As the sun sets, the walls of Samarkand reveal one gap after another. The openings were large and long, and the remnants of the walls stood lonely in the setting sun like the teeth of an old lady.

Smoke was rising from the city, and explosions were heard one after another. From time to time, new smoke rose into the air, with orange-red flames in the smoke, showing that the explosion was very powerful.

Gerdan looked at the broken Samarkand in front of him, and his teeth were about to be crushed with hatred.

I thought that the Uzbeks would soon succumb, but their kings all surrendered, and the city did not surrender. In my heart, I slandered the pride of the Mongols, Genghis Khan! It was his mad massacre of Samarkand hundreds of years ago that created today's situation.

I don't know who spread the rumor that the Mongols, after taking Samarkand, would follow the example of their ancestors and commit the same massacre. Every Uzbek in the city believed this rumor, so the resistance was fierce. When the walls were not breached, children knew how to move bricks to the walls.

The assault on the walls was smooth, and the long-barreled cannon was pulled over. No matter how heavy the walls are, they can be gnawed through layer by layer. But the street fighting after breaking through the city wall gave Geldan a headache.

No matter how well equipped the Mongols were, how brave they were in battle. For a city of 200,000 people, they are all outsiders. The locals firmly dominated the terrain, and the Mongols stormed into Samarkand like a raging wolf entering a labyrinth.

Bricks or stones would be thrown down from the roof, and musket bullets might come from the corners. It is not the standard rifle of the Mongols, but the most primitive firearm. This thing is still beating iron sand, although it is far away. But at a distance of more than ten meters, the damage of this thing is very large. The wounded barracks were full of howling soldiers, who were basically wounded by such guns.

They may not die, but they will definitely be disabled. Many brave warriors were blinded by the iron sand, and some were beaten to the point that their chests were covered in iron sand. When the doctor took it out, the howl sounded no longer like a human voice.

The Uzbeks attacked the Mongols with bows, arrows, slingshots, and everything else. The Mongols, who were unfamiliar with the terrain, suffered a great loss, and the first thousand-man team to break into the city only returned more than a hundred people. The rest are either turning into corpses or are turning into corpses.

The ferocious Mongols, unwilling to suffer a loss, began to shoot everything they saw that could move. Including the elderly, children, women and dogs!

But the wanton slaughter aroused the anger of the people of Samarkand even more. Suicide bombings began to circulate in the streets, and a group of Mongol soldiers walked cautiously down the streets. A guy with a bag of explosives on his back would jump off the roof, and after a loud "boom", the group of Mongol soldiers would be abandoned.

At first, they only attacked groups of Mongol soldiers, but now these guys have not spared even groups of Mongol soldiers. As long as there are more than two Mongols in a group, there may be a bag of explosives falling somewhere.

A city of broken bricks has now become a meat grinder. Seeing the bands of Mongol soldiers rushing in, then being wounded or corpses being carried out, Gerdan felt his heart bleed. These are the capital of their own conquest of the world!

The mortars were turned up, but there was no way. To hit the target, you have to see the target first. But the Mongols now faced an elusive enemy, young and old. Anyway, it's a death, and it seems to be more cost-effective to kill a Mongol and then die.

With a team of his men, Giril made careful progress along the streets strewn with broken bricks. The streets were littered with corpses, mostly Uzbeks and only a few Mongols.

The wooden doors and windows were burning, and black smoke was emitting. Gerile did not dare to be careless, and his team was divided into three parts. At the front were two sharp soldiers to explore the way, followed by a dozen people, and finally his large army. There are fifty brothers under him, and they are equipped in echelons.

Jiril felt safer this way, at least when the two spearheads were killed, and the men behind could take out more Uzbeks. Before he came to this street, the centurion went to another street with fifty other people. By the time Ghirel found them, they were all corpses. Around their corpses were no less than two hundred Uzbeks.

Look around vigilantly, especially overhead. Jirile did not dare to be careless, and saw that the sentry who climbed up to the house above his head did not [www.biqugex.biz] make any movement. Only then did they dare to give the order, and the team continued to search and advance.

Suddenly, an Uzbek kid ran through the street, and more than a dozen rifles were fired almost simultaneously. A mist of blood splattered over the little boy, and the sentry exhaled, pulling the bolt to reload. In such a place, it is very important to keep the magazine full of bullets ready to fire at all times.

Suddenly, the sentry heard footsteps behind him. When he looked back, he saw a shiny machete. The blade reflects the sunlight a little harshly! Before he could react, his head flew up. The blood in the cavity spurted out, and his whole body fell to the bottom of the house.

It seemed to be a signal, and in an instant, countless people poured out from both sides of the street. As if in the sheepfold of a wolf, these Uzbeks carry kitchen knives, axes, sticks and even bricks. Among these people are men and women, old and young. There were even seven or eight-year-old dolls who ran along with bricks.

It's strange that the people who rushed ahead were all old people. As soon as they rushed out, they were shot to the ground by the Mongol soldiers who were waiting for them. With a distance of only a dozen meters, it is not easy to miss.

The old people fell in a pool of blood, and the people behind them were even more crazy. They shouted with their mouths open, their eyes bulging out of their sockets. The steps under my feet were extremely fast, just between breaths. They had already scurried more than a dozen meters and came to the eyes of the Mongol soldiers.

Jirile had just pushed a bullet and shot it at a guy who rushed in front of him. The bullet hit him in the chest, and the leather robe on the guy's chest could be seen torn open, and broken bones and blood splattered out and sprayed him all over the face.

There was no time to pull the bolt, and an axe had already been cut off on the head. In desperation, Jirile could only raise his rifle, and the bayonet stabbed into the guy's body at once. The strange thing is that the guy was pierced with a bayonet, but he acted like he was fine. The front chest was stuck by the barrel of the gun, and the axe in his hand was swung a few times but he couldn't see Jirile.

Giril wanted to shake the guy off because someone else was already rushing over him. After two strokes, the bayonet did not move.

The Uzbek he had stabbed through had a smile on his lips and showed his blood-stained teeth. Gripping the bayonet tightly with both hands, he did not let Jirile pull it out.

Seeing a guy with a meat cleaver rushing over, Jirile also fought. With a sharp draw of the rifle, the bayonet was drawn, and half of the palm fell to the ground.

Just as he wanted to poke with his rifle, the machete had already slashed into his shoulder. The machete split the bone in half, and Girille's arm drooped limply. Before Jirile could scream, a brick was slapped against the door.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy flew and threw himself down at Jirile. Riding on him, he kept hitting Jiril's head with the stones in his hands. The stone was soon covered with hair, blood, and brains.

The screams and curses all around him rang out, but the boy turned a deaf ear, and he just smashed Jirile on the head very hard. Until the hand is cut by the skull of Jirile!

In less than a few moments, a whole group of people was beaten to death. The Uzbeks began to pick up the ammunition from the Mongols, and some people stripped the Mongols of their clothes. The young men picked up the Mongols' guns and quickly disappeared into nearby buildings.

Soon calm returned to the streets, as if nothing had ever happened here. It's just that there are many more corpses on the ground, there are men, women, old and young, and the youngest body can only reach the waist of an adult.

None of the Mongols survived, they all lay in pools of blood staring at the sky, their eyes had lost their splendor of life. Gerile was unlucky, he only had half a face left. The eyeballs are scratched by the ears, and the appearance is very miserable!

Seeing his soldiers retreat again with heavy casualties, Geldan knew he couldn't fight like this. If you lose all your money here, those forces that observe in the shadows will pounce on you like hungry wolves and tear yourself to pieces.

Over the years, Geldan has achieved a lot, but he has also offended many people. And his nephew Alabutan swore not to share heaven with him. For Gerdan, the loss of the army meant a tragic death.

"Send someone to tell the emir to send an army here. Otherwise, I will go to Bukhara and take him directly and roast him alive on the fire. Suddenly an idea came to him.

Since Samarkand is so tenacious, it is better to mobilize Uzbeks to fight in the city. I want to see what it looks like when the Uzbeks fight with the Uzbeks.

"Before the emir sends his army, surround Samarkand and not allow a grain to be brought in. At the same time, all the Uzbeks within a radius of twenty miles were plundered, and their food was plundered for military supplies. ”

There is no more poison than arson, and there is no worse than starvation. Since the attack was not going well, Geldan decided to go out of his hunger. This is also a very common practice when the attack on the city does not go well.

Of course, there is another benefit to this. That is, the damage to the city is relatively small, after all, Gerdan wants to move to Samarkand, not to destroy this historical city.

Geldan never dreamed that when 200,000 people were bitten to death and fought him to death, he really couldn't defeat the city that the Mongols had slaughtered.

Of course, there are even more unexpected things waiting for him.