The eastbound party temporarily stopped on the outskirts of Bukhara, because Min Wenhou's information was delivered to Lao Luo halfway through.

"So the city is mainly Kazakh, and they belong to the Uyghur group?" Lao Luo took the notebook handed over by Min Wenhou, which recorded all the news that could be searched nearby.

As for the Uyghur ethnic group, Lao Luo actually knows most of the news that has been recorded on paper.

The origin of the word "Uyghur" is difficult to determine, some say it is Turkic, some say it is derived from Greek, but the word means union, and the word is only new in Lao Luo's time, when a group of small tribes that were bullied united to overthrow the Iranian regime with the Turkic Turkmen and Qarluqs of the Samanid dynasty, and then cooperated with the Qarluqs to form a coalition government in Kashgar (1), which was called the Qarakhanid Kingdom. Many of these Uyghur tribes are Qiang and Uighur from the northern steppes, who were originally active in a wide area from the Seven Rivers Valley to the western part of Xinjiang.

The Kazakh division here is also within the scope of this tribal union, and if history does not change, in the near future they will break away from this pan-union and become the Kazakhs of later generations. The Uyghurs of later generations came from this tribal alliance, and it is more ridiculous that the Uyghurs of later generations have forgotten the history of their ancestors and the Turkic people's confrontation, and they are often fooled by the descendants of the Turks into participating in some jihadist movements.

"Yes, Lord. In fact, the main thing is that the city lord is a member of the Kazakh department, and it is not easy to distinguish the belonging of the people in the city in a few days. Min Wenhou rarely maintained a serious and respectful attitude, which was completely different from his usual approach.

"Just now, you mean that there are only 3,000 soldiers in Bukhara?" Lao Luo didn't care about his attitude at all.

"Yes, the Lord. Moreover, these soldiers were not trained at all in peacetime, and two thousand of them were actually the private soldiers of various nobles, and they were only called up when it was necessary to defend the city or fight. ”

"How many people are in this small town now?"

"Probably...... There are fewer than 50,000 people...... Including women, old people and children......"

"Why are there only so few people?"

"It is said that in order to attack Khotan, Qadir Khan transferred the combat strength of some tribes, and many people stayed in Kashgar."

"Hmm...... Do you have a lot of Han Chinese descendants in the area? ”

"Indeed, there are many, I have heard directly from the shepherd's baby......"

"So, tell me what you think should be done?"

"Me?" Min Wenhou was very surprised, in the past, Lao Luo Ke had never consulted others. He pondered carefully for a while before he continued: "I suggest sending troops to besiege the city, and ask the people in the city to release all Han and Han descendants, they will not dare to resist." ”

"Why don't they dare to resist?"

"Because we just defeated the Turkmen!"

"That's a good point, but you can't underestimate them, Qadir Khan should have just defeated the Khotanese people, their main forces are still in Kashgar, and Qadir Khan can mobilize more than 100,000 soldiers!"

"That'...... General, aren't we saving the Han people here? ”

"Of course not!" Lao Luo turned his head and gestured to his soldiers, "Go and call Cheng Shouru and Gonzas!" ”

Cheng Shouru and Gonzas came quickly, and they were delayed for a while to listen to Min Wenhou's report. Lao Luo said after everyone understood the situation: "I plan to hand over the matter of saving the Han people and the descendants of the Han people here to you, with a time limit of two days, are you confident?" ”

"Only two days?" Cheng Shouru felt that the time was a little short.

"That's right, the weather is about to get colder, and we won't have time to cross the green mountains this year, so we have to find a suitable camp before winter comes, and we can't let the elderly and children sleep in tents in winter." Lao Luo did not criticize Cheng Shouru's conservatism, in fact, letting a city defender participate in the attack plan itself was just to train his subordinates.

"Two days is enough! If the Bukharans want to stand in our way, cut off their heads! "Gonzhas doesn't want to think so much, he knows his own combat strength very well, not to mention that the other side only has 3,000 people, even if there are 30,000 people, there is nothing to worry about, war is not just about numbers.

Lao Luo has long been accustomed to Gonzas's violence, this guy is a typical warrior with no selfish thoughts, and his position is clear, even if the enemy on the opposite side is a woman and a child, his knife will not cut down without the slightest hesitation, just because they are enemies.

"It's best not to attack the city, note that our purpose is to save people, not to conquer this small city." That's right, Bukhara was only a small city surrounded by mounds at this time, and the area was estimated to be less than the towns in the east in later generations, and in the eyes of Lao Luo, this kind of place was not worth staying at all.

"Understood, Lord!" Gonzhas said with some frustration. Killing without pleasure was a nuisance for him, but he knew that he had to do it if he wanted to be a good general under his master.

"General, can you give us a little advice...... "Knowing that Lao Luo was going to hand over the matter to the three of them this time, even Min Wenhou, who was as clever as a monkey, was a little dazed.

"There is no suggestion, the three of you are responsible for completing this matter, and the requirements are that the time is short, no one can be killed, and all the Han people here are completely rescued." Lao Luo's requirements are a bit harsh, but it is necessary to train his subordinates, and he can't have anything in the future to come and play in person, right?

Bukhara, a small city with only 3,000 miscellaneous soldiers, Lao Luo really didn't look at it, not to mention that he had other things to do.

"I have already sent someone to investigate the city, Lao Cheng, how about you come forward to negotiate with the city lord of Bukhara?" There were only three guys left who looked at each other, and after being embarrassed for a long time, Min Wenhou spoke.

"Negotiations are fine, what if they deliberately delay? There is not much time to give the Lord...... "Although I long in my heart to one day be the main general of an attack, Cheng Shouru still inevitably has some concerns when it comes to the end.

"Don't worry about this, it's a big deal I'll rush in with someone! I don't believe that the miscellaneous soldiers here can still hurt our people! Looking at the illegregated soldiers standing on the walls of Bukhara from afar, Gonzhas really felt that there was nothing to care about.

“……”

The three of them didn't distinguish who was in charge and who was secondary, because with the habit that Lao Luo had developed during this time, they pieced together the entire action plan with one word, and made an emergency plan along with emergencies.

So, while it was still dark for some time, the three guys began to spread out.

……

The lord of Bukhara is actually a leader elected by the nobles of various tribes in the city, which looks a bit democratic, but in fact it is a general among the dwarves, and whoever has more warriors in his hands can call the shots, and that's it.

The current lord of the city, named Nasreddin, was the third son of a Kazakh tribe elder, and because it was difficult to compete with his brother for power, he jumped out and ran to the city of Bukhara to approach the Qarluqs in the name of business. It's just a pity that when he came, it happened that Qadir Khan led his troops to conquer Khotan, and by chance, he was abandoned in this oasis town for a few years.

Nasreddin naturally knew about the temporary stationing of a large group of Han Chinese in Mashhad, but the things that followed were a little unexpected to him, and it was hard to believe that a large team of people of all ages would actually fight the overbearing Turks in the south.

News came from the mouths of the passing caravans, and the group of Han Chinese holding the banner of "Eastern Return" began to come north.

Before Nasreddin could summon all the wandering warriors back, the Han Chinese who had returned east had already set up camp outside Bukhara. The momentum of tens of thousands of people seemed to be overwhelming, and the rumored black demonic eyes floating in the air stared at their small earth city.

Although there was no sign of a siege, Nasreddin ordered his men to close all the gates and to be on guard for all those who could pick up their scimitars.

All of a sudden, the whole Bukhara people turned upside down, the old men were frightened and the children cried, and everyone in Bukhara who had some seniority ran to Nasreddin's house and gathered together.

"Nasreddin, you are the lord of the city, what do you say we should do? The Han Chinese are menacing, and we can't afford to mess with them. A fat guy stared at Nasreddin and said.

Before Nasreddin could reply, a knife-shaved face with a black turban wrapped around his head next to him interjected, "What is there to worry about, who in the city of men will not kill with a knife?" Call all the people together and kill those Han people! ”

"That's right, there are still a lot of women in the Han team, kill them, and snatch all the women!" A skinny, sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked guy next to him chimed in.

"Phew, Sabir, isn't it enough to have so many women in your house? Do you want to be a robber? Be careful that your thighs rot out......" The person with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks may not be pleasant, and someone will tease him as soon as he finishes speaking.

"Azmat, don't offend Sabir, don't look at his thin flesh, but what about a poisonous snake......" was another teasing tone.

Nasreddin, who was sitting in the main seat, looked at the people in the room, and his head was big for a while, and these guys in front of him did not have a fuel-efficient lamp, and the Han people were pressing in front of him, and none of them could come up with effective ideas. There are still people who want to attack and rob women, it is really a pheasant brain, and even the Turks have been beaten to the point that their noses are blue and their faces are swollen, who can afford to provoke them......

While he was thinking about it, the servant at the door walked in with an arrow, "Master, the Han people outside the city shot an arrow book and came over......"

"Show me!" Nasreddin's face sank.

When he took the arrows and looked at them, Nasreddin found that the whole arrow was made of iron, the arrow cluster was unusually sharp, the shaft of the arrow was straight, and the tail feathers were neat, even if it was used once, there was no damage in the slightest, and it was obvious that the material of the weapon alone was far superior to his own. Tear open the scroll of paper tied to the arrow shaft, but see that it is written in Chinese characters: "Release all Han people and Han descendants in the city, and give each person three times the weight of food, and the time limit is tomorrow, and it will not wait!" ”

Nasreddin was so angry that his hands trembled, and then he looked at the signature, which was written about the Han people's eastward return to the camp to garrison the camp, he slapped the paper roll on the table, and shouted angrily: "This is simply blackmail! ”

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(1) Kashgar Geer's ancient name is Shule, Kashgar in later generations, has a long history, was once one of the four towns of Anxi in the Tang Dynasty, about 1,000 A.D., it is one of the three capitals of the Qarakhanid Kingdom, and it is the frontier stronghold of the Qarakhanid Kingdom to attack the Khotanese Kingdom.