Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 31 Taiji South Conquers the Courageous Heroes

Nomudale led 6,700 warriors from Little Yuledus, climbed over Botutu Mountain, and arrived outside the city of Chali on the west side of Bosten Lake. The southern expedition route chosen this time was different from the last time, and they vowed to capture this important town.

He lurked his troops in the forest outside the city and sent people disguised as business travelers to find out the news. The governor who learned of the loss of Chali was originally Prince Abdullaha of Turpan. Abdullaha was ordered to move to Liucheng and took away 5,000 elite soldiers. Now there are only 1,200 old and weak soldiers in the city. Even so, this is an important town in the west of Turpan. The city is strong and there are three bronze cannons at the top of the city, so it is not easy to fight.

"Dataiji, our Otok is close to Chalichan, and we are familiar with the local people. We are willing to disguise ourselves as businessmen and defraud this city," Aldar, Shuoqi, and Erkataji said in unison. These two are Xiao Noyan of the Huite tribe. They are weak and can only survive by relying on the Huite tribe, so they are quite loyal to Nomudale. In this southern expedition, Nomudale ordered two men and 1,500 subordinates to be the vanguard.

"That's very good, but you have to be careful," Nomudale told him.

The early morning wind makes people's faces hurt, but Aini has long been used to it. The name "Aini" means rich in Uighur language. He was indeed very wealthy, coming from a wealthy noble family, and later found a way to get attached to Prince Abdullaha. When the prince went to Liucheng, he was allowed to serve as a chali and lose Ishhanbek to guard this important border town.

This person is also considered dedicated. Since taking office, he has been inspecting the city wall every day and has not dared to slack off. Early this morning, he went to the city with more than a dozen personal guards.

As usual, an endless stream of merchants crowded the city gate. Bazalbek (the tax collector) and a few soldiers leisurely registered supplies and collected the city gate tax. If you rely on mountains, you will eat mountains. If you rely on water, you will eat water. If you rely on golden roads, you will eat this road. This is a thin man, extremely shrewd, and will never charge less if he can. It is extremely difficult to evade his taxes.

Aini glanced at him with a smile, which meant: Don't forget my share; the other party returned the same ambiguous look, which meant: Don't worry, brother, we will make a fortune together.

How wonderful everything is! Thanks to this golden road, countless officials have been fattened.

"Make way, make way, my lord, please do me a favor." A fat man with jewels and jewels all over his body squeezed forward and handed Bazaar Burke a heavy money bag. Behind him were two to three hundred men driving carts, who were obviously the shopkeepers of some big business.

Bazaarbuk opened the purse and saw gold! It was actually a bag of shiny gold! Although he was very satisfied in his heart, he kept a straight face and said, "Where did you come from as a caravan? You don't carry any contraband, do you?"

After speaking and pouting, the soldiers behind him went to the cart to search randomly. Some even poked at the goods with long spears.

"Please be accommodating, sir." The big fat man obviously knew the rules and quickly took out a smaller money bag.

Bazalbek weighed it in his hands. He estimated that he could squeeze no more money from the other party, so he finally relaxed and said, "Let's go to the city."

"Thank you very much," the big fat man bent down to thank him and shouted to the man to push the cart into the city.

Something went wrong when the last car entered the city. The wheels of the car were damaged and the city gate was blocked.

"What's going on? Move the car out of the way," Bazaar Burke roared.

"Right away, right away", the big fat man apologized hurriedly, and suddenly took out a big knife from under the car, and it was in his pocket. Bazalbek's head flew out and hung in the air, with a frightened expression on his face. The guys also took out the hidden weapons from the cars, killed the scattered defenders, and controlled the city gate. What kind of caravan was there? It was clearly a well-trained army!

"Woo~wu~wu~"

The loud horn sounded, and the Mongolian troops swarmed in from the city gate.

"Don't panic, they're just a bunch of thieves, stand up for me," Anibok called to his men to resist. However, he found that he only had a dozen personal guards following him. Most of the elite soldiers were taken to Liucheng by Prince Abdullaha. Most of the defenders were old and weak. How could they have the courage to fight the enemy?
The big fat man rushed to Aini, chopped him down with a knife, and made a coquettish posture: "Huite Taiji Erke will kill the enemy here."

The sneak attack went smoothly. The Mongolian army wiped out a thousand enemies with more than 20 casualties, and captured 700 prisoners alone.

Nomudalei was admiring the results of his victory when Qianhu Xirimo from the Firearms Battalion came over happily and said, "Datai Ji, my slave found three bronze cannons at the top of the city."

In recent years, the Huite Ministry has kept a low profile and its economic strength has increased a lot. Nomdale ordered people to buy two cannons and more than 200 muskets from Samarkand. His own weapons factory also produced more than 100 muskets and formed a musket battalion of 400 people. "Haha, you, you can't move your legs when you see the cannon. Let's take down the cannon from the city wall and set up an artillery battalion. It will be used when attacking the city," Nomudale scolded with a smile.

Soldiers need to be quick, and Nomudale, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, naturally knows this truth. After only one day of rest after losing his strength, he crossed the Haidu River and went to Tiemenguan to fight.

There are only three hundred defenders at Tiemenguan, but it is a stone city and very strong.

"The platform is auspicious, but the city is small but strong. A hard attack may hurt Erlang's life. Why not let the prisoners attack the city?" Batu and Tan offered a plan.

Nomudale nodded and ordered Qian Hutuoli to lead the troops to force them to surrender and attack the city.

Five bronze cannons fired a salvo at Tiemenguan, but only left some traces on the solid city wall. The pass is still majestic.

"Attack the city!" Nomudalei shouted, and the Chinese army hurriedly raised the flag.

Tuoli led 800 soldiers and drove the prisoners to attack the city. If they dared to retreat, they were hacked to death with swords or shot with arrows.

Seven hundred prisoners held swords and shields and carried long ladders towards the city wall. At first they did not want to be enemies with their own people, but the bullets and arrows from the city shot them down mercilessly. This is a war, there are only the siege side and the defending side, no one of our own. He wanted to retreat, but there was a Mongolian war team behind him.

The only way to survive is to attack the city.

"Ouch~ow~ow~"

The prisoners' survival instincts were aroused and they frantically climbed up the ladder to the top of the city.

The Mongolian archers began to shoot to cover the prisoners and attack the city.

Nomudale observed the siege calmly. One team after another died, without any sympathy or pity on his face.

Suddenly, a prisoner climbed up the ladder and rushed towards the city in a few steps. He stabbed several people with the spear in his hand and assassinated several people in a matter of seconds, occupying a small corner of the city. The people behind used him as the axis and continued to climb up the city.

"Huh? This prisoner is quite brave," Nomudale said calmly.

After paying the casualties of 400 prisoners and 50 Mongolian warriors, the Huite army finally captured Tiemenguan.

Climbing the pass wall, Nomudale repeatedly sighed, "This pass is so strong. If Abdullah hadn't taken away the main force of the army, we might not have been able to conquer it!"

Suddenly, he remembered the prisoner who was the first to attack the city, and ordered him to be brought over.

What a strong man!
"What's the name of the warrior? Did he hold any position in the Turpan army?" Nomudale asked kindly. He knew that the Mongols had few people and that if they wanted to consolidate their rule, they must make good use of the surrendered troops.

"General, no, this slave's name is Sabir, and he is just a pawn in the Turpan army." The prisoner was a bachelor. He knelt down and called himself a slave.

"Oh, such a brave man is just a pawn. The king of Turpan really doesn't know how to employ people." Nomudale hurriedly helped him up and comforted him with gentle words, "From today on, you will be the head of a hundred households in my Huite tribe. The three hundred surrendered troops are all under your command."

(End of this chapter)