The city of Yarkand on the banks of the Yarkand River was the capital of the Yarkand Khanate.

Unlike the steppes, the Yarkand Khanate was a half-farming and half-pastoral civilization, with many cities in the country.

Although they were all khanates founded by Mongol descendants, the level of civilization in Yarkand was actually higher than that of Zhunger, who herded sheep on the steppe.

On June 15, it was a sunny day and the climate was hot, and the Yarkand soldiers at the head of the city were sweating like rain, carrying arrows, wood, stones, gunpowder and other materials to the city.

On the city wall, Yarkand's earthen cannons were lined up, and the gunners were adjusting their gun positions.

Now Zhunger is plundering all the way, and there is the Baishan faction as the internal response, and soon sweep the southern foot of the Tianshan Mountains, and the army will enter the capital of Yarkand, Shache.

With the burning and looting of Zhunger, as well as the factional vendetta initiated by the Baishan faction, the Yarkand royal clan and the Montenegrin faction have no way out, and must hold Shache and defeat the invaders and traitors.

At this time, the city was in full swing to set up defenses, but the soldiers at the head of the city suddenly appeared strange, and they straightened up one after another and looked to the north.

A few miles away, what is that large expanse? It's like a huge carpet, slowly moving forward.

In the wilderness, the trumpets sounded, and the soldiers at the head of the city were astonished when they saw thousands of horses galloping forward, and the crowds of people rushing forward all over the field.

"It's coming!" One after another exclamations rang out.

At this time, Abdullah Khan, separated the crowd, climbed the city wall rubbingly, held the battlements and looked out, and his face immediately stretched long.

Seeing that the Warat cavalry in the wilderness was overwhelming, the horns were stretching, and the eyes were full of cavalry, the Yarkand general next to him glanced at it and exclaimed, "There are so many Warats!" ”

"Could it be that you're pouring in?" Someone chimed in.

Abdullah's face was gloomy, and his hands were propped up on the battlements of the city wall and looked north, and his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Jungar has really made a bloody investment, he has been a Great Khan for more than 20 years, and it is the first time he has seen such a big formation.

"Isma'er, you take a team of men and horses to break through to Great Wei for help." Abdullah Khan suddenly said urgently

A young man, with tears in his eyes, saluted: "Father Khan, please hold on until your son returns with reinforcements." ”

Abdullah Khan waved his hand and shouted to the generals behind him, "Prepare for war!" ”

Under the city, a large number of Warat cavalry rushed to the bottom of the city, and the dark cavalry spread all over the land, like a black cloud pressing down on the city.

The air in Shache suddenly became tense, and the Warat cavalry quickly gathered in the distance.

Baturhun Great Khan, stationed under the banner of the Great Emperor, wearing a felt hat and a scimitar, and the generals gathered behind him, and he was determined to win against Yarkand.

"Father Khan, someone has fled!" The monk saw a cloud of yellow dust rising from the south of Shache City, and immediately exclaimed.

Baturhun waved his hand, "Grib, you lead people to chase and kill, don't let anyone go." ”

A centurion suddenly clamped the belly of the horse, and nearly a hundred valet cavalry galloped out.

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The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains.

Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate.

Outside Jiayu Pass, near Yumen, the yellow sand is thousands of miles, and the bare landform eroded by the wind and sand presents a scenery different from the Central Plains, full of mystery and desolation.

On the Gobi Desert, a male eagle flew through the sky with a loud voice, and the sound penetrated the clouds.

On the ground, a group of cavalry wearing armor with the characteristics of the Western Regions ran wildly on the desolate northwest land, and where the cavalry passed, a rolling yellow dust was raised, forming a trail behind the cavalry.

After this group of cavalry, several times the Varat cavalry, chasing after them, their eagle eyes overlooking the earth, only felt like two fierce beasts, chasing on the earth.

At this time, the Warat cavalry, the horses were in quick pursuit, the cavalry galloped with bows and arrows, and the "whooshing" arrows shot at the Yarkand cavalry running in front.

Ismael's horse galloped, and the cavalry behind him was constantly shot off his horse by the Warats, and his face was full of anxiety.

"Prince, go!" Seeing that the Warat people were chasing closer and closer, a general suddenly shouted loudly, pulled the reins of the horse, led a team of cavalry cavalry, turned the horse's head, and aimed the war horse at the more than 100 Warat cavalry who were galloping.

The Yarkand riders tightened the reins of their horses, drew their scimitars, and looked at the Warat cavalry with a resolute face in the howling wind.

"For the prince, for Allahu!" More than a dozen Yarkand people roared angrily, "Kill! ”

These Yarkand cavalry, knowing that they could not compare to the Warat cavalry, still had a mortal heart and a tragic feeling, and began to urge the war horses to fight to the death.

The Varat cavalry chasing on the opposite side, seeing that a group of cavalry stopped, but their faces were even more fierce, they tightened their horses' bellies, stretched their bows and released arrows, and the Yarkand cavalry on the opposite side who charged with a decisive heart were immediately shot off their horses one after another.

Immediately afterwards, the two cavalry forces collided together, the war swords slashed, the Warat cavalry roared past, and the Yarkand people were cut off their horses one after another.

After the cavalry failed, Allah failed to shelter his followers, leaving a ground of corpses and ownerless horses, and the Wara cavalry continued to chase forward.

After a while, the Warat cavalry caught up again, and Ismaye couldn't help but cry out in his heart, feeling a burst of despair, could it be that the Yarkand Khanate, which had been established for more than 100 years, was going to be so extinct?

At this time, there were only two horsemen left by his side, and when the two of them saw the Warats getting closer and closer, they couldn't help but be shocked, and they actually shouted at the same time, "Prince, go away!" ”

When they had finished speaking, they pulled the reins, turned their horses' heads, and shouted: "Allahu Akbar!" "Drive your horse and pounce on the Varat cavalry.

The horses were staggered, and the two Yarkand warriors were hacked to death again by the Warat cavalry, and their bodies fell, and they were trampled into flesh by the Warat cavalry.

As Ismael galloped his horse, he turned his head and looked back, and could not help but have tears in his eyes, and when he saw that the Varat cavalry was only a hundred paces away, his heart was immediately like ashes.

Although they were all khanates established by Mongol descendants, the Mongols of Moxi were far superior to the Yarkand people in terms of riding and archery.

On the road, arrows flew like shuttles to Ismailel, and from time to time arrows passed by him and fell behind his horse, so that he could only crouch on the horse's back, and his heart felt even more hopeless, and he could not help thinking, "Shall I die here today, and Yarkand will cease to exist?" ”

Behind Ismaael, a Mongolian centurion had already drawn his bow and arrows and aimed at Ismaael's heart, but at this moment, a tripwire suddenly stretched in the red soil, and the Varat cavalry galloping in front of him was caught off guard, and suddenly lost his front hooves, and even men and horses rolled to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The Warat cavalry hurriedly reined in their horses, looking left and right in surprise, only to hear the sound of their own horses suddenly stopping their horses.

When the Warat cavalry was in doubt, on the cover of the weathering of the two stools, they suddenly heard a "bang bang bang" sound, and projectiles flew from all directions. In the blink of an eye, Warat was killed by more than ten horsemen.

"Kill!" With an angry roar, Li Benshen stood up, and saw hundreds of Ming soldiers and soldiers, rushing out with mixed foot, fighting with the unprepared Warat cavalry.

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