On the banks of the Syr Darya River in winter, the sun shines through the thin clouds and reflects the white snow, reflecting a dazzling light, and the army of the Timurid Khanate has set up camp on the banks of the Syr Darya River.

The camp was built along the river and was like a castle of ice, with the soldiers' tents dotted with sparkling in the sunlight after the snow, like countless jewels set in the white fields, and in the open space between the tents, the occasional smoke of cooking for the nobles curled up, intertwined with the cold air, forming a warm picture.

Timur Khan's tent was located in the center of the camp, tall and majestic, and under the light of the sun, it seemed to be covered with a golden veil, which looked particularly mysterious and solemn.

Around the tent, the soldiers stood in formation, their armor glistening in the sun, the tips of their spears glistening with cold light, their faces red from the cold, but the steadfastness and loyalty in their eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Fu An pushed open the thick curtain of the tent, and the dazzling sunlight reflected in the snow made him unable to open his eyes for a while, and when he got used to the light, he looked at the spectacular scene in front of him, even though he was convinced that the Timurid Khanate could not defeat the Ming as an envoy of the Ming Dynasty, he still couldn't help but be amazed.

"Where to go?"

"Go to Haril."

Haril is Timur's favorite imperial grandson, just 21 years old this year, about the same as Zhu Xiongying to Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Zhanji to Zhu Di.

Haril is the eldest son of Timur's third son, Milansha, who worked extremely hard for Timur when he fought in all directions, and also because of the lifelong disability caused by falling off the horse on the battlefield, which made Timur feel guilty, so Haril's body gathered Timur's double love.

But unlike his grumpy brothers, Harille is a funny and humorous man, and if there's any drawback, the only one is that he likes to brag. But it didn't seem to matter, and Haril made a lot of friends as a result, and many of them loved to talk to him.

It is precisely because of this that Khalil is in charge of managing these people who need to limit their movement trajectory on a part-time basis.

Under the leadership of the guards, Fu An followed in the direction of the Syr Darya, these guards were not very vigilant, in the army of more than 100,000 people, no one was afraid that Fu An would escape, but he was afraid that he would not find the way, if he got lost and went to other areas and was killed by some reckless nobles who were drunk and crazy, it would be a disaster

Unlike the Ming army, the ethnic and religious components of the army of the Timurid Khanate were extremely complex, and the nobles were also quite preferential, and the nobles were not forbidden to drink, and now the army on the banks of the Syr Darya River has been stationed for more than 40 days, waiting for the ice of the Syr Darya River to be completely frozen, and under the extreme boredom, there are murderous nobles killing people for fun every day.

But unlike the nobles who had preferential treatment everywhere, the soldiers of the Timurid Khanate were still bitter, these soldiers got up early from the bunks and started a busy day, on the riverside, they stepped on the thick snow, shuttled between the tents, the hot air exhaled turned into a cloud of white mist in the cold air, Fu An secretly observed, although the weather was cold, but their movements were still fast and orderly, showing the strict discipline and tenacious spirit of the Timurid Khanate army.

Although Timur's army was very complex in terms of ethnicity and religion, it was roughly divided into two categories: elite soldiers directly under the nobility and ordinary soldiers, and the arms were divided into cavalry, infantry, artillery, transport, engineering, communication and so on.

In terms of command system, the Timurid Khanate completely inherited the military system of the Mongol Empire, that is, the commander of the ten, the centurion, the commander of the thousand, and the commander of ten thousand, the weapons and equipment are basically uniformly equipped, and there is no need for the soldiers to prepare themselves, and there are military judges in the army.

The training of the army of the Timurid Khanate is also in place, on the surface of the river, the ice is thick and hard, like a silver plain, although it may be difficult for hundreds of thousands of troops to pass, but I think that with the drop in temperature, it is really a matter of these days.

Under the orders of the nobles, the soldiers practiced various trainings on the ice, their armor shining brightly in the sunlight, and the sound of the wind as their spears danced echoed in the silent riverside.

On the surface of the river, groups of soldiers are busy shuttling, wielding hammers, digging small holes in the ice to catch fish, or driving horse-drawn sleighs, transporting supplies and wood, although the weather is freezing, the enthusiasm and vitality of the soldiers make this ice and snow world full of life.

Soon, Fu An found the grandson of Haril.

At this time, he was crouching on the ice, observing the fish below.

"Are you here to ask when we will be able to cross the river?" Haril asked, speaking half-baked Chinese.

"Soon, it's much easier to wait by the river in winter than to pass through the hot and waterless desert for thousands of miles in the summer."

"Come on, I guessed right."

With that, Haril raised his head and looked at his Chinese teacher with a grin.

Regarding Fu An's secret investigation of various intelligences, Hariler did not take it to heart, and even connived at it intentionally or unintentionally.

Unlike his grandfather, who wanted to become the real "Great Khan of All Mongolia", Haril, who was born in the Hezhong region, had no obsession with conquering the East, and in his opinion, it was not necessary to cross thousands of miles over the mountains to occupy a land that was almost entirely desert and next door (Beshibali and the Hexi Corridor of Gansu), as for the so-called Central Plains Flower World, Haril was not even more interested In the eyes of many nobles, Samarkand is the center of the world, and there is everything here, And the territory of the Khanate was already too vast to rule, so why go on an expedition full of uncertainties?

Fu An said straight to the point: "I want to see Bayezid, the emperor of the Ottoman Turkish Empire. ”

"Absolutely."

Haril stood up, rubbed his knees, which were a little numb after squatting for a long time, and said: "The Great Khan has gone to worship the tomb of a saint today, he has no time to take care of these things, I can call the shots, let's go, let's go together." ”

"You look a little sullen today."

"That's true."

"I'm still depressed about not being able to be the Striker Commander, you know, if I become the Striker Commander, then no general is my opponent Grandpa should choose me instead of the Harry Sultan who is rolling in the black mud." ”

Seeing that Fu An did not understand his metaphor, Khalil explained: "My brother fell in love with a black maid who had received tribute from the Mamluks, the kind that could not extricate himself. ”

"Where is Harry Sultan?"

"I don't know."

Khalil was not unreserved, in fact, he received very bad news.

"Grandpa is getting more and more stubborn, and I wish he stopped this terrible expedition."

Haril's lively expression on weekdays has faded a lot, this high-nosed blue-eyed emperor is a little helpless at this time, he does not agree with the expedition to the Ming Dynasty, there are almost no supplies of thousands of miles of expeditions are really taboo soldiers, now the supply is okay, but it is foreseeable, and then the logistics pressure will be very huge, the soldiers can not eat to rely on slaughtering cattle and sheep or drinking camel milk to support, even if they go to the northwest border of the Ming Dynasty, people are sleepy.

The time and place are favorable, and if you don't occupy any of them, how can you win?

If the fortified city in the northwest of the Ming Dynasty can't be gnawed, how can there be anything to enterprising?

Khalil's attitude was not unique, and was held by almost the vast majority of the top of the Timurid Khanate.

Timur's mood is also becoming more and more unstable, not only with many big nobles who hold real power within the family, but also in the past few years, several of Timur's best descendants have died one after another, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man to make him extremely sad, lamenting that he does not have the blessing of Genghis Khan, although he won a hundred battles, but he had to go out himself to solve the problem, but he is almost seventy years old this year.

No one persuaded this old man who was bent on going his own way.

"I hope so, too."

Haril glanced at Fu An deeply, in his opinion, the position of the Great Khan is far more important than the expedition, if the grandfather has three long and two short on the expedition, then he who has the legal inheritance will definitely not continue the expedition, but needs to ease the relationship with the Ming Dynasty, which is also the fundamental reason why he intends to give preferential treatment and win over Fu An, he needs such an intermediary.

Actually, this is not a whimsical thing, if Jiang Xinghuo had not intervened in the historical line, after the death of Timur, Khalil, as his appointed heir, would have fought fiercely with his fourth uncle Shaharu for the throne. Zhu Yunwen gave a thumbs up.

In order to reconcile with the Ming Dynasty, Khalil released the Ming Dynasty envoys Fu An, Yang Dewen and others who were detained by Timur in the early years, and entrusted them to bring the Timurid Empire's desire to reconcile with the Ming Dynasty.

And this act of kindness has also brought unexpected benefits to Khalil.

When the envoys of the Ming Dynasty came to Samarkand with Zhu Di's handwritten letter to mediate the two sides of the civil war of the Timurid Khan, Haril had become a prisoner of his fourth uncle Shaharu, and Shaharu released Haril and gave him the title of Izhan Hei in order to ease the relationship with the Ming Of course, there are also factors that the political traditions of the Ming and the Timurid Khanate are slightly different, the Timurid Khanate is a typical feudal system, even if it is Timur, it only directly governs the core territory centered on the river, and the rest of the huge territory, It was given to feudal lords at all levels by means of sub-feudalization.

The Timurid Khanate, which was similar to the Mongol Empire, lacked the ability and willingness to directly administer the region, so it is not surprising that Shahru behaved towards Khalil in light of the Mongol Khanate's pattern of showing mercy to their opponents and expelling their tribes and subjects during the civil war.

Shaharu, who officially became the Great Khan of Timur, also sent a delegation to Nanjing to meet Zhu Di and send gifts such as leopards and lions, and the two sides restored the superficial clan relationship in the era of Zhu Yuanzhang, and since then they have been friendly exchanges.

In the process of going to the West, Zheng He passed through the territory of the Timurid Khanate in the south of Tianzhu, and also received considerable preferential treatment with the improvement of relations between the two countries.

Otherwise, Zheng He probably would not have had the opportunity to send people to Mecca for pilgrimage, because it is now the territory that the Timurid Khanate grabbed from the Mamluks, and it is not yet the territory of the Aries Dynasty, because the founder of the Aries Dynasty, Kara Osman, participated in the Ankara campaign of the Timurid Khanate as a servant army, and Timur gave him the entire region of Diyarbakr as a fief.

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Among the vast armies of the Timurid Khanate's eastward crusade against the Ming Dynasty, there was a special existence, and that was the captured Ottoman Turkish Emperor Bayezid.

Once the ruler of a kingdom and ruler of all peoples, he was once called the "King of Light" by the Crusaders and nicknamed "Lightning", but now he is a prisoner of the ranks and is bound to this expeditionary army.

Bayezid was placed in the circus, in the company of acrobats, animal trainers, and nobles, and although he was noble, he was not looked at in awe here, but on the contrary, he became the talk of the people after dinner, a plaything for amusement.

Inside the circus tent, the light is dim, and the air is filled with the smell of various animals and the stench of feces.

Bayezid was required to wear a comical costume and perform with the acrobats, and in the dim light, Bayezid wore a comical costume, his movements clumsy and stiff, in stark contrast to those who were agile, and every stumble, every mistake, drew bursts of laughter and ridicule from the nobles who came to watch and pass the time, and their laughter pierced Bayezid's heart like a needle, his heart was dripping blood, but he had to squeeze out a wry smile on his face to meet those merciless gazes.

At the end of the performance, Bayezid would silently drag his tired body back to the corner cage, where his cell and his haven were also his haven, and the cage was surrounded by thick curtains, isolated from the noise and prying eyes of the outside world, in this small space, Bayezid could temporarily forget his humiliation and plight, and immerse himself in the memories of the past.

Bayezid was the son of Murad I, he was not a mediocre king, on the contrary, almost all the monarchs of the great empires of the East and West in this era were a generation of famous generals, when the Hungarian king Lajos II, who was married to Austria, rejected Murad I's peace initiative, and then the first Kosovo campaign that decided the fate of the Balkans broke out, and Bayezid's father Murad I was assassinated at the beginning of the campaign, Bayezid was forced to take the throne in the army, and had to face a seemingly extremely unfavorable war situation, This young man annihilated the allied forces of Serbia, Bulgaria and other countries through his calm command, captured and killed its commander, Duke Lazar, and conquered Serbia and Bulgaria.

Eight years earlier, Bayezid had fought a 100,000-strong crusader against the Hungarian and Polish armies under the command of King Sigismund of Hungary, as well as English and French knights, at Fort Nico.

If it weren't for Timur's expedition to the west, it is estimated that Bayezid was not in the circus at this time, but sitting on a high throne in Constantinople. It can only be said that Timur saved the life of the Byzantine Empire.

In the Battle of Ankara, unlike the stupid Western European knights, Timur used a higher mobility than the Ottoman Turkish army to bypass the defense line and copy its rear road from the south, forcing the Ottoman Turkish army to the plain for a decisive battle, and the two countries that are also good at cavalry began a decisive battle that decided the fate of the two countries under the personal command of their respective monarchs, but soon the accident happened, and the 20,000 Mongol-Turkic cavalry guarding the right flank of the Ottoman Turkish army were surrendered and mutiny by Timur's old master, The chain reaction was that the Anatolian forces and some of the Guards, nearly 20,000 people, were also forced to surrender, and the Ottoman Turkish army was crushed.

However, Timur, who learned of the success of Zhu Di's martyrdom, did not continue to annex the Ottoman Turkish Empire, or even occupy the Byzantine Empire, but divided the old Turkish territory equally among Bayezid's four sons, and Bayezid himself was imprisoned and treated as a trophy, and Timur would even use him as a footstool to force Bayezid's Serbian wife to dance in front of his courtiers.

Bayezid looked at the bars of the cage, and sometimes he wanted to die in a headfirst crash.

The reality was cruel, and Bayezid's ears rang with the laughter of the audience and the whipping of the animal trainers, which constantly reminded him that he was no longer the high Ottoman Emperor of the Turks, but a prisoner at the mercy of others.

Bayezid's heart is full of pain and despair, he once had endless power and glory, but now he has no control over his own destiny, he does not know what the future holds, he does not know whether he will be free, he can only silently endure humiliation and pain in this strange environment, looking forward to the day when he can return to his homeland and regain the throne.

However, reality cruelly told him that all this was just an unattainable dream.

Feeling lonely and helpless like never before in this strange environment, Bayezid began to doubt his own worth and the meaning of his existence, and he asked himself: Who am I? Is it the once glorious emperor, or is it the humiliated prisoner now? Where is my future? Will you regain your freedom, or will you perish forever?

These questions engulfed Bayezid's mind like a whirlpool of darkness, plunging him into endless struggles and pain. He didn't know the answer, he didn't know what the future would hold, he could only endure it in silence, looking forward to the day when he would be able to break free and regain his freedom.

In the dim, foul-smelling cage, Bayezid sat alone, as usual, staring blankly ahead, as he had spent every day since he was captured, as if time had lost its meaning.

The curtain of the cage was gently lifted, and a bright light came through, Bayezid squinted his eyes slightly, and saw two figures standing against the light, one of them was the tall Timurid Emperor Sun Khalil, his face was soft in the light, and the other person, although he did not know him, could be seen from the unique costume, it should be the rumored Ming envoy who was detained.

Haril was the first to speak, his voice echoing through the empty tent: "Emperor Bayezid, we have come to see you." ”

The people here were all temporarily driven away by him.

As he spoke, he motioned for Fu An to move forward.

Fu An walked up to Bayezid with heavy steps, gave him a deep look at the former Ottoman Turkish Emperor, and then slowly bowed with his hands.

This strange behavior surprised Bayezid, he was slightly stunned, and then came back to his senses, about the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty, so he also saluted in response.

"Envoy Fu An, why are you here?" Bayezid's voice was hoarse and deep, revealing an indescribably complex emotion.

The two sides still used Persian to converse, which was the lingua franca of West and Central Asia at this time, and the royal families and envoys of all countries were basically able to speak.

Fu An sighed lightly and said, "Like you, I also became a prisoner of the Timurid Khanate. However, the grandson of Khalil was kind to me, so that I would not be too difficult here. ”

Bayezid was silent for a moment, and then said with a wry smile: "It turns out that we are all fallen people from the end of the world. ”

Haril interjected on the side: "Emperor Bayezid, you don't have to be too pessimistic, although you are a prisoner now, it does not mean that there is no hope for the future, maybe one day, you can be free again." ”

Bayezid didn't respond to Haril's words, he just looked at Fu An silently, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, he knew that Fu An, as the envoy of the Ming Dynasty, must have his own mission and responsibility, and now, both of them are trapped here, unable to complete their mission, this helplessness and frustration make Bayezid feel even more painful and desperate.

But Bayezid is not hopeless, because in Bayezid's heart, the Ming Dynasty, as one of the most powerful empires in the known world, is not a soft persimmon to pinch.

In any case, if Timur's expeditionary army had problems or was defeated by the Ming army, there was a good chance that he would regain his freedom and return to his homeland.

Therefore, Bayezid very much wanted to deal with Fu An.

Fu An was also informed of the changes in the foreign policy of the Ming Dynasty, Fu An was very excited, he walked thousands of miles, was taken to visit the entire Timurid Khanate, and those scholars who stayed in the country, Fu An was very aware that only the Ming turned to foreign aggressiveness, in order to have the opportunity to interact with these great powers in the west, such as the Ottoman Turkish Empire, the Byzantine Empire, the Mamluk Dynasty, the Holy Roman Empire, etc., and this is where he Fu An comes in.

Throwing a pen from Rong Ban Dingyuan, who doesn't want to be it?

Therefore, Fu An also wanted to have a good relationship with Bayezid, so that if the other party really got out of trouble and re-ascended the throne because of the rescue of the Ming army in the future, then the Ottoman Turkish Empire would not become an obstacle to the westward movement of the Ming Dynasty.

If the Timurid Khanate becomes the Great Khan from Haril in the future, with the character of Haril, there will not be much conflict with the Ming Dynasty.

In this way, the two regional hegemon-level powers to the west may be able to live in peace with the Ming Dynasty, and many things will be much easier to plan.

Therefore, Fu An, who had been under house arrest for a longer time, did not seem to be depressed, he looked up at the top of the circus tent, and then turned to Bayezid and said: "You can't go without Hongyi, there is a long way to go. This is an old saying of our Ming Dynasty, which means that even if we are in a difficult situation, we cannot give up hope, and the future is still very long. I believe that as long as I persevere, I will one day regain my freedom. ”

Bayezid listened to Fu An's words, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart, he glanced at Fu An deeply, and then nodded heavily, at this moment, he seemed to have found a trace of strength to persevere.

Khalil then spoke to him for a moment as well.

The light in the tent gradually dimmed, but Bayezid's mood was much brighter than before, he knew that he was not alone, and there were people like Fu An who accompanied him to face the difficulties, although the future was still full of unknowns and challenges, but at least at this time, he felt hope and warmth.

It was inconvenient for Fu An to say too much, and he left the circus tent with Haril later.

At noon, the sun was warming, and the soldiers in the camp sat around the fire, from seasoned veterans to young people who had set foot on the battlefield for the first time, enjoying steaming food together, their faces filled with satisfaction and happy smiles, as if at this moment, all the cold and exhaustion were dispelled by the warm light of the fire and delicious food.

Further afield, the camp fell silent, broken only by the occasional sound of horses and the footsteps of patrolling soldiers.

Haril stopped, and Fu An followed.

"Do you have something to say to me?"

Fu An's senses were keen, and Haril said, "Even if you don't come to me today, I should come to you." ”

Without waiting for Fu An to ask, Haril took the initiative to say: "I want to tell you two things, they are all confidential, it is up to you whether you want to listen or not, if you listen to it, then there is no turning back, once the secret is leaked, I may not have anything, but I am afraid that death will be the most enjoyable thing for you at that time." ”

Although it is secrecy enough, Harille is still careful, he speaks the Chinese taught to him by Fu An, although it is a little half-baked, but he can basically express the meaning clearly.

"Say it."

Fu An glanced at Haril deeply, on the surface he was not shocked, but his heart couldn't stop beating wildly in his chest.

He had waited too long for the day when the turning point came.

"First thing, Harry Sultan's vanguard army is in big trouble."

"What's the big trouble?"

Haril's brow furrowed when he heard the question, and he didn't seem to know how to answer.

After thinking about the words and sentences, Haril said it to Fu An in Chinese, for fear that Fu An would not understand, and explained the key words in Persian.

"Harry Sultan has encountered a strange fortress that cannot be conquered?"

"Yes."

Haril nodded heavily, in fact, from the letters he saw, he couldn't imagine what this "strange fortress that could not be conquered" in Harry Sultan's mouth looked like.

"It's a gray-white fortress, not stones, not sand, not shells. Not all known materials in this world, even the color engineers who have been fighting with the army for many years cannot make out the identification. ”

"The fortress made of this material is like an irregular prismatic shape, and it is so impregnable that even the return cannon (heavy counterweight trebuchet) carried by Harry Sultan could not do much damage, and any known siege weapons were ineffective, not even fire and artillery blasting."

Haril looked into Fu An's eyes: "Teacher Fu An, tell me, what is this kind of fortress that did not appear when the Mongols conquered Xiangfan?" ”

Although Fu Anxin was happy, he was at a loss on the surface.

"I don't know."

Fu An really didn't know, so all his expressions seemed so flawless.

The best acting skills are not acting.

Haril already believed that Fu An didn't know, because not to mention Fu An, who had been away from Daming for several years, even the spies who had just been sent out last year hadn't figured it out, and there was no information about this strange fortress.

The only thing there was was a message that looked like a rumor.

- This is some kind of immortal art of the Ming National Master named Jiang Xinghuo.

Immortals?

Haril scoffed.

If there really are any miracles and immortals in this world, the Battle of Fort Nico, how come the 100,000 crusaders have not been blessed by God? In the battle of Ankara, why didn't the devout gods of both sides intervene? Could it be that Chengdu is busy fighting in the sky?

Living in the Timurid Khanate, a country of diverse beliefs, because everyone believed in different gods, Khalil didn't believe much in the things that these gods talked about.

"Have you heard of or know Jiang Xinghuo?" Harriel asked again.

Fu An's answer was the same as last time, Haril nodded with satisfaction, Fu An didn't lie, because according to the intelligence of the Timurid Khanate, it was indeed impossible for Fu An to know Jiang Xinghuo from the point in time.

At this time, Fu An's heart was both surprised and worried.

He was surprised that Timur's vanguard army was helpless in the face of Hamiwei's strange fortress, and he was worried that Jiang Xinghuo was another character similar to Lin Lingsu, the national teacher of the Great Song Dynasty, and the so-called "immortal art" was just pretending to be a ghost.

"It's very tricky, because according to intelligence, more than a dozen new forts like Hamiwei have been built in the Hexi Corridor, and they have been gnawed one by one, and I am afraid that they will not be able to be gnawed down in a few years."

Khalil no longer pretended to be and went straight to the point.

"The second thing is that the health of the Great Khan is not very good."

Timur had been drinking heavily since he arrived at the Syr Darya, and now on the banks of the Syr Darya, because of various reasons such as internal disputes and his inability to be affectionate for a long time, alcoholism has become a good way for Timur, who is scarred by the battlefield, to suffer pain and numb himself.

Arak soju became his favorite instead of wine, a spirit extracted from fermented palm juice and matched with rice and molasses, which had the longevity of rice wine and was sweet and delicious, the only problem being that it was too strong for an elderly warrior.

"Today the Great Khan did not go to the tomb of the saint, but fell ill, and his alcoholism caused him to have a cold and a high fever, and going to the mausoleum to pay respects was only an external rhetoric to delay time."

Haril's words were like a cold dagger, piercing the already thin warmth, and his blue eyes were full of gloom, like the sky before a storm, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

Every word of this sentence was like a hammer on Fu An's heart, who had been in the Timurid Khanate for several years and knew very well what Timur's health meant to the entire army, and indeed to the prisoners.

At this age, if the high fever does not go away, then a life is just a matter of an overnight thing.

"I have prepared a fast horse, water, and passage vouchers for you, if there is really a case, you set off with my personal guards, they will escort you to the Ming Dynasty to meet the Ming Dynasty's supreme commander in Gansu, General Pingqiang, Xining Marquis Song Sheng, I remember you told me that when you went out of the Western Regions, you saw him."

Song Sheng is a veteran of the Hongwu Kingdom, not only with Lan Yu to conquer the Western Regions, but also the four towns of Liangzhou, before and after more than 20 years, in Gansu can be said to be extremely prestigious, Zhu Di also trusted him, handed over the military, government and civil affairs of Gansu to him.

However, because the Ming Dynasty had a weak army in Gansu, when Iskanda, the emperor of another foreign Timurid Khanate, attacked Khotan three years ago, Song Sheng did not make any moves.

"When the time comes, there will be a word for him."

"What do you want me to say to Xining Hou?"

Fu An was in high spirits.

"Send General Song a great battle exploit, drag Harry Sultan, and I will cut off his supplies."

Haril's expression was calm and terrifying, completely devoid of the way he used to be when he was bragging and bragging to others, as if he was talking about an innocuous matter.

In fact, among Timur's grandchildren, Iskanda, who is the most capable of fighting, has now been placed under house arrest, and as long as Hari Sultan does not return, then Haril, who already has the legal right to inherit, will no longer be invincible among Timur's grandchildren.

The only thing to worry about is his fourth uncle.

The result of the Battle of the Ming Dynasty made Haril feel very unhappy.

The same favored grandson who is close to the water and the first to get the moon, and the fourth uncle who is also brave and good at fighting, has to let Haril weigh whether Shaharu will also give him "appeasement".

In fact, if you look at Shaharu's life experience, he does take the standard "fourth uncle" template.

As Timur's youngest son (not including illegitimate children), Shah Ruh was born in the era when Timur had just established the khanate, and his youth received a good religious and cultural education in the court of Samarkand, proficient in Persian, Chagatai and Arabic, fond of literature and art, good at riding and archery, both civil and military, and was enshrined in Khorasan seven years ago.

If there is no change in the historical line, Shaharu will then take advantage of the betrayal of the rebel general to raise an army from the fiefdom of Khorasan, march into the river to seize Samarkand, and then unify the territory of the former Timurid Khanate except for Western Persia.

Then it's time for the "fourth uncle" to do it, move the capital.

Shahru moved the capital to Herat, which made it easier to control the Persian region, and then during his more than forty years of reign, in addition to uniting the territory and quelling rebellions everywhere, he devoted his main energies to domestic construction to restore the damage caused by his father's wars, mainly by taking measures to develop agriculture, handicrafts and commerce, building irrigation projects, opening new trade routes, establishing post stations, and rebuilding and building new major cities, which brought prosperity to the entire Timurid Khanate. And Herat and Samarkand became synonymous with the golden age of Persian literature and art.

Subsequently, he will follow the template of the "fourth uncle" in his later years and die of illness on the way to counterinsurgency.

vassal kings, raising troops, seizing the throne, moving the capital, and prosperous times, plus "born in war and dying on the journey".

If Zhu Di saw it, he should feel that this was his long-lost half-brother.

But the future is not known to these two people.

At this time, although Fu An's heart trembled, he still reluctantly agreed, and then he asked a very concerned question.

"What about Yang Dewen?"

"He and the rest of the Ming Mission have to stay."

Fu An nodded and didn't say anything more.

This is the proper meaning of the question, on the one hand, the other members of the mission are unwilling and inconvenient for him to let go, and on the other hand, it is to affect him, so as not to make mistakes for Fu An.

The wind howled as if to herald an impending storm, and in the center of this storm, the fate of Haril, Bayezid and Fu'an, and the fate of the entire expeditionary army were like flickering candles, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

(End of chapter)