Usurpation of Mongolia: My father-in-law is Genghis Khan

Chapter 124 God's Disaster, Whipping Asia and Europe

The next day, Zhao Shuo awoke from his deep sleep. Xiao Gulanduo was still asleep. After falling asleep, she had lost her initial complacency and humiliation. Instead, she slowly leaned into Zhao Shuo's embrace. Her expression was much more peaceful and gentle. In the morning light, she seemed almost divine. It was no wonder that Qu Chuliu had given up his original faith and converted to Buddhism for her sake.

Zhao Shuo sat up and the quilt slipped off, revealing a lot of Xiao Gulando's smooth body, which was looming and very tempting.

However, Zhao Shuo had no plans to do morning exercises.

When it comes to beauties, Yang Miaozhen who accompanied the army is no less beautiful than Xiao Gulando.

Today is the day he leads his army to war, so naturally he won't be delayed by beauty.

After getting up and having breakfast, Zhao Shuo led an army of 150,000 out of Husihan Erduo City and marched towards Khwarezm.

The 150,000-strong army, stretching for nearly a hundred miles, advanced along the east bank of the Syr Darya in several routes.

The small towns along the way of Khwarezm did not dare to resist and surrendered.

The defenders of Samarkand seemed to be afraid of them and did not leave the city to intercept them.

The road from Samarkand to Bukhara was extremely difficult. It was a vast desert, with cities nestled in oases, like isolated islands. The only connections were the roads between the oases.

Soon, Zhao Shuo's army crossed the desert and arrived at the city of Zarnehei.

This place is not only the only way for Zhao Shuo's army to reach Bukhara City, but also a place where heavy troops of Khwarazm are stationed.

"Oh God Almighty! What are we seeing?!!"

When the residents of Zarnehei woke up, they found themselves surrounded by dense cavalry. Even from the city walls, the sight seemed endless. The dust raised by the horses' hooves seemed to completely obscure the bright sunlight.

All the black people in Zarne were stunned, as if their hearts were slowly being swallowed by a black hole.

"Three days ago, a messenger from Samarkand arrived, warning us to be on the lookout for a Mongol vanguard. Could it be that such a large army is merely a Mongol vanguard?"

"Look at their armor, all iron! Even if all the elite troops under the Sultan were gathered together, there might not be this much!"

"And they were merely the vanguard of the Mongol army, a small wave in the ocean."

"How can we possibly resist such an enemy?"

……

The residents hid in their homes, closed the doors and windows, and shivered.

The soldiers on the city wall were also trembling with fear. When they heard from the people below that a Mongolian envoy had arrived, they felt a little secretly delighted.

That’s right, Zhao Shuo sent an envoy to persuade them to surrender.

He did not like mindless attacks. The soldiers under his command were elite troops who had followed him from afar to Khwarezm. He was unwilling to lose any of them unless it was absolutely necessary.

The scene just now was something he created deliberately.

Zhao Shuo's army deliberately arrived overnight, surrounding the city on all sides, and all the soldiers were fully armored, just to give Zarnehei City the strongest visual impact. Otherwise, armor was so heavy, who would wear it unless they were fighting, wasting precious energy and horsepower?
Then, you can send envoys into the city to persuade them to surrender.

The system of Khwarezm was very different from that of the Central Plains dynasties.

If an envoy wanted to persuade a city of the Central Plains dynasty to surrender, he would definitely persuade the main general in the city to surrender directly.

However, the cities of Khwarezm had a strong tendency towards independence. Apart from a small number of nomadic troops, the soldiers in the cities were mainly the sons of local residents. Officials sent by the Khwarezmian court did not have absolute authority.

According to the local custom, the messenger must speak his words to the military and civilians of the entire city in the city square.

If there is any disagreement, the messenger may be killed by the angry residents.

For example, historical records show that when the Mongols attacked the city of Zandi, they sent their important minister, Hassanhaji, to persuade them to surrender. However, despite being a believer in the true God, Hassanhaji was beaten to death in the square by angry residents. Finally, the Mongols retaliated by massacring the entire city.

Now, it depends on the luck of envoy Zhao Shuo.

"I share the same faith as you, and we are all children of the true God! How could I possibly harm you? To please the true God, I followed the orders of the great Mongolian prince consort Zhao Shuo to persuade you to surrender and save you from the abyss and river of blood.

If you dare to resist the Prince Consort's army, within an hour, your city will be razed to the ground and the plains will turn into a sea of ​​blood.

Only if you listen carefully to my words with your wise and prudent ears, your life and property will be as safe as a rock! "

The envoy sent by Zhao Shuo was named Dashilerna, a 23-year-old Khwarezmian prisoner who was eloquent.

Zhao Shuo promised that if he could persuade the city to surrender, he would not only be able to get rid of his identity as a soldier of the Baru Camp, but also make him an important official in front of him, and obtain one percent of the treasury property in the city that surrendered.

Of course, one percent of the wealth is a lot, which can immediately make Dashilerna a millionaire.

But at the same time, it's a game of roulette: either you win big, or you're politely sent back, or you're torn apart by angry residents.

From a probability perspective, if Dashilerna had tried to persuade the enemy to surrender a few more times, he would have been killed. Moreover, his status as an important official in front of the emperor's wife would have been a perfect excuse for the Mongols to massacre the city.

At this point, Dashilerna could only pray that the legendary lucky star of the Khwarezmians would always shine on him.

His prayers seemed to work, and after a heated debate, the people of Zarnehei chose to surrender, but they had to swear to Dashilerna that if the Mongols changed their minds and massacred the residents of Zarnehei, he would be punished.

"What's the point of me swearing? Do you really think I'm some big shot? No, since I'm the Prince Consort's messenger, am I really not a big shot?"

Dashilera smiled bitterly in his heart.

But at the same time, this feeling of being the center of attention made Dashilera, who had always been at the bottom of society, feel that being a "flower model" was really good.

He solemnly swore an oath, and then brought representatives from Zarnehei City to Zhao Shuo's military camp.

Zhao Shuo was very satisfied with Dashilerna's mission and ordered all the residents of Zarnehei City to leave the city.

Then, Zhao Shuo gathered all the young and strong men in Zarnehei City, tore down the city walls of Zarnehei City, and razed all the defensive fortifications of Zarnehei City to the ground.

This was the strategy of the Mongolian army in attacking Khwarezm.

All the cities that surrendered in Khwarezm were not allowed to just surrender verbally, even if they only offered food and hostages. They had to destroy all the city's defenses, leaving no chance of resisting the Mongol cavalry.

Zhao Shuo built a city without walls on the Hulunbuir grassland.

The Mongolian army wanted to turn all the cities in Khwarazm into cities without walls.

Moreover, even after demolishing the city wall, Zhao Shuo didn't stop there. Who knew if these civilians and defenders would reappear and cause trouble from the rear after they left? Therefore, the soldiers and civilians of Zarnehei City must continue to offer their loyalty.

Finally, Zhao Shuo organized all the young and strong men in Zarnehei City and the defenders into groups of ten and a hundred, respectively. Khwarezmian warriors from Baru's camp served as decapitation and centurion commanders, respectively. A grassland decapitation unit led his soldiers as a thousand-household leader, and a grassland hundred-household unit led his soldiers as a ten-thousand-household leader.

In this way, a large army of 30,000 people was formed.

Zhao Shuo named this army the Qian Army, which was even more cannon fodder than the Baru Camp.

Zhao Shuo announced that as long as the people of Zarnehei City helped the Mongolian army to capture the city of Bukhara, he would let them go back.

Didn't they say that if we surrendered, our lives and property would be safe and sound? Why did they still have to fight for the Mongols?

The military and civilians of Zarnehei City were dissatisfied with Zhao Shuo's behavior, thinking that Zhao Shuo was too harsh on those who surrendered.

Of course, their dissatisfaction was of no use, and no one dared to express it, let alone let alone let Zhao Shuo hear it.

No matter what, the surrender of Zarnehei City is of great significance to Zhao Shuo.

The young and strong men of Zarnehei City were completely tied to Zhao Shuo's chariot.

This place is in a desert area. If you don't follow the roads, you can't get water, making it difficult for the army to advance. If you follow the roads, it will take a long time, and the enemy may destroy the water source in advance, causing great trouble for Zhao Shuo's army.

The guide of Zarnehei City pointed out a little-known but very short path to Zhao Shuo, which led directly to Ner City behind.

I have to say that with the "Khwarezmian traitor" leading the way, the efficiency is really high. We won't take a detour and can even catch the enemy by surprise.

Zhao Shuo's army descended from the sky like a god, and the city of Zarnehei was also attacked, and the city of Ner also surrendered.

Similarly, all the defensive measures of Ner City were destroyed by them.

The young and strong men and garrison troops in Ner City were organized into 40,000 signed troops.

After conquering Zarnehei City and Ner City, Bukhara City was in front of Zhao Shuo's army.

In Transoxiana, the heart of Khwarezm, Bukhara was the second largest city after Samarkand.

Western scholars describe it this way: "Among the oriental counties, it is the dome of Islam, the city of peace (Baghdad) in those lands. Its four sides are adorned with the splendor of doctors and lawyers, and its perimeter is adorned with treasures of profound learning. Since ancient times, it has been a gathering place for scholars of all religions in every era."

This was a city of art and law, which held a high emotional position among the people of Khwarezm and was regarded as "Noble Bukhara".

The defender of Bukhara City was once the groom of the Khwarezmian Sultan Muhammad. Now he was named "Qushir Khan". He was loyal to Muhammad and chose to resist.

Zhao Shuo's response was to surround the city on all sides while ordering craftsmen to build siege equipment and replacing all the tents closest to the city with white tents.

Then, he selected dozens of loud-voiced Khwarezmians and shouted out the Mongol army's policies to them.

"Brothers of Bukhara, have you seen the white tent raised by the Mongols? This white tent will remain erected for seven days. If you surrender within these seven days, they will forgive everyone!"

"After seven days, if you still don't surrender, the Mongols will raise a red tent. It means that if you surrender today, all men in the city except the craftsmen will be killed, leaving only beautiful women and children no taller than the wheels of a cart. Of course, if anyone surrenders the city, they will be forgiven for their meritorious service."

"In seven days, the Mongols will erect black tents, signaling that they will no longer accept surrenders. Only children taller than the wheels of the city will survive. Similarly, if anyone surrenders the city, they will still be forgiven!"

"Brothers from Bukhara, surrender quickly! We are an example. The Mongols are kind and will not make things too difficult for you!"

This is actually the strategy adopted by the Mongols in their westward expedition in history.

Building siege equipment definitely takes time.

We can fully utilize this period of time to put heavy psychological pressure on the defenders.

It is easy to die heroically, but difficult to die calmly.

If we change tents every seven days, the enemy might not be able to bear the tremendous pressure and surrender.

Even if no one surrendered, the defenders in the city would have been engaged in fierce ideological struggles for seven days. They would have been extremely nervous, unable to eat or sleep well, and their combat effectiveness would have been greatly affected.

The difficulty of the Mongolian army breaking the city will also be greatly reduced.

Of course, the Bukhara defenders did not know what "Don't say I didn't warn you" meant, and they did not take the Mongolian army's warning of "black tents, white tents, and red tents" seriously at all.

Seven days passed and there was no movement in Bukhara City.

During these seven days, the Mongols were not idle. They not only built siege weapons, but also swept the towns around Bukhara and formed two teams of 10,000 people.

Therefore, Zhao Shuo now has 90,000 signed troops.

The commander of these 90,000-strong army was none other than Wu Xian.

Wu Xian was originally a captain of the Bordered Yellow Banner. But, isn't this about forming a signed army?
After much deliberation, Zhao Shuo decided to let Wu Xian lead his own thousand elite Eight Banners soldiers to be the commander of the signing army.

According to historical records, Wu Xian was cruel and cunning, fighting again and again despite repeated defeats. After each defeat, he was able to quickly gather the defeated troops and make a comeback. He was the most suitable person to exploit and command these signed troops.

Wu Xian was truly a talented person. He quickly invented a series of systems to transform the hastily assembled army into a combat-ready force.

"It seems that good words can't persuade the damned ghost! Raise the red tent!"

Zhao Shuo looked towards the direction of Bukhara City. The Great Xia Dragon Bird pointed forward and said, "Martial Immortal!"

"exist!"

"Command 90,000 soldiers and capture Bukhara City!"

"Yes!"

Wu Xian is a person who is extremely eager for fame, wealth and power.

He originally thought that since he fell behind Miao Daorun in the attack on Hejian, it would be difficult for him to catch up.

I never expected that this time when I went to Khwarezm, I would get the opportunity to serve as the commander of the army and command 90,000 troops. I was so excited.

Now, Zhao Shuo asked Wu Xian to command the army to capture the city of Bukhara. His chance to make a name for himself has come!
Immediately, Wu Xian urged his horse to the front of the nine armies of ten thousand soldiers, where the nine captains of the army had dismounted and were waiting for a long time.

Snapped!Snapped!
Before Wu Xianren arrived, he threw out the two feather arrows he had prepared, one long and one short, and said, "Long arrows for long-range attacks, short arrows for directing the battle! Those who don't grab an arrow will attack with force!"

"Yes!"

The nine captains of the army agreed, jumped up, and rushed to grab the two feather arrows.

Those who grabbed the long arrows would have their 10,000-man force man the catapults. While manipulating the catapults still involved engaging in artillery fire with the enemy, which was dangerous, it was far more effective than a physical assault.

Those who grab the short arrows will serve as today's supervisory team and the general reserve force of the signing army, and they are the safest.

Those who failed to seize the city will be responsible for attacking Bukhara City today.

The fight among the nine captains wasn't particularly intense. They all knew each other, and besides, they didn't have to fight in person, so their subordinates would just die as cannon fodder. So, they fought for the guns, but only in a playful way, and those who didn't get them would just laugh and curse.

However, when these soldiers returned to their camp, they threw down a feather arrow.
Let the ten captains under his command fight for it, and the competition will be very fierce.

"The Thousand-House Arrow Collector is responsible for supervising the battle!"

Among the ten thousand households, one thousand households is responsible for supervising the battle, and nine thousand households are responsible for the assault.

The captains of the army were required to fight in battle when necessary. The fate of this feather arrow would have a huge impact on the lives of these ten captains.

"The one who picks up the arrows will supervise the battle!" When the thousand-household leaders threw feather arrows to the hundred-household leaders under their command, the competition became more intense.

In fact, even the centurions in charge of supervising the battle still had to go to the battlefield, but they would be at the end of their thousand-man army. However, being at the end was much safer than being at the front, wasn't it?
In this way, the 90,000 signed troops were divided into three levels of supervisory teams: the general supervisory team of the signed troops, the ten thousand-household supervisory team, and the thousand-household supervisory team.

All defense measures in the hometowns of these signed soldiers were removed, and it can be said that the lives of their families were in the hands of the Mongols.

They still had hope. Zhao Shuo promised that as long as they helped the Mongols to capture the city of Bukhara, he would let them go home.

Coupled with the strong suppression of these three layers of supervision teams, they had no choice but to break through the city of Bukhara.

Boom boom boom~~
The power of the catapult marked the beginning of the siege.

The catapults, both on and below the city walls, were fiercely firing stone bombs at the enemy's catapults, which were the weapons that posed the greatest threat to them.

At this time, each of the signed soldiers was given a sword and a wooden shield.

"Charge! Kill! Break through Bukhara!"

"We have no choice!"

"Either they die or we die!"

"Kill them! We want to go home!"

……

The 80,000 signed troops were like an overwhelming force. Under Wu Xian's command, they roared in Khwarezmian, carried ladders, pushed battering rams, and launched a fierce attack on the city of Bukhara.

Whoosh whoosh!
A dense rain of arrows came from the city walls of Bukhara and headed towards the densely packed army of soldiers under the walls.

Many soldiers were hit by arrows and fell down in large numbers.

wow~~
Pots of boiling oil were poured down from the city walls.

"Ah! Kill me! Kill me!"

The soldiers were splashed with boiling oil. Some of them fell directly from the ladders and died on the spot, while others were not dead for a while and let out painful howls that did not sound like human voices.

boom!
A stone bullet hit the army.

The Khwarezmians had a pretty good level of technology in making catapults. This 80-jin stone bullet directly smashed two people into meat patties, and then continued to roll forward, causing five people to break bones and tendons.

……

Two hours after the siege, countless soldiers were killed and countless soldiers were injured outside the city of Bukhara, wailing in pain. The cheap blood dyed the earth red, and the wailing echoed throughout the wilderness. Stones and bullets flew, and arrows rained down... It was simply a hell on earth.

On the surface, the casualties of the soldiers outside the city were close to 10,000, which was far more than the number of defenders on the city.

The defensive situation of Bukhara City is still optimistic.

However, Güşluğan, the Khwarezmian commander who was watching the battle on the city wall, did not see it that way at all.

There is no way. Although Wu Xian cannot change the combat effectiveness of the hastily assembled army in a short period of time, he can squeeze out their potential.

A mark was burned on the chest of each soldier.

If they dared to retreat, not only would the Supervisory Team kill them, but their entire families as well. With three layers of Supervisory Teams, there was absolutely no chance of them escaping.

Even if I die, I must die under the city wall!
The fearless soldiers of the army were so brave that Gulu Khan could hardly believe his eyes.

"Oh my God! Are the Orientals devils? They turned farmers, merchants, and craftsmen into fearless warriors! Can we defend Bukhara?"

Qushir Khan was born as Muhammad's groom and was indeed very loyal to the Sultan, but he lacked military talent and his will was not very strong.

He was on the city wall, looking at the sea of ​​blood and corpses before him, and his legs went weak with fear.

Of course, what good does it matter if you have enough military talent?
Gushulu Khan's deputy general was named Hamibur, who was also a general of Khwarezm who was experienced in fighting. At this time, he was trembling with fear.

He agreed, "Yes! These soldiers attacking the city are actually Khwarezmians, and have nothing to do with the Mongols. Even if we kill them all, we won't hurt the Mongols at all. And in order to kill them all, we don't know how many lives of warriors we will lose, and how much siege equipment we will have to use."

It can’t be defended, absolutely can’t be defended!
The Mongols had no use for those bows and crossbows that could shoot arrows ten thousand feet long, and they had no use for those devilish weapons that made a huge noise, and their army did not move!
They don't care about the lives of these siege soldiers at all, they are just trying to consume us.

We only have 20,000 field troops and 400,000 civilians in the city. It is impossible for us to defend Bukhara. It is only a matter of time before the city is broken."

Gushlu Khan's face turned pale. He asked, "Does this mean that we can only serve the Sultan loyally and die in Bukhara?"

"To be loyal to the Sultan is not to be loyal in this way."

Another general in the city, Sheyunzhi Khan, coughed lightly and said, "Have you forgotten the prophecy of the True God? In Khorasan, there is a river called the Uhu River (Amu Darya) to the east, and a city called Bukhara will be conquered. This is the will of the True God, how can we disobey it?"
Therefore, losing Bukhara is not our responsibility. We should save our own lives and leave more troops for the Sultan, which is the greatest loyalty to the Sultan."

When Zhao Shuo was still sweeping across Western Liao, this prophecy of the true God was spreading in the land of Hezhong.

No one knew through whom the true God had spoken this prophecy to the world. However, whether out of curiosity or fear, the prophecy spread quickly, and even the Sultan Muhammad of Samarkand heard of it.

Gushulu Khan had even heard of it.

His eyes flickered with guilt as he asked, "So, should we lead our troops to break out now? Is this... is this appropriate?"

"Of course it's not appropriate!"

Another general, Qieshili Khan, angrily said, "That prophecy is not a prophecy from a true god at all. It is someone taking advantage of the opportunity to disrupt the morale of our Khwarezmian people! It could be the Mongols, or the Persians who are dissatisfied with us Kangli people, or even the Caliph in Baghdad!
But no matter what, if the Sultan tells us to defend Bukhara, we must defend Bukhara. We would rather die in battle than flee! I, Qaishili Khan, will never be a coward who flees from the battlefield!

It would have been better if he didn't say the last sentence, because the last sentence really hit the most hidden and dark side of Gulukhan.

Qushir Khan thought he was loyal to Muhammad, but when the time came, he realized that he valued his own life much more than Muhammad.

"Stop talking."

Gulukhan was furious and said in a categorical voice, "The Sultan has appointed me as the commander-in-chief of Bukhara. Everything here is naturally decided by me. Pass on my order. Gather all the troops you can in the city and prepare to break out!"

"If you want to leave, go ahead. I swear to live and die with Bukhara!"

Qieshili Khan stomped his feet hard and went down the city wall.

Bukhara was a famous city in Khwarezm. In addition to its towering walls, it also housed a stone inner fortress. Qaishili Khan gathered his 3,000-strong army, along with all the Kangli men and their families in the city, in the inner fortress, preparing for a final resistance.

Gushluk Khan led 10,000 elite cavalry and suddenly rushed out from the east gate, preparing to flee to Samarkand and reunite with Sultan Muhammad.

However, where can one escape?
At Zhao Shuo's command, Machibieduwen led 30,000 Baru troops in pursuit.

"Warriors of the Baru Camp, follow me! Cut off three heads and you will become a full-fledged soldier of the Mongol Empire. You will have money and women!"

With a loud shout from Machibeduwen, 30,000 soldiers from the Baru camp chased after them relentlessly.

Among the 30,000 soldiers of the Baru Camp, 20,000 were from the regular field army of Khwarezm, and 10,000 were from the field cavalry of Western Liao.

No matter where they came from, they were no less powerful than Gushulu Khan's ten thousand elite cavalry.

What's more, they have been gathering their strength just now?

The army chased the 10,000 elite cavalry for 150 miles and killed almost all of them. Gushulu Khan also died on the spot.

Zhiwuwu~~
A quarter of an hour later, the city of Bukhara was opened, and all the Bukhara people, except the inner fort, surrendered to the Mongolian army.

Zhao Shuo ordered 50,000 troops to enter the city and control all the key places in the city.

Then, he rode his horse to the square in the city.

There, all the important figures in Bukhara, a total of 1,362 people, were kneeling on the ground, waiting for Zhao Shuo's decision.

"You surrendered the city when our army raised the red tent. However, this surrender was not in accordance with the rules!"

Zhao Shuo did not dismount, but sat on Jin Shanshan and read out his orders from a high position.

Xin Yu translated the conqueror's words, word by word, to the Bukhara nobles, wealthy businessmen, scholars and religious leaders who were kneeling on the ground.

Zhao Shuo said, "Rather than fighting the defenders and surrendering the city, you saw the city was about to fall and were forced to surrender. Therefore, I must give you severe punishment to maintain the authority of the Red Tent.

First, all of you have been reduced to slaves.

Second, all your wealth is spoils of war for our army. I know some of you have buried your property underground. I will encourage anyone to report it. Once verified, your entire family will be killed! Consider carefully: which is more important, your property or your wealth?

Third, Bukhara's inner fortress remains unbroken. I've observed that the stone fortress is incredibly strong and difficult to capture. I will organize every man in the city into an army. You must capture the inner fortress for me, regardless of the cost. If you die in battle, that's your fate.

Oh, and your women too. They will be assigned to the soldiers for three days and three nights to comfort my troops and atone for their sins!

"Oh God!" A Christian leader with white hair and beard wailed in agony, "Even though we have violated the rules of the prince consort, our sins are not this serious. You are truly too cruel and harsh to us!"

Zhao Shuo sneered, "If you are innocent, why would God send me to punish you? I am a scourge from God, and all the punishment I inflict on you is what you deserve!"

"But...but..." The white-haired leader wanted to defend himself.

"Stop talking, stop talking." A scholar-like man gently tugged at the white-bearded and white-haired old man's clothes and said, "This is the almighty God, blowing the almighty wind. How can mortals like us disobey? We can only accept it."

"Ok?"

After Zhao Shuo heard the scholar's words translated by Xin Yu, he couldn't help but laugh inwardly: What's this? Will there be great scholars to debate with me after I enter the Pass?

He pointed the whip in his hand at the scholar and asked, "What's your name?"

"Your Excellency, the Mongol Prince Consort, my name is Alisa, and I am recognized as the most outstanding scholar in Bukhara."

"Then you are very familiar with the situation in Bukhara?"

"The prince consort is wise!"

"Very good, Arisa, you are very good at talking." Zhao Shuo nodded slightly and said, "You and your parents, wife, and children will be pardoned, but your property will not be preserved. How about this? You will temporarily become the lord of Bukhara. I will give you the power to pardon one hundred households and give you three thousand soldiers of the Baru Camp. You will be responsible for carrying out my previous order."

Arisa was overjoyed and kowtowed three times to Zhao Shuo, saying, "Your most humble servant, I will obey your orders!"

wipe!
Why didn't I think of that?

I can also speak for the prince consort, I can also talk!

The experts and scholars who knelt on the ground together looked at Arisa with envy, jealousy and hatred, and their eyes were almost spitting fire.

However, they soon came to their senses.

"If Arisa chooses me, I will definitely be your best helper!"

"Choose me! I know the rich people in the city best and can best help you complete the prince consort's orders!"

"My best friend Arisa, how could you forget me?"

……

Out of more than a thousand people, only a hundred can be pardoned. How small is the chance?
These nobles, wealthy businessmen, scholars and religious leaders of Bukhara shouted loudly and smiled apologetically to Arisa, like a group of dogs wagging their tails and begging for mercy.

With the help of Arisa and others, Zhao Shuo's intention was quickly carried out.

The women of the city comforted the expeditionary soldiers. Well, actually, they didn't have much trouble. It was only the Baru Battalion that took action today.

All the wealth of this second most prosperous city in the Hezhong region fell into Zhao Shuo's hands.

Three hundred and eighty thousand taels of gold!

One million five hundred and forty thousand taels of silver!

Two million three hundred and four hundred thousand pieces of various cloths!
Sixty-seven thousand office workers of all kinds!
One million one hundred and seventy thousand shi of grain!

One hundred and seventy-eight boxes of jewelry!
……

Even if Zhao Shuo could only get 70%, it would still be quite impressive.

In Bukhara, over 400,000 civilians, including 170,000 men, were sent by Zhao Shuo to attack the inner fortress. To build equipment to attack the stone fortress, all the wooden houses in the city were dismantled.

It took a full half month to capture the inner fortress.

Inside the inner fortress, more than 30,000 Kangli men were killed.

The women of these Kangli men were as "delicate as cypress" as recorded in history, and were all enslaved by Zhao Shuo.

There were only more than 80,000 Bukhara men left to attack the inner fort.

The 90,000 soldiers who were originally sent to attack Bukhara City were released by Zhao Shuo in keeping his promise.
These more than 80,000 people will continue to serve as Zhao Shuo's soldiers and will be released after Samarkand is captured to become slaves of the Mongols.

Compared with Bukhara, Zarnehei can truly be called the "City of Happiness".

In short, after this battle, most of the prosperous city of Bukhara was almost destroyed.

"They come, they kill, they burn, they loot, and then they leave."

A Bukhara man who managed to escape in the dark told people in other towns what he had seen.

The news quickly spread throughout the Transoxiana region of Khwarezm.

Zhao Shuo's reputation as "God's Disaster" became more and more famous.

(End of this chapter)