Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 529 It’s a great autumn to reunite old friends
Autumn wind and autumn rain make people sad. The Kazakhs in the Shymkent mountains were busy nervously, and groups of soldiers began to gather in formation.

"Great Khan, the warriors have been assembled. Please give me your instructions." Bekhawul respectfully asked Yangir Khan for instructions.

The king of Turan did not speak, and his burly body was as majestic as a mountain. If the mountains remain motionless, why fear the roaring wind? But the mountain moved after all.

"Instruct the whole army to rush to the Koksarai grassland immediately, day and night," Yang Gilhan ordered slowly. He left Dayuzi Amul Khan and Zhongyuzi Balandu Khan to monitor Shymkent's guards, and the 60,000-strong army galloped northward.

"Report! The Kazakhs are still a hundred miles away from us." The guard's sentry brought news about the King of Turan.

"Where were Risong's navy that day? Why haven't they returned yet?" Suletan asked gloomily. The original battle plan was for the navy to feign an attack on the city of Turkestan to attract the enemy's attention, and then leave a few troops to contain them while the main force returned to the Koksarai grassland to join forces with the land division to encircle and annihilate the Kazakhs. After all, the navy divisions of the Guards are actually land divisions. After the combined forces, they have more than 100,000 troops, giving them an advantage in terms of military strength.

"Great Khan, Narisong sent a letter saying that reinforcements have arrived in Turkestan City. The navy is hampered by the Kazakhs and cannot arrive on time," Hada, the head of the Wuyi Guards, reported.

It turned out that after hearing the news that the Guards Navy had landed in the west of Turkestan City, Tou Ke, the son of Yangir Khan and the guard of Karatau Mountain, led 10,000 soldiers to take a small road and march urgently for rescue. On that day, Song Yuan thought that the opponent's reinforcements would take ten days to arrive. Unexpectedly, it only took five days. He was caught off guard and had to fight with them. Soon, there were 2,000 Kazakh reinforcements from Sau City, plus 18,000 soldiers and civilians in the city, who harassed them day and night. It was difficult for the guards to get rid of them and boarded the ship to return, and time slipped through their fingers unknowingly. Walk.

"Damn it! Is it difficult to arrive on time? That day made me wrong! That day made me wrong!" Sultan shouted angrily. He divided 9,000 troops to monitor the Orbulak Valley. If Narisong's army could not catch up, he would only have 60,000 troops in hand, which was similar to Yangir Khan's strength and would not have an advantage.

"Khan, the navy has not yet arrived. Our army is evenly matched with the Kazakhs, and we are not sure of victory. It is better to stay away from the edge for a long time," veteran Alldar and Shuoqi suggested. Sultan was noncommittal.

"We finally lured the tiger down from the mountain, are we going to let it go again? The number of our troops is similar to that of the Kazakh army, so why are we so cowardly that we don't even have the courage to take action?" Hu Lianqi retorted. Sultan also remained silent.

No one knows what he is thinking. The autumn wind lifted his braided hair, and the braids on both sides rose mischievously. Finally, the Oirat God of War spoke up, "How can we avoid seeing old friends again? I have made up my mind to meet this tiger here. Pass on my military orders, stay alert, and prepare for war." .

"Yes", all the generals responded in unison.

The autumn wind is bleak, blowing away many old friends; the war drums are long, and I have missed you for a long time.

"Report! The Guards are still a hundred miles away from us." The Guards had sentries, as did the Kazakh army. Almost at the same time that Sultan Khan discovered Yangir Khan, Yangir Khan also discovered Sultan Khan.

"Pass the order, send more rangers, and do not go more than forty miles a day to conserve your strength," the King of Turan ordered calmly.

Both sides are battle-hardened commanders with rich war experience. Before the war, a small-scale but extremely cruel and fierce outpost battle was carried out. One was to spy on the military situation, and the other was to test the opponent's combat effectiveness. Rangers from both sides, in units of dozens to hundreds of people, cruise close to each other. Once they meet, they will fight to the death.

Tursun, the head of one hundred households in the Guards Army, discovered horse hoof prints, followed the tracks and saw a Populus euphratica forest. "Dismount," he ordered in a low voice, and led his men quietly into the forest.

The forest was not big, and there were dozens of horses tied up somewhere in the middle. Dozens of big and round guys were roasting venison, and two sentries looked at the venison eagerly. "With good intentions, I won't miss you two. It's a good idea to keep a lookout. Don't let the enemy know it's coming," Batuluyuri from Kazakhstan's Zhongyuzhongjira tribe said with a smile. He is an old warrior, and the deep scar on his forehead tells the story of his extraordinary character. All of his dozens of Hongji Labu warriors are capable of fighting.

The two sentries returned to their posts sheepishly. A veteran oil man came over with a smile, "Headman, how long have we been doing this work?"

"How many times have I told you, don't call me a leader, call me a centurion?" Yuri rolled his eyes at him, tore off a piece of venison, chewed it and swallowed it, and then said lazily: "It's almost time. The two armies are so close that scouts will soon be no longer needed and they will have to fight with real swords and guns."

Suddenly, this veteran who had experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood jumped up, his intuition telling him that he was in danger.

"Chirp ~ chirp ~ chirp ~" A hail of arrows passed by, and more than half of his men were killed or injured. Not far away, the two sentries had already turned into corpses.

As soon as Yuri pulled out his scimitar, a powerful and heavy sword came towards him. With wild killing intent, he slashed hard from head to waist.

Tursun cut off Yuri's head, kicked his body down with a flying kick, and smiled. Not only did he kill dozens of enemies this time, but he also grabbed dozens of good horses. The harvest was not small, and he might have had an official position. Move up a level.

"Mount your horse and return to camp," he ordered happily.

The subordinates happily cut off the enemy's head and tied it to the horse's belly, and then led the captured horse out of the Populus euphratica forest. Not long after walking, they suddenly saw rolling yellow sand, long wind and smoke, and the constant sound of horse hooves "ta-ta-ta-ta", and hundreds of enemy riders were chasing behind them.

Tursun raised his sword and fought hard, but was outnumbered and was finally overwhelmed by the enemy's cavalry.

This is war. There is no quiet time, only life and death.

Two days later, Yang Gil Khan camped thirty miles away from Sultan Khan. The lovely Sultan Khan seemed unaware and was still reading "The Plum in the Golden Vase" leisurely in the tent. It is said that this book was written by a famous scholar from the Jiajing Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty. It has a profound artistic conception, especially the illustrations, which are quite wonderful.

It seemed that God was not kind to people. He was just enjoying himself when his personal guards came to report, "Great Khan, Yangir Khan has sent someone to write a letter of challenge to you."

"War letter?"

Sultan sneered and called in the envoy. He didn't verbose and just opened it and read it. I saw it read: "Kazakh Khan Yangir wrote to the feet of Oirat Khan Suletan: Wish you peace and prosperity, I am so lucky! What a great step. When you founded the country, you were called an orphan, and you supported thousands of miles. You used your small surname to control Mongolia. What a great thing! What a pity! We say goodbye to the Orbulak Valley, coming and going in a hurry. The owner is afraid that he will not be able to see the noble man again before he has fulfilled his friendship as a landlord. Today we meet our old friends again, and at the beginning of the day tomorrow, I would like to have a drink and talk, and express my true love to Koksarai Grassland. Yang Gil paused."

He couldn't help being happy and asked the Kazakh envoy: "I heard that your lord Yang Gil was correcting a warrior. Why are you pretending to be gentle today?" He wrote back: "Sultan is not talented. He listens to the stringed music and listens to the elegant meaning."

(End of this chapter)