Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 271 put to the torch

How to attack Samarkand?

Although Timur's empire has fallen into weakness due to the failure of harvests, as the saying goes, a lion must fight a rabbit with all his strength. Zhu Zhanhe had already made preparations for Samarkand.

He himself took Zhu Sanfeng, Prince Guard and Ah San back to Balihei, while Jian Xiao took Kunzhaxi to Yulong Jiechi.

At this point, Zhu Zhanhe took the Amu Darya River as a line and occupied Balihei in the upper reaches, while Jian Xiao occupied Yulong Jiechi in the lower reaches near the mouth of the Aral Sea, and headed towards Samarkand at a dizzying pace.

At the end of March, the cold had receded. Although it was not yet time for farming, it was also the time to send troops.

This is what Zhu Zhanhe was waiting for.

Similarly, Shaharul is also waiting for this time.

With the last of his wealth, he prepared for a decisive battle with Zhu Zhanhe, but the comparison of the number of people...

It's really a huge disparity.

……

Bukhara.

Zhu Zhanhe, wearing a battle armor and a saber at his waist, stepped out of the protection of the shield soldiers, stood in front of the formation, and looked through the telescope at the Timurid Empire's phalanx in the distance.

"Sanfeng, how many people do you think they can have?" Zhu Zhanhe put down the telescope and looked at Zhu Sanfeng with a smile.

"Seventy thousand people is the most." Zhu Sanfeng gave an answer without hesitation.

Although she is a female prostitute, Zhu Sanfeng, who has long been known as Zhu Zhanhe's female devil, is no less experienced than men in this kind of thing.

"Then tell me, why did they fight?"

……

This time, Zhu Sanfeng did not answer.

She didn't know why Shaharul insisted on fighting Zhu Zhanhe. He clearly had no advantage in numbers, weapons or morale.

Do you want to say that he has no way out?have.

Although there is the Moinkum Desert in the north of Samarkand, as long as you make a short detour, you can go around it from the east or the west.

Going around from the west, entering Zhongyuzi, and then heading north into the Golden Horde, Zhu Zhanhe couldn't catch up even if he wanted to.

Going around from the east, you can reach Lake Balkhash and enter the Kazakh hills, which is a good place to make a comeback.

But Shaharul chose to put all his efforts into a desperate fight with Zhu Zhanhe.

Zhu Zhanhe waved and called the messenger to come to him.

"Send an order to Jian Xiao and tell him to start bargain hunting."

"Yes!"

"Sanfeng." Zhu Zhanhe's eyes narrowed as he watched the messenger leave.

"Beat the drums, pass the army!"

"Yes!"

Zhu Sanfeng pulled the reins hard, and the horse immediately stood upright, its long neighing sound extremely eye-catching.

Boom, boom, boom...

Uh...

The drums and horns sounded, and the most disorganized brother Asan rushed out first, and he was still shouting.

Zhu Zhanhe treated these Ah Sans very generously. Every time after the war, he would arrange many rewards for these Ah Sans, the amount of which was even more generous than that of his crown prince's bodyguards.

This also led to the fact that these Ah Sans were really desperate for their lives when fighting.

As for the guards of Zhu Zhanhe's crown prince, they stayed close to each other every time during the war, with Zhu Zhanhe as the center at all times. Zhu Zhanhe would only let them attack when victory was already established.

It is said to be an attack, but it is actually let them snatch it, because there are unwritten rules in wars in this era, that is, after winning a battle, the soldiers will more or less stuff something into their pockets.

This is also the reason why the crown prince's guards are obviously the people Zhu Zhanhe trusts most, and they have not received as many military exploits as last time, but they have no complaints.

There was no danger at all, and there were trophies to be taken, so they naturally had no complaints. They were even very grateful to Zhu Zhanhe and cherished their status as the guardian of the prince.

"Your Highness, it seems... something is not right..."

As Brother Asan charged, Zhu Sanfeng's expression became increasingly ugly.

The opponent has no tendency to charge, and looks as if he is preparing to defend.

But this method of holding on can only be used to defend a city. If you hold on to a large plain like this, and still attack more with less, the final outcome will only be to be surrounded by the enemy.

"Don't worry about it for now, let them rush." ​​Zhu Zhanhe's expression also darkened, he put the telescope in front of his eyes again, and carefully observed the front.

He also realized that something was wrong, but the ones charging now were all Asan, and Zhu Zhanhe didn't feel bad, because even if these people were ambushed, he still had Kunzhaxi's Wu Zangdusi army to protect them.

However, Shaharul is also a man who has experienced many battles. When Khalil rebelled, he personally led his people to suppress the rebellion and fight everywhere.

only……

"Your Highness! They retreated! Do you want to pursue them?"

When Zhu Sanfeng saw Shaharufang leading his troops to retreat, he looked at Zhu Zhanhe nervously.

Normally, when two armies are fighting, if you retreat instead of charging, it will generally be considered a fraud, and retreat is the best option.

"Ming Jin." Zhu Zhanhe gave the order with a gloomy face.

however……

Just when the Ah Sans received the order and retreated dejectedly, Shaharu stopped.

Not only did it stop, but it even pushed forward a certain distance provocatively.

"His Royal Highness!"

Zhu Sanfeng's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly shouted to Zhu Zhanhe.

"You can't go to the northeast! It's a desert! And because it's close to Alai, when spring and summer blend, quicksand will form on the edge of the desert!"

The low-pitched trumpet sound that seemed to shock people's internal organs sounded. Zhu Zhanhe looked at the Shaharul army in the distance that seemed to be waiting for him, with a gloomy look on his face.

Zhu Sanfeng's unique experience worked in the end, but this experience was painful for Zhu Sanfeng and even Qian Yong.

When they were here, they lost three people and six boxes of seeds.

Zhu Sanfeng has never been to Bukhara because she went to Samarkand before, which is why she didn't remember it at first.

"Give the order, don't charge, just follow them and wait for news from Jian Xiao."

Zhu Zhanhe laughed. He wanted to see what medicines were being sold in Shaharul's box.

……

It is not far from Bukhara to Samarkand. Even if the army marches, it will only take about half a day. The existence of Bukhara is only a barrier and a buffer zone for the capital Samarkand.

Just like the Great Wall is to Shuntian Prefecture, the Yangtze River is to Yingtian Prefecture.

After seeing the city wall of Samarkand, Shaharul no longer guided Zhu Zhanhe forward as if he was hanging. Instead, he entered the city and closed the city gate tightly.

"Report!"

The shouts of the messengers were so powerful that everyone turned their attention to them.

"I would like to report to His Highness the Crown Prince that Shaharul's son Ulugh Beg left Samarkand yesterday and evacuated northward with more than [-] people!"

"Oh? Interesting..." Zhu Zhanhe suddenly realized, and now he knew what Shaharu was selling.

Feelings have run away.

Ulugh Beg ran away, and Zhu Zhanhe estimated that the "Shaharu" he saw through the telescope today was not the real Shahalu.

"Your Highness, what should we do?" Zhu Sanfeng's mood was a little low as the thief escaped.

"Call Jian Xiao and tell the refugees to rush to the city and tell them that as long as they break through Samarkand, all the food in the city will be theirs!"

Although the leader of the thief escaped, the smile on Zhu Zhanhe's face grew brighter and brighter.

"Yes!" The messenger was not Zhu Sanfeng, and he would never ask why.

"Sanfeng." Zhu Zhanhe gave the order before Zhu Sanfeng could say anything.

"Give me the order. Once the refugees rush into Samarkand, we will immediately order an attack. Use..."

Having said this, Zhu Zhanhe's eyes narrowed and the expression on his face was distorted.

"White phosphorus egg!"

"Yes!"

I wish Sanfeng’s heart will be awe-inspiring.

(End of this chapter)