Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 181 You Are My Confidant!
In 932 A.D., the third year of Changxing in the later Tang Dynasty, on the seventh day of the seventh month, the Persian Saman army that stormed Balasagun for five days suddenly collapsed on a stormy morning.

When Abdul Ahmed, the leader of the warlords who suffered heavy casualties and insufficient supplies due to the storming of Balasakon, and the Grand Master of the Sufi sect in Bukhara, rushed into the tent of the army coach Ali Duraf in anger. At that time, I was stunned.

Because there is everything in it, even the armor of Governor Durav is still hanging in the commander's tent, but there is no one.

Immediately afterwards, the believers who went to search for people also came back and reported that not only Governor Ali Duraf had disappeared, but even the officers of the Elsalia Army above the head of a thousand households and some centurion officers had all disappeared.

Leaving together, there are more than ten camps, that is, about 2000 people, the elite of the El Saliya army.

By this time, the God Warriors and the Mustafa Army, who had nearly a thousand casualties in the siege battle, knew that they had been abandoned and the granary had bottomed out.

After the five-day onslaught and the capture of Balasargon, the city was sealed to the Sufi sect as a place of foothold.

They were all false promises thrown to them in order to allow them to cover the escape of Governor Ali Duraf.

The cries of being abandoned quickly spread throughout the entire military camp. At this time, even Ahmed, who was the main convener of the Grand Priest and the God Warrior, could not control the troops anymore.

The army mutinied immediately. A large number of God Warriors and the Mustafa army first looted the only remaining food in the barracks, and then rushed angrily into the Alsalia army that had not yet retreated, causing a lot of conflicts.

In the end, the God Warriors, who had nowhere to vent their anger, vented their anger on Abdul Ahmed.

After they killed their grand patriarch and a large number of senior clergymen, they all collapsed under the attack of the elite army sent by Guo Xuanli in Balasagun City.

Countless people began to kill each other for a little bit of survival resources, and with the only remaining high-ranking officers, they began to retreat to Ashbulai City.

At this time, Bai Congxin, Li Ruotai and others who had already bypassed the army of God Warriors had joined Zhang Zhao.

Zhang Zhao didn't care about the abandoned God Warriors, but split into two groups as early as when Ali Dulav and others were running away.

Chasing tail after tail all the way, not allowing Ali Dulav and others a chance to breathe, all the way in the front using the terrain to block each other.

At this time, not to mention the magic arm bow, even a stone thrown down can make the deserter in panic lose his soul.

On the road from Balasagun to Ashbulai City, which is only more than a hundred miles away, there are corpses of Persian soldiers everywhere, battle flags, banners, armor, weapons, and various materials are thrown all over the hillside.

Bai Congxin and the others who were chasing from behind didn't have to go up to fight melee at all. They just had to hang far behind, and then kept killing the soldiers who fell behind and lost their strength easily, and at the same time prevented those who fled in front from resting.

Fear and exhaustion and wounds killed five times as many soldiers as those who died by the sword.

"Your Excellency Wazir, it must be that bastard Ismar didn't clean up the ambushes in the woods at all, he must have just run away!"

The bearded officer who threw away all his armor and wore only a single shirt cried out to Ali Dulav.

One thing that was supposed to slip away smoothly was prepared three days in advance, and it turned out like this because the enemies who attacked the grain road were not cleared away. The enemies in the woods must have connections with Bala Sagon , to ambush himself so accurately.

Ali Dulav looked at the west side viciously, and he swore that as long as he could return to Tashkent, he would kill the entire Ismal family, leaving no one behind!
"Masudi, my loyal general, can we still go back to Tashkent? If I can't go back to Tashkent, Grand Vazir Baal Ami of Bukhara will definitely send his cronies to take over Tashkent!"

Ali Duraf looked at Masudi with burning eyes. He knew that he couldn't run anymore. He had already vomited twice from running just now.

Masudi was stunned for a while in the icy drizzle. He knew what Governor Ali Duraf meant, that he wanted him to be the rear.

Because the military aristocrats of the Tashkent governorate headed by Ali Dulav have deep conflicts with the Grand Wazir Baal Ami in the capital Bukhara.

Baal Ami tried several times to summon Governor Ali Duraf to Bukhara, and then sent his confidants to take over Tashkent, but failed.

But if Governor Duraf dies in battle this time, Tashkent will be 100% taken over by the Grand Wazir Baal Ami faction.

Then he, a Tashkent military aristocrat who is the confidant of Governor Ali Duraf, who suffered such a big defeat and died in the battle himself, must be a specific candidate.

Masudi knew he had no choice, because once this happened, his family, his beautiful wife, concubine and sister, and his well-behaved son would all be lost, and they would definitely become someone else's spoils of war.

Only by letting Governor Ali Duraf return to Tashkent alive can he possibly keep his family.

"My dear Masudi, my brother, don't worry, I will definitely keep your family. I will raise your son and tell him that his father is a great hero!"

"Your Excellency Wazir, please get on your horse!" Masudi simply bowed to Ali Duraf, and then he shouted loudly to a group of dejected comrades.

"If anyone still wants to maintain the glory of a warrior and his family, come with me and give up the horses and food to others!"

Masudi is still very prestigious in the army. At this time, he has assembled a team of more than [-] people and is willing to stop it.

"May Allah bless you, my brother!" Ali Dulav's face was wet, and he didn't know whether it was tears or rain.

. . . . .

"Without me, you can't go back to Tashkent, and you can't survive, but if you are willing to cooperate with me, then..., prosperity and wealth are just around the corner!"

In the drizzle, I, Zhang Dajun, stood proudly in the bloody water with my hands behind my back. In front of him, stood a majestic bearded man. This was a thousand households of the Saman Persian Mustafa army.

The Mustafa army is the army of Saman Persia. Those who can get into the position of head of a thousand households in this kind of army are generally more powerful, and their families are also local big landlord families.

Such people always have much more concerns and fetters than naked big-headed soldiers.

"Why are you willing to help me return to Tashkent? We are your enemies!"

The bearded Qianhu asked in a low voice, he didn't believe that the pagan nobleman in front of him would be so kind.

"I know that we are enemies, but we also have a common enemy, that is the governor of Tashkent, Ali Duraf.

I don't think you would have come here to invade us if it wasn't for the greedy and cowardly Ali Dulav.

So strictly speaking, you are not my enemy. My enemy is Ali Dulav, and your enemy is also Ali Dulav. "

Zhang Zhao smiled, and gently wiped the rainwater off his face, making his voice even deeper and more seductive.

"And I can also tell you that Ali Dulav has been entangled by my soldiers, and he can't run very far.

So what you have to do is to pour your anger on this cowardly governor who betrayed you. "

Hearing Zhang Zhao mention the name Ali Dulav, the bearded officer's eyes turned red.

In this war, he had already lost a younger brother and three of his best friends, and they all died in the last five days of this meaningless siege.

It wasn't Ali Dulav's betrayal. They might die, but they wouldn't die so meaninglessly.

"Okay, honorable Dihkan, I am willing to accept your help, as long as you let me kill Ali Dulav, a cowardly and vicious fox!"

Yan Jin looked at Zhang Zhao puzzled, and he didn't speak until the bearded officer walked away.

"Young Lord, that Ali Dulav is just a wild dog fleeing in embarrassment. He is already at the end of his rope. We can easily defeat him by ourselves. Why do we need the help of these warriors?

Moreover, the glory of capturing the enemy's commander-in-chief should belong to us. Bai Congxin and Li Duwei have worked hard to make this great achievement. "

"Of course we don't need these God Warriors to capture Ali Dulav, I just want them to be stained with my own blood.

rest assured!The glory of capturing the enemy commander alive belongs to all the sons and daughters of Regret Mountain City. It is not bad for these warriors to spend it! "

Zhang Zhao patted Yan Jin's shoulder and explained in a low voice, but Yan Jin looked at Zhang Zhao even more puzzled.

"Duke, do you still want to go to Talas? I don't think it's necessary at all!
Because we don't have enough people to guard there, unless you are willing to become a king or khan in the territory from Balasagon to Talas! "

Zhang Zhao was not surprised that Yan Jin would say this, because Yan Jin's final dream was in sync with his.

Zhang Zhao wanted to go back to revitalize the Guiyi Army and get through Ganliang (on the surface), and Yan Jin thought so too.

Because his greatest wish is to go back to Taiyuan after getting through Ganliang, to send the god of his ancestor Yan Chao back to the ancestral hall of the Yan family in Taiyuan, and to tell all the clansmen what happened to Yan Chao, the last envoy of the Hexi Festival of the Tang Dynasty hero!
Yes, in Yan Jin's mind, although Guo Ziyi served as the Hexi Jiedu envoy for a short time after the Anshi Rebellion, that didn't count at all, because Guo Ziyi had never been in office at all.

At the same time, Zhang's Guiyi Army had never obtained the official position of Hexi Jiedushi, so his ancestor Yan Chao was the last Tang Hexi Jiedushi.

"Yan Duwei knows my heart!" Zhang Zhao sighed, and then he looked at Yan Chao on a whim.

"Why don't I give you a name!"

Taking a table character is a very important thing in ancient times, and it is usually taken by the respected elders for the younger ones.

Zhang Zhao came from an extraordinary background and was also Yan Jin's boss and benefactor. Although he was younger than Yan Jin, he was definitely qualified.

Yan Jin was puzzled for a while, but he was also very happy. When he came down from the mountain, there were only three or two kittens left in the Yan family. He didn't even have a name. The name Jin was also given by Zhang Zhao. Now he can get a watch , of course happy.

"Of all the brothers under my command, you are the only one who knows me best and my ambitions. I also know the ambitions in your heart, and I understand your wish to let everyone know the integrity of Lord Yan of Taiyuan.

If you inherit the heroic spirit of your ancestors, if you want to show the integrity of your ancestors, it is better to use the word Chengjie as a sign! "

"Thank you, Duke! I will be called Yan Chengjie from now on!" Yan Jin immediately knelt down to Zhang Zhao, and Zhang Zhao hurriedly helped Yan Jin up.

"Although we are monarchs and ministers, we love each other like brothers. From now on, we will live and die together, and we will share the same wealth and honor!"

This was the first time that Zhang Zhao used the word "junchen" unabashedly. Of course, Yan Jin just thought that Zhang Zhao was talking about the gentleman who was the Jiedushi of the Guiyi Army. He was very emotional and trembling in the rain.

"The Duke of the county waits for someone! The mountains are high and the sea is deep, and we must follow the Duke of the county to complete the great cause!"

"Okay! Then I will tell you now, I will let these Persian routs plunder and even massacre the Karakhans from the west of Ashbulai City to Baishuihu City.

Regardless of whether he is a Uighur, Ge Luolu, or anyone else, he must teach them a lesson that will never be forgotten!
Better get them to give up the faith they just converted to! A fierce look flashed in Zhang Zhao's eyes.

"In this way, when the Persians come again, they will not dare to lead the way anymore. Under this bloody enmity, Balasagun will be as stable as a rock!"

(End of this chapter)