Taking advantage of the rampage of several bloodied elephants, which brought a riot to the formation of the Turkish army, tens of thousands of Timurid cavalry following the elephants surged like a river.

In the flash of fire, clouds of gunpowder smoke erupted, and thousands of firebolts fired one after another.

Arrows rained down, and the Turks fell as they ascended. The guns roared and shot out, innumerable, and the Timurid cavalry who rode their horses howled wildly and beat the men and horses to the blood flowing, and then turned over and fell down, and trampled the iron hooves rolling behind them into flesh.

Under the continuous trumpets, the Turkish soldiers who had cast the fire guns did not have time to reload, and scattered towards the sides of the military formation. Under the horn and horse's hooves, the armored Turkish Sultan Bayesath rode out of the horse and led thousands of cavalry to meet the enemy on the opposite side, waving the sword in his hand to meet the attack.

On the slope of a small hill, Timur, with his deep and gloomy eyes, looked ahead, and in the distance, the left, center, and right sides of the army were all in full swing of fierce battles.

In the rapid sound of horses' hooves, a Timurid knight rode his horse and galloped wildly, turned over and dismounted and knelt on the ground, reporting to Timur, when the war was in full swing, there was a commotion on the right flank of the Turkish army, and there were constantly soldiers who defected, picked up their weapons and turned their heads, causing more and more confusion. ”“

It turned out that these Turkish soldiers who defected were not the tribesmen and descendants of Bayesset, but the warriors of the Turkic tribes he conquered. And the Timurid cavalry was led against them by the Turkic princes and nobles who had defected to Timur after being expelled by Bayesset. In the face of these former masters, these Turkic warriors invariably defected, followed them, and began to attack the Turkish army formation behind them.

Seeing that the Turkic nobles he had taken in had finally taken in the effect, Timur couldn't help but shoot a cold light, waved his hand and whispered the military order.

The sound of the trumpets was stirring, and the hillside was already ready to go, and thousands of Timurid cavalry gradually accelerated, led by battle flags, and charged away at the Serbian cavalry, the fiercest of the Turkish army.

Seeing the growing rebellion caused by the Turkic soldiers on the left flank of his camp, Bayesset, the commander of the Turkish army, couldn't help but turn pale, raised his sword in his hand, and shouted angrily to pass down the military order. Behind him, red-eyed knights threw down their masks to cover their heads, brandished their swords and galloped out like an unstoppable iron stream towards Timur's army, all of whom were heavily armored cavalry from Europe and the mercenary cavalry of the Balkan Peninsula, as well as the fiercest of the Turkish army, the Ganishari Legion. In the face of Timur's army, which had the advantage of strength in battle, and in the face of the treacherous situation of the staggered and fierce battles of the large army, he could only lead his army to attack, hoping to crush the enemy's middle in one fell swoop, so as to restore the decline caused by the rebellion on the left flank.

The Serbian king, who was already covered in blood, saw that the commander of the army, Sultan Bayezet had already dispatched the main force of the army to attack, immediately turned the horse's head, and led his brave Serbian cavalry to gradually approach the center, hoping to join forces with Bayezet.

Arrows flew indiscriminately, swords slashed past, but it was difficult to inflict mortal wounds on these horses and horses, and the European heavy cavalry wearing masks on their heads mortally wounded. The power of the heavy cavalry impact was indeed invincible in the era of cold weapons, and although the Timurid cavalry wearing only leather armor came with a desperate attack, they were splashed with blood under the sharp swords wielded by the enemy, and fell under the horses.

Timur, who had stopped on the high slope of the hill, saw that the Serbian cavalry had defeated his own cavalry in the head, and had already merged with the main cavalry of the Turkish army from the middle. His middle army suffered heavy casualties under the enemy's charge, and the enemy army had gradually advanced to a distance of only half a mile from him, but his face did not reduce the panicked expression at all, but showed a trace of extremely cruel sneer, because he was a cavalry commander who had experienced a hundred battles but had never been defeated, and knew that although the heavy armored cavalry was very well protected, because the knight and war horses were all armored, even for the strongest horses, it was difficult to maintain high speed for a long time, not to mention that there were countless wolf-like Timurid cavalry around him. With his humble life, slow them down.

Under the scorching sun, the brave European heavy cavalry, Serbian cavalry, and Garishari cavalry faced the Timurid cavalry who were constantly wandering and fighting in all directions, and finally they were covered in blood and sweat like rain. After such a long and fierce battle, they finally showed their fatigue and gradually became the end of the crossbow, but they still could not rush down the hillside.

The earth-shattering horn sounded again, Timur's legs clamped the horse's belly, and the horse galloped down. The iron hooves rolled, and the horses gradually galloped, causing the earth to tremble slightly, and the 30,000 cavalry of Timur's reserve, which had not yet been engaged in battle, not far from the slope of the hill, finally launched the final and deadliest assault on the opponent under the personal leadership of his commander.

When the thousands of Timurid cavalry who rushed forward first galloped wildly, the horses galloping at high speed knocked and crushed the horses that were already tired and foaming at the mouth. In the wielding of the sword, the lives of the enemy are ruthlessly harvested. The Turkish cavalry relied on the solid armor they were wearing, and although most of them had never lost their lives, they could not resist the swords in the hands of the enemy soldiers who were constantly rushing like a tide, and the fierce force of the spears slashing and stabbing straight stabbed down their horses one after another.

In the Turkish army, a young general saw that the rebellion on the left flank was like a wildfire, and under the impact of Timur's army on the opposite side, many Turkish cavalry turned around and fled. Under his leadership, more and more Turkish cavalry finally lost their fighting spirit, fear, and the instinct for survival began to flee one after another.

Seeing that the young general who took the lead in escaping was vaguely his eldest son Suleiman, Sultan Bayezet, the commander of the Turkish army, could not help but look desperate, and had to turn around and lead the army to retreat in grief.

Seeing the heavy casualties of his men, the king of the Serbian legion, Stephen, the famous Sultan and his son, retreated one after another, and finally could no longer maintain the last shred of loyalty, and led his army to take the road.

Under the situation of defeat, the arrogant Timurid cavalry, under the leadership of his commander, chased after the horses with shouting and screaming, and cut down those enemy troops one after another under the horses, and pursued forward.

At dusk and sunset, within a radius of dozens of miles, there were already corpses all over the field. Within a day, Timur's army had suffered heavy casualties and had almost wiped out the Ottoman Turkish army.

A bloodied man was tied up with ropes and escorted to Timur's horse, and it was none other than Bayezed, the Sultan of the Turkish Empire and the commander of the army.

Timur stared coldly at Bayezet, and said in a cold and ruthless tone with an expressionless face: "I will not kill you, I will let you watch those heretics under your rule die one by one." ”

The languishing Bayesset, smelling the infinite murderous intent in the other party's tone, recalled the tyrannical and unkind slaughter methods of Timur's army in the land of Asia Minor, and suddenly rose to the last of his strength, broke free from the arm of the Timurid knight who held him, and ran head-on into Timur not far away, and cursed angrily: "You are a devil, a demon who is eternally cursed and mad. ”

Timur looked coldly at Bayesset, who was knocked out and dragged away by his subordinates, and turned his head to a knight beside him and ordered: "Order the rear army to hurry up and march to Bursa." It turned out that his army attacking Turkey this time was far more than the 150,000 cavalry today, and there were still a large number of foot soldiers behind.

Under the city of Bursa, the capital of the Ottoman Turkish Empire, in the dense formation of Timur's army, soldiers poured black viscous fire oil on spheres made of grass clippings and cow and horse dung. As the horns of the attack and the drums of war sounded, the soldiers lit the black balls on the huge catapult with torches in their hands.

Under the wave of the catapult's long arm, one by one, the "cannonballs" burning and carrying black smoke crossed the sky, crossed the tall city walls, and flew into the city of Bursa, the head of the city, arousing an exclamation. Huge fireballs of fire slammed into the city's houses and shattered, causing a blaze of flames and smoke billowing up, causing the Turkish soldiers guarding the city to weep.

At the same time, hundreds of huge cannons under the city opened fire one after another, and the cannonballs roared and hit the city, causing a miserable cry, and immediately the rubble and flesh flew sideways.

The Turkish soldiers who defended the city were not to be outdone, and under the roar of the artillery of the city's defense, one by one the deadly iron balls fell from the city, rolling out of the bloody path in the dense formation of Timur's army swarming like an ant colony.

For a time, the armies of both sides launched a bloody battle with artillery, catapults, and bows and crossbows.

Although the defenders relied on the high city to defend it, the Turkish Sultan Bayezid was captured, the main army was lost, and the morale was too bad, and in less than half a day, it was difficult to resist the onslaught of Timur's superior forces regardless of casualties, and the city was lost in several places.

Seeing the Timurid soldiers who rushed to the city, wielding scimitars and slashing in all directions, Timur's eyes could not help but show a hint of fanaticism, because he knew that his men would faithfully carry out his orders and slaughter the city.

As the city gate was smashed open by the rushing car, the face was full of hideous colors, and it was innumerable, like a tide of Timur soldiers like hungry wolves, who killed anyone on sight, whether they resisted to the death or fell to the ground to surrender, whether it was the enemy soldiers with weapons in hand, or the defenseless old and weak women and children, none of them were spared.

In 1402 AD, Timur's army conquered the massacre of Delhi in India, the destruction of Syria, the massacre of Damascus, and the capture of Bursa, the thousand-year-old capital designed by Hannibal and the capital of the Ottoman Turkish Empire.

The Turkish Empire was dying, and while the Europeans, Turks, and Egyptians were terrified by the brutality and good fighting of the Timurid army, the Timurid army under the leadership of its commander embarked on a long way back to the capital Samarkand. The reason why the brutal and murderous Timur suddenly withdrew his troops was naturally not because of pity, because long before the war with Turkey, he had already received news from a distant country, the country called Daming, which he had sent envoys to visit, since the death of the founding king, Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, a great war for the throne broke out in just a few months, after several years of civil war, his uncle rebelled and seized power, and snatched the throne of his nephew. The reason why Timur was unwilling to the Ming Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang in the past and sent envoys to be called ministers was to understand this country that destroyed the Yuan Dynasty. Today, among the four khanates established by Temujin and his descendants, the Yuan Dynasty was destroyed by Zhu Yuanzhang, and the remaining three Chagatai Khanates, the Ilkhanate, and the Golden Horde have been conquered by him one after another.

On the way back from the slow retreat of Timur's army, Timur successively passed down military orders, asking his knights to rush to the three khanates of Chagatai, Il, and Golden Horde, and passed down their own orders, so that those large and small khans and sultans who were still claiming to be the descendants of Genghis Khan on the steppe, but had been conquered by themselves and were prostrate at their feet, came to Samarkand. He was determined to convene an "anti-Ming restoration" conference, so that all the nomadic tribal cavalry who had a bitter hatred for the Ming Dynasty and China could be assembled under his own command into an unprecedentedly large army, following the example of Kublai Khan's army in the past to attack the Song Dynasty, and destroy the Ming Dynasty and China.

From the mouth of the envoy sent to the Ming Dynasty a few years ago, Timur knew that this country was vast, with an uncountable population and an army of millions. Not only were their cities extremely tall and strong, but they even had artificially dug rivers as defenses, and although this extremely powerful country had endured several years of civil war, it was probably not comparable to the Turks. To this end, he wanted to gather a wolf pack in the name of Genghis Khan's deceased descendants, an invincible tribal army, thinking of riding a horse here, he looked back at the direction of the sky and the Ming Dynasty, and his eyes were full of terrible fanaticism.

It was late autumn, and the city of Nanjing was still sweltering. In the imperial study of the Forbidden City, Zhu Quan, the king of Ning, thanked the emperor for his grace, took the iced sour plum soup offered by the palace maid, and drank it all. The appearance of a happy meal made him feel comfortable sitting at the desk, and Zhu Di, the emperor of Yongle who enjoyed the sour plum soup, couldn't help frowning secretly.

Zhu Quanhun didn't realize that he had lost his temper in front of the king, and reached out to wipe his lips, but his big eyes were intently watching Zheng He, who was not far away, directing a few little eunuchs to fiddle with the thing called "Star Plate".