Western Asia.

Bruth City.

"Thirty years ago, I conquered the kingdom of Khorezm."

"Twenty years ago, I went on an expedition to the Caucasus and defeated the Golden Horde."

"Ten years ago, I conquered Mesopotamia, and once again defeated the Golden Horde."

"Five years ago, I captured Kabul, Peshawar, Lahore, Batnir, Delhi and other large areas of the kingdom."

"Even the conquest of Asia Minor two years ago, conquering Ankara, Nicaea, and Tumena, facing Constantinople."

Dozens of nobles were pushed down and, under the pressure of the soldiers, knelt down in front of the old man.

Golden tents.

Exquisite carpets, all kinds of expensive goods, and even a Ming self-striking clock, as well as the kerosene lamp in the tent, the lampshade covered with glass, and the paddles can make the wick bigger and smaller, and adjust the brightness of the fire.

The atmosphere of wealth and compulsion, the old man lies in the thick mattress, as if telling ordinary things.

In the distance.

This famous city is full of fire, and the smoke rushes into the sky.

There were faint cries, laughter, and all kinds of noisy sounds in the city, which made the nobles who fell to their knees pale, and some of them prostrated at the feet of the old man, hoping that the old man would give them benevolence.

"My warriors need honor."

"It is the greatest honor of the warriors to ride your horses, to cleanse the warriors with your blood, to burn down your houses, to commit adultery with your wives and children, and to hear the cries of your wives and children."

The old man said the most ruthless words in the world.

The desperate nobles, some scolded the old man, and the soldiers behind him cut off their heads, and the bloody scene frightened the surrounding nobles into not daring to speak nonsense anymore, and they all begged the old man for mercy.

The old man waved his hand.

The generals in the tent laughed.

The noble women were carried away, and the soldiers dragged the crying nobles out to kill their heads.

It's not just the soldiers below who need stimulation, but the soldiers also need stimulation.

The old man's prestige spread throughout this land.

A few days down.

The city of Bruce has become a record of history.

This city, with a population of tens of thousands, has been reduced to ashes and has become an area that people dare not approach, and time will erase everything and make people forget what happened here.

The area of the expedition was too far.

The old man didn't take it to heart, when he came, he plundered all the way in the direction of the Black Sea, and when he returned, he went around in a circle, knowing that the Black Sea area was no longer supplied, and chose to return from the direction of the Mediterranean.

The main force of the army broke through one city after another, and the rest of the army went to the local area to get supplies on their own.

It is like a locust that crosses the border and eats up all productive forces.

It's the turn of the city of Smirnai.

The city was destroyed, women became the playthings of the army, and the chapel became the greatest place of sexual pleasure.

The surrounding Christians, and even the rebels, took the initiative to resist Timur's army, and took various boats and ships from the Mediterranean, all of which were wiped out by Timur's army, which attracted greater revenge.

Burn the city of Ephith to the ground.

Not a single populace of the city remained, including women, who were also killed after being lascivious.

December 1402.

Timur's army gave the Christians an unforgettable pain.

And Timur's force was so strong that it made everyone desperate.

Timur's behavior in Asia Minor, the surrounding powers did not dare to speak out, and even took the initiative to send envoys to give gifts, Shale of Egypt, called himself a vassal state, and worshiped the Timurid Empire.

Even in the prayer of the Golden Day, he took the initiative to chant the name of Timur.

Timur praised.

John VII of the Eastern Roman Empire, in the face of the tragic situation of the Christians, did not dare to stand up against the Timurid Empire, and even took the initiative to send an envoy to the court to maintain peace with Timur.

King Gasdis sent an envoy to Samarkand, following in Timur's footsteps and praying for friendship.

Even in the regions that had been conquered and plundered by Timur, the surviving kingdoms, such as the kings of Edin, Saruhan, and Gastamuni, obediently worshipped Timur as their main kingdom.

Timur was very cheerful.

"You send me goods and goods at regular intervals, according to my requirements, and pay me taxes, and I give you subsistence."

The territorial governance of the Timurid Empire was different from that of the Ming Dynasty.

There is still a shadow of the tax system.

In the areas conquered by Timur, the original nobles paid taxes to the Timurid Empire in the mode of offerings, but after experiencing the slaughter, the land was backward in productivity, and even Timur's various cruel methods could not force the materials needed.

This prompted Timur to conquer more land, like a robber, because there were many soldiers to feed, and he needed to plunder one city after another.

The city was the harvest of the Timurid Empire.

Now.

The richest region of Asia Minor, harvested by Timur, received a large amount of supplies, enough to feed his army for several years, and to expand the army by a moderate amount.

As for the life and death of the local people who have been robbed of all their belongings, it is already the greatest mercy to survive from the butcher's knife, and whether they can survive until next year depends on their respective creations.

This is a tradition that has been handed down from the army on Asian soil to reduce the world's population by a third.

The catastrophe of Asia and the regression of civilization.

But it is the luck of Europe.

At this time.

Timur's army had reached its strongest, both in terms of the size of the army and the morale of the army.

"Do you still think that the most powerful person in the world is Da Ming?"

Timur asked suddenly.

Chen Cheng, who had been imprisoned for several years, was still wearing the clothes he had brought from Daming, but with large patches.

At Timur's suggestion, the soldiers deliberately cut Chen Cheng's clothes and prepared new expensive clothes for him, as long as he wore them, he would become Timur's minister and become a master.

Chen Cheng sewed it himself, and his craftsmanship was not good, but it did not prevent him from wearing old clothes.

The rest of the mission has been killed.

The reason why Chen Cheng was left was because Timur was not satisfied with killing Chen Cheng, but hoped that he would surrender to himself and conquer the other party spiritually.

The Ming Dynasty was the suzerainty to which Timur took the initiative to attach.

And the Ming Dynasty was a new country that defeated the Yuan Dynasty, and it was different from other countries in terms of strength and influence.

Whether it is the Eastern Chagatai Khanate or the Western Chagatai Khanate, it was originally the land of the Tang Dynasty and was deeply influenced by Chinese civilization, not to mention the grasslands in the north and the deep entanglement with the Central Plains.

The envoys from the Ming Dynasty, their self-confidence, made Timur feel threatened, and he couldn't help but be angry in his heart.

So he wants to conquer this man spiritually.

"You have conquered everything by means of slaughter, but the day you die, it will be the moment when your country is torn apart, and how strong it is now, how quickly it will fall."

"Because the land you have laid down is full of anger and hatred against you, unless you kill everyone."

"Then I'll kill everyone."

"You can't."

Chen Cheng smiled and shook his head.

"Your army needs supplies, and materials need people to produce, and if you kill everyone, you will also kill yourself, and no matter how you treat the people, even if they are all your slaves, they will not forget to resist, as long as they wait for the opportunity."

Timur closed his eyes and calmed the anger in his heart.

"What would happen if it was Da Ming?"

Timur opened his eyes and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Daming has its own productive forces, can produce by itself, and does not need to rely on external materials." Chen Cheng said with a smile: "It is the production height that our Chinese civilization has after thousands of years of development. ”

"Isn't it also conquered, so what's the difference."

Timur sarcastically.

"Others can conquer you, so can I, and when I go back, I will take a large army to destroy your country, and let you feel what it means to be desperate."

Chen Cheng quieted down.

Timur thought he was scared and couldn't help but smile.

"China has something to admire, but there must also be shortcomings, so it is not impossible to be defeated, but before defeating Chinese civilization, unless it is in civil strife, it will inevitably suffer the hardest resistance."

Chen Cheng said slowly.

In the past few years, he has suffered a lot and suffered insults, but what can make him persist is the integrity in his heart.

And the integrity comes from the state.

For Daming's love, self-confidence and pride, he endured all the humiliation, not to mention life and death, suffering tempered people's hearts, Chen Cheng's heart was already very strong.

"Including what you said, the Chinese people are also relaying from generation to generation, resisting for several generations, even if your plan succeeds, I believe you won't see that day."

"What's more, today's Ming Dynasty is not the Great Song Dynasty, its own military strength is prosperous, and there are three generations of sage and prince and imperial grandson, this is not what it used to be, don't say that you have one Timur, it is ten Timur, and don't want to defeat the Ming Dynasty, it can be described as wishful thinking, sitting in a well and watching the sky."

"Knock knock."

Suddenly.

Da Ming's self-striking bell, the little man in red struck the gong in his hand.

Chen Cheng smiled.

Timur's face darkened.

"Take it and burn it."

Let the chiming bell be destroyed.

"It's a pity, how innocent the bell is."

Timur got impatient and waved his hand, and the soldiers escorted Chen Cheng back again, but Chen Cheng did not resist.

Out of Jiayu Pass, the sky is full of yellow sand.

It became the biggest problem in the construction of the railway, and it was finally built by manpower, but the invasion of yellow sand made the railway buried in the desert, Hami was a little better, and then the Yining River Valley.

As for the rest of the area, the railway headquarters has abandoned the original plan.

Yang Zhong arrived in Hami by train, there was no longer a railway in front of him, and the members of the mission led by him had a place to arrange camels, not only for people to ride, but also full of supplies.

Thousands of miles along the way, who knows what risks will be encountered on the way, for the safety of the mission, a lot of supplies have been prepared, even nails.

Then through Turpan, Beshi Bali, Weilumu, through the Yining River Valley, arrived at Yili Lili, the more west, not only the desert is more, but also the mountains are more, and all kinds of mountains block the road.

At this time.

It has surpassed the post station system of the Ming Dynasty, and further west, it is all up to the mission itself.

Under the banner of the Ming Dynasty.

The camel team was protected by more than a dozen soldiers, as well as Yang Zhongzheng's envoy, two interpreters, and one clerk, totaling less than twenty people.

When we set out from the capital, it was still summer, and it was already winter in the area near Samarkand, and the mission was missing a person, and the clerk was sick, so he could only stay in the local area, ask the locals to take care of it, and send some supplies.

As for whether they can reunite in China in the end, everything depends on the will of God.

Before they set off, everyone had been clearly told that the journey was dangerous, and everyone wrote a suicide note.

"We are an envoy from the Ming Dynasty, and we have come to see Timur Khan of the vassal state on the order of the emperor of the main country, and you should give a supply to your land, and you must not violate the rules of the vassal state."

According to the map, they have reached the territory of the monarch of Hashan.

But they don't know what the city in front of them is called.

The city is small.

It is said to be a city, but it is actually a stockade.

People looked at Yang Zhong and his party curiously, and the interpreter stepped forward to communicate, but the language was not understood, and finally relied on gestures and guesses to carry out preliminary communication.

Of course, the stockade did not provide supplies, and Yang Zhong took gold and silver to exchange food with the other party.

The mission still has food, but it has not been moved, and it was an emergency reserve.

After inquiry, they learned that this place was not far from the city of Samarkand, and that it was probably a hundred miles away.

Hundreds of miles.

Yang Zhong smiled bitterly in his heart.

In a strange land, relying on the banner of the Ming Dynasty and the name of Timur Khan, the group was in danger, and in the area of the Amu Darya River, they met the two tribes of Nikuli and Hezarai.

Both tribes claimed to have saved Timur's life.

"Timur was wounded and was a cripple, so people called him Timur Ku."

"Timur had a big head."

"I've been a serious person since I was a child, I don't like joy, I hate pretentious people, I like to be direct, I don't learn anything, but I like to deal with readers."

"When he was a child, his family was very poor, and he was injured for stealing sheep, which almost crippled his hand."

"It's not easy for him to grow up smoothly."

After communicating with the people of the tribe, Yang Zhong had to sigh, what the ancestors said: Therefore, the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skin, empty their bodies, and act chaotically.

Started at the end of Qingping, and the waves became between the waves.

It can be described as a portrayal of these heroes.

Although he did not approve of Timur's way of slaughter, and he might have achieved such an achievement, he could not ignore the experience of this person since childhood, and he was not a figure like a saint.

The difference is that the saint has a destiny.

But unlike Timur, who suffered a physical disability.

Finally.

The spring of the thirty-fifth year of Hongwu.

Yang Zhong and his entourage arrived at the capital of the Timurid Empire.

At this time.

They learned that Timur and his sons were fighting the enemy in the far west, and that the officials of the capital had kept them behind and sent someone to inform the Great Khan.

A few months have passed.

During this time, Yang Zhong had good relationships with many people and could casually speak some local words.

Such a talent has been praised by people.

Timur sent a message back to the Ming mission.

So Yang Zhong said goodbye to the people in the capital.

Escorted by the soldiers, all the way to a distance of thousands of miles.

The farther west you go.

The expression on Yang Zhong's face gradually became cautious.

Thousands of miles of uninhabited, thousands of miles without rooster crowing.

The bones are exposed.

The cities were reduced to ruins, no one cleaned up the aftermath, and the soldiers did not dare to approach, fearing that they would contract the disease, so they urged the regiment not to linger and to leave quickly.

The more prosperous the area, the more severely it is destroyed and completely deprived of life.

On the contrary, it is the barren areas that have retained some vitality, and it can be seen that people are resuming production to feed themselves.

They found the banner of the Ming Dynasty indifferent.

When he saw the banner of the Timurid soldiers, his face did not change, and he did not hide or come forward.

Life and death can no longer affect their mood.

They began a kind of spiritual numbness, and the extreme suffering in this land made the people choose to pursue extreme psychological comfort, and the original social model suddenly flourished.

(End of chapter)