It seems that after a few centuries, two familiar figures appeared in the sight of the defenders of the royal city again, and then the familiar voice made their originally quiet hearts become turbulent again, and the hand holding the weapon couldn't help but clench, and the originally gray inner world seemed to usher in a ray of light at this time, and the light of hope passed through the body to the heart, and suddenly became transparent.

Then the defenders saw that the corpses carried back by the Ming army were being buried according to their racial rituals, although it was a little rudimentary or some acting elements, but at least their compatriots were treated kindly, and the mourning in the distance and the call of the two little princes made their hearts swell like waves, and some of the originally unstable factors in the city began to become unstable.

The attack of the Ming army had stopped, and the sound of the call gradually stirred in the ears of all the original Yarkand defenders, stirring for a long time, like a small cyclone spinning into the ears of each soldier, and then through the nerves and blood vessels into their minds, into their hearts and souls, their hearts were no longer at peace, and the flames of revenge began to burn like dry wood meeting fire.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! Naturally, the commanders of Jungar also felt the emotional changes of these defenders, and naturally became a little worried and scared in their hearts, and the words they shouted were already a little trembling, but they couldn't show it, they had to give themselves courage, with the "Bang! There was a crisp sound, and a blood stain was left on the face of a Yarkand soldier, looking so hideous and terrifying.

"Stand still! Don't get distracted! Don't be deceived by the Ming people outside! The cities they attacked before are now all chickens and dogs, and those two little beasts are also casually found by the people of the Ming Kingdom to deceive you! The commanders shouted again.

In the distance, Harahura also quietly pulled Rabatur's sleeve at this time and said, "Are our own more than 10,000 troops all around us?" ”

"Yes! Father! Batur nodded.

"Retreat slowly! Go to the North Gate! Break out and go to Kazakhstan! The Ming army is dominated by infantry, and it is difficult to catch up with us! Harahura said.

"Father! Do you mean give up now? Batur was reluctant.

"While the city has not been completely surrounded by the Ming army, we still have a chance to break through and retreat quickly! We're all going to have to be buried here! Ha Lahu whispered.

"What! Do these people still want to rebel? They won't be afraid that I will wipe out their families! Batur clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"Preston's ploy seems to be perfect, but it is also a major hidden danger, if these surrenders are sincerely used by us, there is still hope, if not, it is simply digging our own grave! Those two little beasts of Yarkand are the key factors that determine the outcome of this victory! Come on! Get ready to retreat! Harahura persuaded.

Time passes as fast as quicksand in an hourglass, and it will not stop because of anyone's will, finally, the pent-up emotions and hatred are like a monstrous flood that breaks down the last defense in their hearts, and finally a soldier can't bear the torment in his heart and lets out a shocking roar, however, the next second is a merciless cold flash, the original roar stopped abruptly, a wave of blood crossed a beautiful arc in the air, the wind and sand blew through, leaving no trace, however, The knife seemed to be a spark that ignited a powder keg, "Boom! The sound ignited the roar in the hearts of all the Yarkand soldiers, and then one by one, the soldiers picked up the swords in their hands under the leadership of their former officers, and slashed down the commanders of the Dzungar Khanate behind them or beside them, the passionate emotions were spreading, the flames of hatred were burning, and the city that had been waiting for them suddenly fell into chaos and fighting, which may be more like a massacre to be precise.

All the situation in the city was naturally seen by the Ming army, and seeing that the expected scene finally appeared, the corners of Hong Chengchou's mouth curved indifferently, "Drumming!" A cold voice rang out.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" The war drums beat, and the Ming army, which was originally immobile like a mountain, suddenly moved, "Kill!" "Kill!"

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" The sound of neat shouts and killings rolled like a huge wave, destroying the weak city defense of Shache City, "Boom! "Boom!" "Boom!" The gate of Shache City was finally slowly opened with the efforts of the defenders, ready to welcome its new owner, looking at all this, Hong Chengchou waved the order flag in his hand, and the swarming Ming army rushed towards the city gate like a sharp sword, billowing dust and smoke, and Shache City will finally usher in its new life.

The slaughter spread in the city, all the Yarkand people were looking for the soldiers of the former Zungar Khanate, they wanted to use their blood to pay tribute to those deceased relatives and compatriots, all the battles were concentrated in the northern city, Harakhura and Batur were fighting here with the last elite of the Zungar, just as they were about to leave the city, the soldiers of the former Yarkand Khanate in the north of the city rose up to block, with the sharp weapons in their hands to stop these people they hated the most in their lives, shouting and killing filled the entire north of the city, Blood stained the ground under their feet, all the people were red-eyed, the horses neighed, the sound of killing shook the sky, and in the rolling cold clashes, blood flew, and the symphony of death surrounded the ears of every warrior who was in a bloody battle, and it did not disperse for a long time.

With the entire defection of the city, there are more and more soldiers around Harakhura and Batur, and the original battle circle is gradually shrinking, looking at this scene, Harahura can't help but feel anxious, the cold battle intent of the Ming army in the distance seems to have come to their faces, in such a consumption, they will really explain here today, so Harakhura slashed a soldier of the Yarkand Khanate and said with difficulty: "Son! You take people away! I'll send you out later! ”

"Father! So what do you do? "Batur is in a hurry.

"Me? Ha ha! Now you're the leader of Dzungar! All right! Don't talk nonsense! Walk! Hara yelled.

"You are the last hope of our Jungar! Walk! Hara yelled.

"Father!" There seemed to be a glimmer of crystal on Batur's indifferent face, but he also knew that it was already the moment of life and death at this time, waved his sleeves, and finally broke through the barrier under the protection of a group of die-hard soldiers and Harahura, and rushed towards the distant sky, while the soldiers of the Harakhura and the Dzungar Khanate, who had fallen into the encirclement, used the scimitars in their hands to defend their last dignity, and the sunset gradually set in the west, just like the Dzungar Khanate at this time, slowly entered the curtain call, standing in front of the former palace, The two little princes looked at the palace that was already slightly dilapidated and the place where their father had sent them off, and couldn't help but burst into tears, "Father Khan! We're back! They were muttering to themselves。。。。。。