Under the setting sun, the city walls of Samarkand revealed gaps one after another. Those gaps were large and long, and the remaining city walls stood alone in the setting sun like the teeth of an old lady.

Thick smoke was rising in the city, and explosions were heard one after another. From time to time, new thick smoke rose into the sky, with orange-red flames in the smoke, showing that the power of the explosion was very powerful.

Galdan looked at the dilapidated Samarkand in front of him and was so filled with hatred that his teeth almost broke.

I thought that the Uzbeks would surrender soon, but their kings had surrendered, but the city still refused to surrender. I cursed Genghis Khan, the pride of the Mongols! It was all his crazy massacre of Samarkand hundreds of years ago.

, leading to today’s situation.

I don’t know who spread the rumor that after the Mongols occupied Samarkand, they would follow the example of their ancestors and cause the same massacre. Every Uzbek in the city believed this rumor, so the resistance was very fierce. When the city wall was not breached, the little

Children all know how to carry bricks to the city wall.

The attack on the city wall went smoothly. Long-barreled cannons were pulled in. No matter how thick the city wall was, it could be chewed through layer by layer. But the street fighting after breaking through the city wall gave Galdan a headache.

No matter how well-equipped the Mongols are and how brave they fight, they are all outsiders to this city with a population of 200,000. The locals firmly occupy the terrain advantage, and the Mongolian soldiers rush into

Entering Samarkand is like a raging wolf entering a maze.

Bricks or stones will be thrown down from the roof, and musket bullets may be fired from the corners. It is not the standard rifle of the Mongols, but the most primitive firecracker. This thing is still striking iron and sand, although the accuracy is worrying when it is far away.

But at a distance of more than ten meters, the damage caused by this thing was very large. The wounded barracks were filled with howling soldiers, who were basically injured by this kind of gun.

They may not die, but they will definitely become disabled. Many brave warriors' eyes were sprayed with iron sand, and some were beaten until their chests were covered with iron sand. When the doctor took it out, the howling sound no longer sounded like

human voice.

The Uzbeks used bows, arrows, slingshots and other means to attack the Mongols. The Mongols, who were unfamiliar with the terrain, suffered a big loss. The first thousand-man team to break into the city only returned more than a hundred people. The rest were not turned into corpses.

, is turning into a corpse.

The ferocious Mongols were not willing to suffer losses and began to shoot and kill all moving objects they saw. Including the elderly, children, women and dogs!

But the wanton massacre further aroused the anger of the Samarkand people. Suicide bombings began to spread on the streets. A group of Mongolian soldiers walked carefully on the streets. A guy with an explosive bag on his body would jump from the roof.

When they came down, there was a loud "boom" and the group of Mongolian soldiers was destroyed.

In the beginning, they only attacked groups of Mongolian soldiers, but now these guys have not spared even groups of Mongolian soldiers. As long as there are more than two Mongolians gathered together, explosive bags may fall somewhere.

A city with broken bricks and tiles has now become a meat grinder. Seeing groups of Mongolian soldiers rushing in and then being carried out as wounded or corpses, Galdan felt his heart bleeding. These are all

It is your capital to conquer the world!

The mortars were mobilized, but there was nothing they could do. If you want to hit the target, you have to see the target first. But now the Mongols are facing an elusive enemy, regardless of gender, age or child. No matter what, you will die.

, it seems more cost-effective to kill a Mongolian and then die.

Jirel led a group of his men and carefully advanced along the streets covered with rubble. The streets were full of corpses, most of them Uzbeks and only a few Mongolians.

The wooden doors and windows were burning, and black smoke was rising. Jirel did not dare to be careless at all. His team was divided into three parts. At the front were two soldiers exploring the way, followed by more than a dozen people to follow, and finally

His large army has fifty brothers under his command, arranged in echelons.

Jizile felt that it was safer this way. At least when the two leading soldiers were killed, the people behind could kill more Uzbeks. Before he came to this street, the centurion took another fifty people to another street.

Street. When Jirel found them, they were all corpses. Surrounding their corpses were no less than two hundred Uzbeks.

He looked around vigilantly, especially above his head. Jizile did not dare to be careless at all. When he saw that the sentry climbing up to the house above his head did not make any move, he dared to give the order and the team continued to search.

Suddenly an Uzbek child ran across the street, and a dozen rifles fired almost simultaneously. Blood mist spattered on the little boy, and the sentry exhaled, pulled the bolt of the gun and reloaded the gun. In a place like this, it is important to keep ammunition at all times.

It is very important to have bullets ready to fire in the magazine.

Suddenly, the sentry heard footsteps behind him. When he turned around, he saw a sharp machete. The blade reflected the sunlight and was a bit dazzling! Before he could react, his head flew up. There was blood in his chest.

Lao Gao spurted out and his whole body fell down towards the house.

As if it was a signal, countless people poured out from both sides of the street in an instant. As if entering a wolf's sheepfold, these Uzbeks were holding kitchen knives, axes, wooden sticks and even bricks in their hands. There were men, women, and even bricks in their hands.

There were children, old and young. There were even seven- or eight-year-old children running along with bricks.

It was strange that the people rushing in front were all old people. As soon as they rushed out, they were shot to the ground by the Mongolian soldiers who were waiting for them. There was only a dozen meters away, so it was very difficult to miss them.

The old people fell in a pool of blood, and the people behind them were even more crazy. They opened their mouths and shouted slogans loudly, and their eyes were so wide that they were about to bulge out of their sockets. The steps under their feet were extremely fast, and they were already running away in just a breath.

After walking more than ten meters, we came to the sight of the Mongolian soldiers.

Jizile just pushed a bullet and shot a guy who rushed in front of him. The bullet hit the chest. You can see that the leather robe on the guy's chest was torn open, and broken bones and blood spattered out and sprayed him.

Face.

Before he could pull the gun bolt, an ax had already been chopped off on the head. Helpless Jirel could only raise the rifle, and the bayonet suddenly penetrated the guy's body. The strange thing was that the guy was pierced by the bayonet, but he acted like nothing was wrong.

.The barrel of the gun was stuck in his chest, and he couldn't see Jirel even after swinging the ax in his hand several times.

Jizile wanted to throw this guy away, because someone else was already rushing towards him. He whipped twice, but the bayonet actually didn't move at all.

The Uzbek who was stabbed by him was smiling, showing his teeth stained with blood. He grasped the bayonet tightly with both hands to prevent Jirel from taking it out.

Seeing a guy with a meat cleaver rushing over, Jirel also tried his best. He jerked his rifle, pulled out the bayonet, and half of his palm fell to the ground.

Just when he was about to stab him with the rifle, the machete had already hit his shoulder. The machete broke half of the bone, and Jirel's arm fell down weakly. Before Jirel could scream, a brick was slapped against the door.

Come down.

A boy of fourteen or fifteen years old jumped up and knocked down Jirel. He sat on top of him and kept hitting Jirel's head with the stone in his hand. The stone was soon covered with hair, blood and brain matter.

There were screams and curses all around, but the boy turned a deaf ear to it. He just hit Jirel's head hard until his hand was scratched by Jirel's skull!

In just a few moments, a whole group of people were beaten to death. The Uzbeks began to remove the ammunition from the Mongolians, and some even took off the Mongolian clothes. The young boys picked up the Mongolian guns and quickly disappeared from the nearby buildings.

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Soon the streets returned to calm, as if nothing had ever happened here. It was just that there were many corpses on the ground, including men, women, old and young. The smallest body could only reach the waist of an adult...

None of the Mongolian soldiers survived. They all lay in a pool of blood and stared up at the sky, their eyes losing the brilliance of life. Jirel was more unlucky, with only half of his face left. His eyes were scratched by his ears.

Very miserable!

Once again seeing his soldiers withdrawing with heavy casualties, Galdan knew that he could not continue fighting like this. If he lost all his money here, those forces observing in the dark would pounce on him like hungry wolves and tear him apart.

into pieces.

Galdan has achieved a lot over the years, but he has also offended many people. His nephew Alabutan vowed to be sworn in with him. For Galdan, losing the army meant a tragic death.

"Send someone to tell the emir to send troops here. Otherwise, I will go to Bukhara to capture him and roast him alive on the fire." Galdan suddenly came up with an idea.

Since Samarkand is so tenacious, it is better to mobilize the Uzbeks to fight in the city. Instead, we want to see what it will be like when the Uzbeks fight against the Uzbeks.

"Before the emir sends troops, surround Samarkand and not allow a grain of food to be transported in. At the same time, plunder all the Uzbeks within a radius of twenty miles and rob their food for military needs."

There is no better way to plan poison than to set fire, and no better way to plan evil than to starve the city of food. Since the attack was not going well, Galdan decided to starve the city of food. This is also a very common approach when attacking a city is not going well.

Of course, there is another advantage to doing this. That is, it will cause less damage to the city. After all, Galdan wants to move to Samarkand, not to destroy this historical city.

Galdan never dreamed that when 200,000 people were killed and fighting with him, he would actually be unable to conquer this city that the Mongols once massacred.
Chapter completed!