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Menshikov whipped his horse as hard as he could, and ran forward through the narrow and chaotic alleys, the guards around him swinging their sabers from time to time to cut down the Bukharans who were blocking their advance.

Gunshots rang out chaotically behind him.

That's not the Ming army's.

In fact, at this time, the Ming army had not yet crossed the Sanzar Valley, but unfortunately their allies betrayed, Bukhara Khan Abdullah. Haz betrayed the tsar, betrayed the faith, betrayed his people, this shameless guy betrayed his country to the invaders, and in order to ask for credit from the new master, Abdullah. Hazy also let his cronies raid the Russian command, and then Marshal Menshikov had to embark on the escape.

"This bastard!"

The marshal muttered to himself with grief.

At this moment appeared in front of him the bloody face of Major Apraksin Jr., who was hacked to death by the Bukharans.

"What a good boy!"

Menshikov shook his head bitterly.

Of course, he was even more saddened by how he should face the anger of the Privy Councillor of the Supreme Privy Council, the number one general under Peter I, Marshal Apraksin Sr., who obviously would not understand his distress at this time.

"Bang!"

Gunfire rang out ahead.

Menshikov felt a heavy punch in the chest, and he looked down at his chest in amazement, where blood was slowly pouring out of the gorgeous military uniform, and he looked up with this surprise and looked at a Bukhara man who suddenly appeared on the opposite side. The latter was holding a smoking musket and looking at him with trepidation, when at the same time more Bukharans appeared, and then more shots rang out, and Menshikov had another bullet hole in his chest with burn marks, and he fell off his horse with a bitter smile.

Then a Bukhara man with a scimitar appeared in his field of vision, and the next moment he felt a chill in his neck.

And at this moment, at the exit of the Sanzar Valley, Abdullah. Haz was leading the nobles and officials of the Bukhara Khanate to their knees trembling, in front of them a large group of dragoons were parting to the sides, and behind these dragoons, a golden mobile palace was slowly coming, and on the highest throne, a golden god was looking down on all beings with a majestic gaze, although they were still half a mile away, they could already feel the heavy sense of oppression, and some even bowed their heads like five bodies.

Abdullah. Haz was also worshipping.

As a smart man, he was glad that he had made the most correct choice, in fact, he had already decided to surrender when Yang Feng destroyed the three seminaries.

Not only because of the threat of the military strength of the Ming army, but more importantly, he really saw the gods, unlike Mu Dabeard, who could only fool them with illusory scriptures and myths and legends, Yang Feng really showed him the power of the gods, whether he was a god or a demon, he only knew that this was beyond humans, and for him it was not worth dwelling on converting to gods and demons, as long as the latter was strong enough to protect his family, then what was the harm in serving the demon lord? So at this time, Abdurahaz was pious, and his worship of Yang Feng was completely from the heart, he was not worshipping a powerful monarch, but worshipping a true faith, those aristocratic ministers beside him, and even those ordinary people behind him, Yang Feng at this moment has completely replaced Mu Dabeard's position in their minds.

This is their god.

At this time, they are extremely remorseful for their previous stupid behavior, if they had understood this, how could they have killed so many people, hundreds of thousands of young adults, hundreds of thousands of young adults died in vain, and at this time, how many young people can there be in the entire Bukhara Khanate, it can be said that more than half of them have become cannon fodder, which is also the reason why they have great hatred for the Russians, it is obvious that these Russians made them make such a big mistake.

It's a pity that it's too late to regret it.

Now it's up to the God Emperor's ruling.

Abdullahaz was ready to apologize for his sins with death, but if the Emperor really wanted him to die, he would never hesitate, and he would be responsible for his offense to the Emperor.

"Passing the decree, Bukhara Khan repented, abandoned the darkness and turned to the light, I was very happy, and gave the king of Kangju as a reward, north of the Wuhu River, west of the Green Ridge, Anzhou and east of the country, and gave the surname Yang Ming Zhongyi, Wang'er is careful about the Heavenly Empire, do not live up to my hopes, and make your descendants enjoy blessings forever!"

Yang Feng said slowly.

Originally, the core of the Bukhara Khanate was basically these, Samarkand was the Kangju Governorate in the Tang Dynasty, Bukhara was the Rest State in the Tang Dynasty, and the Katakurgan in the middle was the Kushan Prefecture in the Tang Dynasty, and the Amu Darya River was called the Wuhu River on the map of the Ming Dynasty, so that the future Kangju King was the tail in the southeast corner of Uzbekistan, which is also the richest land in this area.

Just as Yang Feng was announcing the decree, there was an interpreter next to him for Abdurahaz, who immediately knew that His Majesty the Divine Emperor was very merciful.

Without hesitation, he led his men and bowed to the ground again with grateful.

Of course, his work is not yet complete, because these places have not all surrendered.

In fact, up to now, only Samarkand and Bukhara have surrendered to Yang Feng with him, and there are many other cities that have not made a decision, but this has to be solved by himself, and if it can't be solved, you don't have to be polite, the Ming army will fulfill its obligations as the upper kingdom of the Celestial Empire, and when the time comes, just bombard this kind of rebel with cannons. The rest is the problem of the indoctrination of these territories, or the cleaning up of Mu Dabeard, of course, this has to be his own responsibility, he can't solve it and then find the Ming army, anyway, according to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, as long as you don't believe in the Holy Religion, or as a special branch of the Holy Religion Buddhism, the others are not protected by the law, neither the countrymen nor the subjects and the African are a level to be caught as slaves.

At this point, another country in Central Asia fell.

There is also the Khiva Khanate, a country in the lower reaches of the Amu Darya River, with tens of thousands of square kilometers of green at the junction of modern Uzbekistan and Turkmenistan on the southern side of the Aral Sea, and then modern Tajikistan, which was originally part of Bukhara and Kokand, but Yang Feng's fief to Abdullahaz was only west of the Green Ridge, so this land is not counted. In addition, there are Turkmenistan and Afghanistan, the former still belongs to Persia at this time, and is the fief of Yang Feng's daughter Yongchang Wang, while Afghanistan is in the hands of two warlords with Kabul and Kandahar as the core, the former also owns Peshawar and other places in modern Pakistan in the north, and the latter also has the western part of modern Pakistan, as well as part of eastern Iran.

So the next thing the Ming army has to do is to face the Imperial Graveyard.

"Graveyard of Empires?"

Yang Feng sneered.

The Imperial Cemetery has to see what people play, the British are beyond their ability, the level of the breech gun in the mid-nineteenth century, send twenty or thirty thousand people to fight people at a time, and all the people are soldiers, so what else can the Imperial Cemetery do? As for the Soviet Union and the United States, if they don't mention it, it would be the same as killing a few civilians by mistake to kill a few civilians, how could such an army not be exhausted in such a hellish place? You have to be ruthless there, you have to show the style of the Japanese army in World War II, directly play the three-guang policy, or come up with the means of Tartar entry, kill all the people who can be killed, and don't send tens of thousands of people to fill the pit at a time like adding oil.

"Spread the decree to set up a separate Yueshi Economic and Strategic Envoy to attack the southeast, with Zhang He, the commander of the First Army, as the Yue's Economic and Strategic Envoy, and transfer the first, third, fourth, sixteenth, and eighteenth armies to his command."

He went on to say.

Yueshi is Afghanistan, he started from the northern border of modern Afghanistan, to the south to the sea, including the western part of Pakistan, which was unified as Yueshi Province, the provincial capital was set in Kabul, and there is also a railway in the plan to go straight to the city from the north, and then extend south to Peshawar, so that you can go directly to the Indus Valley from the northwest.

"In that case, we will have to send a few more troops over."

Chen Lie said with some astonishment.

He really didn't understand how the two small warlords of Kabul and Kandahar deserved so much attention from His Majesty the Emperor, five armies, this is the fifteenth army, at this time, it is difficult to say whether all the young and middle-aged people in the two small warlords' territories add up to 300,000, one Ming soldier to two young adults, this is too exaggerated, not to mention that because of the remote geographical location, the main warriors there are not very valued, and they don't even have rifled guns, and they have all smoothbore guns in their hands, Such a small warlord seemed to him to be redundant, and an army was superfluous.

Of course, he would never have imagined that it would take five years for these five armies to finally completely occupy this land, or to kill all the men on this land.

And after drawing out the Yueshi Jing Strategy, then there are only three armies left in the Western Regions, the first cavalry army is still in the north, and the south follows the emperor to the Persian royal conquest, there is only one third cavalry army left, and there is also the second infantry army, such a force is a little thin, you must know that there are still a lot of enemies in front of them, the Khiva Khanate alone has to exceed 60,000 troops and 20,000 Russian troops, and there are more than 10,000 knights, although the emperor is definitely invincible, but the emperor can't really go to the battlefield.

"Then transfer two more armies!"

Yang Feng said casually.

It was indeed a bit unseemly that he continued to move forward with two armies.

"Your Majesty, the palace has been arranged for you!"

At this time, the attendant came in and made a report.

Yang Feng's drive has arrived in Samarkand, and the newly baked Kangju King Yang Zhongyi has cleared out the inner city and specially used it as a palace for His Majesty the God Emperor, although it is simple, but it can only be done in a hurry.

"Let's go!"

Yang Feng said.

Immediately after that, a special carriage drove up.

His mobile palace is not able to walk in the city of Samarkand, as far as the size of that thing is concerned, unless he first dismantles half of the city, so he can only take a carriage into the city, and this carriage is gilded throughout, like a miniature palace, although this is very vulgar, but for the people of these remote and small countries, gold is the most noble symbol, and the special thing about this carriage is that it is not horse-drawn, pulling this car is four huge moa, and the feathers on the body are dyed, dyed a kind of fiery red, It even installed fake tail feathers, which looked like a phoenix.

A car pulled by a divine bird is undoubtedly very much in line with his identity, and the only regret is that he can't fly.

Of course, those ordinary people don't know.

"This demon!"

Just as he was slowly driving to the palace in the midst of the pious worship of hundreds of thousands of people in Samarkand, riding in a golden cart pulled by a sacred bird, Pope Benedict XIII was speaking sadly and indignantly on the majestic vaulted tower of St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican of distant Rome.

Just as he said this, his body trembled involuntarily.

"Holy See, be careful!"

A cardinal next to him hurriedly supported him and said respectfully.

"I can hold on!"

Benedict XIII took a deep breath and said slowly.

But the strange red on the old face bathed in the sunset showed that his situation was not optimistic at this time, of course, not because of his age, but because on the background of the fiery sunset, a black smoke was surging as if the gates of hell had been opened, and not only that, but at the bottom of the sunset, in the middle of the huge sunset, there was also an abnormal red, which was not the color of the sunset, it was the burning flame, it was the fire of the small town of Ostia at the mouth of the river Tvére.

And the culprit of this fire......

"Boom!"

Like the thunder before the summer storm, a series of dull loud noises were heard, followed by the trembling of the magnificent building beneath his feet.

Even God is trembling.

Also trembling were the square in front of St. Peter's Basilica, where all the faithful who looked silently from afar, and the entire Vatican, the whole city of Rome, the whole Papal States, all the faithful trembling in this loud noise that seemed to come from hell......

It was a Ming naval gun.

A huge fleet of thirty-two battleships and cruisers was firing at Rome with their terrifying cannons, and although their shells could not reach Rome, the effect did not make a difference, and the people of Rome could see and hear it anyway. At this moment, all the Romans knew that the flames of war were burning in their homeland, that the pagan cannons were tearing apart the peace of this land that had been quiet for countless centuries, that the armies from the East were firing at the spiritual core of the Western world, and that the monarch they called the demon was no longer far away, and his butcher's knife was already in front of him.

"This demon, how can he do this!"

Benedict XIII said tremblingly.

"Manifest spirits, O God!"

Suddenly, he raised his hands and shouted hoarsely to the sky, because the movement was a bit big, his body shook violently, and he was almost eighty he coughed violently, and then coughed out a mouthful of blood, and at the moment the cardinal shouted in horror, his body went limp, and he fell to his knees at once.

"He can't hear!"

He smiled wryly and muttered to himself at the sound of the squires running, and then collapsed directly to the ground and closed his eyes.