It's not that he is careless, looking at the Hexi Corridor, the Tubo people only care about infighting, and they have long since lost the energy to put their hands here again. Zhang, the only Han Chinese who dared to resist, was besieged by the army and could not move at Yumen Pass. The Song court in the east had already accepted the tribute from the Uighurs of Ganzhou, issued canonizations, and dreamed of the heavenly kingdom, and would not send troops for no reason. Those barbarians on the grassland have never even seen a city. All in all, Ganzhou is absolutely safe. If it weren't for the fact that the Yeluo Khan was afraid that the Zhang clan of Yumen Pass was also a fierce tiger, and in order to take over the throne of the Uighur Khan of Ganzhou and preserve his strength, the Uighur soldiers who are now guarding Ganzhou would probably not even have more than a thousand people.

Sleeping soundly, the sound of bells and drums opening the city gate came through the misty drizzle. Su Gan, who was sleeping soundly, frowned unconsciously, this damn Han rule.

Outside the city gate, with the sound of bells and drums, Pang Lei, the centurion of the Chengying Battalion, his face sank, and he forcibly controlled the battle intent rising in his chest. The Chengying battalion is all formed by a hundred battles, Pang Lei's official rank is centurion, and there are only about sixty warriors under his hands now, but Pang Lei, who was born in the Tooth Army, knows that the two hundred-man teams of the ordinary army and his sixty or seventy people are not necessarily opponents. He watched coldly as the first gate of Ganzhou slowly opened, and a dozen Uighur soldiers came out of the gate hole, set up a checkpoint to check the caravan, and waved them over.

Seeing the Uighur soldiers beckoning, Pang Lei's face immediately changed, and he led his convoy forward with a smile, stopping in front of the checkpoint and waiting for the Uighur soldiers to come and inspect it. According to the convention, caravans entering the city need to stop fifty paces away from the gate hole and wait for the soldiers defending the city to inspect before they can approach the city wall or enter the city. But the Uighur soldiers defending the city were troublesome, so they let the caravan move forward a little bit every day, accumulating over time, and now the place where the caravan stayed to be inspected was only fifteen steps away from the entrance of the city gate, and through the deep corridor, the figures waiting to leave the city on the inside of the Ganzhou city gate were faintly visible, and Pang Lei even recognized the figure of the captain of the Bashan battalion.

Seeing the Uighur soldiers come forward in a pretentious manner, Pang Lei strode up and won, the Chengying battalion has a farm near Ganzhou as a cover, Pang Lei often comes and goes to the city pass in the name of buying goods, and these soldiers who defend the city are familiar, and when he sees the Uighur commander who came to him, he laughed and scolded: "The rain is so heavy, Yasutai, you dog-legged is not in the city with a woman, Baba is guarding the door and rubbing the oil of our caravan." ”

Yasu went back to gambling with people in the field, and he was tricked, but it was Pang Lei's money for him, and the two became friends with wine and meat, and he smiled when he heard the words: "You think about it." It's Pang Lei, you are the lord who only entered the city every time the sun was up, why did you get up early today, I thought it was a caravan from other places, thinking about making a small fortune. After speaking, he came over with his subordinates and laughed, touched and patted the cargo of the convoy in a fake way, and waved his hand in less than a quarter of an hour: "Go over." ”

Pang Lei laughed and scolded him a few words, and took the caravan to the city gate, he was not afraid of these Uighur soldiers checking the goods, the city gate had been opened, and his sixty or seventy people were so close to the city gate, so he really couldn't go straight to the city gate, but since he could get one step closer, he would take one more step closer. The sergeants of the Chengying Battalion, who were disguised as caravan men, drove the horse-drawn carts and slowly headed towards the city gate. While walking in the cave of the city gate. For some reason, one of the horses suddenly broke free from the reins and ran madly into the city, and the other horses also neighed, and after a few more horses ran, and the carts of the caravan were blocked in the hole in the city gate, and the people outside could not enter, and the people inside could not get out. Seeing this, the Uighur soldiers guarding the gates rushed over. Yasutai frowned, and rebuked in a slightly reproachful tone: "Old Pang, what's going on?"

Pang Lei walked up with apologies on his face, suddenly took a step forward, and a dagger appeared in his hand like a trick on Yasutai's neck, shouting: "If you want to die, don't resist." Before the words fell, a fist slammed into Yasutai's stomach with a strong wind, so painful that he immediately left tears, bent over and squatted on the ground, Pang Lei took advantage of the situation to knock the dagger handle on the back of his head. This Yasutai is not evil, he can not take his life, and Pang Lei does not mind leaving him alive. The sergeants of the Chengying Battalion around him started one after another, and within a few breaths, they subdued the twenty or thirty guards who rushed over inside and outside the gate.

"Kill!" Seeing Pang Lei's move, the Jin Blame Department shouted that most of the Uighur soldiers inside the city gate took out the blades hidden by him and stabbed them at the few Uighur soldiers who remained inside the city gate. At the same time, the Uighur soldiers who were on guard at the gate had realized that something was wrong, and they sounded loud sirens, shouts, drums, gongs, and the clashing of blades. Under the counterattack of the Uighur soldiers, the short passage of more than 100 steps rushed by, and collided head-on with the hurried garrison of the city, Jin Qi snorted, and crashed into the arms of the man who came in front of him, and the white blade passed through his body, he abandoned the short knife, took the Uighur scimitar with his hand, and took a knife to protect his upper body, and killed the enemy with his brothers around him. More of the soldiers from the camp outnumbered the dozens of men who were fighting and slaughtered the Uighurs in the tower.

Not far outside the city, the soldiers of the Ya military camp, who pretended to be another group of businessmen to watch, saw that they had succeeded, so they took out the trumpet bombs on the convoy and lit them, and with a snort, three rows of trumpet bullets rushed into the sky, and the sound exploded with a bang, and the sound was heard for several miles.

A few miles away, the Lanzhou army, which had already been waiting for the day, all stood up, and all the battalions were arranged, the high-hoof battalion took the lead, and the five hundred fat horsemen roared towards the east city of Ganzhou, where the city gate was wide open, and their task was to pass through the city, directly burn and kill all parts of the city, walk the military power of Lanzhou, and deter and disturb the hearts of the people in the city. Closely followed by the horse-mounted Heng faction, the 500 sword and shield men will completely clear the southern tower of all Uighur resistance, while the Ya camp, the Modao battalion, and the Condor battalion will be the main force to storm the city, ready to crush all possible resistance in the city. Thousands of cavalry stood by outside the city, the narrow streets of the city were not a battlefield for cavalry, and the Uighurs were not in the habit of defending the city, and they used as a reserve to hunt down the Uighur cavalry that rushed out of the four gates.

The agitated iron hooves shattered the tranquility of the early morning, waking up countless Ganzhou businessmen along the way. After entering the city, the high-hoof battalion was divided into five, and five hundred-man teams galloped back and forth on the main roads of the city. The Uighur officers and soldiers of the various units who rose up in panic and dressed completely lost their grasp of the situation, and more residents lay on their stomachs in the cracks of the doors and windows and watched in horror as the group of knights rushed through the streets, one after another, unable to figure out how many men and horses had entered the city, and some of the timid Uighurs had already made up their minds not to go out into the streets until the situation became clear. Jingqiong Khan was old and frail, and for the new khan to inherit the new khan, all the Uighur tribes of Ganzhou were ready to move, and God knows if this was another struggle between nobles for power. Up to this point, the Uighurs could not have imagined that it would be the Han army that had come from thousands of miles to attack Ganzhou.