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One wounded after another were carefully carried down from the battlefield and gathered in one place. Berdin, the commander of the medical battalion. Stanford was covered in blood, and his medic was no better, and they were all busy.

Liu Xian inspected the wounded soldiers, because it was a temporary building, the camp was very simple, and there were simple military tents, except for sprinkling some quicklime on the ground, there was no bedding at all. Hundreds of wounded soldiers sat in the open air, lying in the open space in front of their tents, their feet red with blood from their wounds, but they could not be sent into tents without medical treatment.

The light ones were wounded by knives and guns, the severed limbs were distorted, and some of the wounded were slightly injured, or had strong willpower, and they were better, just moaning in a low voice. Some of the injuries were severe, the pain was unbearable, and they let out terrible screams. There are even those with stumps and broken arms, the pain is unbearable, but they haven't fainted, and they can't wait to roll on the ground, and two or three doctors can't hold it down.

All seven of the fortifications outside Yarkand had been captured by the expeditionary forces. The city itself was lost in the artillery. Liu Xian should be glad that the current artillery shells are easy to manufacture, and the most complex flowering shells and shotguns are broken down into many steps, and they can also be 'contracted' to the local natives of Yarkand, and the flowering shells, iron bullets, and gunpowder are constantly sent to the front-line army from afar, which gives Liu Xianan the confidence to bombard the chariot so unscrupulously.

Inside Shache City.

Flowering bombs and scorching bombs kept falling in the city with a scream, and the violent explosions and loud bangs brought not only the smoke and the collapse of the fortifications, but also the unstoppable blood and minced meat.

The roar was loud enough to deafen any rebellious soldier who was close at hand.

The twelve-pounder blossom bomb once again performed its powerful destruction in front of the people. Under the shockwave, the flesh and walls became vulnerable.

The rebels fled in all directions, and in order to avoid the danger that could not be resisted by man, the tall rebels had to bend their waists with great effort. Like a panicked mouse, and like a headless fly, running around.

The Uzbek cavalry could not stop howling. Here they had no room to wield the snow bright scimitar in their hands. Before the large group of soldiers attacked, a series of shells had torn them apart.

They are not people who are not afraid of death, so they cannot perform the heroic battle of fearless life and death in the face of death. The cannonballs tore their men and horses to pieces, and all the blood sprayed on the cold ground. The rest of the cowards can only leave their horses and run away alone.

Yunus River. The former Khan's chamberlain, now Yarkand's Achimu Berk, could only watch with horror as his men fell one by one in the explosion.

Yunusjiang lived for thirty-seven years. He had fought more than once with the Khan of Kokand against Tsarist Russia, but he could swear to the true god he believed in that he had never seen such a siege. The expedition outside the city was full of shells beating Shache, and he had thought that the tide of the siege troops was attacking. Didn't show up at all.

The current situation. Yunusjiang's ambition went straight to the Nine Abyss Hell.

"Lord Burke, we are no match for the official army. If you continue to resist, not only will you lose your entire army, but the entire city will be in ruins. An old voice rang out. Yunusjiang looked up and saw that it was Sardemu, one of the first nobles in the Yarkand region to join Aguba, a sixty-year-old man. At this moment, his eyes were full of exhaustion and loss, for the future of Yarkand City. There is no hope left.

"Saldemu? How did you get to the front? Yunusjiang said in surprise.

Saldemu smiled tiredly, "Now this time. Everywhere in Yarkand is the front line, isn't it? Akimu Burke. ”

There was a hint of sarcasm in the language. But this taunt was not directed at Yunusjiang, but like he had addressed himself.

"Shache has been a city for more than 2,000 years, and although it has been destroyed by war, it has also flourished. The city has been around for more than 500 years. ”

"The old city of 500 years ago may be able to block the earthen artillery of Aguba two years ago, but it will never be able to stop the fierce artillery fire of today's officers and soldiers. If Aguba's reinforcements don't arrive soon, Shache ...... It's hopeless......"

Saldemu directly called Aguba by his name.

"What the hell do you want to say, Saldemu?"

Yunusjiang's face sank, and his eyes were even more murderous.

"What? Seeing the fall of the Khan King, do you want to stand on the opposite side like a chameleon? ”

It is simply impossible for Yunusjiang to surrender. He washed Shache in blood, and the people's anger was sky-high, and the surrender would definitely be pushed out by the Qing army to vent the people's anger.

Saldemu smiled slightly, Yunusjiang's words couldn't touch his nerves at all.

"It's late, it's late. If you surrender at this time, the officers and soldiers on the opposite side will not accept it. Shachecheng is already in his pocket, and he eats it in his mouth. And the ...... of you and me is what they accept the hearts and minds of the people...... Tool! ”

People grow old and become fine. Saldemu saw things very clearly. In the battle on the banks of the Abu River, Aqob's backbone was broken. Although the number of officers and soldiers was small, they completely gained the upper hand in southern Xinjiang. After that, even if people surrender again, the end will not be good.

Especially a great nobleman like him, an exemplary figure who took refuge in the Aguba rebellion, his fate was destined to be tragic. The only thing Saldemu can pray for now is that his children and grandchildren, who have been hidden in the people, can live in peace until they grow old. As for the family, maybe in two days, maybe today, it should be a thing of the past.

He glanced at Yunusjiang, and the corners of his mouth smiled miserably, "The last moment is almost here......"

Saldemu staggered out of the headquarters of the Yunus River. The entire city of Shache was shrouded in the artillery fire of the expeditionary army, "It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over......

The sound of explosions was accompanied by Saldemu's exclamation. Suddenly, he stopped, looking down at his chest in astonishment, the front of his white robe had been stained a strange crimson by the gurgling blood. There was a panicked exclamation in his ears, and his strength was like a torrent of water that quickly lost from his body, and Saldemu's legs went limp, and he fell to the ground.

The rebels in the city are still desperately resisting. If the enemy is the Tuming army in the north, then they can now agree to surrender, and no one will say that they are cowardly, and they will no longer worry about their lives after surrendering. At present, Xinjiang, surrendered after the defeat to save his life, and the boss changed the soldiers one after another.

Whether it is Aguba or any other force, it is tyrannical to the people, but it is quite magnanimous to the soldiers. For example, Ma Yuan, who has died by the Abu River, is still a veteran minister of Sidil (Sidik), and he is not living under Aguba? There is also Isshak, the number one general under Recidin, who has been an enemy of Aguba many times, and has also defeated Aguba's army, and is now one of the most important generals under Aguba.

But today's opponent is the official army, and the nature is completely different from the Tuoming army. A considerable number of the soldiers under Yunusjiang have been slaughtered by Shache, how dare they surrender?

To the east of the collapsed walls, thousands of rebels desperately built simple positions to resist the possible attack of the expeditionary army and the inevitable artillery bombardment.

There was silence in the Temple of the True God. Several high-ranking members of the True God Cult sat there in a daze with blank eyes.

The firepower of the expeditionary army was simply terrible. Let these turtles who have never seen the world directly lose confidence.

Hundreds of Kokand women and children screamed and hid in the city, and many of the Kokand people turned their swords and guns at their own people in order to grab a kiln where they could stay.

The cannon fire continued, but it couldn't suppress the loud shouts and cheers coming from outside the city, and the loud snare drums and trumpets.

"God forbid!" As he watched the soldiers on the other side roar and pounce murderously towards the collapsed eastern city of Shache, Shahrhan who was stationed here clasped his hands in front of his chest and held a silver moon tightly, his eyes full of despair and sadness.

He didn't shout for the army to meet him, or clamored to plug the gap. At this time, the soldiers who were able to hold on to the front line were definitely the most heroic fighters in the chaotic army. One hundred and ten figures stood up, swords and spears in hand, and rushed straight at the charging expeditionary army.

Shahrhan mourned the hundred and ten figures. The rebel army has 2,000 troops guarding the eastern city, and the eastern part of the city is the main direction of attack of the expeditionary army, and it is naturally the main defensive position of the rebel army, which must be heavily guarded.

But now, under the continuous shelling, 2,000 people are killed, wounded or fleeing, and among the thousands of people who continue to stay on the position, only these 100 people have the courage to launch a counterattack against the expeditionary army.

The resistance of the rebel troops immediately attracted the attention of the soldiers of the expeditionary army who charged like wolves, and the counterattack was even sharper, and after the crisp and piercing sound of gunfire, half of the hundred and ten rebels fell.

They faced a large group of hussar battalion infantry and two squadrons of Qin infantry, even if the sequence was different, the number of soldiers of the front-line expeditionary army facing them was far more than that of the rebel army on the opposite side.

It was a short but intense fight.

The soldiers on both sides were roaring, their swords and guns clashing with bayonets, and they were so fierce that they could never stand up again once they fell.

The soldiers of the rebel army are very brave, fighting alone, these rebel soldiers who have left their lives behind will really be hard stubble. However, the number of the vanguard of the expeditionary army occupies an absolute advantage, and the war is never a heads-up mode, and soon swept away all the chaotic troops, and then the tiger entered the flock of sheep and slaughtered into the Dongcheng garrison with **100 people. More than a quarter of an hour later, Shahrhan collapsed covered in the blood of his bayonet, for the scimitar in his hand was stained with the blood of the soldiers of the expeditionary army.

"What about the cavalry? I want the cavalry to attack—" Yunusjiang roared loudly. The expeditionary army entered the city, and if they wanted to drive them out as much as possible, cavalry was the best choice. (To be continued......)