Hussein is back! Ismaili, Garigul, and Shaybani gathered together in anticipation of Hussein's good news.

"Dear Shah, I brought back the conditions of the truce of the Ming Empire." Hu Saiyin looked very tired and handed a volume of the agreement to the chamberlain.

After Ismaili opened it, he took a quick look at it and handed it to Shaybani without saying a word. Garigul looked at Ismaili in surprise, Ismaili looked at Shaybani with pity, and Garigur instantly understood what Ismaili meant.

Da! The agreement fell, and Shaybani was full of anger and met Ismaili's indifferent eyes, and finally sobered up and spoke with difficulty: "Shah, is it possible that our Moslin world has been humiliated by the Ming Empire like this?" Ismaili said indifferently: "Shaybani Khan, the Ming Empire has such strength, it will gain such respect. Shaybany's face was pale and his body was shaky, but Ismaili was unmoved, and looked at Shaybani coldly to see what kind of choice he had.

Seeing that it was useless to sell miserably, Shaybani had to sigh: "Okay! The Safavid Empire, the Makrumu Empire, and the Mughal Empire gave so much for the Uzbek Khanate, and Shaybani was grateful. The Uzbek Khan Congress alone bears the ransom of Samarkand! With that, Shaybani almost collapsed to the ground.

Ismaili only showed a smile at this time: "When Shabani, Safavid and Makrumu attack the Ottoman Empire, Uzbekistan can participate and have the right to divide the spoils of war!" Cybanny raised his head in surprise, and his pale face had a hint of ruddy: "Really? Thank you, generous Shah! Gary Gul looked at Ismaili with admiration, a young man in his twenties, with a maturity and means that were extremely inappropriate for his age, and he played with Shaybani in the palm of his hand.

Even if he revives the Makrumu Empire, he can't be hostile to the Safavid Empire, at least not when Ismaili is alive!

Robbers always have the logic and rules of robbers, they attach great importance to commitment, extreme contempt for charity, and profit is the most fundamental thing.

After Shaybani paid a hefty ransom, a ceasefire agreement was negotiable. The next day, Hu Saiyin signed a formal document with Wan Songlin, and the armies of the Safavid Empire, the Makrumu Empire, and the Uzbek Khanate suddenly changed their positions and fought side by side with the Ming army, killing the remnants of the Ottoman forces that were still close a few days ago!

The 90,000 cavalry troops were under the control of Sinan Pasha, and the direction of the Amu Darya River had become a state, and there was no hope of escape.

The only way to survive is in the Turan lowlands, but the Ming army that is waiting for the rest of the country has completely stuck the road to the Turan lowlands!

Sinan Pasha lowered his binoculars, his gray beard covered with dust. He had reached a dead end, and the fate of these 90,000 Turks was in his thoughts.

"Prepare a white flag, let's surrender!" There was no sad expression on the ravine's face, but there was deep despair in the eyes of Sinan Pasha!

"Nope! General, we still have an army of 100,000, we can still flee to Kaffa, where there are 50,000 of Prince Suleiman, and we still have a chance! Tears came out of his eyes, he had long expected today's despair, but when it really came, he still couldn't accept it!

Sinan Pasha looked at the young man lovingly and shook his head: "No, I can't bury the hope of the empire anymore. You see, those lackeys of the Ming Empire, will they forgive us? His eyes seemed to erupt into flames, and he said angrily, "Safavi! Uzbek! I'm not surprised, I didn't expect that we Ottomans fought for Mothlin, and the last stab in the heart was actually these despicable guys! A hint of determination flashed in Shinan Pasha's eyes, and he leaned closer to Mu Shibai and whispered a few words, and then waved his hand: "Go!" Maybe it's just a test of the pearl for the Ottomans, you must do it! Mu Shibai knelt at the feet of the old man on one knee, and tears slipped down like pearls one by one: "Yes! Sinan Pasha touched the top of his head, and a smile appeared on his face: "Go, child, take the hope of the empire, I am old, I can't run, I can't go back to Istanbul!" He stood up, and with trembling hands, he drew his Damascus scimitar, but he couldn't swing it.

A cold light shot out of Xinan Pasha's eyes, and he roared: "Jimu Shibai! Remember your mission! Mu Shibai gritted his teeth and swung his scimitar, tears welling up.

The white-haired head of Sinan Pasha flew high, and a blood spilled on the earth! Sinan Pasha died, and his general, Jimu Shibai, held his head, shirtless, and waved a white flag, leading 90,000 Ottoman cavalry to surrender!

According to the agreement, the three countries happily handed over 200,000 dinars for the ransom of the prisoners of war, and received the 90,000 prisoners of war from the hands of the Ming army.

Of these, the Turkishbai was bought by the Makrumu Empire, Shaybani and Garigul received a total of 50,000 men, and Ismaili filled his army with 40,000 prisoners of war.

At this point, the brilliant and strange war of the Six Kingdoms of Samarkand has come to an end! A new page was opened, and the bloody rain that followed was something that Zhu Houzhao, who was happy at the time, never expected!

Next is the aftermath of the war, the Ming army is not iron-clad, high-intensity battles, so that everyone is exhausted.

He was assigned to Tabac, and because of the head of Sinan Pasha and the flattery of Timshibai, he did not become a slave, but came with five thousand surrendered Anatolian cavalry.

During the night, there was a scream in Tarbac's room, and he walked into Tarbac's room carrying a jug of champagne from France.

The room was decorated in an eerie style and pink everywhere. Walls, curtains, sheets... In front of the dresser, Tabac was naked, his long black hair hanging down, and his back was purple from his back to his thighs!

He bowed respectfully: "Your Excellency Tarbac, I have brought my treasure, a pot of champagne from Europa!" The long black hair was parted, revealing Tabacs' flushed face.

His eyes were like silk, his eyes wandered, and he didn't care about the gaze of Mu Shibai.

"Well, Mumu Shibai, put the wine there, and you can go!" Mu Shibai shook his head: "Tabac, I want to talk to you about life, can you continue such an interesting game tomorrow?" Tabacus looked the same as he smiled and asked, "Interesting?" Giggles, clucks, don't you have such a game in Turkey? Mu Shibai smiled: "Of course! Human desires are always similar! My teacher once said that indulging in desire, but being able to withdraw at any time, is the great wisdom of the world! Tabac was really interested, and with a wave of his hand, the big man put away his whip and walked out.

"Alright, no one can disturb us, please keep talking about desire!" Jimu Shibai boldly walked up to Tabac and took his soft and white hand: "Look, what is this? Tabacus looked at Mu Shibai with a smile, and did not withdraw his hand: "Of course it's a hand?" What else could it be? ”

"Way! This is the way to solve desires! Some people use it to solve desires directly, and some people use it to help themselves solve desires. A philosopher in the East once said that greed and hatred are the three kinds of poisons that cannot be cured. Then this is the way! Jimu Shibai explained very seriously, and his eyes flashed with wisdom.

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, a betrayer who killed his boss turned out to be a wise man full of knowledge!" Tabac smiled and praised the Mushibai.

Just as he wanted to continue speaking, Tabac suddenly turned cold, the bones on his body rattled, and his strong arm pressed against him.

"What is your purpose?" He struggled for a moment, but was desperate to find that his strong self was completely inferior to the slender Tabacs.

It seems that fate is arranged like this, and he can only accept it!

"Well, Tabac, I'm trying to convince you"

"Help you escape and return to the Ottomans?" Mu Shibai shook his head: "No! I don't want to do anything that is not good for you! I want to help you become the Sultan of Makrumu! Tabac was stunned for a moment, covered his mouth and laughed: "Giggles, it's too naïve to worship you!" What if I become a sultan? Is there a difference from now? He sighed, "Yes, you're right. But if you were the Sultan of Makrumu, would such a tragedy continue? ”

"Tragedy?" Tabac suddenly narrowed his eyes, and a tide of murderous aura slammed into the Timber Shibai.

"You still look down on us! That's all you want to say? There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and he said gently: "Tabac, I have never looked down on you!" I just think that there should not be such an army in the world, and there should not be such an army that tortures itself and the world. ”

"Ahh Suddenly, Tarbacchus' long hair fluttered, like a demon descending into the world! Click! Mu Shibai's arm was broken, the broken bones and white stubble pierced out of the skin, and blood kept gushing out!

Tick-tock, beads of sweat kept rolling down Mu Shibai's body. Tabacus stared at him, but there was still no hatred and anger in his eyes!

"Haha, hehe, Mumu Shibai, do you mean that if I become a sultan, there will be no more such tragedies?" Looking at the somewhat crazy Tarbacs, Mu Shibai endured the severe pain and nodded sincerely: "Yes!" No country would do such a thing, except for Mark Rumu! Believe me, Tabac, without Garygul, there will be no more Gillam Corps! Tabac slowly withdrew his hand and sat down slowly, hugging his white but scarred thighs with his arms, crying like a child!