The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 688: All things are created to nourish people

The massacre lasted for three days. It is no exaggeration to say that corpses were everywhere and blood was flowing everywhere.

No one counted how many people were killed, but three days later, there were almost no adult males in the entire city of Kokand.

All those above the minimum age of zongjiao were killed, and those below this age were all locked up and sent back to the Central Plains at the end of the year.

Some will be castrated and become eunuchs, while others will be specially trained and used as cannon fodder to explore America, Africa and other places to deal with the local indigenous people.

While Li Xingtai's actions were so cruel and brutal, they were more due to practical reasons.

Because they only captured the city of Kokand, but did not eliminate the main force of the Kokand army, which was the 20,000 Kokand regular troops stationed in Andijan.

The best way to deal with them is to send troops directly and ambush them halfway when they are not prepared.

When they learned that a massacre had occurred in Kokand and rushed down the river to rescue, they were directly defeated in the wild.

Li Xingtai's main force only had more than 3,000 people, and only 3,000 of them were still able to fight after crossing the snow-capped mountains. At most, there were 200 to 300 people who could stay to defend Kokand City, plus 200 to 300 people from the three Kartijin tribes.

In this situation, if there are still tens of thousands of men in Kokand City, it is really hard to say what will happen.

Moreover, there are at least seven towns within a radius of dozens of kilometers within Kokand. If the cult controls these places and mobilizes them to the maximum extent, they can still mobilize five to six thousand men who can fight.

The situation is not optimistic, so for safety, they must all be killed so that they have no ability to resist.

At the same time, after an extremely difficult march of more than ten days, crossing the Great Snow Mountain and arriving at the city of Kokand, it was also necessary to give the soldiers a taste of sweetness so that each of them could release the huge pressure they had been under.

Moreover, after killing so many Kokand people, they naturally realized that they had no way to retreat. Even if they surrendered, they would be tortured to death by the Kokand people who wanted to avenge their blood relationship.

In the process of killing, each person looted at least a few hundred silver dollars and three or five Kokand women, which would make them reluctant to give up these women with wealth and wealth that could help them turn their fortunes into masters.

This is called truly risking one's life to survive. Under this double motivation, the fighting power that soldiers unleash is often terrifying.

Li Xingtai has always believed in one principle: to lead troops to war, you must either be truly benevolent and righteous, let benevolence and morality elevate the minds of the soldiers, and claim to be a messenger of civilization and justice to rally morale and combat effectiveness.

This is the right way, but it is very difficult to do.

Or simply unleash the soldiers' bestiality and turn every soldier into a ruthless and brutal killing machine.

For example, evil cultivation may have some side effects, but compared to the gains, it is completely acceptable.

There is no room for compromise in the army. An army cannot be both benevolent and tyrannical, as that will drive the soldiers crazy.

For example, the bald eagle in later generations was instilled with a lot of moral civilization, but it actually did things like burning, killing and looting. The soldiers would soon become self-doubting, schizophrenic, and suffer from battlefield stress disorder, which would lead to a breakdown of military morale.

Li Xingtai has no idea about benevolence, righteousness, and morality, so let the soldiers show their tyrannical side. He is just an evil cultivator.

Of course, there are also benevolent and righteous armies, and righteous armies can also sweep away fallen leaves in the autumn wind. But that is too difficult, and even a military god cannot do it. It requires the shining stars.

. . .

The task of defending the city was given to Chen Huacheng. Although this boy was only seventeen years old, he was very calm and had great prestige among the Yulin Guards. He was one of the more prestigious leaders among ordinary soldiers.

The only thing that worried Li Xingtai was that Chen Huacheng had stayed in the imperial palace in the capital for too long, a very peaceful and luxurious place, so he had not seen enough about the cruelty of the outside world and should not do some things cruelly.

For example, after killing Zhang Geer with a hammer, Chen Huacheng was greatly affected. The education he received made it difficult for him to let go of this incident.

So Li Xingtai specially asked Chen Huacheng to roast a sheep and heat two pots of wine.

The two men sat beside the mass graves outside the city, listening to the groans and screams in the mass graves, watching the Kokand women being whipped by the Kharti Jin tribe, and the bodies of their fathers, brothers, and children being thrown into the graves.

Li Xingtai took a sip of wine and a bite of meat, his mouth full of oil, as if this mountain of corpses and sea of blood was his best appetizer.

But Chen Huacheng couldn't eat a single bite. He listened to the miserable cries of women and children around him, and his stomach cramped and he felt like vomiting.

"Eight years ago, when I was only thirteen, I traveled with my mother and brother from Nanjing Yingtian Prefecture to Lanzhou, where my father was enfeoffed."

Li Xingtai put down the lamb leg, a look of nostalgia on his face, and said calmly, "At that time, the first wave of rebellion in the northwest had just been quelled, and the second wave was still brewing. The situation was relatively stable.

But when we arrived in Guanzhong, we found that the once prosperous Sanqin was in ruins. Villages and towns along the way, and even county towns, showed signs of burning. Sometimes we passed through several villages in a row without seeing a single person.

I still can't forget that desolate scene, but when I left Fengxiang Prefecture and arrived in Longyou, I realized that Guanzhong was just child's play.

There were originally 7 million people in Longyou, but after the first turmoil, nearly 2 million were lost.

When the imperial carriage arrived in Jin County (Yuzhong), the county had been completely destroyed. Of the 210,000 people in the county, only a little over 300 were left.

An old man from Yuzhong saw us coming with a large flag with a red sun and moon on a white background. He knelt in front of the carriage and refused to move, kowtowing repeatedly and begging us to avenge them.

Because the rebel army first plundered the countryside and drove people to the county town, and then broke into the county town and started a massacre, only 316 of the 213,327 people survived.

Among those who participated in these atrocities, there were people who were originally their neighbors or even distant relatives. After these bastards recited a few verses of scriptures, they immediately turned into thugs.

The old man was a well-known doctor. He saved the lives of at least two rioters with his medical skills, and he was able to survive because of his good medical skills.

At that time, after my mother helped the old man up, she cried and almost collapsed to the ground, and I was thinking, if it were me, how would I protect my mother?

Li Xingtai spoke calmly, but his eyes had begun to turn bloodshot. He breathed rapidly and tore off his shirt, revealing his strong muscles. The scars on his body, illuminated by the setting sun, looked like awakened centipedes, running around all over his body.

"And let me tell you, it's not just Jin County that's been affected. At least twenty counties in Hexi and Longyou have experienced similar tragedies.

So from that moment on, I vowed to find the culprits and eradicate them all!"

Li Xingtai pointed at the bodies in the mass grave and shouted to Chen Huacheng, "Do you think they are innocent?
No, they are not innocent at all!
If these people hadn't been spreading their crappy religion eastward for hundreds of years, there wouldn't have been any conflict between Han and Hui in the northwest, and so many people wouldn't have died!

Do you think that if they were alive, they would bring us any benefit?

No, it won't bring any benefits!

They will continue to reproduce disgusting offspring, who will either become missionaries heading east or become bandits invading the Hui people."

Li Xingtai shouted, "Chen Huacheng, my hero is his enemy, it has always been like this.

If you don't want your parents, wife and children to suffer the same fate as that old man's parents, wife and children, then when you have the ability, you should make your heart as dirty as mine.

Use this filthy heart to kill all those who shouldn't exist in this world!"

Chen Huacheng also began to tremble. He thought of his uncle whose family was so poor that he almost had to beg for food, but he still insisted on supporting his nephew, who was a burden.

She remembered that she had started taking care of him when she was only fifteen years old after getting married, and treated him as her son's cousin.

Especially the child in the steamer reminded him of his lovely nephews and nieces. If this kind of misfortune happened to his family, he would go crazy.

Seeing Chen Huacheng begin to tremble unconsciously, Li Xingtai continued: "One person's crying is not as good as the whole family's crying, and outsiders' crying is not as good as the relatives' crying. Think about it carefully."

Chen Huacheng was already shocked beyond measure, but he still retained a little of his persistence, "Your Highness, killing will not solve the problem."

"That's because they didn't kill enough. They stopped halfway through, leaving behind the seeds of revenge." Li Xingtai said coldly.

"Then how many people does Your Highness plan to kill?" Chen Huacheng was already somewhat convinced, and he asked in a low voice.

"Kill half!" Li Xingtai waved his hand. "I plan to spend ten years killing half of them, turning this world into a sea of blood and corpses. All the sins will be borne by me, and no one else will be held responsible. If I fall into the Avici Hell after death, I will be willing to accept that!"

Chen Huacheng looked at Li Xingtai and really didn't know what to say. If you say he is wrong, it seems that he is right, but if you say he is right, it always seems that something is wrong.

However, when Chen Huacheng put himself in Li Xingtai's shoes, he found that he could not have the same big heart as Li Xingtai.

What kind of cruel person must be able to suppress the pain brought by morality when facing a sea of corpses and blood, and be willing to go to hell to accomplish this.

"Your Majesty often describes a person as mentally strong. Today, it is so fitting to describe Your Highness. I admire him deeply."

But after hearing this, Li Xingtai burst into laughter, because what seemed extremely difficult to Chen Huacheng was no problem at all to Li Xingtai.

"You still don't understand, hahaha!" So Li Xingtai laughed out loud, picked up a knife, and walked slowly towards the mass grave.

“Heaven created all things for the nourishment of man.

Man has nothing to repay Heaven.

kill!

Li Xingtai sang loudly and strode quickly with a thick-backed ghost-head knife in his hand. A Kokand man who was frightened crazy by the bloody scene was running around. Li Xingtai roared and cut him off almost at the waist with one knife.

kill!

A bloody figure was crawling out of the mass grave, and in an instant his head flew into the air.

kill!

A foreign monk in a black robe was praying in a low voice when Prince Li II gave him a chilling shock.

kill!

Someone saw Li Xingtai coming and broke free from his restraints and turned to run, but after running two steps, he suddenly found the tip of a knife sticking out of his chest.

kill!

The broken limbs and the body flew into the deep pit.

kill!

The head flew into the sky, but the body did not fall down. Both hands were raised high as if to catch the falling head.

kill!

The spurting blood drew a strange colorful arc under the setting sun.

Chen Huacheng finally understood that this Second Prince Li was just like Dong Jinfeng, a natural-born killer.

It's like a devil descending from the sky, he is really the Tai Sui God on earth!
They came here to take the blame and solve the nation's worries.

Although they are immoral, cruel and tyrannical, and may be criticized by future generations hundreds of years later, their invisible achievements are hidden in the every move of every beneficiary.

"Don't let my killing become meaningless. Don't let our raid become a lesson in the books of future generations. Defend Kokand!"

A faint voice came from afar, as if it came with the wind, and it was like a devilish sound piercing the ears.

Chen Huacheng couldn't help but kneel down on one knee in front of Li Xingtai's departing figure. "I obey your command. I will defend Kokand City at all costs."

. . . .

Two days later, Li Xingtai selected 2,500 elite soldiers and 1,500 light cavalry from the three Kartijin tribes, a total of 4,000 people, and led more than 10,000 war horses up the Yaosha River (Syr Darya) to ambush halfway from Andijan to Kokand City.

In the city, with Li Xingtai's guidance, Chen Huacheng got rid of his inner demons and began to arrange defenses.

He transferred all the food in Kokand to the inner city where the Khan's palace was located, and concentrated all the children in the inner city, only allowing people to take care of them every three days. All rations in the city were strictly controlled, and they were given away as they ate.

He used children and food to force the women and children in the city to work, treating the women as men and the children as women. As for the men, they had all been buried in mass graves.

In addition, Chen Huacheng also demolished the buildings in the city, blocked the city gates with the demolished bricks, stones and soil, and made preparations to immediately retreat to the inner city if the outer city could not be defended.

Three days later, the army led by Li Xingtai arrived at a place fifteen kilometers away from Namangan City.

Namangan is one of the four most important cities in the Dayuan Basin (Kokand, Khujand, and Andijan). It is located at the confluence of the Naryn River, which originates from Suiye, and the Karadarya River, which originates from the edge of the Pamir Mountains.

That is to say, it is only here, after the confluence of the Naryn River and the Kara-Darya River, that the rest of the river is officially called the Syr Darya River.

Li Xingtai did not bring much food with him, because the Dayu army was now an almost pure firearms team, and had a great demand for supplies such as gunpowder, so the war horses only carried war supplies and not much food.

But Li Xingtai knew that the enemy would definitely bring enough food with them before setting off.

"Let's choose this place and send out 500 Kharti cavalry to block our main force.

The enemy relies on water transport and has many ships. They will most likely rest here. That's our opportunity. We must intercept at least half of their ships."

Li Xingtai said to Dong Shixing that this man had good marksmanship, good riding skills, and could speak Mongolian, and he would be in charge of the Kharti Jin cavalry.

"If we send out the cavalry too early, will our whereabouts be exposed?" Dong Shixing asked uncertainly.

"We have to be exposed, because there will definitely be people escaping from Kokand, but they may not know who is coming, or they may not be sure it is us.

If the Kaltijin cavalry appeared at this time, it would enhance the opponent's coach's judgment.

He was led to believe that the people who captured Kokand were the Khartijin people, who were once vassal states of the Qing Dynasty and may have been successfully recaptured by Dayu.

Li Xingtai was indeed not very good at reading the Four Books and Five Classics, and it could even be said that he had no talent for reading, but his self-taught skills in combat were truly terrifying.

And things happened just as he had imagined. When Kokand Narbatu Khan's cousin, Andijan Governor Muhammad Nasruddin, received the news that the Khalti cavalry appeared around him, he immediately started cursing.

The governor, whose eyes were bloodshot and who had barely slept for a day and a night because he was worried about the safety of his family, and his generals all believed that the Khan's home had been stolen by the three Khaltijin tribes.

These heretics who secretly believed in shamanism must have been greedy for the rewards of the Chinese emperor and the wealth of Kokand City. They discovered the emptiness of the city and launched a surprise attack.

"Five days, we must rush back to Kokand within five days, otherwise those poor heretics will take our family to the Tianshan Mountains.

No one is allowed to complain about being tired. When they arrive in Kokand, they will have time to rest."

Governor Muhammad Nasruddin roared because he had an army of 20,000, while the Kharti people could only recruit 5,000 people at most, and these poor guys only liked to rob and run, and had no strong fighting will.

If he had been too slow to return, his family would have been taken away.

Moreover, Governor Nasruddin had some ulterior motives. If he rushed back now, Narbatu Khan might have already died. Then, his close relative might be able to succeed the Khan.

So he needed a victory of blood debt and blood atoning to prove that he could protect all Kokand people.

Use victory as a stepping stone for his possible ascension to the throne.

(End of this chapter)