There is a huge cavalry in the steppe, which is advancing towards Samarkand. The leader of this cavalry was none other than Arabutan, Gerdan's sworn enemy.

The young Arabutan glanced at the group behind him, each carrying a large eight-grain rifle on his back. There were grenades in the blankets, and the pack horses carried ammunition and supplies on their backs.

He had never been so generous, even when he was fighting the Han Chinese. Most of the weapons and ammunition supported by the British were also intercepted by Geldan and very few were distributed to him. Like now, three hundred rounds of ammunition per person. Not counting the revolver in the waist!

The step of leading the team to Ge Ritu is the right one, and he will never forget the magnificent capital of the Ming Dynasty. The walls were as high as mountains, and there were as many people as the stars in the sky. There were all kinds of shops on the street, and many of them were sold that he had never seen before.

How stupid it is to fight with such a country, Alabutan feels that he has been so stupid as he has been in the past few years.

When I saw the very young handsome, it seemed that he should not be thirty years old. He took himself to visit the weapon test site of the Ming Dynasty and saw all kinds of weapons of the Ming Empire.

The elite Daming Field Division was all reequipped with Aka 47 rifles. This rifle can be loaded with thirty rounds at a time and does not need to be reloaded until it is finished. And the rifle he used before could only hold five rounds at a time. There is no way to compare the continuity of firepower!

Acre four-seven rifles, Arabutan is still acceptable. After all, this rifle is not very rebellious. But when he saw the Maxim heavy machine gun, his world was immediately turned upside down.

This kind of gun can shoot so many bullets in the blink of an eye. Cavalry charging in front of such guns is simply going to die. I dare not imagine that when a large number of cavalry charged, they encountered the fate of more than a dozen heavy machine guns. In the words of the marshal, the advent of this gun marked that the Mongols could only develop on the road of singing and dancing. Any attempt to attack the Central Plains will be torn to shreds by heavy machine guns.

If the Dzungar Mongols wanted to survive, they had to rely on the Han Chinese. This was a discovery that made Arabutan despair, because he saw a powerful empire that the Mongols could never defeat.

If you want to continue to survive and survive under the wings of Daming, you must fight for Daming. Arabutan was ready to fight his uncle, exchanging his dear uncle's head for a chance to survive the Dzungar Mongols.

In the Han Chinese, this is called a name cast.

Leaving all his family members behind, Alabutan marched into the Ili River Valley, and only found out when he arrived there. Gerdan actually took all his men with him, and heard that they were moving to the oasis of the Chilchik Valley.

Arabutan knew that place, that was the territory of the Uzbeks. With what he knew about the Uzbeks, they were definitely no match for his uncle Geldan.

"Hurry up and grab Gerdan's roasted whole sheep." Arabutan no longer hesitated, brandishing the whip in his hand to urge the procession to march.

Since the cavalry was fully firearmed, they no longer had to rely on charging to attack. In the Ming Dynasty, he learned more sophisticated cavalry tactics. Arabutan thought he could abandon the tactics that the Mongols had used for centuries.

Under the city of Samarkand, Geldan did not expect a vicious wolf to approach quietly. He is still waiting for the army of the emir!

Geldan believed that the emir had lost the bravery of his ancestors. Today's Bukhara dynasty is as cowardly as a sheep! A city like Samarkand should be the only remaining tough guy.

The midnight moonlight shone on the land outside Samarkand, and today the moon is very round and large, and the jade disk-like moon illuminates the earth as day.

After the fierce siege, the Mongol army was exhausted. The cold front blew the bonfire flickering on and off, splashing a little spark from time to time. The sentry clutched his gun, his head dozing little by little.

The officers also got into their tents, and the siege battles of the past few days had really drained everyone's physical strength. In the darkness, a vague black shadow was slowly approaching the Mongol camp.

Arabutan lay on his stomach on a small hill and used a telescope to observe the military tent in the distance. The distance was about four miles, and the mortars could reach.

"See where there's no campfire?" Arabutan said, pointing to a tent in the distance.

"See, those covered with canvas should be rockets." Shoigu nodded affirmatively, as a Mongolian officer, he was very familiar with the arrangements for the Mongolian army to camp.

"Concentrate all the mortars and bombard that ammunition dump." Alabutan said viciously.

"It must be spectacular." Shoigu licked his lips, if that ammunition dump exploded, it would be enough to flatten half of the Mongolian camp. There was a huge pile of ammunition, not just rockets, but all kinds of shells and bullets.

"Give you half an hour to prepare, go and do it!" Arabutan took out his pocket watch and looked at it, it was a gift from the young marshal.

Shoigu's figure quickly disappeared!

Soon pack horses were led out with mortars, very close to the Mongol barracks, and all the horses were put on chews. The hooves and iron tools were carefully wrapped with strips of cloth so that they did not make the slightest noise.

The pack horses trampled over the corpses of the sentry that had been killed, and the artillerymen quickly set up the mortars. Shoigu lay on the hill and began to count the shooting of the yuan.

Grdan irritated and kicked the bare-ass Uzbek woman, and the damn woman slept and snored. The Uzbek woman fled like a frightened doe! Gerdan sat on the felt mat and took a sip of mare's milk wine.

His grandmother's, since he left Tibet, it seems that nothing is right. Fought a war with the Han people, and almost never won. When did the Han people, who were as cowardly as sheep, more fierce than wolves.

When he saw an ordinary Han man who dared to fight against the Mongol army with a wooden stick, he was so surprised that he almost fell to the ground. Is this still the same Da Ming who bullies if he wants to?

Not wanting to worry about those things, Gerdan decided to sleep, there was still a lot to do tomorrow. If the emir didn't come, he decided to ask him if he wanted to be skewered on a rack instead of roasting a whole lamb.

As soon as the blanket was over his body, Gerdan felt his body pop up. Then came the deafening explosion, and the huge cowhide tent was blown down by the howling wind, burying Gerdan underneath.

From Arabutan's point of view, he felt that the flames of the explosion were as high as a hundred meters. The loud explosion made him instantly deaf in his ears. The wind of the shock wave almost suffocated him. The earth trembled and Alabutan almost threw up.

Countless people and horses on fire scurried around the camp, and the bodies of the explosion were thrown in front of Arabutan, five miles away.

Looking at the still steaming corpse in front of him, Arabutan decided never to eat roasted whole sheep again.

The Mongol camp had turned into a huge bonfire, and Alabutan's men who came forward lay on the Gobi with the bonfire as the background, and kept shooting at the Mongol soldiers running around.

This kind of shooting is like hitting a rabbit, and although the caliber of the large eight-grain rifle is a little smaller, the shooting accuracy is very high.

The Mongols seem to have been born with a penchant for shooting, and they are good at it. From bows and arrows to rifles, the sound of rifles is domineering and spreading, and almost every bullet destroys an enemy.

Gerdan crawled out of the collapsed tent, the weight of the cowhide nearly suffocating him. Greedily smelling the air with the smell of gunpowder, he only took a few breaths before he saw his soldiers being shot like yellow sheep.

"Mortar! Mortar! Chuan Erdan, Chuan Erdan! Damn, pull Chuan Erdan up and let him shoot those sinister and cunning foxes. Gerdan pointed to the muzzle fire in the distance and shouted frantically.

After many years of experience in battle formations, although I don't know who the other party is, I can already hear from the sound of gunfire that this is the rifle used by the Ming army.

The Ming army hit the city of Samarkand? It's fucking impossible, just a little cavalry of the Ming army, dare to go deep into Central Asia?

With Geldan's cries, the Mongols began to counterattack. No one dared to charge on horseback at this time, it was no different from looking for death. Both sides turned their cavalry into infantry, lying on the ground and shooting at each other.

Mortars on both sides were also firing at each other, and far more soldiers died under the fragments of mortar shells than bullets.

Two armies that spoke Mongolian were slaughtered in the land of the Uzbeks. Kill from dark to dawn, no winner or loser!

The sun had risen, and it shone on the battlefield covered with smoke and corpses. A black line suddenly appeared on the horizon, and when Geldan saw the black line appear, his hanging heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

Those are none other than those who rushed out of Samarkand. Among them were gray-haired old men, as well as teenage children who didn't even have a full beard.

Some of them had rifles from captured Mongols in their hands, and some with rifles equipped by Uzbeks. Many more had sticks, kitchen knives, machetes, daggers, and bayonets removed from rifles.

These people are obviously mentally abnormal, which is manifested in not being afraid of death and not caring about death.

They ran wildly, their rifles knocked down the front row, and the people in the back immediately picked up their weapons and charged. The mortar shells killed several people, and the men behind continued to charge in the face of the smoke of gunfire.

The inhabitants of Samarkand screamed "whoa" and "whoops", staring at bloodshot eyes and brandishing primitive weapons in their hands. The corpses paved the path of the charge, and when they stormed the Mongol camp, the situation changed all at once.

The Mongols, who had always been as fierce as wolves, were now being chased like rabbits. Samarkands with sticks, with machetes, with stones, with fists, with teeth! They want to tear apart every Mongol they see, and they are completely desperate to fight together.

For the first time, Geldan discovered that a woman's sharp claws could be so lethal.

"Retreat! Fall back! When another black line appeared on the horizon, Gerdan gave the order without hesitation.

Just yesterday, he was looking forward to the arrival of the emir. But today, he wanted to smack himself in the mouth very much. Came up with such a stupid idea!