Shao Yunfei's ship was tilted and struggling, vanishing outside the distant horizontal line. The commander of the Arab squadron, Hussein, watched the opponent leave without any desire to chase.

The situation in the battlefield was like a nightmare, broken limbs, broken decks, broken battle flags, broken masts, and the complete fleet was broken an hour ago. The fleet commander Muhammad and his ship were destroyed together, and they were always intoxicated in the dream of exchanging the city from the hands of the lame wolf Timur.

'The messenger of the cripple actually said that Allah had given the East great to Muslims and could conquer the earth with milk and honey within a few months. Allah, could he be crazy?' The battle just now deeply shocked Hussein, the commander of the temporary fleet, and made him soberly judge that the future of the master's allies had no hope.' Why should the lame wolf Timuer conquer this group of Eastern people? The courage shown by this expedition fleet is enough to prove the strength of the distant country. Maybe he can defeat the heroes and the emperor of the other side, but he will never be able to conquer the Eastern nation. As long as some people rise up and resist, waiting for the fate of Timuer and his empire will be doomed.'

"Sir, should we continue chasing?" Seeing Hussein dazed at the sea, the deputy thought that he was so happy that he had climbed into the position he had always dreamed of, and came over to express his loyalty in a low voice. Just now, the expedition fleet adopted an unconventional battle method, and only took advantage of it while fighting and fleeing. If there was another naval battle, the deputy was sure to take down all the Ming ships.

Hussein shook his head and made an amazing decision: "Notify the fleet and return immediately after salvaging our sailors."

"Sir, the opponent has no strength to struggle now, it is a piece of land. Besides, our Sultan's master..." The deputy hesitated to remind him, with a full face of suspicion.

"When we get that piece of soil, who knows how much we have to pay. Return!" Hussein glared at his assistant unhappily and repeated his decision. No matter how others respected Emir, Timur, the ruler of the Arab world, in Hussein's mind, he was still an inequality cripple. Through the fierce battle just now, Hussein already knew what the cripple wolf Timur asked someone to intercept the expedition fleet was, and Timur's messenger deceived everyone again. The cripple wolf was not interested in the Ming warship, but the latest artillery on the frigate with amazing speed and range. The cripple thought that his army could conquer the Ming Dynasty after being equipped with this kind of artillery. He was wrong, very wrong. He mistakenly thought that his opponent was a sick sheep, but in fact, the opponent was a strong lion. Maybe it would snooze, and when it opened its eyes, the whole world would hear its roar.

And now, perhaps it was the moment when the lion was stretched before waking up. The best way to do this was to form an alliance with it and accompany it to glory rather than blocking its path. Hussein entered the captain's room and wrote down the above words in the navigation log.

Timur was the master of the entire Arab world. This old guy had just defeated the Turkish Empire and put their former sultans in a cage to tour the exhibition. Arab countries had to obey Timur's orders under coercion and temptation. Intercepting Ming warships to obtain breech guns was just the first step Timur's messenger asked the Arab lords along the coast. Next, when the time was right, the Arab fleet had to sail eastward to attack the east from the sea to cooperate with Timur's military operations.

All the soil was covered by the blue sky and stepped on the soles of the feet, like a picture of the country, countless heroes were dreaming of domineering. For this dream, they did not hesitate to shed blood, their own, their family, and friends, even if the whole area was stained with passion. But they never asked whether they would like to be willing to those victims who achieved the great reputation of heroes.

The lame wolf Timur sat in the palace decorated with gems and gold in Samarhan, lazily stroked the head of a Tibetan mastiff with his hands. This was a giant hunting dog bought from Usitang for a large sum of money. Now he was curled up at Timur's feet as gentle as a pug. But when it turned its head to the Western messenger who was crawling on it, his eyes immediately became as cold as a knife, which scared the messenger to tremble.

Having just defeated the Turkish Empire, Timur's reputation shocked it. The frightened Christian world, from Spain to Byzantium, sent envoys to Timur to submit to Timur. The man crawled at Timur's feet was named Krayajo, and he came from Spain thousands of miles away. Timur searched through the pictures, and only the Hongwu year edition of the Painting Landscape Pictures circulated from the Ming Dynasty marked the approximate location of this country.

The gifts brought to Timur by Clavijo, the messenger of this nameless small country, were extremely generous and came from thousands of miles to pay tribute. Just to achieve one goal, Timur was invited to become the adoptive father of the Spanish king and entrusted the Spanish king to manage his Spain.

Timur got a servant country without paying any price. This request seemed ridiculous, but the ministers in the palace were no longer surprised by it. Since "entering and leaving" India several times and defeating the Turkish Empire, no neighboring countries have scrambled to come to serve their allegiance. The king who hopes to be Timur's adopted son can line up from the city gate to the palace, and hundreds of people who hope to be Timur's ethics grandson.

But the cripple was not happy about this, and he had a higher goal in his heart. He always felt that it was a humiliation in his life. In front of the picture spread on the ivory table for a long time, Timur raised his eyelids and said quietly: "Crayajo, you know, just like there is only one true god in heaven, there should be only one ruler."

"A king of all kings with mountains and rivers, Spain is willing to crawl at your feet and offer you every year. Your son's subjects are your subjects, why bother to come to our remoteness?" Crayajo was shocked and staggered, defending with a crying voice.

When he arrived at the Palace of Timur, Crajajo could only use this kind of singing dialogue method. In order to be familiar with the language and rituals here, he studied for more than a year. Before leaving, the king of Spain solemnly told him to sign a peace treaty with Timur anyway, otherwise God's punishment would come to the world of Christ again.

Less than a hundred years have passed before God's punishment. The cruelty and blood of the Mongols remain in people's nightmare. The books of the Christ world are filled with memories of blood and tears. And this newly-risen mixed-race monk of Mongolians and Arabs is said to be ten times more bloody than a hundred years ago.

After coming to the Timur Empire, Krayayo finally knew what made his king so scared. The cruelty of this person who had a lame leg and exuded a zombie-like odor of rancidness in front of him is no longer described. The name of the king of kings on earth is not suitable for him. The name that suits him the most is Satan, or the controller of resistance. On the way, under the guidance of the official responsible for greeting the messenger, Krayayo saw a captured enemy officer inserted into a picket stake by the road every few miles. The tip of the wooden stake reached into the anus of the corpse and poked out from his mouth, and flocks of crows were flying in front of the corpse. Some of the corpses were still fresh, and the pain and despair before their death could be seen from the faces of the deceased. The captured soldiers were so numb that they were only left with a shell, dragging heavy shackles, and struggling to build a road that communicates with the east and west of the empire.

"Aren't they Muslims? Why do you treat your own church members like this?" Krayajo asked strangely.

"They are also Muslims, but they violated the will of the Great Emier (Temur), so they were punished for hard labor. If they were not Muslims, they had been inserted into wooden stakes." The receptionist said, as if killing was a kind of glory. "When we captured Delhi, we killed 200,000 of them at one time. Ten years later, there was no recovery there. My king's order passed over, and no one dared to disobey."

There is no one anymore. Krayajo dared not contradict the officials. He was afraid that he would be inserted into a picket stake by accident. 200,000 people, and the number of people in some countries is just like this.

"My king is the direct descendant of Genghis Khan, the Golden Family, and the natural ruler of the Yamato River. Those who do not surrender to my king will be killed by my king." While the reception officials were proudly showing off, Krayajo learned about the genealogy of the emperor he was about to face, although this genealogy seemed to be made up. "Mynai gave birth to a son, Ha came out, Ha came out and gave birth to a son, Chabarula, and Yes Chandra, and Yes Chandra, and Sukhuchichen gave birth to a son, Karachaernayan, and Harachaernayan gave birth to a son, Yilianjier, and Yesenjier gave birth to a son, Buerheer, Tarahai gave birth to a son, Tarahai gave birth to a son, Timur."

As for the outstanding military achievements introduced by the officials, too many battles were not clear about the Kraya Jones. He only remembered two words: massacre. Anyone who refuses to surrender will massacre the city. Those who fail to surrender will massacre the city. Those who fail to surrender will massacre the city. Those who rebel after surrender will massacre the city. Those who do not obey the orders of the new officials will massacre the city. After the city is broken, there will be no man left. Timur takes their lives in the name of Allah, and when he is most merciless, he pardoned one hundred and fifty people.

Thinking of these bloody history, Krayajo did not dare to look up and beg forth. At that moment, he felt the unbearable weight of the task he was carrying, and the fate of the entire Christ world was on his shoulders. If he could not please the cripple man covered with abscess in front of him, the next person to be massacred would be his brothers.

After hearing enough of Kraveyo's plea and satisfying his desire to vent his majesty, the lame wolf Timur walked off his seat and pulled up Krayajo, "Get up from afar, guests. I will discuss your request with my ministers. Before making a decision to return to your country and report to you, I would like to ask you to see my invincible army and see the glory given to Muslims by Allah."

The pungent stench made Kraveyo almost fainted. Although he had not taken a bath for three months on his journey, the smell was also very "talk". Compared to Timur, he felt that his body odor was as fragrant as a girl. Holding the rolling in his stomach and intestines, Kraveyo stood up, stood beside Timur, lowered his eyelids and replied: "The King of Kings under the lucky star, the master of the whole world, I have seen your loyal and brave warriors on the way when I came. The sword of anger and punishment in their hands are invincible in the world."

"The King of Kings under the auspicious star, the master of the whole world, the sword of anger and punishment!" Timur laughed. This messenger from afar was indeed good at singing and praise. Every sentence sounded so comfortable, and he could make himself happy than the jester in his palace, and his conversation was still so elegant. Timur was not an uneducated person. During the war, he once recited poems with his opponents. The leader of Salbado was once moved by his elegant poems, believing that those who could write such beautiful poems must be a kind and compassionate elder. As a result, when they signed a treaty in Timur's military tent, they were all cut off by Timur's heads.

"The auspicious Timur, who is one with heaven and man, has compassion and will not easily use his sword of anger and punishment." Kraveyo quickly added a few more words. Through the inquiry along the way, he learned that the imperial military power in front of him was indeed very powerful. No lord in the Christ world has so many warriors who have experienced many battles.

"Kravio, you only saw the crow wolf's claws. Today I will let you see the teeth of the crow wolf. Come and prepare the horse!" Timur's happy order. This Spanish local bun had never seen the Ming Dynasty, so he thought that Bengu Liegan (the meaning of son-in-law, another title of Timur. He married the daughter of Hezan Khan of Genghis Khan's family, so he called himself the son-in-law of the Golden Family) the empire in the world. Today, he would like to let him see Benda Aimer's army and let those Western barbarians completely return to Benai Aimer.

The palace guards in iron armor walked out of the hall and prepared two sweat-blooded horses. A guard bent down and Timur stepped on his back and stepped on the war horse. No one was to serve Kraveyo, and the sweat-blooded horse was recognized. He climbed several times but did not climb onto the horse. He wanted to climb around the other side, but was knocked down by the horse, which made Timur's ministers burst into laughter.

"The clever and wise dukes, the king of kings fighting against the sky's wings, Claviyo cannot conquer the proud war horses, and would rather walk behind everyone." Claviyo got up from above, sorted out his clothes, bowed to everyone, and expressed his apology.

"How can that be done!" Timur was even happier, "Come and carry our distinguished guest on the back."

Several warriors in iron armor walked forward, picked up Kraveio like an eagle catching a chicken, and kept him on the war horse. The shrill sound of trumpets recalled outside the palace, "Great Aimer is on tour, Great Aimer is on tour!" The warrior's shouts resounded throughout the wilderness. On both sides of the streets in the city, every family was locked and every household was closed. In an instant, the huge king became as quiet as prison, with only the sound of horse hooves hitting the surface, "Oh, yes..." It made people feel trembling when they heard it.

The cavalry left the palace and went straight out of the city. Along the way, Kraveyo saw subjects who had no time to dodge and worshiped their actual rulers. On both sides of the street, warriors holding scimitars stood on the eaves of the street, staring at the movements around. Occasionally, one or two ignorant cats ran out and were immediately greeted by countless warriors, either chopped into pieces by scimitars, or shot into hedgehogs by force crossbows.

"You have walked far away, how about my city compared to the West?" Timur pointed at the glorious royal palace, Hedao Mosque with a horse whip and asked enthusiastically.

"Report to the King of Kings, your palace is the most gorgeous in the world, and the sky gardens of ancient Babylon are not as good as those of the horse." Kraveyo answered shakingly on the horse's back. The sweat-blooded BMWs paid by the Turks were not as wide as those of the Western Knights' mounts. Although the speed was fast, those who were not used to it could not adapt to the bumps of the saddle for a while.

"Haha, haha, then what do you think of my subjects?" Timur laughed and pointed at the people crawling on the top with a horse whip.

Claviyo glanced at the thin shoulders trembling in the shaking spring breeze, and his heart was shocked, and he continued to answer respectfully: "Return to the lucky Lord who shines with auspicious stars, I have seen your majesty in them. Even if the omnipotent God stands here, there is no way for everyone to be willing to give the ritual of the priest."

Timur's subordinates laughed in unison. This Western barbarian was so interesting. Every word he said was like a hymn, just in his heart, making people feel comfortable and intoxicated.

After leaving the northern city gate, I saw countless camps erected in front of me, like barracks and tribes. The bloodthirsty warriors heard about the arrival of Emier, and sounded the horns and lined up to greet him. Suddenly, a shout was heard, followed by dust, and the two rows of people scattered, one team went east and the other team went west, each of them carrying a large cap. The galloping Mongolian cavalry were all wearing felt robes, lined with iron armor, and raised their swords high to the sky, shouting and bowing to the commander. When the two arc-shaped pockets were filled, the commander of the officers, all the knights took the mounts and immediately got ready. The people and mounts suddenly seemed like wooden carvings, and they did not move.

It was only at this moment that Klaviyo saw the full picture of the knight. The cavalry on the left was full of sweat-blooded horses under his crotch. The sabers in his hands were flat and long, and looked like Damascus long swords. The soldiers on the right were riding a flying camel in the desert. The weapons in his hands were Mongolian scimitars, and half a moon was like a dog leg. All the knights had an arrow bag around their waists, and a guy the size of a crossbow was inserted inside. Klaviyo had seen the power of this thing on the road and knew it was the famous three-eyed musket.

Timur looked at Clavijo, who was so surprised that he couldn't stop talking. He immediately stepped forward and bowed to the warriors. He asked in a rare tone, "Warriors, have your knife sharpened today?"

The knights did not need to walk down their mounts in front of their masters, but raised their swords to return the salute in front of them. Under the leadership of the commander, they shouted in unison: "It's sharpened. Always prepare to cut off the opponent's head for their master."

"Okay, okay." Timur walked up to a soldier and carefully examined his cannons and armor. The majesty showed kindness. Only at this moment did his disability and abscesses not so eye-catching. He turned to Claviyo and said to all the warriors: "This is a guest from afar. He has seen warriors from countless countries. Today we will send ten thousand people to witness the glory of the Timur Empire. Are you willing?"

"I am willing to serve the King of Kings!" The warriors shouted again and rushed into the barracks. The entire barracks vibrated with the shouts, and Da Yi began to tremble.

"Let's go to the high place." Timur took the lead and led everyone to a high slope. He was as skilled as a young warrior. Everyone stood up at the high place. The guards brought liquor and jerky to Timur and all the ministers, asking Clavilo and everyone to eat while waiting.

Before everyone could swallow the second sip of wine, the officers had already ordered the soldiers who were on the parade to rush out of the barracks. Under the blue sky and white clouds, light cavalry, heavy cavalry, longbowmen, and musketeers lined up, one red, one green, one yellow, and one purple, and various battle flags swayed across the sky. The mountain horses neighed and the iron armor was sonorous, which was spectacular.

More than 10,000 troops gathered under the earth slope, but they could not hear the noise of soldiers. They were shaking in the spring cold, and only heard the neighing of the horse.

"Blow the trumpet!" With a command from Timur, a battle flag rose slowly from the temporary erected flagpole on the earth slope, and dozens of trumpets played a tone at the same time, shrill and long.

As soon as the trumpet stopped, the sky was silent. A sudden shout was like thunder. Five teams of cavalry rushed out of the formation and galloped forward. As they marched, they automatically dispersed into several cones, and the front and back horses staggered away. Five rays of smoke and dust rolled upwards in front of the hillside. Before Claviro had time to be afraid, the sword light flashed in the air. The knights made a neat virtual chopping action, turned the horse's head, and turned to the valley on the left.

Then came the performance of camel soldiers. These desert boats were trained to be as flexible and swift as horses, and rushed from the hillside like wind, and saw the dangers and obstacles inside the universe as nothing.

After the performance of the spear and the archer ended, Kraveyo's face was no longer bloody, and a green light faintly appeared in his already fair face. This time he came here to find out the facts of his opponent. The large barracks outside the city could accommodate no less than 100,000 people. I just heard from the ministers of Timur that there were seven such barracks outside the city. If the 800,000 troops were all so powerful, it would be enough to conquer the world of Christ and sweep the world. You should know that when the Golden Horde attacked, 20,000 soldiers attacked the Rhine. Since then, countless kings have sent envoys to the Golden Horde to pay tribute to him every year and accept his humiliation. The Golden Horde has been beaten by Timur in recent years and has no power to fight back. The big and small princes under its jurisdiction take the opportunity to take the cavalry and are about to be destroyed.

Timur showed off for a long time, but he was still satisfied. He called a guard to give him a few words. The guard nodded and took the order. After a while, hundreds of cannon cars pushed out of the camp again. The gunner lifted the cannon suit, and the black muzzle appeared in the sunlight.

"Warriors, let the guests from afar listen to our cannons!" Timur personally sounded the trumpet on the hillside.

The first ten cannons, and within one minute, the shooting was ready to be completed. Several ignitions flashed at the foot of the mountain, and flew towards the purpose marked with colorful flags in advance. A loud bang was heard in his ears, and the flames jumped, and the place where the colorful flags were inserted in the distance had been smoothed. The guard handed Claveyo a single-tube cliffhanger to help him lengthen the camera. Wherever Claveyo's eyes reached, rolling black smoke came out from several large pits more than four feet deep, as if the prison demon was persuaded to open his mouth.

The soldiers were so powerful, Clavijo's face turned green, and he understood what Timur wanted to express when he brought him to the military parade. This kind of artillery has never been seen in the Western world. Missionaries who returned from the East once reported the power of artillery in the Far East to the Holy See several times, but were regarded as nonsense by the bishops and were only for entertainment after dinner.

"Guests from afar, do you think the strength of the empire can dominate the entire world?" Looking at Kraveyo's face, Timur knew that the force of force had almost achieved the effect, and he pointed his hand at the other party and asked majesticly.

The voice was not loud, but it sounded like Claviyo, but it roared at the devil's roar. It rolled down from the horse's back, crawled in the mud, and replied with its head down, "Enough, my king will be proud to be your son. No one in the world has the strength to compete with you, only the sword in the hand of an angel can compete with you. If you want to conquer the West, Spain will obey your orders in front of your tent."

Almighty Lord, have you seen your people fall into prison again? Clavio felt the coldness in his heart, as if he had seen the misfortune of his neighboring countries. Whether it was Spain, England, France or those city-states, no country had the strength to fight against Timur. Instead of being trampled by his iron hooves, it was better to lie under the horse's hooves and wait for the mercy of his master.

Timur nodded and smiled again, his smile as mysterious as a devil. "Got from afar, go back and tell your kings, and all the kings you can meet, let them send the most loyal warriors to fight for me. I can forgive you, and even forgive you for not believing in Allah. But I want you to obey me, and all the warriors obey my commands."

"Aren't you going to enter the West?" Clavijo couldn't believe his ears. If he didn't plan to conquer the world of Christ, what would Timur have to do with so many soldiers? The world of Christ, but whenever he had enough troops, he would organize a crusade.

"You don't understand, you don't understand what true prosperity is." Timur turned his eyes to the mountains in the east after the desert. The heroes were strong men like him, not the sick men in the world of Christ. Thousands of miles away, it was a place of prosperity that no one could describe in words. The best tea wrapped in gold foil in the world of Christ was only worth rinsing the mouth of the farmers. My good friend Gao Fatty once sent someone to send him a pack of green tea, and the taste once made all the ministers swallow their saliva on the spot. A guard seemed to have snatched a few pounds, but he kept showing off before being caught and executed. It was worth it.
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