Shache City, a thousand-year-old ancient city, Khan Palace, dark night.
A group of soldiers patrolled the outside of the palace.
"Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~"
The arrows from the Junggar people came, and the dense rain of arrows quickly swallowed up this group of guards.
Erqab led five thousand Dzungar warriors to quietly surround the Khan's palace.
"Who?"
The guards guarding the palace gate heard the noise.
"The person who wants your life!"
Tahu'er, the centurion of Junggar, threw the short spear in his hand and killed him with one spear.
"Kill~kill~kill~"
The fierce Junggar warriors started killing skillfully.
Erqabek, the general of the Junggar tribe, stood majestically outside the palace gate. He had confidence in his subordinates.
Although there are only 10,000 Junggar troops left in Yarkand, all of them are warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles. Whether it is battle formation coordination or personal bravery, they are far superior to the Yarkand army. More importantly, they have high morale.
!In these years, the soldiers have followed the Senggehuntai Kedah Rakshasa, Kazakhs, Kyrgyz, Yarkand, and Khalkha Mongols, winning every battle, and their morale is naturally high.
"Report, our army has surrounded Yarkand Puppet Khan Yulbars in the side hall", the subordinates came to report.
"Haha, Julebars, aren't you crazy? Let me take your dog's head."
Erqabok smiled evilly and picked up his famous sword.
One after another, the loyal and brave guards fell. "Dong~dong~dong~" the emergency bell rang, but no reinforcements arrived.
The sword in his hand was stained red with blood, and there were fewer and fewer subordinates around him. Ulebars went crazy. He held the sword and kept killing, killing, killing.
"Young boy Ulebars, let me take your head." Erqebuk's sword struck Ulebars's sword.
The sword was much heavier than the sword. Ulebars was exhausted from fighting for a long time, and the sword was broken in just one blow.
"Haha, the Great Khan's martial arts and courage are far behind," Erqabok clicked his tongue and taunted his opponent.
"Evil thief, die!"
Ulibas Khan was angered, pulled out his dagger, and stabbed Erqabok.
"Humph, I don't know whether to live or die!"
Erqabok moved, as fast as a ghost, and flashed to Yerqiang Khan's side, cutting off his arm with one knife, and then felling his head to the ground with another knife.
After killing someone, he still had more thoughts and shouted coldly: "Search for me, my commander, and kill all the little brats of Puppet Khan."
After this order, the Junggar people became ferocious. No matter whether they were princes, princesses, or slaves and servants, they killed everyone on sight. In the Khan's palace, there were dead bodies everywhere.
"In retribution, all the children of the Puppet Khan were slaughtered, but~"
"Just what?"
"It's just Latif, the eldest son of the puppet Khan who escaped."
Erqabok was furious and said, "I will search the ground for you, even if I dig three feet into the ground, I will dig out this little brat."
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Disciple Ishhan Bek ran with his twelve-year-old little prince Latif as hard as he could. "Ouch," the little prince screamed.
"What's wrong? Your Highness," the student asked.
"I twisted my foot."
"I will carry you on my back." The disciple carried Latif on his back and ran for his life.
The pursuers are like fire, getting closer and closer.
The disciple gritted his teeth and said to Latif: "Your Highness, the servants run north to lure them away. You run south."
After saying that, he ran north in a deliberately ostentatious manner.
"Look, there it is." Several Mongolian soldiers chased the disciples, and suddenly a scream came from the thick night.
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"No, there are police in the Khan's Palace, go to the rescue quickly." The alarm bells and noises from the palace reached the Yarkand military camp outside the city. The Baishan faction, Zhuo Yusufu, and Idayatul and his son hurriedly led the army.
Save.
There are many reinforcements, more than ten thousand, densely packed and vast.
"Oh, I really came from this way, the commander is really good at predicting things!"
Hawatmul praised and raised the sledgehammer in his hand.
"Kill", the tiger roared, and five thousand elite Junggar soldiers rushed out.
Although they were small in number, they were much more elite than the Yarkand army. They rushed into the Yarkand formation and charged in all directions, crushing organized resistance.
In the dark night, even though they were holding torches, the Yarkand Army still couldn't see clearly what was going on. They were in a panic and more people were trampled to death than killed.
Yu Sufu led more than 2,000 remaining soldiers and fled to Khotan (today's Hotan), where they were miserable and miserable.
As soon as the shock subsided, news came that the Dzungars massacred the Khan's palace and that Yulbars Khan and his disciples were all killed.
"Heaven will destroy me, Yerqiang!"
Yu Sufu burst into tears.
Without the profuse sweat, Baishan Pai felt that the sky was about to fall.
"Father, who do you think this is?" Idayatul led a twelve-year-old boy in.
"Huh? Are you Prince Latif?"
Yu Sufu was so excited that he could not speak, "That's great, God will not destroy me Yarkand, and the Yarkand people will have a new sweat!"
On February 6, the eighth year of the reign of Emperor Guangwu of the Ming Dynasty, the Baishan sect and Zhuo Yusufu gathered the remaining forces of the Baishan sect and proclaimed the twelve-year-old Latif as the new Khan in Yutian (Hotian).
The twelve-year-old boy didn't understand anything, and all major national affairs were left to Yu Sufu.
The old minister Yu Sufu was the master of Ulibars Khan. He was a loyal man and assisted the little Khan like Zhuge Liang assisted Liu Chan.
As soon as he came to power, he immediately started three things: gathering the remaining forces of the Baishan faction, recruiting troops, rallying people's hearts, and preparing for a counterattack; sending his son Idayatul to Hami to ask his in-law Muhammetisha to send troops to restore the Yarkand Khanate;
I sent an envoy to Hu Zhigong, the governor of Qinghai and Tibet in the Ming Dynasty, to ask for help. When I, the Yarkand people, presented the head of Dorji to the Ming Dynasty, you kept saying that you would keep my Yarkand safe. Now that the Khanate is in trouble, the Ming Dynasty cannot ignore it.
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Hami King Muhammetisha has always been a loyal minister of Yarkand, believes in the teachings of the Baishan Sect, and is a loyal minister of the former Khan King Yulbars.
Not only was he loyal to the former Khan, but he was also in-laws with Yu Sufu, the teacher of the former Khan. Yu Sufu's son Idayatul married Muhammetisha's daughter Sirin.
In the Uyghur language, Xilin means: sweet, sweet, wonderful. True to its name, the daughter-in-law is beautiful and lovely, and the relationship between the couple is very good.
Therefore, Yu Sufu felt that it would not be a big problem to send his son to ask his father-in-law to send troops.
When I heard that my son-in-law was here, Muhanmetisha warmly entertained me and filled the table with good wine and delicious food.
"Father-in-law and son-in-law are here to ask you to send troops and work together to restore the Khanate." Idayatul explained his purpose.
"Alas, this is difficult! A wise son-in-law should know that the Junggar people have occupied Turpan, which is like a dagger to Hami's heart. If I lead the troops to Shache, what if the Junggar people come to attack Hami?
Is it good?"
No matter how hard Idayatul begged, Muhammetisha refused and only agreed to provide a batch of food, grass and baggage.
Idayatul had no choice but to return to Khotan in tears.
After he left, Ebedulla, the son of Muhammetisha, said to his father: "Father, are you planning to completely abandon Yarkand and defect to the Ming Dynasty?"
"Yes, the day Yarkand declined was the time when Hami became independent. Rather than follow a declining Khanate, it is better to surrender to the Ming Dynasty and establish itself as king." Muhammetisha laughed.
This chapter has been completed!