Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 535 The King of Turan is exhausted

The vast prairie stretches as far as the eye can see. From ancient times to the present, how many people with lofty ideals have sung its praises, praised it, and been captivated by its majesty! The hymns on the grassland have been passed down from generation to generation, and the blood of heroes from generation to generation cannot be sung.

The war drums rang like thunder, and the murderous intent soaring into the sky was chilling. Thousands of men roared, ran wildly, and fought fiercely, like startled beasts, fighting for their lives.

The Khan's knife was full of blood. After fighting for a long time, there were many gaps in the knife. "Bang", after colliding with an enemy's spear, the blade suddenly broke into two pieces. Yang Gilhan threw the knife at the enemy in front of him, pulled out a lance from his horse with his left hand, quickly pierced the enemy's heart, and twisted it severely. The man immediately screamed and fell from his horse. The King of Turan sneered and changed his lance to his right hand, and was about to continue his killing spree. Aslan, the captain of the guard, galloped to the horse and said, "Great Khan, Governor Hadir has sent a message, asking you to withdraw north immediately, and he will open the way for you."

"Evacuate north? Where to go? To the Karaganda city of Balandu's house?" Yang Gilhan sneered disdainfully. When he thought of Balandu Khan in Zhongyuzi, he felt as sick as if he had eaten a dead fly. That coward actually turned his back on himself and Kazakhstan at a critical moment and fled back to his own territory. Let yourself go to that coward, there is no way! The proud blood in the bones of the Golden Family does not allow him to do this!

"No, the country of Kazakhstan is Turkestan, and I will die on the way back to Turkestan," Turan's Tiger roared, "order Hadir to follow my horse's tail, break out of the encirclement to the west, and return to Turkestan." Erkestein".

Fighting left and right with a lance, it's like entering a deserted place. The good boy Yangjier used himself as an arrow to open the way for the whole army, followed closely by the generals Aslan and Hadir.

Mendel, the leader of the Xiapraxiti tribe, also wanted to follow their Khan, but Mandu Latu, the general of the guard army, entangled him.

"Ho~ho~ho~", Mandu Ratu roared, holding the mace in his hand.

"Bang~bang~bang~" Mondale blocked three moves in a row, and the sword was knocked down.

"Go", Mandu Latu habitually exhaled this word, and the mace hit Mondale's head as if it had eyes. The force was so strong that the helmet sank into his skull.

Using himself as an arrow, Yangir Khan finally broke out of the tight siege of the Guards. After rushing to Sozak, half of his men were lost.

Before the tiger could take a breath, the pursuers had arrived.

"The Great Khan retreats quickly, and I will take the throne behind you," Hadir requested.

Looking at this loyal governor, Yang Gilhan was moved to tears. The strong wind knows the strong grass, and the rough and turbulent know the pure minister. When faced with danger, Hadir's integrity is much stronger than that of Balandu!

"General, be careful, be sure to come back alive," he solemnly warned and left with a hard heart.

Hadir led more than 5,000 Eastern Legion soldiers to form a formation in the north of Sozak City, and the guards were getting closer and closer. He looked carefully and saw that the other party was under the banner of the Tashkent-Bukhara Army.

These people used to be the southern legion of the Kazakh Khanate. Even the military flag was similar to that of the Kazakh army, except that the pattern of fishing rods and fishes was painted on the flying eagle. Looking at the eagle flag flying in the enemy's formation, Hadir was filled with anger. Are you worthy of flying the Kazakh eagle flag?
"Shoot arrows to kill these beasts!" he shouted.

Arrows of punishment were fired at the traitors, and countless soldiers of the Tashkent-Bukhara regiment fell in a pool of blood.

"My Batulu, it's up to you," Guardsman Qianhu Uluk said to Deputy Qianhu Yusten.

After surrendering to Sultan, Justen and his more than a thousand firearms soldiers were organized into the Tashkent-Bukhara Army. Helping the Oirat people to fight against the former Paoze, Yusten and his men felt painful in their hearts, but thinking of the ruthlessness and cruelty of the Lotus Khan, known as the Buddhist master, they had no choice but to give in. Justen could never forget the scene where Kazakh Baturu Kessel's head was immediately cut off and served bloody on a plate just because he refused to surrender. He is still "young" and has not lived enough, so he has no choice but to surrender.

I am a Swede, not a Kazakh. Surrendering is not a betrayal, it is just a change of employer. He tried to comfort himself and shake off his uneasy conscience by imagining himself as a mercenary. But the three words "Baturu" that Uluk said made Justen's heart tremble. The title "Baturu" was given to him by Yangir Khan. I still remember clearly the joy I felt when I accepted the title.

"Fire!" The Swede ordered his subordinates to fire the twenty small cannons in the legion. Shells exploded among the Kazakh warriors, disrupting their formation.

"Shoot!" Eusten continued to howl, directing his musketeers to fire.

"Shoot!" Uluk also commanded the archers of the legion to shoot.

An overwhelming barrage of arrows and bullets were fired at the Kazakhs, the number of which was far denser than that of the Kazakh army.

Hadir and his more than 5,000 warriors did not flinch at all, silently shooting at the enemy and holding on to their military formation.

Seeing that the number of Kazakhs was getting smaller and smaller, Uluk proudly commanded his men to charge. TASHKENT - Soldiers of the Bukhara Legion rushed forward and killed all the Kazakh soldiers who were left alive. They were surprised to find that most of the enemy's corpses were injured from the front or side, and it was difficult to find those injured from the back.

Governor Hadir's head was cut off by his subordinates as a military achievement and presented to Uluk. This Du Qianhu clearly saw the head grinning with bared teeth, as if he was laughing at his betrayal.

"I made you laugh!" The angry Du Qianhu kicked the head away.

Panicked like a bereft dog, Yangir Khan fled to Sau with the remaining defeated generals, leaving only more than 3,000 people left.

"Khan, have something to eat." Aslan brought naan bread and water. Now he could only find these, which made the great King of Turan feel wronged and the loyal captain of the guard felt extremely ashamed.

Yang Gilhan didn't care. He took the naan and munched it, as if it was the most delicacy in the world. "Don't be stunned. Eat quickly. Eat and drink enough. Get up early tomorrow and rush back to Turkestan."

"But Great Khan, now that we only have so few troops left, how can we break through the enemy's obstruction?" Aslan asked unconfidently.

"It doesn't matter, Tou Ke and Dennis will support us," Yang Gilhan was still confident.

Changshengtian abandoned him this time, and at dawn, the Kazakh sergeant was horrified to find that he was surrounded. Outside the camp, there were densely packed guards.

"Great Khan, please let your slaves clear the way for you." Aslan clenched the battle ax in his hand sadly and angrily.

"Aslan, this is my last battle. You follow my horsetail. If I am too weak or too injured to move, kill me. Don't let me be a prisoner of the Oirats." Turan Zhi Tiger ordered calmly.

"Yes, Khan", Aslan loudly accepted the order with tears in his eyes.

"Sultan, you are such a coward, how dare you fight an upright battle with me?" The autumn wind took away his voice.

"Ayawn!" Not far away from the guard's tent, Great Khan Lotus sneezed violently.

(End of this chapter)