"Roy, now you can't find anyone to send this letter back, and Timur will never agree to let us leave the army's camp. What are you writing to His Majesty the King for?" Seeing Kalawio put down his quill, another man with brown-black hair and brown-green eyes said to him with a smile.

"Alonso, even if you can't find someone to deliver the letter, it's best to write down what you saw and hear these days, otherwise you may have forgotten the details of the matter after returning home." The man, whose full name is Roy Gözerez de Kravio, responded with a smile while wearing a coat.

"Even so, you can write it in your own diary, rather than in letters. I have written all my experiences and experiences these days in my diary."

"I am used to writing letters. Even if I write a diary, I write it in the form of a letter to myself, so these manuscripts change their names slightly and become my diary."

"Okay, okay," the man named Alonso Don Gihano changed the topic: "Roy, do you think the army of the Timur Khanate can capture Hami today?"

"If Timur's judgment on the equipment to defend the city in the city was accurate, he should be able to capture the outer city. However, even if Timur's judgment was accurate, the Ming army in the city would never be prepared at all, and it would be unlikely to capture the inner city." Kalawio thought for a while and said.

"I feel so too. After he captures the outer city, he must fight for the inner city. However, it was pointed out that the reinforcements from the country were about to arrive. If he still could not capture the inner city at a huge price, Timur would fall into a passive position." Jihano also said.

While they were talking, they walked out of the tent and walked towards the place where they usually observed the situation of the battle. As they were walking, a person flashed in front of them. Karaviyo hurriedly greeted in Hualazimiao language: "Good morning, Fu An."

Fu An, wearing a Turkic robe, heard someone calling him, turned around and saw that it was the two of them, and also responded in Hualazimiao: "Hello, Kalawio, Jihano."

"Fu An, did you not sleep well last night?" Kalawio looked at his haggard face and said, "Fu An, even if the Timur Khanate is attacking your motherland now, you don't have to do this. In my opinion, the Timur Khanate and the Ming Dynasty are both very powerful countries. Timur cannot destroy your motherland. The war will end in negotiations until the end, and you will play a big role at that time."

Fu An forced a smile and didn't say anything. He also learned about the situation of the Castile Kingdom where Caraveyo and Gihano were born. The cultural customs were completely different from those of the Ming Dynasty, and they could not understand even if they explained it himself.

He could only say something casually: "It's hard to say." He said: "Are you going to observe the situation of the war?"

"Yes, yesterday Timur said that we could capture the outer city today. Let's see if it can be achieved." After saying this, Kalawio thought that Fu An, as a Ming country, would be more familiar with how the domestic army fought, and asked, "Fu An, do you think the army of the Timur Khanate can capture the outer city today?"

"The guards in the city are Song Sheng and Song Xiang, a veteran who has been guarding the northwest for nearly 20 years. They will definitely keep the things that the guards are about to be exhausted and must be prepared. Therefore, Timur will never be able to seize the inner city!" Fu Anxian made a decisive judgment and continued: "But these guards cannot be changed, so the outer city may not be able to be defended."

Kalawio had heard Fu An brag about Song Sheng, so he only paid attention to the key points and nodded after hearing the last sentence: This is similar to the judgment of the two of them.

"It seems that the outer city is about to fall. I just don't know if the reinforcements from the Ming Kingdom can capture the inner city before they arrive." Kalawio changed to Castile and Gihano and said.

"It seems that's it. I hope Timur can successfully capture Hami City." Jihano said. They did not support either side of the war, but because the Timur Khanate was an ally with Castilla to deal with the Ottomans, they were unwilling to suffer too much loss.

The two of them were still talking, and then they followed the voices from the front: "Kalaveyo, Jihano, are you two going to watch the capture of Hami City with me?"

Kalawio hurriedly looked up and saw Timur standing not far away, looking over with a smile.

"Good morning, khan." Kalawio and Jihano hurriedly bowed three times.

"Good morning." Timur returned the favor, said a few more words to them, turned his head and said to Fu An, "Fu An, I remember you are from Henan Province in the Ming Dynasty. These killed Khitans will not have your relatives, friends, or even fellow villagers. You don't have to be so unhappy."

"When I conquer the headquarters of the Ming Kingdom in the future and grant Shaharu the Eastern King, I will appoint you as prime minister and assist him in ruling the vast land and the large population. Your power will be far greater than your current power in the Ming Kingdom."

But even after hearing Timur's words, Fu An did not show any special expression. There was no unnecessary expression on his pale face, but just bowed and agreed.

Seeing this, Timur stopped talking and continued to go to the high platform.

After a while, he came to the place where he usually observed the situation of the war and signaled to Yesbu. Yesbu bent down and saluted, and then announced loudly: "Siege!"

Hearing this order, the Semi-man, who was originally standing loosely at the front of the formation, straightened his body and raised the sword and gun in his hand.

Standing behind them, the Samarkandians raised their spears and walked forward, while forcing the Seme people in front of them to set out. Many Seme people were reluctant, but could only move forward.

Just like a few days ago, when they walked about sixty feet away from the city, a "swoosh" sound rang out from the city, and the crossbow with a longer range began to fire arrows; when they walked about thirty feet away from the city, the "swalking" sounded and the archers began to show their power.

The Seminites also held shields in their hands, and they were raising them over their heads at this time. But they were still charging forward, unable to form a dense formation, and from time to time, someone was caught in arrows and fell to the ground screaming.

But the remaining people still kept charging. First, the team behind them would not allow them to retreat. Second, Zhu Shangbing, whom they hated, was in the city. They all wanted to break into the city and capture Zhu Shangbing alive, and then torture him to death with the most cruel punishment. So even if the casualties were large, their morale was still high and rushed towards the city wall.

The cannons behind also roared and bombarded the city wall. Although Yiwu City was built according to the mainland city, it was still short of time and insufficient manpower. The height of the city wall was enough, but the thickness was not enough. The bombardment of more than ten days has made the city wall bumpy, and even without ladders or ropes, it could climb up for a while.

The Semen who rushed to the edge of the city wall immediately threw away the shield, bit the sword in his mouth, climbed up, and then poured his head into boiling water or boiling oil. He couldn't control himself and screamed and fell to the ground.

The archers of the Samarkand people began to shoot at the top of the city; the Ming archers on the top of the city also gave up attacking the infantry and turned to the archers of the Samarkand.

The pressure of the infantry siege suddenly slowed down greatly. Most of the second group of siegemen came to a place very close to the city and began to build a ladder to the top of the city and climb up the city.

The Ming army's cannons also sounded at the right time, most of them were fighting back against the cannons of the Timur Khanate, and a few were firing shotguns. Small stones were fired from the muzzle, covering dozens of feet of range, and all the people next to each other screamed and fell down. Some were already dead in the air, some fell to the ground and died, and only a very small number of people could survive.

Kalawio and Jihano looked at the situation in front of them in a daze. Although they had been watching this situation for more than ten days, they were amazed at wars of this scale every time.

In Europe, it has been a long time since the end of the Crusade. Now the Oros in the East are fighting against the Mongols, Poland-Lithuania United Kingdom is fighting against the Teutonic Knights, England and France are also fighting intermittently, and their motherland Castile and the Venetians and Genoese join forces to deal with the Ottomans at sea. But these wars are at most tens of thousands of troops, and even thousands of wars are wars.

What they saw in front of them was that there were tens of thousands of people fighting at the same time, and hundreds of thousands of people were waiting to fight behind them.

"If His Majesty Enrique III (King of Castile) could dispatch hundreds of thousands of troops at once like Timur or the Emperor of Ming, no one in the whole of Europe, North Africa and even West Asia could stop him. His Majesty would recreate the glory of the Roman Empire and become the greatest emperor in Europe since Basil I!" Caraveyo thought in his heart.

But he just thought about it in his heart. Not to mention that Castilla could not afford so many soldiers' food at all. Even if it could afford it, the mixed nobles in the country would try their best to prevent the king from having such great power.

He was thinking in his heart, and Jihano said, "Roy, look, the Ming army on the city wall fired arrows much slower, and there were also fewer cannons roaring."

"Can the gun barrel be overheated?" Kalawio glanced enviously at the cannons of the Timur Khanate not far away. The power of these cannons is too great. Most of the bastions in Europe now cannot withstand the bombardment of cannons.

"I have been observing the frequency of cannons fired on the city wall over the past ten days. Now it is definitely not as hot as most barrels are overheated. It must be that the Ming army's arrows and shells are not enough." Jihano said confidently.
Chapter completed!