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

Chapter 132: Massacre the city and change the race, Khorasan falls into Zhao Shuo's hands!

At the same time, a post-war summary meeting was taking place in Zhao Shuo's central military tent.

In fact, there is not much to summarize about the Battle of Zavi City.

The troops under Barihei were in charge of the battle, while the regular troops under Zhao Shuo were only there to hold the line and prevent any accidents from happening.

Zhao Shuo improved the treatment of the signed soldiers, allowing them to taste the sweetness of war, and it is certain that their loyalty to Zhao Shuo increased greatly.

However, Shi Tianni reminded him, "This time, the prince consort massacred the people of Zhawei. Of course, they had it to blame. But what about the cities we encounter in the future? If they simply refuse to surrender, should we follow the example of Zhawei and kill all the men, leaving only the young women alive?"

Zhao Shuo nodded and said, "What's the problem?"

Shi Tianni pondered, "After all, this is Khorasan, the Prince Consort's fiefdom. If too many people are killed, who will farm, who will work, who will do business? I'm afraid it will be very detrimental to the Prince Consort's future governance of the fiefdom."

Zhao Shuo shook his head. "Don't worry. Although this is my fiefdom, the rules won't change. If anyone resists, all men will be killed, save only the young women, except for the craftsmen and children no taller than the wheels. As for those who are ignorant of their own limitations, even the craftsmen will be slaughtered."

"Don't worry about killing too many people."

"The more people I kill, the more stable my kingdom will be."

Shi Tianni seemed to realize something vaguely and said, "What the Prince Consort means is..."

Zhao Shuo sneered, "Just look at Zavi City. How many of these people can truly obey us? I'm afraid only those who join the Eight Banners of Khwarezm can become our core base. Everyone else is unreliable."

"Since they are unreliable, let's just kill more of them."

"Only when enough people are killed and replaced by immigrants can this place truly become our land."

Shi Tianni's mind moved, and he said, "My husband, do you mean to immigrate from the Han area? But that's too far, isn't it? I'm afraid not many people are willing to come."

Yang An'er understood instantly and said, "It's precisely because not enough people are willing to come that we have to kill more people. If we don't kill enough people, how can we free up enough land? If we don't kill enough people, how can we free up enough women? Without enough land and the temptation of women, who would be willing to come all the way to Khwarezm?"

When the Mongolian army conquered cities, they would degrade many women into slaves and distribute them among the soldiers.

However, the army has to go to war and it is impossible to bring these women with them.

Therefore, the Mongolian army only enjoyed most of the female slaves they obtained, and then left them to fend for themselves after leaving them with enough supplies to live on for a year.

If they really liked her, they would spend six taels of silver to turn her into a personal slave, gather her together, assign a small number of soldiers to guard her, and take her with them when they return to the grasslands or the Central Plains. For example, if Zhang Mancang wanted to keep Han Susan as a personal slave, he would have to pay another six taels of silver.

The six taels of silver were not the cost of Zhao Shuo selling the female slave, but the hard work fee for guarding the small number of soldiers and horses.

Of course, the number of such private female slaves is very small.

After all, even if ordinary soldiers liked female slaves, they had to be able to afford them, right? Three or four female slaves at home was the limit. And in the wars that constantly massacred cities and destroyed nations, they were assigned too many women.

For Zhao Shuo, the key to attracting Han immigrants was to completely transform his fiefdom into an environment with a large population and limited land, and more boys than girls.

In your hometown, you can only have ten acres of land.

However, if you are willing to immigrate to Khwarezm and are given 50 acres of land, would you be willing to come?
In your hometown, your family is poor and you cannot marry, making it difficult to continue the family line.

However, there are countless women who are willing to immigrate to Khwarezm and are longing for men. It is easy for them to have three wives and four concubines. Are they willing to come?
What? Do you think they are not innocent?

It doesn’t matter. Didn’t we save the children under the wheels from being killed?
When the immigrants arrived in Khwarezm a few years later, a group of innocent girls had grown up.

Moreover, in Zhao Shuo's fiefdom, the immigrants' power and status were definitely much higher than those of the indigenous people, and their taxes were much lower than those of the indigenous people.

Are you still afraid that you can't compete with those poor guys?
In the Mongol Yuan Dynasty's system of four classes of people, it would be great if the Han people were in the first class.

Zhao Shuo prepared to carry out the order.

There is no need to worry about the lack of Han immigrants.

Only when Han immigrants account for at least 30% of the local population can Zhao Shuo's fiefdom rest assured.

Otherwise, like the Mongols did in history, sweeping across Europe and Asia was certainly a spectacular feat at the time. However, the local demographic structure remained unchanged. Over time, they were eventually forced to retreat back to the steppes. Wouldn't that have been a wasted effort?
"Well said." Zhao Shuo nodded slightly and said, "In short, any city that resists us, or any city that doesn't resist but shows dissatisfaction, will be completely annihilated and completely replaced!"

"Yes!"

After taking down Zhawei City and resting for three days, Zhao Shuo led his army to continue advancing towards Nishabur City.

Zhao Shuo now commanded an army exceeding 140,000 men. He simply divided his army into seven groups, advancing towards Shabul like a wide net. All villages, towns, and cities along the way were to be swept away. Those willing to surrender were to be conscripted into the army.

Those who are unwilling to surrender will be killed, and the women will be used to entertain the soldiers.

Ten days later, by the time they arrived at Shapur City, Zhao Shuo's army had reached 90,000. Most of them had experienced the ravages of burning, killing, and looting. Seeing the prosperity of Shapur City, their eyes practically turned red.

They desire both the riches of your city of Shapur and the beauties of your city of Shapur.

Your city of Shapur has a population of 250,000 and a garrison of 30,000.

The larger the city, the more affluent people there are. Naturally, there are more women with fair, smooth skin, who are well-nourished and don't have to work hard. How can such delicate skin and tender flesh be compared to those in small towns and villages?

They hope that your city of Shapur will put up a resolute resistance so that they can have a chance to break into such a big city and rob it of its money and women!

According to historical records, your city of Shapur suffered a devastating disaster because of your fickleness.

When Jebe Subutai led an army of 20,000 to the city of Nishapur, Nishapur sent a banquet, food and fodder.

However, when Tolui's vanguard, the consort Chigu (son of the consort Anchen, written as Tohuchar in Western history books), led an army of 10,000 to this time, the city of Nishapur saw that Chigu had few soldiers and chose to resist.

Chigu was shot dead by Nishapur's men during a siege.

Eight months later, not only did Tolui arrive with an army of 70,000, but Chigu's wife, Princess Tumulun, also arrived.

The army prepared for ten days and built enough siege equipment.

Then, Tolui's army launched a fierce attack for a day and the city of Nishapur was captured.

One more day and I will completely control your city of Shapur.

Finally, Princess Tumulun personally led an army of 10,000 into the city, killing not only children no taller than a wheel but also the cats and dogs in the city. To prevent anyone from pretending to be dead, all the heads of the people who had been killed were chopped off and piled into a tower.

The massacre lasted for fifteen days and the entire city was reduced to ruins.

Even though Zhao Shuo has changed history and led an army of 140,000 here, you, Shabul, are still constantly testing the edge of death.

"Dear Mongol Prince Consort, your city of Shapur is a great commercial city. As far as business is concerned, we are not particularly concerned with who rules this vast territory. As long as the Sultan of Khwarezm, Muhammad, is willing to submit to you, we in Shapur will naturally submit."

Now that Muhammad is still in Iraq, you should quickly lead your army to pursue him.

Your city of Shapur is willing to offer 100,000 gold dinars, 50,000 dan of grain, 1,000 horses, 2,000 camels, and 20,000 sheep to help the prince consort with his military expenses.

I wonder what the Prince Consort thinks?"

The envoy sent by your city of Shapur is named Mulek, a wealthy and eloquent merchant from your city. He has 3,000 private soldiers under his command, making him a powerful figure in your city of Shapur.

He thought his remarks were neither humble nor arrogant, but very appropriate, and looked at Zhao Shuo with full confidence.

Zhao Shuo sneered, "Muleke, are you teaching me how to do things?"

"I dare not, but I think this is the most beneficial option for both your city of Shabul and your husband."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhao Shuo said in a deep voice, "If you, Shabul City, want to surrender, then surrender completely. Destroy the city walls and all defensive measures, and have all the young and strong sign up as soldiers! If you can't do that, I will massacre this city!"

"Please consider this carefully, Prince Consort," Mulek's expression changed. "Our city of Shapur is the capital of the Khorasan region. It's fortified and has nearly 300,000 soldiers and civilians. If you forcefully attack, I'm afraid both sides will suffer."

Muleke analyzed the situation in a neither soft nor harsh manner.

He thought he was being humble and making an objective analysis, but in Zhao Shuo's eyes, it was clownish behavior.

"Both sides suffer losses? Are you worthy of this?"

Zhao Shuo was too lazy to waste time talking to him: "Come here, send Muleke back to the city and set up the white tent. If you, Shabul, don't surrender in seven days, I will massacre the whole city!"

"Yes!"

There were soldiers who took Mulek and left.

Muleke panicked immediately. He had not expected that the dialogue he had rehearsed for three days and discussed with the wise men many times did not achieve the effect he had imagined. Moreover, judging from the look of the Mongolian prince consort, he seemed to have angered him. This was different from what he had imagined.

"Prince Consort, wait!"

"If you are not satisfied with these conditions, you can negotiate!"

"Except for signing the military contract, everything else is negotiable!"

"Why must we go to war?"

"You will regret it, you will definitely regret it!"

……

Mulek screamed as he was dragged away.

Did the negotiations break down?
I didn’t say anything wrong!
The Mongols not only obtained supplies but were able to quickly pursue Muhammad, and we were spared a war. Isn't this the most advantageous option for both parties?

Why wouldn't he want to?
Barbarian!

They are indeed a bunch of barbarians who have no idea about the great art of business compromise!
I'm afraid that only when they're beaten to a pulp in your city of Shabul will they realize the validity of my advice. However, by then, our Shabul's terms won't be the same! If you want food and fodder, you can dream on! Get out of here!

Let these barbarians regret it!

However, Mulek soon discovered that he was the one who should regret it.

White tents were erected in the Mongolian army.

For seven days, Qian Jun worked hard to help the craftsmen build the catapult.

Although the area around your city of Shapur is not like the beautiful Samarkand, with its gardens stretching for dozens of miles, there are several small hills nearby, and there is no shortage of either wood or stone.

Seven days later, the red tents were erected and the Mongols built a thousand medium-sized catapults.

There were 280,000 stone bullets weighing about 12 jin in total!
The army's eight hundred three-bow crossbows have also been installed.

A cotton bag soaked in kerosene was tied to the terrifying spear, three swords and arrows.

That’s right, these one-gun, three-sword arrows can be used as rockets when necessary.

For example, a Persian historical record of the Mongols attacking the fortified fortress of Khwarezm states: "Khitan (referring to the Han area) craftsmen made a kind of ox crossbow and aimed it at those fools. The meteor-like projectiles burned many of the devilish pagan soldiers."

There is also a record in Chinese history books: "They used crossbows to fire rockets and cannons to burn the firewood filling the moat."

And on the walls of your city of Shapur, there are a large number of wooden towers, which are perfect for these crossbows to launch rockets.

After the rockets were installed on 800 crossbows, 100 of them were arranged for test firing.

"ignition!"

boom!
The seven hundred rockets on the one hundred crossbows were ignited at the same time.

"emission!"

Boom!
The strongman raised the sledgehammer in his hand and used all his strength to hit the trigger of the crossbow in front of him.

Whoosh whoosh!
Seven hundred rockets, one spear and three swords, with a shrill whistling sound, attacked the three towers on your Shabul city wall!
Boom boom boom!
In just a moment, the city wall, which was hit by more than two hundred guns and three swords, collapsed and a huge fire broke out in the sky!

These fires ignited the kerosene prepared on the city walls, and chaos ensued in the blink of an eye.

"It's on fire! Put it out!"

"Oh, Almighty God! How could the Mongols possess such a terrifying weapon?"

"We shouldn't have provoked them. I'm afraid you, Shabul, will meet with a catastrophic disaster!"

"It's God's scourge! The Mongolian prince consort is God's scourge, and the Mongols are even more of a scourge from God!"

"God's calamity will destroy you, Shabul!"

……

The test firing of only one hundred crossbows was enough to wake up the defenders of Shapur City and make them understand their true situation.

What do you mean both are hurt?

There is no chance, absolutely no chance!
They might face a one-sided massacre!

"Prince Consort, we were wrong! We were wrong! We overestimated our own abilities. Please forgive us!"

"We are willing to agree to your terms, dismantle all defensive measures, and sign up all our young and strong men to follow the prince consort into battle."

Muleke kowtowed loudly!
How could the current Muleke still be as humble and unyielding as he was in front of Zhao Shuo seven days ago?

He fell to his knees, knocking his head loudly, trying his best to appear as humble as possible.

If he hadn't been unsure of Zhao Shuo's temper, he would have probably walked up to him and licked his boots hard to show his submission.

He really regrets it.

Why did you lose your mind seven days ago and want to negotiate with God's Disaster? Is he, a merchant in your city of Shapur, qualified enough?
How could he have underestimated the power of God's Disaster?
If he had known this would happen, he would have agreed to all of Zhao Shuo's conditions and surrendered obediently!

However, it is too late to regret now.

The red tent has been erected. How can you, Shabul, have any chance of success?

Besides, the soldiers have worked so hard these days to capture your city of Shabul. It can’t be in vain, right?
Zhao Shuo didn't even bother to talk nonsense with Muleke and said, "Take him away and chop off his head."

"Yes!"

Four soldiers came forward, dragged Mulek out of the tent and killed him with a single blow.

Zhao Shuo continued to order: "Send a message to Wuxian, sign the army to attack the city! In your Shabul City, all males will be slaughtered, and the people must be replaced!" "Yes!"

The messenger took the order and left.

After receiving the order, Wu Xian immediately ordered the siege suicide squad to step out.

Last time, in order to capture the city of Zhawei, he selected 5,000 soldiers from 50,000 soldiers, but only more than 5,000 people signed up.

This time when he captured the city of Zhawei, he selected 40,000 siege suicide squads from nearly 90,000 signed up, but more than 50,000 people signed up.

There is no way, the power of role models is too strong.

Although the death squad suffered more than 800 casualties in the attack on Zavi City, who saw it?

These soldiers who signed the contract will only see the rich harvest of those who survived.

Each person received an income of three hundred silver dinars.

Have fun with women!

All because of signing up for the siege suicide squad.

Oh, and that lucky Qasim.

He was once a lowly camel driver, a lowly indentured slave in Barihei, but now he was a wealthy tycoon with nearly ten thousand gold dinars. Furthermore, a pair of famous sisters and one of Zavi's most celebrated singers had fallen into his clutches. Just thinking about it made me drool!
By the way, he got promoted.

A centurion who signs up for the army can join the Zhenghong Banner and become a ten-householder in the future!
I’m so envious!

As I said, the people in Khorasan are brave and many of them are bloodthirsty and brave enough to fight. It is the best source of soldiers for Persia.

They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of not having a real ladder to ascend.

Die or die!

After death, you will return to the embrace of the true God and serve God's disaster. You should be able to go to heaven after death, right?
If we don’t die, let’s also experience what Cassim feels like!
Therefore, when Wu Xian selected the soldiers to sign up this time, the soldiers signed up very enthusiastically.

Boom boom boom!
The Mongolian army's three-bow crossbow showed its power!
Eight hundred crossbows fired rockets at the same time, not only causing chaos in your city of Shapur, but also directly destroying twenty catapults!
The main defensive weapons of your city of Shapur consist of only 500 catapults and 3,000 crossbows.

They were even so frightened that they hurriedly moved boiling oil and even kerosene weapons down the city walls to avoid getting hurt before attacking the enemy.

Then, the Mongolian army's one thousand medium-sized catapults began to fire.

Whoosh whoosh!
The Mongolian army's one thousand catapults VS your Shapur city's four hundred and eighty catapults!
It's all about using the majority to bully the minority!
It was at this time that Wu Xian issued the order for the army to attack.

"Charge! Kill!"

"Anyone who retreats will be killed, and their entire family will be exterminated!"

"We will attack your city of Shapur and steal your money and women!"

"Twelve of you go first! There's plenty of opportunity, go ahead, brothers!"

……

Forty thousand siege suicide squads, shouting loudly, are attacking your city of Shapur.

You, the people of Shapur, certainly know what will happen to them.

All the young and strong men climbed up the city wall and fought to the death.

For a moment, the roar of crossbows and catapults, the shouts and screams of soldiers on both sides, and the clashing of weapons were completely intertwined together, and the entire city of Nishapur was simply turned into a hell on earth.

Three hours later, the sun was setting in the west, and more than 20,000 of the 40,000 suicide squads attacking the city suffered casualties.

The counterattack on the city wall was not as fierce as at the beginning of the battle.

Wu Xian made a prompt decision and ordered all the remaining 50,000 soldiers to attack!

Qasim was among these 50,000 signed troops.

It wasn't that he was too wealthy to join the siege squad again. It was simply that the injury to his left arm hadn't healed yet, and any intense movement would cause excruciating pain.

However, now that it was his turn, he naturally would not back down.

There is no need to wear armor when marching.

He had originally covered his head with a faded indigo cotton turban and wore a knee-length robe made of coarse linen, the right shoulder of which had been worn out by a camel's reins. He wore short boots made of rawhide with cracked toes, making him little better than a beggar.

What happens after promotion?
He wore a silk turban on his head, a dark brown woolen robe on his body, and exquisite cowhide boots on his feet!
The food was even more different. The chickpea and mutton bone soup and stone-baked naan bread that were originally only eaten by the suicide squad became his daily meals.

Nearly ten thousand gold and silver coins gave him a great sense of security.

The three days of tenderness from the three beauties he had chosen in Zavi City had made him realize that there was such happiness in the world. He had already spent over a hundred silver coins to make these three beauties his personal slaves, and he would continue to enjoy them after returning to the army.

But he knew better. What were the beauties of Zavi City? The beauties of your city of Shapur were the real good stuff!
As long as he can make another breakthrough.

Now, after three hours of fierce fighting, the defenders on the city wall are extremely exhausted and the city may be breached at any time. It is the critical moment to make another great contribution.

As for the severe pain in your left arm, just pretend that this arm is not your own!

Moreover, he had been learning combat techniques from the captain of the Zhenghong Banner these days. In terms of true combat power, he might not be inferior to what he was before he was injured.

Qasim understood that now, with the Eight Banners of Khwarezm just being established, was the easiest time to get promoted. Once the Eight Banners officers were well-established, it would probably take ten times more effort to get promoted.

Don't miss out!

"follow me!"

Holding a caltrop in his right hand, Qasim led more than sixty signed-up soldiers under his command (the rest joined the death squad) and rushed towards your Shapur city.

Boom!
The ladder finally reached the wall of your Shapur.

Qasim climbed up quickly, holding the ladder with his left hand.

Just as they were approaching the city wall—

"go to hell!"

With a loud shout, a sharp arrow flew towards Qasim's cheek!

The armor on Qasim cannot protect his face.

He quickly turned to the side and turned his head.

laugh!
The arrow grazed his left cheek, and blood was oozing out in the blink of an eye.

"Go to hell!"

Qasim climbed up at high speed without caring about the injury on his face!
The defenders in the city were indeed exhausted. Only one soldier, holding a heavy axe, attacked him fiercely.
"open!"

The heavy axe warrior's strength was even less than Qasim had expected. Enduring the excruciating pain in his left arm, he raised his right arm with all his might, used the caltrop to knock the heavy axe away, and scaled the city wall. In a short while, he had killed three people in a row.

kill!kill!kill!

Qasim was lucky enough to join the siege at the right time.

Once again, he achieved the honor of being the first to reach the summit!

Zhiwuwu~~
When the afterglow of the setting sun illuminates the earth, the north gate of your Shapur opens.

What followed was brutal street fighting.

It's a very simple logic. Since Zhao Shuo refused to accept surrender, the men in the city knew they would die. How could they just sit there and wait to die?

"Baru Camp, Eight Banners of the Han Army, all advance!

Zhao Shuo gave the order decisively.

Twenty thousand Baru camps and more than fifty-nine thousand Han troops from the Eight Banners rushed into the city of Nishapur, and together with seventy thousand signed troops, they wanted to kill all the men in the city!
The two sides fought fiercely for a whole night and half a day, and the city of Nishabul finally fell completely into Zhao Shuo's control.

All males except the craftsmen were beheaded.

All the old and ugly women were killed as well.

The huge amount of wealth and women in your city of Shapur became all the spoils of the Mongolian army.

According to historical records, Princess Tumulun led an army of 10,000 into the city of Nishapur in order to seek revenge. They spent half a month on slaughter and destruction without conducting a thorough search of property.

Later, when Jalaluddin restored his country, he excavated the hidden treasures in the city and sold them at a price of 30,000 dinars a year.

The so-called buying spree is probably equivalent to the special operations in later generations.

In other words, the person who should buy it should pay 30,000 dinars to Jalaluddin every year in exchange for the right that only he can dig out treasures from the ruins of your Shapur.

As a result, the man who was engaged in the auction made a fortune. For a whole year, he dug up more than 30,000 dinars every day.

This shows how rich your Shapur is.

Now, Zhao Shuo would not be so wasteful.

Four hundred and thirty thousand taels of gold!

One million seven hundred and fifty thousand taels of silver!

One hundred and seven thousand heads of livestock of all kinds!

Eighty-seven thousand shi of grain!
Two hundred and seventy-eight boxes of jewelry!

……

Except for the slightly less food, all other kinds of property were actually more than what the original Bukhara City had.

More than 80,000 young women are even better trophies.

Of course, Zhao Shuo's army suffered heavy losses in the brutal siege and street fighting. Now there are less than 50,000 of the 90,000 signed troops left.

But that's okay.

This is exactly the effect Zhao Shuo wanted.

Only the bravest and most courageous soldiers could join his Eight Banners of Khwarezm.

He didn't care no matter how many soldiers with weak fighting ability died.

He believed that as long as wealth and women were distributed, the morale of the signing troops would quickly improve.

Then, he would continue to march into other cities and raid villages and towns, where more soldiers would join him. Gradually, he would eliminate the weak and retain the strong, promoting the most courageous and brave warriors. His Eight Banners of Khwarezm would gradually take shape.

For example, Qasim is pretty good.

Not only is he very powerful in combat, but he is also lucky enough that he can be promoted to a centurion of the Eight Banners of Khwarezm this time.

After resting for seven days in Nishabur, Zhao Shuo's army continued its march.

The troops were still divided into seven groups, sweeping through towns and villages along the way, gathering signed troops, and arrived at the city of Malu twelve days later.

Malu is even more stubborn than you, Shabul. He didn't even send food and grass, let alone send envoys to negotiate with Zhao Shuo. He refused to surrender.

Zhao Shuo broke the city after ten days of siege. All the males among the 170,000 soldiers and civilians were killed, leaving only craftsmen and young women.

Twenty days later, the city of Yeli was captured.

At this point, the four major county cities in Khorasan territory all fell into Zhao Shuo's control.

Then he divided his army into ten groups and completely swept through other cities and villages in Khorasan.

Another month later, the entire Khorasan fell into Zhao Shuo's control.

At this time, the population of Khorasan region had decreased by nearly 30%, and the number of women was about five times that of men.

Zhao Shuo organized the bravest and most courageous warriors in the Khorasan region into the Five Banners of Khwarezm.

The commander of the Red Banner of Khwarezm, the Immortal Warrior!

Li Quan, the commander of the Zhenglan Banner of Khwarezm!

Ten thousand households of the Zhenghuang Banner of Khwarezm, pacify the people!
Jing'anmin was from Yongxing, Dexing Prefecture.

One of the Nine Dukes of Hebei in history.

When he surrendered to Zhao Shuo, he was a capable general under Miao Daorun and was awarded the title of Captain of the Bordered Yellow Banner.

During this campaign against Khorasan, Jing'anmin made great military achievements and was awarded the title of Wanhu of the Zhenghuang Banner of Khwarezm.

Schweitzer, commander of the Black Banner of Khwarezm.

Schwade was certainly the most powerful general in the history of the Shi family, but Shi Tianxiang had grown up and was as brave as his father.

For a large family, the most important thing is to expand and spread the risks.

When Zhao Shuo wanted to draw a thousand households from the Eight Banners of the Han army to form a ten-thousand-household army of Khwarezm, Shi Jia took the initiative to let Shi Huaide, the most capable fighter, join the Eight Banners of Khwarezm.

The commander of the Red Banner of Khwarezm was Di Shun.

Di Shun and Dong Jun lost the battle for the position of commander of the Han army's Red Banner, and Dong Jun became the commander of the Red Banner. Di Shun simply signed up to be the commander of the Khwarezmian Red Banner.

All in all, the regular army under Zhao Shuo now has reached 130,000 people, with an additional 14,000 in the Baru Camp.

The total force is nearly 150,000!
At this time, the Khwarezmian Sultan Muhammad and his son Lukreddin had gathered all the Iraqi troops in the city of Qajyutun and were ready for battle.

(End of this chapter)