The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 740 If You Can’t Beat Them, Then Go to the Dining Table
"Run, run!" On a small oasis at the end of the Jinsha River (Zerafshan River), more than a hundred Qarluk riders were shouting in panic.

They had just arrived here and their sweat hadn't even dried yet when those ghostly cavalrymen caught up with them again.

A Qarluk who was dressed in a brocade robe and looked of some status was running in the front, because his warhorse was the strongest and had the best running speed.

But when he looked back, his face was dejected, because he had left the pursuers behind him out of sight many times, but they always caught up with him.

"Master, we can't escape. These dwarfs are natural cavalrymen. They are more than twenty pounds lighter than our warriors. We can't outlast them."

The bearded man next to Master Jinpaobai, who looked like the leader of his guards, spoke nervously.

Master Bai is not a loser either. He grew up on horseback and was forced by his father and grandfather to practice good archery and horse fighting skills. Naturally, he knows what it means for a warhorse to carry less than 20 kilograms of weight.

Sure enough, after they ran for more than twenty miles, the warhorse under their crotch had already started to have white foam at the corners of its mouth due to extreme thirst. If they ran any further, the horse would probably die suddenly.

As usual, the dwarf cavalrymen who had been tracking them followed them like ghosts.

"Fuck them! Let's fight them! Eat some bread, drink some mead, feed the horses some warm salt water, and then attack without giving them a chance to rest."

Master Bai was giving orders loudly. He was waiting for this opportunity. These people had been chasing him all the way for two hours without any rest and must be extremely tired. His subordinates were well-rested and had a very good chance of winning.

However, although Master Baili said this, the people below him could not muster much enthusiasm, because the muskets in the hands of those dwarf cavalrymen were too terrifying.

You can be hit from a distance where you can't even see your face, which makes many Karluk people feel powerless.

After a long period of commotion, the reluctant Qarlugs finally put on their various tattered armors. The bearded men under Master Bayi and a dozen guards who looked much stronger took out their old matchlock rifles and stood in the front.

The Qarlugs behind them were still holding five or six dou of bows in their hands, and scimitars and short carbines hung on the sides of their horses, just like their ancestors hundreds of years ago.

"Charge, warriors of God, charge!" Master Bayi roared wildly, and hundreds of cavalrymen immediately accelerated slowly and rushed towards the dwarfs who had just arrived.

They were shouting "Warriors of God" but were still very scared in their hearts. Including the bearded man, they all lit the fuse at a distance of at least two hundred and twenty meters before they started to accelerate.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The intermittent firing of muskets, lead bullets whizzed into the distance, accompanied by white smoke, and the Qarlug people cheered excitedly.

They had no idea whether the enemies in the distance had been hit or not, and they didn't even know what they were cheering for. However, after this burst of ghostly howling, their morale did rise.

The bearded man took the lead, his face tingling as he rushed to the front. Now there were still about two hundred meters to go. He knew that at this distance, the enemy had a very powerful musket that could hit him.

But this time it was different. As if God was really protecting them, the muskets on the opposite side never fired. Only shadowy figures could be seen running back and forth.

Soon they were fifty meters away, and the bearded cavalryman's eyes were shining with excitement because the dwarfs on the opposite side had basically not mounted their horses.

The key to cavalry is the speed of the horses. Now, even if they are really devils, they cannot reverse this disadvantage.

"boom!"

Hot white smoke rose up, and the sixty flintlock rifles fired so uniformly that they created the roar of artillery fire. Dozens of white smoke streaks from lead bullets rushed towards the charging cavalry.

It turned out that the pursuers had used up their long bullets (Miné bullets) and had lost the ability to shoot accurately from two or three hundred meters away. Moreover, they did not have many rifled guns, so they could only keep the Qarluk cavalry close and fire volleys at them.

The bearded man who was secretly rejoicing was the first to be hit. Driven by the horse's galloping speed, the oncoming lead bullet was like a hammer.

With a "puff", the bearded man's skull was blown open. He screamed with blood all over his face. He couldn't hold the reins with his hands and fell down.

The cavalry behind him had no time to dodge, and the big hooves of their war horses stepped directly on the bearded man's chest. With a click, the ribs broke and penetrated into his internal organs. The bearded man twitched nervously, and finally stopped moving.

Along with the bearded man, more than a dozen Qarlugs fell off their horses. Their fall caused great chaos on the charge route, and the even more serious blow was the psychological blow.

In the smoke of the exploding gunpowder and the dust kicked up by the horses' hooves, many Qarlugs chose to turn their horses around and run.

Because they couldn't see how many people were on the opposite side, and didn't know whether they could continue to open fire, they only knew that many people on their side had been hit and were wailing.

The Japanese warriors of the Western Expedition Army who were tracking them had long since figured out the courage and fighting style of these Qarlugs. Therefore, after firing their volleys, they did not continue to reload, but instead raised their bayonets and charged back at the cavalry.

However, this charge was not to stab the cavalry, but to get close to the cavalry and throw bombs.

The Qarlug people who ran to both sides caught this wave of bombs perfectly, and more than a dozen of them were killed or injured again.

The huge noise of the bombs made the situation on the battlefield uncontrollable. The Karluk cavalry ran around without any will to fight.

In fact, calling them cavalry is an exaggeration. They are just armed herdsmen. Facing the Dayu cavalry, they have no ability to resist at all.

After the Karluk cavalry were defeated, the fifteen cavalrymen who had not dismounted rushed out with sabers in hand and began to reap the harvest.

Yanagisawa (Mitsuo) Nobu from the Echigo region, brandishing his saber, sped past a Qarluk.

He held the saber at an angle and chopped it down with just a little force, easily cutting open the cavalryman's left waist. Blood and flesh mixed with rags gushed out, and the man fell to the ground.

Yanagisawa (Mitsunori) did not continue to care about the seriously injured cavalryman because he definitely could not escape, while those who were not injured in front still had a chance of escaping.

After the horse galloped for more than ten steps, Yanagisawa (Mitsuo) Nobu caught up with a target again. The fleeing Qarluk cavalry sensed the cavalry behind him, and in desperation he suddenly reined in his horse and made a very beautiful side turn.

In an instant, the two went from chasing and fleeing to facing each other head-on.

"You infidel, die!" the Qarluk man shouted and stabbed forward with the carbine in his hand.

"What a hero!" Yanagisawa (Mitsuo) Nobuya shouted, but his next action was not very martial. He fumbled around his waist for a moment and took out a pistol.

'boom! '

There was a flash of fire from the hand cannon, and a flower of blood appeared on the chest of the Qarluk man, and he also shook a little.

Taking advantage of this critical moment, Yanagisawa (Guangxin) squeezed his legs together and the warhorse suddenly rushed out. Yanagisawa (Guangxin) took advantage of the moment when the Qarluk man's spear lost its force when he was shaking, and cut along the spear shaft.

Blood gushed out into the sky. Yanagisawa (Mitsuo) Nobuharu just changed his sword to a wild sword made of the latest steel from Dayu, and easily cut off the head of the Qarluk man.

Just as Yanagisawa (Mitsunori) and his men were killing people, the other dragoons also mounted their horses and chased after them.

The fleeing Qarlugs had no strength to run anymore because they had just forced their horses to run. Soon, a large number of Qarlug horses fell to the ground with their legs softened, and were quickly killed by the dragoons.

"Report!" When the killing was in full swing, the liaison soldier with a pennant on his back arrived.

"Thirty miles away, there is an Oghuz (Turkmen) team escorting food and grass, about two thousand people. Captain Feng Yuan of the newly formed Seventh Battalion is blocking them. General Leng Qian requests all the surrounding cavalry to rush to support them." "Good, this is a big fish!" Yanagisawa (Guang) Nobu was overjoyed. There were about two thousand soldiers escorting them, so there were at least four or five thousand civilians. The food they were escorting was enough to feed ten thousand people for three months.
"But Lieutenant, what about the people here?" a soldier ran over and asked. This oasis was not small, so there was a tribe of about three hundred people living here.

"Kill all the men, burn their houses and food, and drive the old, weak, women and children to nearby towns!" Yanagisawa (Guang) Nobuo said indifferently. This is a war, and there is no room for mercy.

However, his subordinates were even more ruthless. "Lieutenant, I think it's better to kill them all. If these people go to nearby cities, or even to Bukhara, they will be food supplies at a critical moment."

Why humans can become food is certainly not unfamiliar to those who have lived on the edge of a knife and know some history books.

A sinister smile appeared on Yanagisawa Mitsunobu's face. "That would be great. After they experienced the fate of being nearly eaten, they will be more willing to bear children for the Han men who migrated here."

The soldier thought about it and it seemed to make sense, so he drew his knife and ran towards the tribal men who were already fleeing.

By the time they arrived thirty miles away, the battle had reached a fever pitch. At least nine hundred Dayu cavalrymen attacked the convoy from more than a dozen directions.

They were like a pack of wolves, occasionally diving deep into the convoy to take a fierce bite, and when they encountered a large number of obstacles, they would move to another place to continue the attack.

The Oghuz (Turkmen) who formed a battle formation with the help of caravans were like a giant buffalo. Although they were strong, they only cared about the head and not the tail. There were flaws all over their bodies. Not only could they not cause any harm to the "wolf pack" that surrounded them, but they were constantly losing blood.

"Red pennant, red pennant!" Yanagisawa (Mitsunori) had very sharp eyes and immediately saw a red pennant standing high in the distance and swaying from side to side. This was a signal to call on friendly forces to attack together.

Not only Yanagisawa (Mitsunobu) saw it, but other teams also saw it. In an instant, at least two hundred people rushed here together.

Bombs were flying everywhere and gunshots were ringing faster and faster. Soon, the passage opened by the Aihui quivers expanded to a width of more than ten people. The Dayu soldiers pulled back and forth here and finally used this gap to split the convoy into two.

"I am Colonel Qi Lin, holding the rank of General Anguo. All of you must obey my orders and gather under the red flag to attack.

The rest of you, continue cutting as instructed. You must completely cut off all communication between them. People can leave, but not a single grain of food or fodder is allowed to leave!"

Seeing that they were about to be annihilated, Qi Lin immediately displayed his military rank and took the supreme command. These cavalrymen belonging to different teams immediately obeyed Qi Lin's command and began to systematically besiege the grain transport convoy.

The battle lasted for seven hours until it was getting dark. The more than 2,000 people who were escorting the military rations and the more than 5,000 civilians who were transporting the military rations, including more than 2,000 livestock, were constantly "bleeding" and finally could not hold on.

When it got dark, the escorting soldiers broke out secretly, and then the civilians began to run away. Under the faint moonlight, the brutal killing officially began.

When the Bukhara cavalry received the news at dawn and arrived, they saw corpses scattered all over the road for more than three miles. There must have been more than three thousand of them. There were also more than a thousand livestock that had obviously been stabbed to death because they could not be taken away.

Thousands of grain trucks and grain were completely burned, and the flames were still burning in spots in the early morning.

. . . .

In the city of Bukhara, as more and more news of attacks on food routes came in, a group of more than 3,000 Bukharians heading to Turkmen territory were ambushed and killed. Only then did the Persian King Agha Muhammad Shah realize that something was wrong.

This wasn't him defending the Peach Blossom Stone Man, it was him being defended and cleared by the Peach Blossom Stone Man!
At this time, Agha Muhammad Shah had two choices.

The first is to give up the Bukhari Emirate that is about to be acquired and retreat to Ashgabat in Turkmenistan, or even retreat to Persia.

It was only July now, so he could leave if he wanted to. Moreover, with Dayu's current transportation and supply capabilities in the river, it could not even swallow the Turkmen region, let alone Persia.

If he retreated now, even if Dayu took control of Transoxiana in the future, he could still deal with Dayu in Persia, and at worst he would become its vassal and pay tribute.

The second, of course, is to intensify the cleanup efforts and transport food and supplies to Bukhara at a faster speed, so as to prepare for a decisive battle with Dayu next year.

If they fail, they will run back to Persia. If they win, they will not only be able to take over Persia, but also control Greater Khorasan.

After much consideration, Agha Muhammad Shah still could not give up the benefits he had obtained and the dream of expanding his territory.

Because at this time, if Agha Muhammad Shah, who had already obtained the title of King of Persia, did not infiltrate towards the river, he would have nowhere to expand.

The Mesopotamian region west of Persia was a direct vassal state of the Ottoman Empire.

The fact that he now calls himself the King of Persia has already made the Ottoman Empire very dissatisfied. If he dares to attack the Mesopotamian region again, the Ottoman Empire will definitely not tolerate him.

At that time, it is likely to trigger a heretical war between the majority faction (the conventional faction) and Ali's followers (the unemployed faction).

No matter how greedy and arrogant Agha Muhammad Shah was, he would not dare to say that he could challenge the Caliph of the Muslim world, nor would he dare to say that he could lead Ali's followers to defeat the majority.

Therefore, the Taohuashi Empire, which seemed to have some strength but was overestimating its own capabilities and wanted to exterminate the Qarlug people, did not seem so scary.

Moreover, if the Peach Blossom Stone Man was defeated, all the millions of people in the river would become Ali's followers.

In this way, Ali's followers (the unemployed faction) will have a stable rear base and will no longer be sandwiched between the conventional faction.

"Don't panic, everyone. I will increase the supply of food and fodder. In addition, my brave Turkmen cavalry will also participate in the hunt for those Taohuashi infiltrating cavalry.

There are not many oases in the river, and they cannot completely hide their tracks. If they are found, their doom will come."

"Mizar, I hope you can issue a call for a divine war on my behalf, calling on all divine warriors to come and help."

Perhaps feeling that his own strength was insufficient, Agha Muhammad Shah gave instructions to his main military assistant, the famous leader of the divine warriors, Mizar Mahdi.

Mizar Mahdi is an ascetic who strictly follows the Quran in his daily activities. He has a big beard and is a very typical Muslim believer.

"As you command, my Shah, please rest assured that I will summon all the bravest warriors to Bukhara.

Because ever since the Peach Blossom Stone Men slaughtered our believers and executed the descendants of the Prophet in Kokand, all believers who have received the protection of God and the guidance of the Prophet have only one goal left, and that is to kill all these Peach Blossom Stone Men. "

Agha Muhammad Shah was overjoyed and immediately ordered a large amount of silver coins to be allocated to Mizar Mahdi, instructing him to start recruiting warriors for God immediately.

Only Agha Muhammad Shah's general and nephew Resoman Khan Qajar showed worried expressions on their faces.

The army had not been repaired after continuous wars, and there was not enough food in the Turkmen territory to feed the Bukhara people.

But he ultimately did not raise any objection, because once his uncle the king had made the decision and had the support of the crazy Mizar Mahdi, the matter could not be changed.

Finally, Agha Mohammad Shah, the founding father of the Qajar dynasty, rose from a eunuch to become a legendary emperor by killing his enemies, and personally opened the door to an even bloodier and more brutal strangulation war.

Of course, this is also related to his personality. In history, this person was too greedy and radical, and was assassinated.

"Don't worry about food." After everyone left, Agha Muhammad Shah looked at his nephew, General Lesoman, with a frantic look on his face and said:
"Don't worry, I won't let that happen. We will have food, plenty of food."

(End of this chapter)