Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 523 The Battle of Xinshimkent (Part )
"Don't panic, wait until the enemy approaches before shooting." In the trench at the foot of the mountain, Alban leader Erken warned the flag bearer beside him. The flag bearer heard the order and clutched the flag tightly, motionless as a mountain.

The Guardsmen were getting closer and closer, and the ferocious faces of the soldiers in front became clearer and clearer. "Warriors, the Great Khan has ordered that the first climber to advance to the third level will be rewarded with a thousand silver coins." Qianhu Payil, a general under Uluk's tent and the deputy capital of the Tashkent-Bukhara Army, shouted loudly, for his subordinates. Boost your energy. After hearing this, the guards marched faster.

"shoot!"

Erken gave the order and his men started shooting arrows. Like the Oirat Mongols, the Kazakhs have been nomadic hunters since they were young, and all of them are good hunters.

"Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~" Arrows rained down, mixed with the sound of "bang bang". They were the only dozen or so muskets in the tribe.

People on both sides were shot down, but because most of them were wearing armor and holding shields, the fatality rate was not high. After all, the Guardsmen were outnumbered and braved the rain of arrows to rush to the trench.

"Kill!" Erken drew out his Mongolian scimitar, howled and leapt out of the trench, fighting hand to hand with the enemy for his life.

"Kill!" Not to be outdone, Paile commanded his men to attack.

In hand-to-hand combat, the side with more people often has the advantage. Finally, Elken could no longer resist and retreated to the second trench above.

"Okay, Pail fought well! Send the order, don't stop, drive the enemy's defeated troops to attack the mountain," the commander of the Tashkent-Bukhara Army, Duqianhu Uluk, ordered loudly. Ever since he learned that there was hope for a knighthood, Du Qianhu had become very motivated to fight.

Mondale, the leader of the Shaprasiti tribe who was guarding the second trench, also failed to resist for long and was forced by the Guards to retreat toward the third trench.

Guarding the third trench was the Kazakh warrior Batulu Kessel of the Korayil tribe, who was good at using a pair of short axes. Kolay'er's tribe is located in a mountainous area. His men grew up in the mountainous area. They climbed over the mountains and ridges as if they were walking on flat ground. The weapons they used were mostly short axes, short spears, bucklers, crossbows and the like, which were extremely suitable for mountain warfare.

As the Guards approached the trench, they did not encounter muskets and bows, but densely packed crossbows. The range of this kind of small crossbow is not as good as that of bows and arrows, but it is better in quantity. One crossbow can hold several or even dozens of crossbows. When fired at close range, its power is not inferior to that of bows and arrows. Due to its small size, it is not easily blocked by branches, which is extremely beneficial for mountain operations. Although most of the guardsmen were equipped with shields and armor, ordinary leather armor could not completely withstand crossbows, and there were still exposed parts such as the forehead, throat, hands and feet, so they suffered a big loss and were shot down. countless.

Payler bit his lip, rushed up regardless of casualties, and finally came to the trench.

"Warriors, for Kazakhstan, Haorui~" Kessel pulled out the double ax from his back. He jumped up from the steps of the trench, dancing like a madman, and immediately knocked down several guardsmen.

"Haorui~Haorui~Haorui~" The warriors of Kolay'er tribe drew out their daggers, short swords, short spears, and short axes, and charged at the enemy fiercely. When fighting in mountainous areas, shorter weapons are less likely to get caught on branches and are closer to actual combat.

Finally, Pail's men collapsed and were chased away like rabbits by the Kazakhs.

"Good! Kessel is indeed my Kazakh Batulu! I will give him a credit." On the top of the mountain, Yang Gilhan put down the telescope in his hand and praised him repeatedly. This telescope was originally a gift from Emperor Oros. He saw that this thing was very useful for observing the enemy's situation, so he ordered people to buy a batch in the land of Xiyi and distributed it to high-ranking generals.

Seeing Pail's defeat, Uluk was devastated, as if he saw the title he was about to receive slipping through his fingers. Holding a scimitar in his right hand and a buckler clasped across his left arm, he shouted at the drummer beside him, "Knock the drum, don't stop, keep banging." After saying that, he took the lead and rushed up without looking back.

"Dong~dong~dong~"

The drum beat was dull and rapid. Under the leadership of the general, the guards rushed forward upon hearing the drum and launched a more ferocious charge than before. Seeing the flag of the Tashkent-Bukhara Army getting closer and closer to him, Kessel's eyes were splitting and he shouted at his subordinates: "Warriors, kill them hard! Kill all those who don't have ancestors."

The warriors of Kolay'er tribe pounced on their food like crazy tigers, and Batulu who followed them slammed into the rushing guards. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and Ugam Mountain became a Shura field.

"It's almost done. If we continue to fight, we will only scare the enemy." On the top of the mountain, Yang Gilhan observed the battlefield with bright eyes and calmly ordered, "Inform Kessel to retreat immediately."

"Woo~wu~wu~"

The retreating bugle sounded long, and Kessel flew up with an ax and split a guard into two pieces, and led his men away angrily.

"Haorui~Haorui~Haorui~"

Tashkent - The soldiers of the Bukhara Corps cheered excitedly. In just one day, they captured three enemy trenches and advanced the battle line from the foot of the mountain to halfway up the mountain. This result was truly brilliant.

It was almost dusk, and both sides were preparing for the battle tomorrow.

Uluk returned to the camp, his whole body filled with the joy of victory. As soon as he returned to the camp, he saw Erke, the senior minister of the Kingdom of David and Duke of Lu who was in charge of military supplies, coming with cart after cart of beef, mutton and buttermilk.

"My lord, why are you here?" He smiled flatteringly, and the word "Master" was full of servility.

The Erki people are old and sophisticated, and they know that now is the time to employ people. The Great Khan is pointing out these soldiers and generals to work hard, so they should not neglect them. He immediately said with a kind smile on his face: "General Uluk, you captured three trenches of the Kazakhs today. You are sweating profusely and your face is full of joy. You are praised as a tiger general. You ordered us to prepare more meat pulp to reward the soldiers."

"Oh, the great Khan has given me such kindness, how can I repay this servant?" Uluk burst into tears of gratitude, "Please let the Duke of Lu enter his account, so that the last general can serve him well."

"You will have a fierce battle tomorrow, so I won't interrupt you and take my leave." Erke returned with a smile. Before leaving the tent, he patted his shoulder affectionately with his hand. "General, you work hard and your future is limitless." .

"General, I would like to thank you, Lord, for your advice." When the elder of the Wei Kingdom patted him on the shoulder to encourage him, Uluke felt that his whole body was light and even his bones were soft.

Halfway up Ugam Mountain, there is a large slope. The trees on the slope have been cut down and there is no cover. A deep trench was dug on the slope, as high as two people. An earth wall was built behind the trench, and shooting holes were dug in the wall.

Baturu Justen of the Kazakh Firearms Battalion is inspecting the fortifications. He was originally a Swede and became a prisoner of war of Yangir Khan after joining the Oros army. Yangjir Khan appreciated his ability to command firearms and awarded him the title of "Baturu" and appointed him as the commander of the musket battalion. It was this Baturu who commanded the musketeers in the Battle of Olbulak Valley and shot the guardsmen off their backs, making great contributions to Kazakhstan.

"My Baturu, how are you preparing?" Yang Gilhan suddenly appeared.

"Great King of Turan, the Musketeers Battalion is ready. As long as you give the order, the Oirat people will never come back."

(End of this chapter)