In the city, Pierre ***'s breakout did not go well. He was in charge of the city's horses, although they were also elite Mamluk cavalry, but in the face of the Ming army whose trenches had begun to take shape, these elites armed with Damascus scimitars did not show their due value.

Rare and sharp, the Damascus scimitar did not have the slightest resistance in the face of the volley of firearms. These cavalrymen who rushed out of the city gate didn't even have time to rush to the front of the trench, and even the men and horses fell into the Ming army's not very tight fire net. bμν.

Pierre ***, who failed to break through head-on, started the idea of sneaking out of the city again. That night, Timur's grandson personally led people out of the drainage canals of Samarkand, preparing to quietly leave the encirclement bypassing the Ming army's position. However, Fei Ju, who was bent on encircling the enemy army in the city, had already kept an eye on the canal under Yao Guangxiao's reminder, and after Pierre *** left the city, he was directly like a turtle in an urn and got into the encirclement that the Ming army had already prepared.

"The Great Sultan, His Highness Pier *** has died in battle." A warrior who escaped by chance, one of Pier ***'s men, came to Timur's palace with a mournful face.

There was an uproar all around, although Pier *** was not the most favored grandson of the Sultan, but he died so easily, which made many ministers and generals present couldn't help but feel a little frightened. Timur's face was ugly, and he asked the minister in a deep voice, "But has anyone managed to break through?"

"Nope." The warrior was stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect Timur to pay attention to this matter first. He shook his head, a chill rising in his heart at the Sultan's coldness. Trembling, he continued, "Akito's weapons are too powerful......

"......" Timur didn't say much, just gestured to the side. The guards dragged down the warrior who had fled back to the city with nine lives, and after a sharp blade broke through the air, the mournful cry for mercy came to an abrupt end.

The temple was also silent.

"Who can break through the Ming army?" Timur looked down coldly at the people under the throne.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one said a word.

"Who can break through the Ming army?" He asked again.

Everyone had already felt the murderous aura in Timur's words, but how could they not know the power of the Ming army? Even though they preached that the previous war had been a victory, it was the first time that they had suffered such a setback at the hands of the enemy, who had been invincible in Central Asia......

Putting your life and fortune on the line to fight such a terrible enemy?.qgν.

No, they are not stupid and have a clear understanding of what to do to achieve greater benefits......

Timur glanced at the next group, and the anger in his heart grew stronger. Wise, he could naturally guess everyone's thoughts: Da Ming came from afar after all, and it was impossible to stay here for a long time, rather than desperately fighting with Da Ming's terrible army, it was better to hold Samarkand directly.

After Daming left, he went to recover his property and land.

The sharpness cultivated by the army to conquer the Quartet has been defeated by the army of the Ming Dynasty......

"I don't want to go out of the city." Timur stood up suddenly, first glanced at the generals below, and then walked down the steps on his own.

"Then, let Ben Sultan break through himself."

The Ming army wanted to imprison him, the great sultan, like a flock of sheep, which made Timur feel anger and fear like never before.

But at the same time, it also ignited his long-lost unyielding heart.

As long as the powerful enemy is trampled under his feet, then it will be able to prove that he Timur is stronger than everyone under the blue sky.

"In the vast land, the eagle spreads its wings and flies high, and the iron riders are surging like a torrent, sweeping away thousands of armies. Timur Sultan, you are a fearless warrior, wielding a sword, galloping on the battlefield of war......

The tall city gate slowly opened, and the desolate war song suddenly sounded behind the door, and the Ming army general stationed in this section of the trench felt strange, and he immediately sent someone to report to Fei Ju, guessing that Timur might have to break through in person, Fei Ju and Yao Guangxiao quickly rushed to the front of the position here.

"Does the Thief Chief really dare to break through in person?" Fei Ju still

There is unbelief. "If he doesn't defend a good city, will he be crazy if he makes a mistake? Isn't it some kind of conspiracy of his again?"

"I'm afraid that the thief chief has already seen our intentions." Yao Guangxiao's face was solemn, and the fear of Timur in his heart went up to a higher level. He was under the tutelage of many foreign monarchs, such as the Ashikaga clan shogun, or the Hami king. Where the barbarians belong, there are often not a few wise monarchs.

However, the ambitious Sultan of Timur was an anomaly, and he was the best choice for both bravery and wisdom.

It is true that the two highnesses both think that this person is the great enemy of the great cause of the Ming Dynasty's expansion.

"Master Hou, please be cautious, the thief chief will have a trick to take the arrows and stones. If he is really allowed to escape, it will be a tiger entering the mountains and forests, and there will be endless troubles in the future." Yao Guangxiao reminded Fei Judao.

"Let him have the ability to reach the sky, and he will never think of climbing over the five-fingered mountain of Benhou!" Fei Ju clenched the handle of the knife at his waist.

originally thought that the city was in hand, and Timur would not give up his geographical advantage, so this breakthrough must be just a temptation...... But neither Fei Ju nor Yao Guangxiao expected that Timur, who felt that he was losing control of the empire, in order to cut off the growing anxiety in his heart and make many generals in the city make up his mind, he actually made a decision with great perseverance, abandoned the tall and rich Samarkand, gathered the whole army and began to break through. bμν.

The nomads lived in the cities and hated to live in the cities, they regarded themselves as wolves, regarded the cities as sheepfolds for the lambs, and had always despised the lambs who lived in the cities. Although the Timurid Empire was also a nomadic state, they were not excluded from living in cities after being ***...... However, at this time, seeing the generals who had become cowardly in the face of a strong enemy, Timur made up his mind to restore the glorious nomadic traditions of their ancestors.

City? There is no need, the great emperor of the Timurid Empire, should not have imprisoned himself in the sheepfold!

"Timur Sultan, you are a natural leader who leads us to the light of victory. Sultan Timur, your name endures forever, and you are a warrior blessed by your true ancestors, and you are an eternal fear of the infidels. Sultan Timur ......"

The battle song resounded, and Fei Ju, who was commanding the firecrackers, suddenly found that even though the firecrackers had used their fastest speed to keep firing, the Timurid Empire soldiers pouring out of the city gate were still endless. They allowed the projectiles of the fire guns to reap the lives of their comrades, but they still shouted their name as sultans, and fanatically charged towards the Ming army's trenches.

Leaning on the corpses all over the ground, they were gradually approaching the trench!