Dawn.

"Dawn of blood!"

Ambassador Yang walked through the city of Osh, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

But the battle was not over, and the Dugrat soldiers were still searching the city for the hidden young men and then hacking them to death.

Groups of women and children were driven to the control areas occupied by the various units.

The attack came so suddenly that the city's young men had no chance to escape, and most of Osh's elite had already rushed to Tashkent, and those who remained were only partial.

Yang Feng brought an army of 60,000, and the city did not have a population of 60,000 combined!

In this way, he walked on the corpses and blood all over the ground, until he reached the city wall, Zhang Fu was admiring the vast land under the first rays of sunshine, and the empty plain spread forward......

"It seems to be better here than in southern Xinjiang!"

Zhang Fu said.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? This is the Han Dynasty of the Great Wan Kingdom, Tianma from the West Pole, through thousands of miles to return to virtue. Chengling descended to foreign countries, wading in quicksand.

This is what Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty said about the West Pole.

As for southern Xinjiang, it's just the quicksand he said.

This can be said to be the best place in the whole river, and it is very suitable for farming, but it is still a little too far for us, and the control is very difficult, how did we get here, you also feel it, compared to us, this is equivalent to another world, even if the Tang Dynasty built the fortress to Shule and Broken Leaves, it is only a clan girl who kissed here.

Then as a vassal.

If we want to really farm here, we have to do it step by step, at least until we farm in Kashgar, we don't have time to think about expanding here. ”

Yang Feng said.

The Fergana Basin is indeed the most suitable for farming, but it has to be done step by step, so far the reclamation of the Ming Dynasty is only to Hami, even if Zhu Di wants to establish a country in the Western Regions, then the Ili River Valley must be developed first, and the agricultural conditions there are no worse than here. And even if you want to develop at the same time, you have to develop southern Xinjiang first, after this toss, there is arable land in southern Xinjiang, and immigrants from the interior can take over directly.

Quxian, Aksu, Baicheng, Kunkuo.

All good places.

Let Zhu Di build a feudal city in Yili, and then ask Zhu Yuanzhang for a few more guards, like him, who is thousands of miles away, it's not too much to ask for six guards, right?

Three in southern Xinjiang, two in the Ili River Valley, and one in Broken Leaves.

And since he is here, Daming, both Anxi and Beiting, command the envoys, and they will definitely be set up.

Beiting doesn't have to continue to be in Beishibali, after all, Sha Michagan is also a good dog, and the conditions there are actually not good, instead of going there, it is better to build a new city, build one in the Urumqi area, and then name it Dihuawei, this name is still very good. Anxi was originally Qiuzi, just restore Qu Xian to Qiuziwei, but in this case, Zhu Di had better place to place his guards, after all, he is a vassal king, and he is not a secession, and the court still has the right to rule here.

But places like Ferghana really have to be talked about later.

"In that case, should we have to get a few dogs here first?"

Zhang Fu said with a smile.

Then he pointed to a group of Warats who were happily carrying boxes.

"It makes sense, but you can't just look at them."

Yang Feng touched his chin and said sinisterly.

Then he shouted to the Warats, who looked up suspiciously, and when they saw that it was him, they fell to their knees and saluted.

"Go find Ugqi Hashha, and by the way, call the one in Kashgar called Hashiha."

Yang Feng said.

The latter is the local Haoqiang in Kashgar, and the Kubada family is no longer worthy of rule, so it is natural to choose another person in the following Haoqiang, and this Ha is only respected because of the Hajj, and originally Ha is only an honorific title for a pilgrim like him.

Soon he and Ugqi Hashkha came over.

"Ha, I'm a straightforward person, I'll make it clear, I'm going to take Andijan, Uzgen, Ahxi, Marjilan, Kokand, Khujand in the next city, but neither I, nor the Ming Emperor, have no interest in this land, so I have a proposal, first of all, Warat has made a lot of efforts this time, and the loss is also very large, but Yili has taken that place, which is actually done by Shamicha, and this should still be returned to him.

Therefore, I am going to ask the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty to make you king, and then move the tribe to this area. ”

Yang Feng said to Ugqi Hashha.

"Ambassador, I listen to the ambassador."

The latter said very simply.

He really doesn't care.

He is nomadic.

Changing pastoral areas is a routine operation, and he also knows very well that the abundance of water and grass is almost the same as that of the Ili River Valley.

"As for Ha Zhi, all your relatives have been killed by Timur, and even if you go back now, it will still be a ruined city, and compared with Kashgar, this side is obviously better, so my proposal, you should simply divide a place, together with the captured women, and want the city to have a city, a woman to have a woman, and a field and livestock.

It's your temple, and there are some of them here.

If you like to do business, then this place also controls the trade routes, and you will still have to go here for trade from the sunny land to the river.

How wonderful!

Then I ask the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty to also crown you king. ”

Yang Feng then said to Ha only.

The latter thought for a moment......

It seems to make a lot of sense.

Kashgar has been destroyed, their relatives are gone, and they have to rebuild the city when they go back, and Osh or Andijan, everything, kill all the men there, everything is their own, or they will not be able to transport much back in the face of the difficulty of crossing the Tielek Daban.

Change homes.

Changing homes was perfect.

"Ambassador, little listen to the ambassador."

Ha only said very simply.

"That's all right, it just so happens that you are a nomad and a city dweller, you can only divide each city to your subordinates to be the lord of the city, and the pastures outside the city are given to the warat nomads, they also need your food, you also need their help, and trade with each other in the future."

Yang Feng said.

Can this still get along?

A group of Warat and a gang of Dugrat believe differently, the nationality is different, and they all have enmity, Ugqi Hashha's lost subordinates, but they are all under the attack of Timur and Kugangda, they also pulled a lot of Dugrat soldiers before they died, and the first wave of attack on Kashgar was Ugqi Hashha, and their raids also killed many outlying villages.

And then these two forces coexist in the Ferghana Basin, and they are not given a clear division, so that they can mix and mingle.

It doesn't matter now, after all, there are not many people.

Originally, there were more than 10,000 Dugrat soldiers in Kashgar, and there were only 10,000 young men under Ugqi Hashha, and it is estimated that they could increase after the battle, after all, there will definitely be surrenders, and they will also capture a large number of women and slaves, but this land is enough for them to be safe. It will be different after ten years, the friction between each other will increase, and then provoke them to fight, and at that time, the Ming Dynasty's immigrants in the Western Regions will have a stable number, and they can expand to this land.

Perfect.

Of course, for now, all we can say is that we have made a plan.

"Then let's fight together for your land, for your women, for your wealth!"

Ambassador Yang shouted.

Then, having completed the post-war division of interests, the hungry wolves left five thousand men to guard the wealth and women they had plundered in Osh, and the rest moved on two days later.

The goal is Andijan.

At this time, this terrible news has reached Andijan and Uzgen at the same time, at the same time that Yang Feng's troops are approaching Andijan, the emir of Uzgen personally led almost all the men's legions to kill Osh, but he didn't know that Yang Feng was actually playing the east and west, just when he was about to arrive in Osh, he learned that Yang Feng personally led the army to raid Uzgen, and the emir hurriedly returned to the defense in a panic......

On the banks of the Karadalia River on the southern branch of the Syr Dary.

"It's up to you whether you can wipe out all the enemy forces."

Yang Feng said to Song Xuan.

The latter took a tactical cluster of his Shenji battalion, and was already arrayed on the riverside, which was a pass, and behind them was the city of Uzgen, with barren mountains on both sides, and the Karadalia River in the middle, and the Uzgen army defending in the distance was rushing wildly. As long as Song Xuan stuck this pass, the 10,000 men of the Uzgen emir would not be able to go back, and then they would be easily killed by the tens of thousands of cavalry outside.

None of this can even be called a real army.

Except for the 2,000 cavalry, the rest are all half-old men and half-grown men, and those who can really fight follow Timur!

It has to be said that Timur pitted them bitterly.

"The ambassador can rest assured that if an enemy army is allowed to pass, the last general will be court-martialed."

Song Xuan said with a smile.

At the same time, he raised his binoculars and looked at the pile of whitebeards in the distance......

"After all this, you dare to counterattack Osh, are these guys all crazy?"

He sighed.

"That's right, let's all go into their world, it's strange if you're not crazy."

Yang Feng said.

Uzgen is the dividing line between the world they know and the pagans.

For them, it is not only the geographical boundaries that are now being breached, but also the psychological ones.

A gap was opened in their world.

Enemies from another world are pouring in through this gap, and as night watchmen in a sense, they have no choice but to fight with all their might.

And then......

"Kill!"

Ambassador Yang raised his greatsword and shouted at the cavalry around him.

"Kill!"

Ugqi Hashha roared.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng rushed towards the Uzgen cavalry that was rushing wildly, and behind him, the Varat cavalry who had already booked this land, roared madly and rushed forward, the two cavalry instantly collided together, and between them with the cold light of the giant sword cutting through the air, the severed limbs flew out, and the blood rushed straight to the sky. However, Yang Feng only brought a striker, so the vast majority of Uzgen soldiers, still under the leadership of the emir, rushed to the pass where they went home.

And then......

"Put!"

Song Xuan's roar rang out after they rushed into range.

According to the rules of the Shenji Battalion, the commander must stand in front, so with his roar, the three rows of musketeers beside him opened fire at the same time, and the cavalry less than ten feet away fell in pieces, and then all the musketeers retreated, and the dense spear forest pointed forward. The Uzgen cavalry, who had no other way home but here, looked at what was familiar behind them, and went madly past their fallen companions, rammed into the formation of infantry with spears, and then crashed into the grove of spears one by one.

Their dead bodies blocked the front of the attack, and the other cavalry had to raise their bows and arrows behind the dead bodies to aim at the Ming army.

But the arrows they shoot are almost meaningless.

The armor on the latter's body is almost immune to cavalry bows, which are all made by the latest smelting and heat treatment technology.

The cuirass was three millimeters thicker at most.

And there is also a cotton and silk lining inside.

The result of this cuirass test is that thirty strokes are immune to all bows and arrows, but the infantry's strong crossbows can barely shoot through, but the same three-eyed guns can't penetrate, and the small shotguns of rapid-fire guns can't penetrate either, unless the upper god guns and large shotguns can't penetrate.

As for the cavalry bow, it could not be shot three feet away.

The hapless Uzgen soldier shot arrows at them in desperation, then watched as his own arrows bounced off them.

And then......

The reloaded musketeers stepped out and pulled the trigger at them a few feet away.

Flames erupted, and gunsmoke filled the air.

The corpses of the Uzgen soldiers, almost staring at everything familiar behind the Ming army, they could even vaguely see the city of Uzgen, an ancient castle located relatively high, on a platform in the middle of the river.

Then their dead bodies fell.

And at this time, behind them, the companions who were blocked were facing a merciless killing.

Yang Feng, who wielded the giant sword, slashed frantically among them alone, the whole person had turned blood-red, and no one dared to face him, but the problem was that there was a blocked pass in front, and it was still surging behind, and it was difficult for everyone to crowd away from him, so he could only watch his giant sword slash in front of him, and watch the blood-colored demon king get closer and closer in the splash of flesh and blood.

And behind them, Dugrat was surrounded and squeezed, Warat, Beshbali, Mongolia, and Sari Vultures, like driving prey on a hunting ground, squeezing all the Uzgen soldiers forward, squeezing around Yang Feng's giant sword, satisfying Ambassador Yang's desire to kill. And those Uzgen soldiers who had not been hacked to death for the time being continued to storm the pass in vain and desperately, impacting the phalanx of the Ming army, and then being shot one by one by the steady output of bullets.

Or be poked to death by a dense line of spears.

Some desperate Uzgen soldiers even dismounted and then tried to walk the barren hills next to them, or rush to the river.

But there is no point.

The river is really not very deep, and they can walk.

But......

The power of the magic weapon can ensure that the chain mail on their bodies can be pierced within half a mile, and the Ming army is a Spanish phalanx, and there are not only musketeers on the front, but there are only more musketeers on the front.

But the four corners are four small musket phalanxes, and the entire pass is only two or three hundred meters wide, and they are stuck in the middle, not to mention the inside of the pass, and even the mountains on the opposite bank are covered by the firing range.

Escape?

There's no escape!