on the mountain were found and executed one by one.

At this point, five days before the Spring Festival of the 22nd year of Guangzhong, the battle concerning the ownership of Hezhong was completely over.

A total of 30,000 of the 140,000 Persian-Bukhara-Khiva coalition troops were killed in the battle, and more than 50,000 wounded died without receiving any medical treatment.

As for the remaining 50,000 to 60,000 people, they would certainly not be captured because Dayu did not need these prisoners.

As the sun sets, more than a dozen huge pits have been dug on the banks of the Jinsha River (Zerafshan River). The shrill howling makes the vultures circling in the sky flap their wings even more excitedly.

(End of this chapter)