There is a huge cavalry on the grassland, advancing towards Samarkand. The leader of this cavalry is none other than Galdan's mortal enemy Alabutan.

Young Alabutan glanced at the team behind him. Everyone was carrying a large eight-pellet rifle. There were grenades in the sack, and the packhorses were carrying ammunition and supplies.

He has never been so generous, even when he was fighting the Han people. Most of the weapons and ammunition supported by the British were retained by Galdan, and very few could be distributed to him. Unlike now, every time

Three hundred rounds of ammunition per person, not counting the revolver in his waist!

Taking the team to Geritu was the right move. He would never forget the magnificent capital city of the Ming Dynasty. The city walls were as high as mountains, and there were as many people as stars in the sky. There were many kinds of shops on the streets.

He had never seen anything for sale.

How stupid it is to fight such a country, Alabutan feels that he has been so stupid in the past few years.

I met the very young commander, who seemed to be less than thirty years old. He took me to visit the Ming Dynasty's weapons testing site and saw various weapons of the Ming Empire.

All the elite Ming Dynasty field divisions were equipped with Aka 47 rifles. This rifle can load thirty rounds at a time and does not need to be loaded before the fight is finished. The rifle he used before can only load five rounds at a time.

.The continuity of firepower cannot be compared at all!

Alabutan could still accept the Aka 47 rifle. After all, this rifle was not very outrageous. But when he saw the Maxim heavy machine gun, his world was immediately overturned.

This kind of gun can actually shoot so many bullets in the blink of an eye. The cavalry charging in front of this kind of gun is simply going to die. I can't imagine the fate of a large number of cavalry charging, encountering more than a dozen heavy machine guns. Use that

In the words of the commander, the advent of this kind of gun means that the Mongols can only develop on the road of singing and dancing. Any attempt to attack the Central Plains will be torn to pieces by heavy machine guns.

If the Jungar Mongols want to survive, they must rely on the Han people. This made Alabutan desperate, because the powerful empire he saw could never be defeated by the Mongols.

If you want to continue to survive and survive under the wings of the Ming Dynasty, you must fight for the Ming Dynasty. Alabutan is going to fight with his uncle, and exchange the head of his dear uncle for the chance of the Jungar Mongols to continue to survive.

Among the Han people, this is called a petition.

Leaving all his family members behind, Alabutan sent his army to the Ili Valley. When he arrived there, he discovered that Galdan had actually taken all his followers away. He heard that they were going to move to the oasis in the Chirchik Valley.

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Arabtan knew that place, it was the territory of the Uzbeks. Based on his understanding of the Uzbeks, they were definitely no match for his uncle Geldan.

"Hurry up and grab Galdan's roasted whole lamb." Alabutan no longer hesitated, waving the riding crop in his hand to urge the team to march.

Since the cavalry became fully armed, they no longer need to rely on charges to attack. In the Ming Dynasty, he learned more sophisticated cavalry tactics. Alabutan believed that he could abandon the tactics that the Mongols had used for hundreds of years.

Galdan under the city of Samarkand had no idea that a vicious wolf was quietly approaching. He was still waiting for the Emir's army!

Galdan believed that the emir had lost the courage of his ancestors. Today's Bukhara dynasty is as cowardly as a sheep! It seems that cities like Samarkand should be the only remaining tough guys.

The midnight moonlight shines on the ground outside the city of Samarkand. Today's moon is very round and big. The jade plate-like moon shines on the ground like daylight.

After the brutal siege, the Mongolian army was very tired. The cold front blowing on the campfire flickered on and off, splashing sparks from time to time. The sentry held his gun and dozed off little by little.

The officers also got into their tents. The siege battles in the past few days had really drained everyone of their physical strength. In the darkness, vague black shadows were slowly approaching the Mongolian camp.

Alabutan was lying on a hillock, using a telescope to observe the military tent in the distance. It was about four miles away and could be reached by mortars.

"Did you see that area without a campfire?" Alabutan said, pointing to a tent in the distance.

"I see, those things covered with canvas should be rockets." Shaoyigu nodded affirmatively. As a Mongolian officer, he was very familiar with the arrangements for the Mongolian army to camp.

"Concentrate all the mortars and bombard the ammunition dump." Alabutan said viciously.

"That must be spectacular." Shaoyigu licked his lips. If the ammunition dump exploded, it would be enough to level half of the Mongolian army camp. There are too many accumulated ammunition, not only rockets, but also various other types of ammunition.

Such shells and bullets.

"I'll give you half an hour to prepare, go and do it!" Alabutan took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was a gift given to him by the young commander.

Shaoyigu’s figure quickly disappeared!

Soon the packhorses carrying the mortars were led out, very close to the Mongolian military camp. All the war horses wore bits. The hooves and iron tools were carefully wrapped with cloth strips to prevent them from making any sound.

The packhorse stepped over the dead body of the secret sentry, and the artillerymen quickly installed the mortars. Shaoyigu lay on the hillock and began to count the shots.

Galdan angrily kicked away the naked Uzbek woman, who was actually snoring in her sleep. The Uzbek woman ran away like a frightened doe! Galdan sat on the felt mat and took a sip of koumiss.

His grandmother, since leaving Tubo, everything seems to have gone wrong. She has almost never won a war with the Han people. When did the Han people, who were as cowardly as sheep, become more ferocious than wolves?

When he saw an ordinary Han man dared to fight against the Mongolian army with a wooden stick, he was so surprised that he almost fell to the ground. Is this the same Ming Dynasty who bullied him whenever he wanted?

Not thinking about those troubles, Galdan decided to go to bed. There were still many things to do tomorrow. If Emil didn't come yet, he decided to ask him if he wanted to be skewered on a rack instead of roasting a whole lamb.

As soon as the blanket covered him, Galdan felt his body bounce up. Then there was a deafening explosion, and the huge cowhide tent was blown down by the howling wind, burying Galdan underneath.

Standing from Arabtan's perspective, he felt that the flames of the explosion were as high as a hundred meters high. The huge explosion made his ears instantly deaf. The strong wind of the shock wave almost suffocated him. The tremor of the earth made Arabtan

Tan almost vomited.

Countless men and horses on fire were running around in the camp, and the bodies blown up by the explosion were actually thrown in front of Alabutan, five miles away.

Looking at the steaming corpse in front of him, Alabutan decided not to eat roasted whole lamb again.

The Mongolian army camp had turned into a huge bonfire. Alabutan's men lay on the Gobi desert with the bonfire as the background, and kept shooting at the running Mongolian soldiers.

This kind of shooting is like hunting rabbits. Although the caliber of the big eight-grain rifle is a bit small, the shooting accuracy is very high.

Mongolians seem to be born with a love of shooting, and are good at it. From bows and arrows to rifles, there is no exception. The sound of the rifle is domineering, and almost every bullet destroys an enemy.

Galdan climbed out of the collapsed tent, and the thick cowhide almost suffocated him. He greedily smelled the air smelling of gunpowder smoke, and after just taking a few breaths, he saw his soldiers being shot like yellow sheep.

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"Mortar! Mortar! Chuan Erdan, Chuan Erdan! Damn it, pull Chuan Erdan up quickly and let him fire at those insidious foxes." Geerdan pointed to the muzzle flash in the distance.

, shouting wildly.

With many years of experience in battle formations, although he didn't know who the opponent was, he could already tell from the sound of gunfire that this was the rifle commonly used by the Ming army.

The Ming army reached the city of Samarkand? This is fucking impossible. With the few cavalry of the Ming army, how dare they go deep into Central Asia?

As Galdan shouted, the Mongolian army began to counterattack. No one dared to charge on horseback at this time, which was no different from seeking death. Both sides changed their cavalry into infantry, lying on the ground and shooting at each other.

Mortars from both sides were also firing at each other. Far more soldiers were killed by mortar fragments than by bullets.

The two armies, both speaking Mongolian, fought selflessly on the Uzbek land. They fought from dark until dawn, with no winner or loser!

The sun rose, and the sunlight shone on the battlefield filled with gunpowder smoke and corpses. A black line suddenly appeared on the horizon. When Galdan saw the black line appear, his heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

Those were none other than the people who rushed out of Samarkand. Among them were gray-haired old men and teenagers who had not even grown their beards.

Some of them were holding captured Mongolian rifles, and some were holding rifles equipped by Uzbeks. More people were holding wooden sticks, kitchen knives, machetes, daggers, and bayonets taken from rifles.

These people are obviously mentally disturbed, as evidenced by the fact that they are not afraid of death and do not care about death.

They ran wildly, knocking down the front row with rifles. The people in the back row immediately picked up their weapons and charged. Mortar shells killed several people, and the people in the back continued to charge in the smoke.

The residents of Samarkand screamed "Aow" and "Aow". They stared with bloodshot eyes and waved primitive weapons in their hands. Corpses covered the road of charge. When they rushed into the Mongolian army camp, the situation

It changed all of a sudden.

The Mongols, who had always been as ferocious as wolves, were now driven away like rabbits. The Samarkands used wooden sticks, machetes, stones, fists, and teeth! They wanted to tear apart every Mongolian they saw.

, it’s a completely life-less death-defying style of play.

For the first time, Galdan discovered that a woman's sharp claws can be so lethal.

"Retreat! Retreat!" When another black line appeared on the horizon, Galdan gave the order without hesitation.
Chapter completed!