Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 541 The Fall of Turkestan (Part )
"Great Khan, the guards are attacking the city again," Kang Sajian reported to Touke Khan. Although with the retreat of the Turgut troops, the Kazakh army got rid of the dilemma of fighting on two fronts, the city of Saleshk was far away from the city of Turkestan, and it took time for reinforcements to arrive.

In the past few days, the guards under the city had gone crazy and attacked the city every day as if they were desperate. Because they lacked heavy artillery, they mainly relied on building ladders and siege walls. This tactic was brutal and tragic. A large number of people died on both sides. The attacking side suffered greater casualties, but the guards seemed to see no casualties. When a team of a thousand men couldn't attack, they replaced them with another one, one after another. Dial, the tide never stops.

"Let's go and have a look with me." Tou Ke Khan succeeded his father Yangir Khan as the Great Khan of Mongolia, and he also followed his father's example and called himself "I". However, although the thirteen-year-old boy is brave, his ability and prestige cannot be compared with Yang Gilhan.

The young man climbed up to the city and looked into the distance. The city below was full of enemies. Flags were fluttering, boundless. There were at least a hundred ladder trucks mounted on the city wall. The enemies were climbing up the ladder. There were eagle shooters from the guard below the city to snipe and kill the defenders. Provide cover.

Several guards climbed up the ladder, and when a basin of fire oil was poured on them, they and the ladder turned into fire dragons; a seriously injured defender rolled down the city wall while holding the enemy in his arms.

Tou Ke saw an enemy as strong as a bull leaping onto the city wall and killing several people in a row. The enemies behind him followed closely and were about to gain a foothold on the city wall. "Hmph", he sneered and took off the long bow, "Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~" Three consecutive arrows were shot out, knocking down the strong man and the other two enemies one by one.

"The Great Khan's great shot~" the defenders cheered crazily. When they first heard the news of Yang Gil Khan's death in battle, the defenders almost collapsed and their morale was low. It was this young man who led everyone to fight the enemy bravely. Although he was only thirteen years old, he was braver than a strong man and took the lead, especially that He has good archery skills and can kill countless enemies. People saw the shadow of Yang Gilhan in him and found his backbone again.

Another wave of attacks was repulsed. "Haorui~Haorui~Haorui~" Deafening cheers sounded again from the city wall.

"Chief Wanhu, we have lost more than 700 warriors today, and we have suffered 3,000 casualties in the past few days. If this continues, even if we can capture the city of Turkestan, our army will be exhausted." Report to Narisong.

"This is the order of the Great Khan. Anyone who dares to shake the morale of the army will be killed." That day Risonna glared, and the man shortened his neck in fear.

Although he really wanted to be knighted for his meritorious service, Uluk, who was used to being cannon fodder, knew very well that the first rafters died first, so he did not dispatch his own Tashkent-Bukhara Army in the first battle, but asked Balandu to lead the 6,000-kala army. The Ganda soldiers took the lead, 4,000 surrendered tribesmen surrendered to fight in the second line, and 20,000 of their own troops formed the third line. His enemy was the 7,000 soldiers of Kazakh Central Army Commander and Governor Denis.

"Order the artillery battalion to bombard me hard." Looking at Guanshan in the distance, the Great Khan of Lotus ordered fiercely. In order to support the surrendering army in capturing the pass at the entrance of the valley, he concentrated 80 heavy artillery and 150 small artillery in the army, and intensively fired at the pass in the Olbulak Valley and the forts on both sides of the valley.

The artillery deployed by the Kazakh army on the mountains and passes was not to be outdone and fought back frantically. Although the number of their artillery is far less than that of the Guards, with only more than fifty artillery pieces of various types, they have the advantage of being at a commanding height. At the beginning, the artillery battle between the two sides was difficult to determine the winner, but the Guards had more artillery after all. After a morning of artillery battle, the enemy's artillery fire was effectively suppressed.

"The artillery battalion has done a good job, but it depends on the infantry later." Sultan smiled grimly and ordered again, "Send the order to Uluk to capture the Orbulak Valley at all costs. After the soldiers are finished, we will fill it up; we will fight hard." If it's all gone, he himself will fill it in for me. Anyone who shrinks from the battle will be killed!"

The cruel military order made all the surrendered generals understand that they had no way out. Uluk raised his hand and issued the attack order. Balanduhan had no choice but to lead 6,000 of his men, pushing the carts and ladder trucks to start tackling the key problems. Yes, he was helpless. He had no choice but to go. Uluk personally organized a 5,000-strong war supervising team, daring to retreat in fear of the battle. , will be shot down and chopped down.

"Boom", "Boom", the forts on Guan Guan and on the hills on both sides fired sparse shells feebly. After a whole morning of fierce shooting, the barrels of many cannons were red. Some cannons had run out of shells and had no time to replenish them. Only a few of them could continue to fire, causing minimal damage to the Guards.

The guards shouted and moved forward, raining arrows and bullets like locusts on the city. Since a large number of carriages and shields were prepared, the casualties caused were not large.

Gradually, the soldiers approached the city wall and set up ladders to climb up. At this time, there was no protection from the carts. A large number of them were shot down and killed by stones and rolling logs. The defenders used a large amount of gold juice and fierce fire oil, and many people were burned to death and scalded.

More and more surrendered troops rushed to the wall, and more intense hand-to-hand combat began. The white-haired veteran Dennis slashed an enemy general to death with a single blow. If he took a closer look, he looked familiar. He seemed to be the captain of Balandu Khan's bodyguard. I was startled and looked carefully. Sure enough, the enemy's helmets and hats were decorated with owl feathers commonly used by the Karaganda clan of the Naiman tribe.

"Damn it, Balandu, did you betray Kazakhstan?" The old general roared, and the sound shook the valley.

Not sure if he heard his roar, Balandu Khan's body below the city trembled suddenly. The casualties suffered by the men were too great. In just half an hour, a thousand people were killed or injured. He wanted to retreat, but was hampered by military law. Gritting his teeth, he continued to attack for another half an hour. It was not until he lost nearly 2,000 people that he heard the bugle call to retreat.

"Hateful! This guy Uluk must be jealous of me for being knighted and avenging his personal revenge." Seeing that his subordinates suffered too many casualties, Balandu was heartbroken, cursed angrily, and led the troops to retreat. He made up his mind that he would never take part in a siege again without resting for ten days.

Uluk had no intention of waiting ten days at all. He bet on today, and he would break through today at any cost. Therefore, as soon as Balandu withdrew, he mobilized a second formation of 4,000 troops to continue attacking the enemy. Another round of bloody storms, and after attacking for more than half an hour, the second formation fell down a thousand people again and was ordered to retreat.

It was already afternoon, and the defenders were exhausted after fighting fiercely for most of the day, while the Tashkent-Bukhara Army had been recuperating.

"The barrier is broken only today," Uluk pulled out his machete and shouted at his subordinates, "Warriors of the Tashkent-Bukhara Army, follow me and move forward!"

The sea turned into huge waves, and this group of surrendering troops killed their own compatriots even more ruthlessly than the Oirat people. The 20,000 surrendered troops were divided into three groups. The two small groups attacked the forts on the mountains on both sides respectively, and the largest group went straight to the wall in the Olbulak Valley. Those in front fell, and those behind continued to rush forward, defying death.

(End of this chapter)