"Your Majesty, the First Army has reported the capture of Stone City. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Chen Lie reported to Yang Feng.

At this time, His Majesty the Emperor was taking a richly decorated yacht, down the river less than 30 zhang wide, in front of a vast forest, both sides of the bank are planted with all kinds of flowers and trees, although it is already autumn, but there are still countless flowers, in the clear blue sky and warm sun.

"Got it!"

Yang Feng said with his hands behind his back.

Shicheng is Tashkent, where is the hometown of the Tang Dynasty Zhaowu Jiu surnamed Zhongshiguo, at this time the place names of the Western Regions are basically in accordance with the Tang Dynasty, such as the Syr Darya called medicine to kill water, Kokand changed to Xunzhou Mansion, Andijan changed to Ningyuan Mansion, this area was originally the jurisdiction of the Tang Dynasty Anxi Protectorate, geographically belonged to the Longyou Road, until the Battle of Talas Tang Dynasty finally lost control of this area, the farthest Persian Governorate is in the Sistan Oasis on the border of Iran and Afghanistan, so in this sense, Yang Feng was only recovering the hometown of the Tang Dynasty, including in China, and it was also promoted like this.

"What about the other ministries?"

Then he asked.

"The 1st Cavalry Corps is sweeping into the territory of Xiaoyuz, striving to reach the banks of the Ural River and capture Orenburg before the freeze, the 3rd Army is expected to reach the Aral Sea before the freeze, the 3rd Cavalry Corps is out of Xunzhou, bypassing Dongcao to attack to the west, at this time it has also been in contact with the enemy reinforcements in Shicheng, the 16th Army is besieging Dongcao, it is estimated that it will not take long to break through, the five armies on the front line are currently progressing smoothly, and the 4th Infantry, 2nd and 5th Infantry Corps are arriving, However, the northern front will soon be blocked by winter ice and snow, and it is estimated that it will not be able to complete all combat missions this year. ”

Chen Lie said.

This East Cao is Kuzhan, the west end of the Fergana Basin exit, here to the west is the East Cao in the Zhaowu Nine surnames, the Middle Cao and the West Cao, of which the Zhong Cao is Jizzakh on the map of the Ming Dynasty, the West Cao has no specific city, roughly the west part of the Middle Cao, in modern times there is flooded because of the Syr Darya dam, as for the exact location of these places in the original history, there is no need to worry too much about this, anyway, Yang Feng is to borrow a name to use it.

And the 1st Cavalry Army of the Northern Front has been attacking east of the Ural Mountains all these years, and last year it had already captured Chelyabinsk, and the target of the new offensive was Orenburg, if Orenburg was captured again, then Russia would only be left with Yekaterinburg east of the Ural Mountains, which is now called St. Catherine. Because of the special geographical location, the surrounding winter ice and snow and summer swamps, the Ming army's material transportation is difficult, so it has been tolerated for its existence, this year it is still impossible to capture, in winter the southern front is good to say, nothing can be done in Hanhai, even the strongest army can only hide in the castle to endure the cold of winter, after all, the average temperature in winter there is running to minus 20 degrees.

"Don't worry, we have time."

Yang Feng said.

He is indeed not in a hurry, although the Longcheng Railway has solved the traffic problem, but in fact it is not enough, because at this time the railway has just arrived at Broken Leaves, and from Broken Leaves to Shicheng, it has to rely on nearly thousands of miles of road transportation, and if you really want to attack the Amu Darya Valley, then the railway must at least go to Shicheng. So the next most important thing for him is to build roads, but the battle is not the most important, fortunately at this time he has enough railway workers, and after entering this area, there is basically no barrier from mountains and rivers, all of which are grasslands of Pingchuan, which is very conducive to railway construction, and his goal is to build the railway to Shicheng within two years.

At this time, tens of thousands of railroad workers and slaves were busy day and night on the railway site from Broken Leaf to Talas.

"Your Majesty, there has been a coup d'état in Persia."

At this time, Lu You suddenly came in to report.

"Hussein's son, Tahmasp, with the support of Afshar, poisoned Hussein and has now officially succeeded to the throne."

Then he added.

"Okay, it seems that they finally decided to kill themselves, and sent an edict to Yan Hu, asking him to prepare for battle immediately, especially to protect our railway first, and order the Twelfth Army to be transferred to Lianghe immediately, once the Persians dare to move against our railway, then simply start a war!"

Yang Feng said.

At this time, the Persian railway of the Ming Dynasty was almost repaired to Tehran, especially the most difficult mountainous section had been repaired.

Hussein was compromised before, not only giving Yang Feng the privilege of road construction he wanted, but also suppressing the domestic elders, and even directly dispatching cavalry to suppress it, in exchange for all these years of peace, so that Persia, which has reached the mouth of the Ming Dynasty, can be spared from being trampled by the iron hooves of the Ming army, which is also commendable. But he also offended the hardliners in the country, those elders couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to do it for a long time, but they were also afraid of causing the Ming army to interfere, this time they finally waited for the opportunity, since they killed Hussein, then they must attack this railway next, that is to say, Persia has to fight.

In that case, let's fight!

Anyway, this is what Yang Feng wants, if Hussein continues to sell cuteness to please him, he is really embarrassed to do it!

Just as Lu You turned to leave, the small yacht suddenly sailed into an extremely dense forest, and then turned a corner, and suddenly a turquoise blue appeared in front of him, a huge lake appeared in front of him, and the clear water like pure glass was wrinkled in the breeze, reflecting the flowers and trees on the shore and looking like a fairyland. This is Yang Feng's Imperial Garden, that is, his reservoir, dozens of miles downstream, a towering dam intercepts the lake, and under the dam, four sets of large hydro turbine units are driven by the water of the Yili River or the current name of the Yili River, running day and night to convert the potential energy of the water flow into kinetic energy to drive the generator, providing a steady stream of electricity for the Dragon City, and then lighting up the city's thousands of lights.

Soon Yang Feng was connected to the four sets of units by the main pipe of the hydropower station.

"This is the power of the gods!"

Looking at these magical machines, as well as the supporting high-voltage transmission lines, and then thinking about the bright lights of the fairyland-like night in Dragon City, nearly a hundred miles away, especially the livestock that were easily electrocuted by the high-voltage power grid outside the city wall, Chen Lie couldn't help but sigh.

"This is the future!"

Yang Feng said solemnly: "One day you will find that the development of science makes you no longer look up to the gods, and one day you will know that you can do what the gods can do, and then you will build this world into a fairyland." ”

"A fairyland on earth?"

Chen Lie was fascinated for a while.

"There is a gem-encrusted garden, there is an endless amount of food to enjoy, there are seventy-two **** waiting for you, soothing you with their tenderness, and always being a **** always serving by your side!"

In a temple in distant Persia, an elder shouted excitedly.

He looked a little unsteady and had a sickly red on his face, and in front of him several other elders were handing out a small pill, some of the believers were eager to scramble, and those who were given it couldn't wait to swallow it, and then quickly swallowed it with an intoxicated expression as if they were greatly satisfied, this kind of thing that was said to be given by the gods could make them feel the gods more truly, of course, they didn't know that this was actually bought from the hands of the Ming tobacco merchants.

"The gods are calling you, Lord Zhen is calling you, his majesty is being desecrated by xie, xie evil devils are plunging the earth into darkness, yiduan from the east is destroying our holy homeland, what are you waiting for, take up your weapons and start your sheng war, the glory of the zhen lord shines on you and you will be invincible!"

The elder continued to shakily roar.

"Sheng Zhan!"

"Sheng Zhan!"

……

Then all those believers were staggering and waving their knives and guns and yelling, like a group of zombies who had seen a living thing.

"Go, rip off their railroad, go, burn their evil temple, and make the land of Lord Zhen holy again!"

The elder shouted with a Da Ming smoothbore gun held high, and then took a big stride forward, but he was not so awake at this time, and then he lay on the ground after taking a big step, fortunately, this kind of thing can comprehend the spirit, and no one paid attention to these when those believers came up, and then he got up on his own and continued to walk forward in the same state as before.

After seeing their large crowd, the believers from the surrounding villages also poured out with various weapons, the size of this team became larger and larger, and even a nearby Persian garrison joined in, and they also pushed four cast steel rifled cannons of the same Da Ming production, and their participation also made the confidence of those warriors skyrocket, one by one roaring wildly, waving all kinds of messy weapons across the barren land, like a white tide to their target......

A railway station.

In fact, it is more like a concession, because the Persian railway company enjoys the ownership of the land along the railway for thirty miles, so next to some major cities, there are Ming settlements with the station as the core, of course, the number of Chinese people is not much, the vast majority of them are subjects from all over the country, the Chinese people are limited to some senior staff of the railway company, and there is also a team of road guards, but not the Ming army but the mercenaries of the railway company.

"Ma, Lao Wu, hurry up, if you don't come, just wait to collect our corpses!"

At this time, Hu Biao, the stationmaster of the station, was yelling at the phone in a cold sweat.

Outside the window behind him, you can already see the white tide composed of those warriors, although it is already night at this time, but it can still be seen in the moonlight, and the residents of the station are taking out their weapons and quickly preparing for battle behind the pile of sandbags, there are a total of 2,000 residents on this station, not only the common people of the Ming Dynasty, but also a large number of Persians who have converted to the Holy Religion, once they are caught by the warriors, they will be burned to death as apostates, not to mention men, even women and children have taken up arms.

"You resist it first, my side of the railway has been picked up, and it is being repaired!"

The man on the phone shouted.

Hu Biao threw the phone speechlessly and then took out a firing pin rifle from the wall and inserted a revolver, and then rushed out without hesitation.

"Hurry up!"

He yelled at the shrine behind him in a cold sweat.

On the roof of the shrine, the strongest fortress of the entire station, that is, the core of the entire residential area, Wang Zhong, a retired Ming artilleryman, lay behind a front-loading rifled gun, aimed very seriously, and then pulled the cannon rope without hesitation, and the cannonball suddenly whistled out, and then exploded a flame at the position of the Persian cannon, and saw a cannon flying into the sky in the firelight, he took a sip of the wine bottle and poured it violently, limped to another cannon, and also carefully aimed and pulled the cannon rope, The cannonball flew out and blew up another Persian cannon.

Several gunners next to him were dumbfounded.

"Look at what? Lao Tzu followed the emperor to fight Nakang Mazi on the Shanhaiguan Pass more than 20 years ago, if he hadn't broken his leg while riding a horse, maybe he would have become a general by this time! ”

He said with a hiccup.

"Last time you said you were hit by a carriage."

One of the gunners whispered.

Of course, it doesn't matter how he broke his leg, the important thing is that his artillery is indeed about to catch up with the accuracy of the rifle, two nine-pound rifled guns fired in turn, and in less than five minutes, the four cannons of the Persians were all blown into parts, and at this time, the white tide of those warriors had reached the barbed wire fence outside the train station, and the dense gunfire sounded like firecrackers during the New Year, and some people with cold weapons couldn't wait to start cleaning the barbed wire.

"Fire!"

Hu Biao, who was lying behind the sandbag, yelled.

Then he pulled the trigger of the rifle in his hand, and at the same time the thousands of residents behind the sandbags also pulled the trigger, and the warriors who were crowded in front of the barbed wire fell down in an instant, and at the same time, the residents who were guarding their homes handed their rifles behind them, and their wives and children immediately took them to reload, and the man in charge of shooting quickly picked up another rifle that had been loaded and opened fire again.

The warriors on the other side of them, who had already gone crazy, continued to rush forward, and then were hit by the dense bullets and the corpses were piled up, but the warriors behind them were not intimidated, they were advancing fearlessly under the effect of medicine, and the residents opposite them were also pulling the trigger all the time, and the two sides fell into a bloody stalemate.

"Put!"

At this moment, with the roar of a master craftsman on the roof of the shrine, several simple catapults immediately threw out the iron buckets filled with kerosene, and just flew above the heads of those warriors before they could fall, the explosives tied to it were exploded by the short fuse, and the kerosene ignited by the explosion poured down like a rain of fire, because it was too dense countless warriors instantly turned into a sea of fire.

"Go on, Ma's, who said literati can't kill!"

The master yelled as he pushed his eyes.