Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 489 Wind and Rain on the Eve of Surrender

The day of surrender was approaching, and in the palace in Bukhara, a pair of beautiful women hugged each other and talked about love. The man is extremely handsome and exudes the aura of a king, he is Bukhara Khan Aziz; the woman is gentle, graceful, charming and charming, she is Aziz Khan's favorite concubine Zohra.

The name "Zohila" means "ylang flower" in Kazakh, and it is also known as the "natural perfume tree". The spices extracted from it are extremely valuable. It is said that just smelling it can rejuvenate people's spirits and apply makeup to them. On the skin, it can make the skin smooth and delicate. The petite concubine was born in the Kazakh Dayuzikang tribe. As a symbol of friendship between Kazakhstan and Bukhara, she was sent here by Yangir Khan as a noble daughter for marriage.

Aziz Khan, who had many concubines, originally didn't care about this. As a Khan, what kind of beauty has he not seen? But I only saw her once among all the living beings, and I couldn't leave her anymore. I loved her spring-like brows, her cherry mouth, her smoothness like jade, her intelligence and agility, and her detachment from the world. In short, the fireworks are like three thousand favors gathered into one body. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and there are new people and the old ones are forgotten.

"My beloved, please dance for me one more time," he begged softly.

The sound of Kubuzi (a bow-stringed musical instrument) sounded, and the beautiful girl danced and sang to the sound of the strings. What she sang was not a heart-wrenching love song, but a sonorous and powerful war song, so impassioned that it could make warriors risk their lives. . Her husband is about to go on an expedition and fight to the death with a powerful enemy. She sings this song just to cheer him up.

"My dearest concubine, do you know? I love to hear you sing the most. It lifts my spirits. After listening to it, I want to immediately pull out my sword and kill the enemy with my own hands." Aziz Khan laughed.

"The Great Khan is a hero and the guardian of Bukhara. I am waiting in the deep palace for news of your victory and return." Zuoheila smiled brightly, turning cherries red and bananas green.

Aziz Khan was distracted for a moment, then calmed down and sighed: "The number of enemy troops is far greater than mine, and most of them are elite soldiers. To be honest, there is no absolute certainty whether this battle can be won. I heard that the prime minister has given the female family members at home The poison was distributed. Once defeated, he would take the poison and commit suicide so as not to bring shame on the family. My dear concubine! What should I do with you?"

On the surface, the Great Khan did not make any demands, but just expressed his feelings. The clever concubine heard the song and understood the elegant meaning: How noble is the status of the concubine of the Great Khan, Zuoheila, Zuoheila, you are my beloved wife, once Defeat must not fall into the hands of the enemy and bring shame on me!
She paused and said firmly: "The female relatives in the prime minister's house are poisonous, and there are three feet of white silk in my palace. Go with peace of mind, Khan, I will be waiting for you whether you live or die." That means: If you come back victorious, I will wait for you as a living person; if you are defeated, I will hang myself and wait for you as a dead person.

Hearing these words, Aziz Khan was very moved, held his beloved concubine in his arms, and whispered tenderly.

Allah did not give the beautiful couple much time to say goodbye. As the sky gradually turned white, the Khan, who cared about his family, country and the world, pushed aside his beloved concubine and headed for the military camp.

Murad returned to the Prime Minister's Palace and told his Hatun, "I'm leaving. If the city is destroyed, remember to ask the women and children in the palace to take medicine."

"Yes, sir." Hatun's face was ashen and he saluted dully.

After telling his wife, Murad hardened his heart and left without looking back.

A tall and powerful dragon and lion flag flutters in the air, symbolizing the owner's special status. The dragon represents the human emperor; the lion represents the Buddha. In the long history, there are many fierce people. Sultan may not be the best, but he must be the most special. He is both an emperor and a Buddhist master. Only he has this unique dragon and lion scroll.

"Your Majesty, the Bukhara people have left the city. Please order all ministries to prepare and be on guard against fraud," Hu Liaqi reminded in a low voice.

Sultan raised his telescope to observe and saw that the heavy southern city gate of Bukhara opened, and groups of defenders filed out one after another. He smiled with satisfaction and said, "Well, Aziz Khan is quite trustworthy."

"The whole army is on alert." Following the majestic voice of the Great Khan, Mandu Latu, Saihan, Teguschaoketu, En and Batu each led 10,000 cavalry and put into battle formation, ready to be ready if there was an emergency. When he changed, he rushed forward and tore the enemy into pieces; Erke, Aldar, Shuoqi, Narisong, and Alatancang each led ten thousand infantry, ranking behind the cavalry; Luobuzang, Linqin Batur, and Aishan Generals such as , Jimuba, Sonomu Celing, Mamadale Ubas, Talhun, and Okchotbu firmly guarded his central army.

Sultan meant that the place of surrender was set on the plain outside the south gate. The terrain here was flat and conducive to the advancement of cavalry. Once cheated, his cavalry can easily tear apart the enemy. The Great Khan, who had experienced hundreds of battles, was very experienced in military affairs and arranged things in a tight and orderly manner. "Hai~" He heard the friction of weapons and turned around to look, but it was Luo Bu Zang, his favorite general and the chief of ten thousand households in the Chinese army, who had drawn his saber.

The Great Khan smiled, as bright as a white lotus, "Luobuzang, put the knife back, I will make a bet with you that the people of Bukhara will not dare to be my enemy."

"As the head of ten thousand households in the Chinese army, I have the responsibility to protect you. I dare not not be prepared." Luobuzang refused to put away his sword. Instead, he held it tightly and stared at Bukhara, which was getting closer and closer. army.

The Bukhara army came to a stop a stone's throw away from the surrender site. A knight galloped towards the guard formation, but it was Murad, an old acquaintance. He knelt down in front of Sultan's horse and said, "Slave. Aziz Khan has ordered his troops to surrender, please accept the surrender."

Suletan knew that the enemy before surrender was like a dying beast. Once stimulated, the death struggle would be extremely violent. So he said kindly and gently, "Murad, you have done a great job this time, and I will never forget your contribution."

"My servant thanks the Great Khan for your kindness," Murad hurriedly thanked him, his face flushed with excitement.

Sultan nodded with satisfaction and asked again: "Where is Aziz Khan?"

"Aziz Khan led his officials to greet the Holy Emperor at the south gate," Murad bowed his head and replied respectfully.

Sultan raised his telescope again, and sure enough he saw a long line of figures standing outside the south gate. He said with satisfaction: "It's difficult for Aziz Khan to be respectful. After entering the city, I will make him a respectful prince. From generation to generation, we will be with him." The country rests together. Okay, you go back first and let the Bukhara army disarm and disarm."

"Yes", Murad obeyed the order and rushed back to the formation.

Soon, the Bukhara army formed one thousand-man teams and entered the surrender site one after another.

"Be careful," Guardsman Du Qianhu Sebuteng winked at his deputy, another Du Qianhu Bayar, and issued a military order.

A Bukhara general walked up to Sebuteng and gave a military salute, "Barhu, the head of a thousand households in Bukhara, has been ordered to surrender. Please accept your surrender."

"Qianhu Sebuteng, the capital of David, has been ordered to surrender. Please abandon your weapons and disarm."

"Yes", Balhu followed the order and walked to the designated place, discarded the sword and gun, and took off his armor. The subordinates followed suit, and soon a team of a thousand men was disarmed and led to line up, ready to be reorganized.

One after another, thousands of troops surrendered obediently, all 40,000 troops disarmed, and not a single one of them was a man!

(End of this chapter)