On the same day, the 16th day of the 11th month of the Hijri calendar, Urumqi.
At this time, this unfinished city was full of people with tall noses and deep eyes, brown hair and blue eyes. Many soldiers were checking room after room. If they found someone hiding in there, they would immediately find them and send them to the square in the center of the city.
superior.
In the square, there were men wearing white robes who spoke in stiff Chinese and asked questions one by one. When they heard these people asking questions, most people shook their heads, and only a few nodded hurriedly.
It was getting dark, and the soldiers who had gone to search everywhere returned to the square. The low-ranking officer in the lead stepped forward and said something to the man in the white robe. The man nodded, gave a few instructions to the others, turned around and walked into the side of the square.
in a house.
This house is about two feet and three feet high and is divided into two floors. The man walked into the house and saw the walls inside. Although they were not gorgeous, they were slightly decorated. It was already the most luxurious in this newly built city.
of houses.
The man in the white robe walked to the second floor and saw three or four people standing on the floor. An old man over sixty years old was sitting on the bed and was talking about something. Next to the old man, there was a man with skin like black carbon and wearing eunuch clothes.
The man bowed his body to serve.
"Great Khan! All the Khitans and Mongols in the city have been picked out. A total of 897 Khitans, 566 Mongols, and 456 Khitan craftsmen. No.
Woman." The man in white robe said to the old man sitting on the bed.
Of course, this old man was Timur. When he heard this, he turned around and asked: "How many are willing to surrender?"
"Most of the Mongolians are willing to surrender. Three Khitan soldiers are willing to surrender, and there are 35 craftsmen."
"There are only so many people?" Timur was surprised. None of the Khitan people were afraid of death.
"Great Khan, I have inquired carefully. The Khitan people care about their families very much. The families of these Khitan people are all in Hami. If they surrender, our people will be demoted as slaves, so they are unwilling to surrender."
"Is the life of your family more important than your own life? If your children are gone, you can regenerate, and if your wife is gone, you can remarry." Timur muttered, raised his head and said to the man in white robes: "Send all the Khitan soldiers who are unwilling to surrender
Kill them all, chop off their heads and hang them on wooden poles."
"Don't kill the craftsmen yet, let them build the city. Send the craftsmen we brought to guard them, and kill those who don't work hard enough."
"Yes, Khan." The man in white robe agreed and took the order to retreat.
"Great Khan, although these people are unwilling to surrender, they have laid down their weapons and made no resistance to the Great Khan's army. Why must we kill them?" A man wearing traditional Samarkand clothes but with black hair and eyes
He said loudly in Khorizim language, his tone full of grief and indignation.
"Fu An, I have always respected envoys like you, but don't try to influence my decision. I know that the people you want to kill now are you Khitan people, so you don't want them to be killed. But since they
If they are unwilling to surrender to our country, I can only kill them." Timur said.
"When the Great Khan conquered other countries in the past, he did not kill all the captives. Many people were demoted as slaves. Why did he execute them all this time?" Fu An asked again.
"Because there is not enough food." Timur said: "Although Shamechagan fled with his tribe immediately after hearing that our army crossed the Alashan Pass, but took all the cattle, sheep and horses away. Now
My troops can still only eat food and meat brought from home. In order to save food, I can only kill them all." At this point, Timur paused and then said: "What, you think I will
Risking the starvation of your own soldiers to feed a few people who are unwilling to surrender? If I didn’t want to understand the situation in Hami City, I wouldn’t even persuade them to surrender, I would kill them directly.”
When Fu An heard this, he had to keep silent. It was not that he could not refute Timur's words, but it was pointless to continue to refute. He came to Samarkand City in the 29th year of Hongwu and had been in contact with Timur for eight years.
Although I haven't met him often, I know his character very well and know that no matter how much I try to persuade him, I can't make him change his mind.
"And many of these captured Han people have small Buddha statues on their bodies. My attitude towards the infidels who do not surrender has always been to kill them all. So no matter from which aspect, they must die."
Timur said again.
After saying this, he remembered something again and said to a man with brown hair in front of him: "Not only me, but in the entire West, heretics who refuse to convert will be executed, right, Karaviyo?"
The man named Klavyo is about forty years old. He has brown hair and a pair of dark blue eyes. He wears brightly colored tights, hooded sleeves on his arms, and an open-breasted shirt.
A shawl. The lower body is a pair of stockings and a pair of cowhide boots. On the head is a small Central Asian hat with a round cake headdress under the hat. There is also an open-chested mink coat hanging on his left arm.
The clothes he wore were very gorgeous. When he heard Timur's words, he quickly lowered his head and replied: "Dear Khan, as long as the pagans are willing to convert, they can still live."
Timur burst out laughing. After he finished laughing, he was about to speak when the black eunuch beside him suddenly said: "Great Khan, Minister Manlaha is back with his people."
"Let them come up." Timur said immediately, and turned around towards the door. After a while, Manlaha, who had been on two missions to the Ming Dynasty, came up with three black-haired men and bowed to him.
Salute: "May Allah grant peace to the Khan."
"May Allah grant peace to you, my dear Manlaha." Timur returned the greeting.
He was about to give Man Laha a few words, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of the person next to Man Laha and asked, "Why is this man kneeling down?"
"The Great Khan, according to the etiquette of the Khitan people, they have to kneel down when they see the monarch of their country, so they can't help but kneel down when they see the Great Khan." Manlaha explained with a nonchalant expression.
"Tell him to get up!" Timur said. He actually likes people to kneel to him, but according to the rules of Tianfang Sect, in most cases only gods can be kneeled by people, so they can only ask him to get up.
Manlaha hurriedly pulled the man up and asked him to stand aside and bow down to listen to the Khan's teachings. Although the man could not understand the Khorezmo language spoken by Timur at all.
"Man Laha, you have done a great job! You prevented the army from storming this city that was beginning to take shape and occupied this very important pass at a very small cost. I will mark it as a meritorious service for you." Timur.
Approved.
"Thank you for the compliment, Khan. But this is not my fault alone."
