Mangui glanced at the silent city of Tashkent in the distance, put down the telescope in his hand and walked back.

The Mongols, or to be precise, the Jungar Mongols were finished. As both Mongolians, Mangui felt something indescribable in his heart.

In fact, the Mongolians as different tribes have more of a competitive relationship with each other than a friendship with the same clan. Historically, it is the Mongols who wield the butcher's knife against the Mongols the most, rather than other ethnic groups.

When two tribes compete for pasture or something else, brutal killings are no more merciful than fighting against foreign enemies.

The only connection between Mangui and them is the same language and the same belief.

But Mangui still feels uncomfortable!!

Warriors should die like warriors, instead of being locked up and starved to death like rats and mice.

The Mongols in the city resisted, as the bones in the open space in the distance can attest. They poured out of Tashkent in droves, shouting wildly and charging. Many of them had no weapons in their hands at all, and just held rocks and roared.

To the Ming army armed to the teeth.

The effect of the charge is very poor. The double 25 rapid-fire cannons can kill them like a target at a distance of one thousand meters. Even at night, as long as they trigger the mines.

Immediately there will be a continuous stream of fireworks rising into the sky, and then these people will appear like lice on a bald man's head.

No matter how many people die at night, the vultures that fall down the next day will always eat the Mongolians that have been broken into pieces. It seems that after being broken, it is easier for them to eat.

Also eating at the same time were wolves that were captured from a distance and sent into the enclosure.

Those wolves would always feel uneasy when they were just thrown into the enclosure. But when they felt that there would always be people here who couldn't eat enough, they soon became happy.

Half a year of siege fighting has made these wolves smooth and fat. Now it is estimated that if we drive them out, they will not go out.

Some hungry Mongolians came out of the city to catch wolves, and Mangui saw it with his own eyes. A wolf was torn to pieces alive by several people, and then swallowed whole, including the fur.

Hungry people, hungry wolves and hungry wolves.

The madness of the Mongols scared even the most ferocious hungry wolves. However, when these wolves discovered that the Mongols would not dare to come close to the Ming army's position, these smart beasts would lie in the moat all day long.

Basking in the sun.

Whenever I feel hungry, I will go to the opposite side to eat some people.

There were fleeing Mongols every night, so there were corpses every night.

Vultures and wolves cleaned up the corpses outside the city. The last traces of those people's existence were only white bones and gray wolf dung.

The city of Tashkent must have become a hell on earth. The Mongols used various methods to escape. They even dug a tunnel in preparation for escaping from the tunnel.

You must know that the distance from the city of Tashkent to the wall pushed out by Ming army bulldozers is a full eighteen miles. When converted into kilometers, it is a full nine kilometers.

Wanting to dig such a long tunnel shows that the Mongolians have the spirit of Foolish Old Man to move mountains.

Obviously, there is a technical difference between Yu Gong's move of mountains and digging tunnels. The biggest difference is... you can't see what's going on above ground underground.

Under the bright sun, a big hole suddenly appeared in the earth, and two natives emerged from the hole. The Ming army was startled, but panicked people usually use the weapons in their hands to attack the things that scare them.

Machine guns, rifles, grenades, and grenade launchers were all thrown away, and the two prairie dog-like guys went to meet the immortals.

The Ming army reacted and quickly occupied the entrance of the cave. They kept shooting inside with guns!

The company commander of the Ming Army who led the team was a very bad guy. He didn't just throw explosives to blow up the place. Instead, he found a lot of firewood and threw it down. Then he lit many fireworks and threw them down.

The entrance to the cave was covered by a huge canvas, and when Man Gui arrived, there were still wisps of green smoke stubbornly coming out of it!

God knows how many Mongolians inside were choked to death. Anyway, the moat was dug out in the end. The water in the moat was diverted into the tunnel. If the Mongols want to use this tunnel again, the amount of work is estimated to be very huge.

The Mongols no longer have the energy to continue digging tunnels. During this time, there are no people even running outside the city. The hungry wolves are very dissatisfied. They are used to eating human flesh and no longer like to chew bones. They lick them every day.

He kept his mouth shut and waited for the Mongolian warriors to continue rushing out of the city.

They dare not offend the Ming army here. Even the sharpest fangs and powerful claws are no match for the power of the Aka rifle.

Those few hungry wolves that were shot were good examples for them.

A fast light reconnaissance airship slowly approached the city of Tashkent. The city had become silent. The large flock of crows hovering over the city and the huge Turks were very telling.

There was no anti-aircraft fire to worry about. You must know that the airship pilot went to investigate with death determination. If it was shot down, the most likely thing would be to be eaten by those hungry Mongolians.

The airship circled over Tashkent twice and then returned!

Then, Tang Ruowang led a group of guys wearing protective clothing and pig-mouth gas masks into the city.

Only now did Mangui understand that these people came to Tashkent not to prevent the epidemic at all.

"Pack your things, let's go!" Mangui didn't want to stay in this place for a second.

"Commander! The commander-in-chief's order is that we have to stay in Ahangalan for another month before returning to the Ming Dynasty." The adjutant under his command was very careful about his figure, Mangui.

"What kind of rule is this?" Man Gui frowned. He didn't forget Li Xiao's order, but Shan Cun was upset.

"It is said that it is for epidemic prevention. They are afraid that we will bring some bacteria back to the Ming Dynasty." The adjutant was a little helpless. It was best not to provoke Man Ye at this time, but he also did not dare to disobey the commander's order.

"Then go to Ahangalan, grandma. What kind of war is this?" Mangui cursed, got on his horse and ran away, and the guards behind him hurriedly chased after him.

The generals around him were not at home, so Li Xiao could only stay in the capital.

June in Beijing is known as sauna day. Not only is the air pressure low, but it is also sultry and sultry. Dark clouds have been gathering in the sky all afternoon, and I hope it will rain soon, which will bring some relief.

But God just doesn't show mercy, and it never rains even though the clouds are thick. Even the low-flying dragonflies feel a little tired of flying, and they just find a place to stop.

Even on the wall, Li Xiao found two dragonflies lying on their backs.

Although I am from Liaodong, dragonflies are still called dragonflies these days, not Meliang.

Well, Liang is Manchu, which means that it was gradually changed after the Jurchens occupied the entire Liaodong.

Similarly, Li Xiao discovered that many terms used in later generations did not exist in this era.

Several times, Li Xiao accidentally mentioned the corners of the horns.

The servants all understand what a horn is, but the question is, what is a corner?

Liaodong and the capital were actually the places most invaded by the Manchu language. The possible reason why the people of the Eight Banners gathered together is that there are many examples of mixed use of Chinese and Manchu in the colloquialisms of Liaodong and the capital in later generations.

For example, Ma Liang, such as Hu Tie...!

This is similar to how English and Chinese were often mixed in later generations.

However, no one in Beijing speaks English these days. Anyone who speaks English will definitely be despised to death by others.

The people of Ming Dynasty have full confidence that Chinese is the most beautiful and scientific language in the world.

"Here I go to Yuntai to recruit old men, and I will kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners." The dark clouds are pressing down, which will bring a depressing atmosphere to people. Li Xiao didn't know why, but he recited these two lines of poetry.

"I've never heard my elder brother recite poetry before, but he was so bold in his words." Li Hao limped in from the Moon Gate.

After all, the water and soil in the south of the Yangtze River nourish people. After staying in the south of the Yangtze River for several years, Li Hao, who was originally as black as a black charcoal, actually became white and fat.

People who are fatter seem to be more festive.

I have met Li Hao several times recently, and this guy likes me even more. Luzhu said that this guy already has the nickname of Smiling Tiger in Jiangnan.

Smiling tiger!

Many people focus on the smiling face, but ignore the last word "tiger".

Tigers will eventually eat people. For example, some people say that Li Xiao is an eye-catching white-fronted tiger.

Fighting all the way from Liaodong, Li Xiao couldn't remember how many people he killed. However, his opponents always used words like ruthless to describe him.

As Li Xiao's younger brother, Li Hao, the smiling tiger, doesn't give in too much.

Jiangnan is the birthplace of the Donglin Party and an important base of the Donglin Party. It is not easy to implement reforms there.

Especially the equal division of land would cost the lives of the big landowners in the south of the Yangtze River. It is really not a normal reaction for people not to resist desperately.

But Li Hao is a guy who always looks for trouble when he has nothing to do. If you don't resist, he will always want to make trouble for you. If you dare to resist...! Then you'd better go to the King of Hell to redress your grievances.

In just four years, Li Hao killed countless people in the south of the Yangtze River. None of the guys who owned vast hectares of fertile land survived. Many of them even killed their entire families!

What the Donglin Party emphasizes most is character, and there are indeed many scholars in Jiangnan who have character.

But now only the bones of these talented people are left.

So many doctors at Yuelu Academy called Li Hao a ferocious beast.

Li Hao is worthy of this title, and he seems to like it very much. However, this title brings him an average of more than five assassinations per year.

As for the matter of living bombs, it is simply too trivial for Li Hao. Perhaps the Lord of Hell, in order to thank Li Hao, sent too many manpower to the old man, and let Li Hao go a long way.

Although he was assassinated many times, none of them actually caused harm to Li Hao.

Once, in order to kill Li Hao, the Donglin Party members even collapsed a building. As a result, more than a hundred people died, but the real leader Li Hao didn't even get a hair hurt.

There was no other way, so Li Hao changed his mind temporarily and did not enter the building. However, those idiots from the Donglin Party had already lit the fuse in the basement.

A bomb weighing 500 kilograms is enough to turn a building into rubble. But Li Hao didn't go in!

Li Hao's explanation for this was that the moment he walked to the door of the building, he didn't feel very good.

I feel like I can't explain this thing well, but why does Li Hao feel bad? Li Xiao thinks he should ask Lv Zhu.

"Brother, I heard that the Mongolian army in Tashkent was completely destroyed?" The two brothers didn't need to be polite. Li Hao sat down on the chair next to Li Xiao, picked up a piece of watermelon and started eating.

"Tongzhou's sand-flesh watermelon is not bad!" Li Hao spit out a mouthful of watermelon seeds and praised it greatly.

"Forget it, I'll tell you about Tashkent after you finish eating the watermelon." Li Xiao shook his big cattail leaf fan while Han Zhongli lay on the recliner like Han Zhongli.
To be continued...