Chapter One Thousand Six Hundred and Seven Japanese Slaves
Since the Ottoman Empire could not count on it, Handu directly changed his plan and stopped sending troops together with the Ottoman Empire.
Instead, they transported all the Japanese slaves to Horumos and directly attacked the southern hinterland of Timur's empire.
The original city of Horumus directly became the residence of 800,000 Japanese slaves.
Although Han Du had nearly 100,000 troops in his hands, he did not impose restrictions on the Japanese slaves. He only sent troops to watch the Japanese slaves and prevent them from escaping.
Eight hundred thousand Japanese slaves overwhelmed the entire city of Horumus at once, and without the restraint of the Ming army, the greed and cruelty in the Japanese slaves' bones broke out unscrupulously.
Although most of the people in Horumus City had already fled, there were still some Westerners left who were unable to escape.
At this point, the Westerners were not even scum compared to 800,000 Japanese slaves. In just two days, except for a few people who had good relations with the Ming Dynasty and moved to the castle in advance, there were only Japanese slaves left in the entire Horumos.
slave.
"Master" He Rong stopped talking.
Han Du looked up and saw the troubled expression on his face, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
"My lord, my subordinates don't know that my lord wants to recruit 800,000 Japanese slaves, and the governor's palace does not have enough weapons."
"How many?" Han Du said nonchalantly.
He Rong looked ashamed and explained, "The officials and others have counted and found that there are only 30,000 long knives, 10,000 bows and arrows, and only 100,000 other spears, crescent knives, iron axes, etc. in total. These are still weapons.
Less armor"
"Wait a minute." Han Du raised his hand to stop him.
"It's just a Japanese slave, what kind of weapons do you want?" Han Du curled his lips disdainfully.
"Just pass these things on."
He Rong was stunned for a moment, not realizing what Han Du meant.
"My lord, this little thing is not enough to share the 800,000 Japanese slaves."
"That's it. I'm not the nanny of the Japanese slaves. I don't have enough points for them to think of their own solutions. The Timur people have swords and armors, so they can go and rob them!"
He Rong's lips couldn't help but twitch, and he quickly lowered his head and answered, "Yes."
But I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, how can those Japanese slaves go to rob the Timurid people with their bare hands? Do they really think that the Timurid people are all made of clay?
But since Han Du gave the order, He Rong could only do it. As for those Japanese slaves, let them die if they die. Maybe this is what the father-in-law meant.
"Sir, there are two roads from Khrumos to Samarkand. One is a little east, passing through Kandahar and Ghazni to Samarkand. The other is a little west, passing through Herat and Baheli.
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He Rong took out a map and showed it to Han Du.
However, this map is very crude, with only some crude location markers on it.
They are just connected by lines, and the distances, mountains, and rivers are not marked.
With the skills here, I am afraid that even if it is marked, it will be very different and of little value.
"What's the difference between these two roads?" Han Du asked.
He Rong went on to explain, "The road from Kandahar to Ghazni is easier to walk, but it is about half the distance farther, and there are some small roads, which is not conducive to the march of the army."
"Although Herat and Baheili can take a shortcut, they are both major cities of the Timur Empire. Herat is the fiefdom of Shaharul, the fourth son of Timur, and is guarded by a large army. This is the capital of the Timur Empire.
Second only to the great city of Samarkand. In front of Baheili is the fortress Nusrato Ku. This fortress is very dangerous. I heard that Genghis Khan besieged it and it took him six months to break the city."
After Han Du thought for a long time, he firmly said, "Go to Herat and Baheili."
He Rong was a little puzzled and lowered his head and asked, "Sir, since we want to attack Samarkand quickly, why not take Kandahar? Although this road is not convenient for marching, it is better than being blocked under the Nusrato Ku Fortress.
Okay?"
Han Du smiled and shook his head, "Although our goal is to capture Samarkand as soon as possible, if we can capture the second largest city in the Timur Empire, the entire Timur Empire will be shaken. Once Timur knows who is behind him,
Even if we want to attack the Ming Dynasty when we are under attack, we will be cautious. In this way, our goal can be considered achieved."
Handu's purpose is to reduce the pressure on Lanyu in Jiayuguan. As long as he can hold back the army in the hinterland of the Timur Empire, his goal will be achieved.
"Besides, Kandahar and Ghazni should be two small cities, right?"
"My father-in-law expected it to be true." He Rong nodded.
"It is naturally impossible for a small town to store too much food. We have 800,000 Japanese slaves. If there is no food, these Japanese slaves may be dying and even come back to bite us."
"It's different when you go to Herat. Since it is Timur's second largest city, it must have a large population, and the food reserves are naturally very sufficient."
"But sir, the more people there are in Herat, the stronger the defense will be."
"It doesn't matter." Han Du shook his head lightly, "Let the Japanese slaves attack, and we can just supervise the battle from behind."
"I obey my orders."
How spectacular is the scene of millions of Japanese slaves gathering together?
Handu knew now. He stood on the top floor of the castle and looked at Horumos. The entire city was completely covered by dense Japanese slaves.
, and even spread a lot to the surrounding areas.
"Send the order, all the spoils they grab belong to them. If they can survive this battle, I will let them go free!"
"yes!"
He Rong and Cao Tai stood on the left and right of Han Du respectively. After hearing Han Du's instructions, He Rong immediately gave the order to the messenger.
Dozens of people on fast horses immediately rushed down the hillside towards Horumos. As they ran, every soldier shouted at the top of their lungs.
"The Duke of Zhenguo has an order! All harvests do not need to be handed over, they will all be given to you!"
"You don't have to hand over all your gains, they will all be given to you" ??
As the ordering soldiers rushed past, the Japanese slaves who heard the military order couldn't help but stand up, raised their hands, jumped around and shouted.
Very few of these Japanese slaves were given weapons, and these were all young and strong among the Japanese slaves.
Other Japanese slaves without weapons also had a way. They removed all the wood in the city, polished it into pieces of wood, and then connected them with ropes. Draping them on their bodies could also play a certain defensive role.
The Japanese slaves called this simple piece of wood a wooden foot. Anyway, the wooden foot used by the Japanese was originally made of bamboo chips. It is not surprising that it is now made of wood chips.
The city of Herat.
During Timur's western expedition, he once again massacred the city of Herat.
After Shaharul became the governor, he worked hard to govern and moved the Timurids several times to settle here. In addition, as the city of Herat gradually regained its prosperity, many people returned to Herat.
Twenty years later, Herat has completely restored its former prosperity. Mosques are everywhere in the city, full of religious and literary atmosphere. Shaharul's Governor's Palace is naturally the most prominent place in Herat, with its stone
The fortified Governor's Palace is four stories high, and the broad and firm gate in the middle is three stories high. On both sides of the gate are two tall spires. The walls, gates, and spires are all painted in three colors: blue, white, and green.
Some sculptures decorate the minarets and walls.
Under the sunlight, the top of the minaret is round and dark blue and beautiful.
A general with a feather crown on his head and a crescent scimitar on his waist hurriedly walked into the Shaharul Governor's Palace.
"Your Majesty, your great prince, your loyal servant has come to report urgent military information."
Shaharul is nearly forty years old. Even though he lives in seclusion and enjoys a luxurious life, the strong sunshine here gives his skin a deep yellow color.
Looking up, there are deep wrinkles on his face, especially the nasolabial folds between the eyebrows.
Although he was the governor of Herat, he did not like the title of governor and asked his subordinates to call him prince.
Your Highness.
"Ahem, you came so eagerly, where did you rebel again? Is it the Persians, the Black Sheep Dynasty, or the Delhi Dynasty?"
"Your Highness, the great prince, is neither."
"Oh? Who is that?" Shaharul, who turned out to be lazy, suddenly became interested.
Suppressing rebellion is Shaharul's favorite thing. He likes to see those people die in despair in the helpless struggle.
But after experiencing too many rebellions against the Persians, the Black Sheep Dynasty, and the Delhi Dynasty, Shaharul no longer had any interest in them. Now that he heard about the new toys, he was naturally in high spirits.
"Your Highness, Prince Qi, these people suddenly appeared in the south. Their numbers are extremely large, almost endless, but Ahem has never seen such people before."
"Oh? How many?" Shaharul didn't care who it was, he only cared whether it could give him enough surprises this time, so that his heart, which had long been accustomed to being calm, would stir again.
"There are so many that there is no end as far as the eye can see. They are like pests, destroying everything along the way, whether it is people or houses."
"If they hadn't been infantry and moved very slowly, it would have been difficult for Ahmu to escape."
Shaharul stood up in an instant, and the relaxed expression on his face disappeared completely, "Where is your Bedouin army? Are you running away without fighting?"
Ahemu showed a trace of shame on his face and lowered his head, not daring to face Shaharu's gaze.
"They, there are too many of them"
"What's the point of having more numbers? It's just a group of infantry. They can't catch up with your horses. It's so embarrassing for you to run away without fighting."
Ahmu did not dare to say a word in the face of Shaharul's reprimand. He was deeply aware of the despair of facing the boundless enemies who were like pests.
But Shaharul didn't know and was still scolding him angrily.
If Ahemu hadn't been one of the four commanders of his army, he might have pulled out the sword from his waist and chopped off his head.
After Shaharu finished reprimanding him, Ahemu bravely reminded him, "According to Ahemu's estimation, those people will be able to cross the southern desert in ten days. Please make preparations in advance."
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"Okay, I will wait for them here to see what they are. After they come, I want you to see with your own eyes how I will crush them with my cavalry."
"Take your Bedouin army back."
Shaharul waved his hand suddenly, as if he looked down on Ahemu completely.