In the evening, Han Du summoned everyone to the commander's tent.
Three bonfires were placed in a triangle in the handsome tent, each with a big fat sheep on top. The roasting is sizzling with oil, and the aroma is overflowing.
There is no way, these are all fat-bellied soldiers in the handsome tent, and one roast sheep is not enough to eat.
"Everyone has watched today's siege. What do you think?" Han Du took out a knife and cut off a piece of roasted slightly charred lamb from the lamb leg, put it in his mouth and savored it.
Han Du's words were like a starting gun, and others immediately interrupted.
"My lord, I saw that the city was not breached today. It's just because those Japanese slave soldiers were useless. They even attacked the city and still couldn't defend it. Isn't this a joke!"
"Yes, these Japanese slaves are too useless. At the beginning, the morale was good, but after Xiangwu, it became a little sluggish. If we could cheer up at that time, we might be able to gain a firm foothold after a few visits to the city in the afternoon."
"...Actually, it's not entirely the fault of the Japanese slave soldiers. The Timurid people's counterattack was fierce enough. I saw with my own eyes many of Timur's wounded soldiers jumped off the city wall with their Japanese slaves in their arms. For such a fierce person, it is understandable that the Japanese slave soldiers did not stand still."
"The weapons of the Japanese slave soldiers are also too poor. You can't tell them before you climb the city. Once you climb the city wall, you will face Tiemu who is fully equipped with iron armor, shields and swords. My dear, the Japanese slaves have suffered too much."
Everyone was chatting while eating, each expressing their own opinions and views.
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After everyone finished speaking, they gradually became quiet. Han Ducai nodded and concluded: "I understand everything you said. I can summarize it on two points. First, the Japanese slave soldiers lack armor and weapons, but there is nothing I can do about this. Where can I get so many weapons and armor? "
"Two, the Japanese slave soldiers are timid... There is a way to solve this."
"Send the order, don't seal the sword for three days after breaking the city!"
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"Massacre the city! Massacre the city!"
While Shaharu's head was still resting on his pillow, he was awakened by a huge movement.
He quickly put on his clothes and rode all the way to the city wall. Seeing that the enemy had reorganized their phalanx and was about to attack, Shaharul only felt a deep sense of despair.
In three consecutive days of attack, the Japanese slave soldiers lost hundreds of millions. Especially yesterday, the losses were the highest, with nearly 80,000 casualties.
The Timurids also had a hard time. Although they had the advantage of defending the city, their casualties were not large. In the past three days, there were only 30,000 soldiers in total.
However, such light casualties were obtained by the Timurids using a large amount of ordnance resources. In particular, the bows and arrows were almost exhausted, and there were not many other wood, stones and other city defense materials left.
Now in the city of Herat, Shaharul recruited all the people, men, women, old and young, to help defend the city. The strong men demolished the houses and carried the stones up the city walls, while the weaker women, old and young, made the wood into arrow shafts.
The entire city of Herat, everyone is in arms!
"What's wrong with them?" Shaharul asked eagerly.
Ahemu's armor had some marks left by knives and axes, and even some blood stains. Yesterday, at the critical moment, he personally led the Bedouin Army to force the enemies who had climbed onto the city wall down.
The Bedouin Legion is worthy of the reputation of the Herat Falcons. It was because of their hard fighting that they knocked down the enemy from the city wall several times.
"I don't know, but it should be a morale booster..." Ahemu's tone was full of fatigue.
He never thought that just three days of defending the city would make him feel unprecedented pressure. This pressure comes not only from those who are about to attack the city below, but also from the Ming army that has not moved where the commander's flag is.
This army stood there motionless like a high mountain. All they did was urge those in front to attack.
The opponent hasn't moved yet, and they are almost unable to hold on. If the opponent attacks together, do they still have hope?
Ahemu doesn't know.
"Fight back! Fight back!"
At this moment, Shaharul had already drawn his scimitar and roared loudly at the enemies attacking below the city.
The siege battle started again. The siege method was no different from the previous three days, but Ahhem felt that the enemy's morale was even higher than yesterday.
However, the soldiers on Timur's side were exhausted, and their counterattack was far less powerful than yesterday.
With just one attack from the enemy, the enemy easily boarded the city.
Ahemu had an unpleasant feeling in his heart, and immediately stepped forward to grab Shaharul, who was still brandishing his knife and roaring.
"His Royal Highness Prince......."
"Ahemu, take your men and horses and drive them down to this prince. Drive them down???????????????!"
Ahemu nodded sharply, "Your Highness, I will lead people there right away. However, Your Highness, I am afraid that Herat cannot be defended. I ask Your Highness to prepare quickly. I will risk my life to delay for Your Highness!"
When Shaharu heard this, he was instantly shocked and looked at Ahemu blankly.
His voice couldn't help but tremble as he asked: "He, they haven't invaded yet...you, how can you..."
Ahemu looked at him deeply and sighed feebly: "Your Highness, prepare as soon as possible. I am going to kill the enemy!"
Seeing Ahemu's back turned decisively, Shaharu subconsciously reached out to hold him, but he didn't speak.
Shaharul was also a battle-experienced general. How could he not see that there was no hope of holding Herat? He just didn't want to see his more than 20 years of hard work ruined and refused to face reality.
But Ahemu's words woke him up. If he didn't leave now, he might not have a chance.
"Ahemu!"
Shaharul strode forward, leaned close and whispered: "Go with me."
Ahemu was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the Bedouin Legion who were fighting in a bloody battle. He turned back and smiled at Shaharul, "Your Highness, the Bedouin Army was established by me. Where they are, I will be there."
Shaharul was silent after hearing this. Under the heavy siege, he could only leave with Ahem through the secret passage. How could he leave with the entire Bedouin army?
"Your Highness, there is no need to be sad. This is my wish. Your Highness, please leave quickly. I will come to bury your throne."
Shaharu took out the scepter from his waist and pressed it heavily into Ahmu's hand.
"This prince will wait for you at Nusrato Ku Fortress, take care!"
Ahemu glanced at the scepter in his hand, smiled and nodded.
After Shaharul handed the scepter of the governor of Herat to Ahmu, he turned around and walked down the city wall with his guards.
After Shaharul left, Ahhem put away the scepter. He drew out his machete and raised it towards the sun, "Herat Falcon! Kill the enemy, kill the enemy!"
The fierce bloody battle broke out directly from the beginning to the peak, and did not weaken at all as time passed, and continued until the sun reached its peak.
"The city is broken..."
When the sun was at its strongest, the city gate was opened from the inside, and countless Japanese slave soldiers no longer climbed over the city wall, but filed directly in through the city gate.
A burst of cheers came from the front of the fight like waves.
Han Du couldn't help laughing when he saw the city gate opening.
Putting down the telescope, he sighed: "I originally thought that these Japanese slave soldiers were just trash, but I didn't expect that they are still useful."
He Rong and others were in a daze, unable to guess what the father-in-law was thinking.
Yes, the city of Herat was indeed destroyed, but the losses were also huge. At least more than 200,000 Japanese slave soldiers died in the battle. Although there were 800,000 people, such losses could not be endured several times.
"Master, do we want to go to the city?" Cao Tai asked, cupping his fists.
Han Du shook his head, "No, since I promised the Japanese slave soldiers to massacre the city for three days, I must honor them. Send the order, station on the spot, and enter the city in three days."
Although Handu was eager to attack the Timur Empire, since he promised the Japanese slave soldiers to massacre the city for three days, he must honor them.
Anyway, if we can't break the city, we might have to stay under the city for a long time, which will save time.
Moreover, the city of Herat was broken. No matter how late Timur was, he should have received the news that he was being attacked from both sides.
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Also inside and outside.
After Timur recovered, he immediately ordered a large army to be recruited from the western front.
After three months, Timur finally received his newly recruited army of 300,000 people, which brought the number of troops attacking Ming to 600,000.
But before Timur could regroup and set off, he received a letter from Shaharul.
"The Ming army appeared in Herat City?"
Timur's pupils shrank violently, and he felt horrified. The reason why he did not attack the Ming Dynasty in advance was that even after the Ming Dynasty envoys provoked him face to face, he had to pay tribute and send the Ming Dynasty envoys out of the country.
Even if it was because he had not defeated the Ottomans at that time and did not want to fight on both the east and west fronts at the same time.
But now, the Ming army actually appeared in the hinterland of the empire.
Faced with such a difficult situation, Tamerlane was momentarily troubled and couldn't decide how to make a decision, so he had to call in the generals for discussion.
"This is the situation. The Ming army appeared in Herat. What do you think?"
After Rashid read it, he handed the letter to the next general with a solemn expression.
After everyone had finished reading, someone immediately said: "Your Majesty, the great Sultan, how did the Ming Dynasty appear in Herat City? Could it be that His Highness Shaharul admitted his mistake?"
All the generals looked at Timur. They couldn't figure out how the Ming army could appear in the hinterland of the south when the Ming Dynasty was to the east of Timur.
Timur pondered for a moment and said: "Tare reported to me many years ago that people from the Ming Dynasty appeared in Horumos. I originally thought they were just some businessmen from the Ming Dynasty, but now it seems that they are probably people from the Ming Dynasty court. "
"Your Majesty, you mean that the Ming army really attacked Herat?"
Timur nodded slightly, "Although Shaharul has never been to the Ming Dynasty, he knows the writing of the Ming Dynasty. He knows the importance of this matter and will not admit his mistake."
The generals all closed their mouths after hearing this. This matter was too big, and any wrong words would lead to death.
Yili and Li Cheng gathered an army of 600,000. If he did not go to war with the Ming Dynasty, then the consumption along the way would be a huge fortune.
If we just go back, wouldn’t it be a failure!
No one will be willing to accept it.
