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 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. They just sent troops to watch the Japanese slaves and prevent them from escaping.
Eight hundred thousand Japanese slaves overwhelmed the entire city of Horumos 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, Westerners are 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 hesitated to speak.
Han Du looked up and saw the troubled expression on his face, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
"My lord... I don't know that your lordship 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 took inventory 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..." 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, but he still hadn't realized what Han Du meant.
"Master, this little thing is not enough for 800,000 Japanese slaves."
"That's it. I'm not the nanny of the Japanese slaves. I don't have enough money for them to think of their own solutions. The Timurid people have a lot of swords and armors. 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 could those Japanese slaves rob the Timurid people with their bare hands? Do you really think that all Timurid people are 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. "
He Rong took out a map and showed it to Han Du.
However, this map is very simple. There are only some simple location marks connected by lines. There are no distances, mountains, or rivers marked on it.
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 roads to Kandahar and Ghazni are easier to walk, but they are about half the distance farther, and they are all small roads, which are not conducive to the march of the army."
"Although Herat and Baheili can take shortcuts, 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 empire of Timur. 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 said firmly: "Go to Herat and Baheili."
He Rong was a little puzzled and lowered his head and asked: "Master, 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 at Nusrato Ku Fortress. Are you ready?"
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, we will be cautious. In this way, our goal can be considered achieved. "
Handu's purpose was to reduce the pressure on Lanyu in Jiayuguan. As long as he held back the army in the hinterland of Timur's empire, his goal would 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 your orders."
...
How spectacular is the scene of millions of Japanese slaves gathering together?
Handu knew now and 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.
"Go on, 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 Han Du's left and right 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 and headed towards Horumos. While running, 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!"
"There is no need to hand over all the gains, they will all be given to you..."
As the messengers rushed past, the Japanese slaves who heard the military orders couldn't help but stand up, raised their hands, jumped and shouted.
Very few of these Japanese slaves were given weapons. These were the 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, and then connected them with ropes, which could also play a certain defensive role when draped on their bodies.
The Japanese slaves called this simple piece of wood a wooden piece of wood. Anyway, the wooden piece used by the Japanese was originally made of bamboo pieces. It is not surprising that it is now made of wood pieces.
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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 regains its prosperity, many people have 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. The stone-built 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 minarets. , the walls, gates, and spires are all painted in blue, white, and green, and some sculptures are decorated on the spires and walls.
Under the sunlight, the top of the spire 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 Shahalu Governor's Mansion.
"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 privileged 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.
"Ahem, you came so eagerly, where did you rebel again? Is it the Persians, the Black Sheep Dynasty, or the Delhi Dynasty?"
"Your Majesty, the great prince, is neither."
"Oh? Who is that person?" The lazy Shaharu suddenly became interested.
Suppressing rebellion is Shaharul's favorite thing. He likes to see those people die in despair in the powerless struggle.
But after experiencing too many annihilations of the Persians, the Black Sheep Dynasty, and the rebellion of the Delhi Dynasty, Shaharul was no longer interested 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?" Shaharu didn't care who it was, he only cared that this time it could give him enough surprises, so that his heart, which had long been accustomed to being calm, would stir again.
"There are so many that you can't even see the end. They are like pests, destroying everything in their path, whether it's people or houses."
"If they hadn't been infantry and moved very slowly, I'm afraid it would have been difficult for Ahmu to escape."
Shaharul stood up instantly, 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? That'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."
Ahemu did not dare to say a word in the face of Shaharu's reprimand. He deeply knew the despair of facing the boundless enemies who were like pests.
But Shaharul didn't know and was still scolding 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. When they come, I want you to see with your own eyes how I will crush them with my cavalry."
"Take your Bedouin army back."
Shaharu waved his hand suddenly, as if he looked down on Ahemu completely.
