Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 520 On the eve of fighting Kazakhstan again (Part )
Asking the American chieftain Karl Mirza to send troops to relieve the siege of Sareshk was just Yangir Khan's helpless move. He wanted to gather his strength for a decisive battle with the Guards, but he really couldn't care about the city of Salesh. However, this city is an important military town of Xiaoyuzi. Once it is lost, the Torgut army will move straight into western Kazakhstan. Moreover, Xiaoyuzi Alei Khan has asked for help many times. If it is ignored, it may lose the hearts of the Khanate.

Therefore, he asked the Nogai people to send troops to show off, and did not expect Mirza to really defeat the Turgut people. The battlefield that really decided the fate of the Khanate was near the city of Turkestan in Dayuz. The main battlefield was chosen in Dayuzi. In addition to the political factor that the capital of Kazakhstan was in Dayuzi, there were also military reasons. There are many mountains in Big Yuz, many hills in Middle Yuz, and many plains in Xiao Yuz. Choosing to fight in the mountains will give the defender a geographical advantage.

After seeing off the Nogai envoy, Yangir Khan called Bekhawul, who was in charge of military information, and asked: "Is there any movement among the Oirat people?"

"Great Khan, it has been half a month since the Lianhua Khan of the Wei Kingdom returned to Tashkent and has been standing still. The sentinel cavalry discovered that the Guards had transported a large number of artillery pieces from the Bukhara Khanate. In the past few days, artillery pieces have been shipped one after another, including many. It's a heavy artillery piece," Hawuler replied respectfully.

Yang Gil Khan's heart was tight. The Bukhara Khanate was a world-famous arms production and trading place. Bukhara, Samarkand, and Andijan were all famous firearms production and sales cities. The Guards' capture of the Bukhara Khanate was tantamount to obtaining an arsenal. This battle was not easy to fight. It seemed that they had to send people to buy more firearms from the Oros people.

Although there was a huge wave in his heart, his face was as calm as water. He thought for a while and said: "Send an order to Zilga's defenders to strengthen their vigilance. If they find that the guards are heading north, they will immediately light the beacon fire."

Zhirga is a small town located between Shymkent and Tashkent. Yangir Khan, who had experienced hundreds of battles, built a military fort and a beacon tower there, leaving 500 troops to garrison as an outpost to fight against the guards. These five hundred defenders were actually abandoned, their purpose was just to call the police. Once the war started, it would be difficult to escape from the more than 100,000 guardsmen.

"Yes", Hawu Le received the order loudly.

What Yangir Khan did not expect was that just when he ordered the Zhirga defenders to strengthen their vigilance, uninvited guests broke into the vicinity of Zhirga from Tashkent.

Five thousand cavalry galloped on the Kazakh grasslands. The man in the middle, whose skin was tanned by the scorching sun, was wearing a golden helmet and a red cloak. He was none other than Suletan, the great lotus demon who killed people in the eyes of the Kazakh people. This demon king has a habit of observing the enemy's situation in person before every battle, so he came to Zilga under the protection of his guards.

"I heard that there is a folk proverb in Kazakhstan, 'I wish I had to go to the snow-capped mountains to collect snow lotus flowers, I wish I could imagine the Kazakhs coming to the Kazakh grasslands.' These green mountains, green fields, green waters, and green forests are all green and green everywhere. It's really beautiful. My internal organs are all stained green! No wonder the Kazakhs are not afraid of death in war, they are afraid that we will take away their treasured land!" Sultan sighed repeatedly.

"Your Majesty, the son of a rich man cannot sit down in the hall. Your current location is too close to Ziljia. It is better to return as soon as possible," the counselor Hu Liangqi persuaded.

Suletan shook his head disapprovingly, pointed his horsewhip at the fortress wall, and said with a smile: "You are good at everything, but you are too timid. I have found out clearly that Zilga can only have five hundred defenders. If you dare to go out, Fortress, my five thousand guards will tear them apart."

Sure enough, Zilga's defenders had no intention of leaving the fort, but just lit the beacon fire on the beacon tower, making the smoke billowing and very conspicuous. Soon the trumpet sound spread all the way to the city of Shymkent.

The Great Khan of Lotus frowned. This beacon tower was very annoying and he had to find a way to get rid of it.

Just as he was thinking about it, Tegus, the chief of ten thousand households in the Chinese army, came towards Ketu and said, "Great Khan, the envoy of the Khiva Khanate is here."

"Envoys from the Khiva Khanate?" Sultan was stunned. "Didn't they just come when I attacked the Bukhara people last time? Why are they here again?"

"The greater your Majesty's ambition, the more uneasy Khiva Abkhazi Khan will be. I think you should treat him with the same courtesy as you did last time," Hu Lianqi advised.

"I became angry when I mentioned this matter. The last time I attacked Bukhara, Abu Khaqi Khan sent envoys to test us. In order to prevent them from causing harm when we attacked Bukhara, I not only did not let them claim vassal status and pay tribute, Instead, they treated him with courtesy and formed an alliance of brothers. Huh! An alliance of brothers! What qualifications does the small country of Khiva have to call David a brother? Now that Bukhara is dead, it is time for them to call themselves vassals and pay tribute." Suletan sneered.

"Absolutely not! Your Majesty, even though Bukhara is dead, Kazakhstan is still there. Kazakhstan's national power is far superior to Bukhara, so we need to gather a large army to fight against it. If we offend the Khivas at this time, they will take advantage of the fact that my army is in Kazakhstan. Attacking our rear is really troublesome. You must put the overall situation first, adopt a restrained and gentle approach for the time being, and wait until the Kazakhs are pacified before allowing them to become vassals." Hu Lianqi urged. "Haha, Hu Qing, don't be anxious. I can still distinguish the priorities. I was just joking with you just now." Sultan smiled sinisterly. "Let's go back to Tashkent with me and meet the Shiva envoy."

What a great Lotus Khan, who could change his face faster than turning the pages of a book, and received the Shiva envoy in his tent with a smile. The envoy entered the account, took a closer look, and realized that it was Rouzi who had returned last time.

"Oh, old friend, why is it you again?" He showed a happy expression, very sincere, even Pearl was not so sincere!
Seeing him like this, Rouzi was also secretly moved, "Great Khan, after I returned to Khiva, I reported your goodwill to Abkhazi Khan. He was very happy and ordered me to come to see you again and formally sign a brotherly alliance. Never fight”.

"Yes, no fight, no fight forever!" The face of the Great Khan of Lotus became even more joyful, and he took Rouzi's arm, "Old friend, hurry up and join me in the tent. The fine wines, delicacies, and beauties singing and dancing have been prepared for you. Ready, hahaha!”

You are not joking, saying that there will be fine wine, delicious food, beautiful people singing and dancing, that is true. While the wine and meat were fragrant, a group of Kazakh dancers danced gracefully, and the singer sang loudly:
Kazakhs survive on livestock;
Livestock are raised on grasslands.

The pastures are divided into spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Herdsmen have to chase water and grass to survive as nomads.

Summer is coming,

Driving the cattle and sheep into the mountains.

Autumn is here,

Driving the cattle and sheep into the mountains.

Welcome summer on the mountain road,

Also send summer away on the mountain road.

I don’t know how many years this nomadic life has passed.

This arduous journey has been going on for countless generations.

There is one more yurt at a time,
Migration brings a group of sheep at a time.

The history of the Kazakhs is written in transition,
The multiplication of the Kazakhs was achieved through migration.

The desolate and majestic singing echoed through the tent, infecting the hearts of everyone present.

(End of this chapter)