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Huanxian County has been under fierce siege from three sides by the Red Army of the Celestial Empire for several days, but Bai Yanhu has not yet felt that he is at the end of the road.

At the beginning, Bai Yanhu was really like his subordinates in the city, and he was made a lot of noise by the fierce blows of the Taiping Red Army. Outside the city, the two company camps of Ma Zhenghe and Ma Siyuan, who thought they could be used to fight each other with the county seat, were broken by countless Taiping Red Army troops who suddenly appeared in the flat ground in just one night, without any warning in advance, and more than 20,000 brave deaths and injuries were not to mention, even Ma Zhenghe and Ma Siyuan did not return to the county seat again, but went directly to Huangquan.

Subsequently, the Taiping Red Army surrounded and stormed Huanxian on three sides, and they used powerful artillery fire to carry out a surprise attack on Huanxian County, which caused the Hui troops in the city to panic and talk about the tiger's color. They had never seen and heard of such a shell that would bloom on its own when it landed, let alone the tactics of such a cunning opponent. The rows of dense artillery fire were like raindrops, and at first they made the city unbearable, until the artillery fire stopped, and when they heard the sharp horns and earth-shaking shouts used by the Taiping Red Army outside the city, those Weijiao soldiers who were blindfolded by the artillery fire and were looking for hiding everywhere finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The Hui Yong were afraid of artillery fire, but they were not afraid of relying on the city wall as a support to meet the Red Army in a short manner, not to mention that since Bai Yanhu was stationed in Huanxian, he regarded this place as his hometown, strengthened the city wall, deployed defense, and prepared a large number of bricks, tiles, stones and other materials used as defensive weapons. Now, when the daunting artillery fire had finally stopped, and it was finally time for them to be full of grievances, the Hui Yong were really red-eyed, and they raised a pot of boiling water that the besiegers had already prepared, and boiled oil that stirred dung, and rushed to the city.

What they didn't expect was that the group of people carrying ladders, standing up swords from the forest of guns, shouts and horns shook the mountain, and it seemed that the Taiping Red Army, which had a great tendency to go forward and follow up and never withdraw troops if they did not take Huanxian, actually saw that they were approaching the city wall, and stopped abruptly. At the moment when the Hui Yong, who were already boiling with blood and sweaty palms, were looked at each other by the situation in front of them and didn't know why, the overwhelming volley of cannons, with a chilling roar, smashed on their heads like hail in an instant.

At this moment, all the officers and soldiers of the Guardian Sect at the head of the city no longer had time to dodge and hide, and in an instant, accompanied by the extremely hairing screams and wails, the stumps and severed arms mixed with filth and blood and flesh flew all over the sky. At the head of the city, the stones, ash bottles, boiling water, and boiling oil that were originally intended to be left for the besiegers all became consolation items for the defenders to enjoy alone. In the midst of the unsightly tragedy in the city, Bai Yanhu lost his other right-hand man, Yu Deyan.

Poor Yu Deyan did not die directly under the artillery fire of the Red Army of the Celestial Empire, but because of a cauldron full of boiling oil and swept away by the huge wave of cannonballs, the head of the bag was completely buckled on his body, and the boiling oil mixed with feces scalded his skin and flesh, and in the blink of an eye, he walked into the hell of Abi.

Unless it has been followed by the Taiping Red Army, it is natural to say how heavy the losses of the Weijiao Army are. The situation that happened in front of him made Bai Yanhu, a newborn calf who had always seemed to know what it meant to be afraid, also a little hairy. You know, in the past few months, he has gathered the so-called 200,000 men and horses in Xila, of which only the old and young women and children who are marching with the army account for more than half, and the real soldiers who can fight, even if they are combined with the young and strong people who are forced to pull in Huan County, there are only 70,000 or 80,000 people in the full battle, where can they withstand this kind of consumption method?

However, after eating a trench and growing wise, Bai Yanhu, who was thinking about whether he should give up Huanxian again and move closer to Guyuan, gradually saw the clues of the Red Army outside the city. He found that apart from playing with the use of artillery to trap him, the Taiping Red Army's siege posture was only sufficient, but it did not have much real energy. This heavy discovery made the "smart" Bai Yanhu sweep away the panic in front of him, since this is the case, it is okay, you beat yours, I finish fighting, as long as the Han people do not attack the city, Lao Tzu simply cultivates his mind.

Sure enough, a few days have passed, and Huanxian County is still impregnable, while the Taiping Red Army outside the city, which is endlessly using fake tricks, is withering day by day.

These days, Bai Yanhu has gone around urging his subordinates to use the gap to repair the damaged city walls, and continues to prepare defensive supplies, and the next thing he has to do is to urgently send a letter to Ma Hualong in Ningxia to ask for support. Although it seemed that the besieging Taiping Red Army was close to exhaustion, since the Han people had chosen open confrontation, they would not give up in such a good way. If you want to have a peaceful living environment, you can only gather a large army to fight them to the death, and completely drive the Han people out of Qinchuan, which is 800 miles away.

But how did Bai Yanhu know that when his Weijiao soldiers didn't eat well, slept well, and even countless officers and soldiers shed their last drop of blood in order to defend the so-called Muslim Kingdom of Ningxia, Ningxia City was a faction of singing and dancing, and their "Weijiao King" Ma Hualong didn't have time to take care of his affairs here.

If it weren't for the beautiful corolla of this "King of Guardianship", Ma Hualong would still be just the big imam and leader of the Hui army in the past, then, in addition to dealing with the various war situations that should be dealt with in front of him, at least he wouldn't have many other ideas for the time being. However, now it is different, he is already the justifiable "king" and the upright "Weijiao King" of the Ningxia Muslim Kingdom, the foundation has been created, and compared to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom that dared to be the king in a small city of Yong'an, and only one Tianjing City dared to rob the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom of the Qing Dynasty, his current advantage is much stronger. Eight hundred miles of Qinchuan, the vast northwest land, is full of his people pulling flags and fighting.

Since he is a king, he cannot just act in the same confusion as before, and the king must be like a king. As a result, from the moment he received the edict of the Qing Dynasty with snot and tears, the White House, the largest capital construction project in Ningxia, began to be planned and built in full swing.

According to Ma Hualong's meaning, Tibet is no longer a land of vassal kings, but there is still a Potala Palace where it is placed and put on a big tail. Even a big fart in Xining Mansion has a stinky Lamaist Ta'er Monastery in its mother's door, is it only him, a new, thriving Muslim kingdom, who deserves to be shabby? Ma Hualong really wants to play a big one in Ningxia Fucheng, at least it can't be inferior to the Potala Palace, although he can't build the palace so big for the time being, but he has to use the flawless pure white marble to build the palace of his Muslim kingdom, because he is not only the "King of Guardians", but also to be the leader of the entire Muslim and be a big leader, even if it is the ** to see him three points shorter.

Unfortunately, there is no real money in the treasury of Ningxia Prefecture. The treasury had moved the city long before Mu Tushan's slasher handed it over to him, and Mao'er didn't leave him half of it. What to do? Whatever, if you have money, you have to do it, and if you don't have money, you have to do it. As a result, under the order of the "King of Weijiao", the capital city of Ningxia, together with the surrounding prefectures and counties, suddenly launched a vigorous "upsurge of donations to create the great glory of Muslims". This tide of "donations" directly involves every family and every household......

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