"What is this?" On a slope, Timur was riding on a horse, squinting and staring at the dense trenches in the distance.
He has slender eyes, prominent cheekbones, and two curling beards on his lips. This should have been an unflattering and sinister appearance, but because of the heroic aura around him, this appearance also seemed a bit majestic.
He was lame due to an accident in his early years, so he was nicknamed "Lame Timur". Therefore, he always rides on his own horse, and his equestrian skills are also superb. Behind him, nine flags made of fur were erected at all times, imitating the "Nine White Banners" of the Mongolian Golden Family. It's just that these nine-sided scrolls are made of black yak skin. On each side of the black scroll, three large red circles are drawn with bright red blood for Timur's own comfort. The combination of black and red banner makes Timur under the black banner appear to be far more majestic than the Beiyuan Emperor, Yesudie'er and others under the white banner.
"Sudan, that is the 'trench' dug by the Ming army." The king asked, and the generals accompanying him immediately answered his question. This general was sent from Ma Heima's camp to send a letter for help. He also personally participated in the "nightmare night" when Ma Heima's night attack was defeated, so his tone at this time seemed a little frightened. "These Han people did not set up camps, but dug ditches and tunnels to hide their troops in the earth... These ditches are one after another. If you attack the first one, the Ming army will immediately withdraw to the second one and continue on the road. Using firearms and bows and arrows to consume the lives of the imperial warriors... Moreover, the Ming army used these ditches and some tricks to cover up, and no matter whether it was stationing, deploying troops, or supporting, they would not be discovered by others."
"And the Han people are indeed very strong, so His Highness Ma Heima led us that night and failed to defeat the Ming army..."
While reporting, the man quietly excused Ma Heima and himself. Hearing that Timur didn't respond, he bravely raised his eyes to look at the Sultan. Just in time to meet Timur's solemn eyes.
"Sultan...I..." Just a look made the man tremble uncontrollably.
"The brave warriors of Timur's empire should not be afraid of the cowardly Han people." Timur said slowly, as if he was telling this person, and also seemed to be telling the soldiers around him.
"Are the Han people strong? In the past, we Mongols successfully invaded the land of China and enslaved all the Han people. Later, due to the corruption of the descendants of the Golden Family, we were lucky enough to be repelled by the despicable Han people and established the Ming Dynasty... …”
"We defeated the Golden Horde, we devoured the Ilkhanate, and we have proven that we are stronger than the descendants of the Golden Family who established the Yuan Dynasty and the Four Khanates... Now, you are bragging about the bravery of the Ming Dynasty? Do we, the brave warriors of the Tamerlane Empire, fear our former slaves?”
Timur's voice suddenly rose, intimidating the general.
"No! No! No!" Timur's generals and soldiers around him shouted in unison, and that general turned pale with fear.
Seeing that his military morale was available, Timur nodded slightly, and then said to his left and right: "Since he is no longer fearless, then kill him."
"Let him confess his sins by his true ancestor's side."
"Sultan? Sultan? No, Sultan, I am loyal to the empire..." The man screamed miserably. However, the Timur Empire's execution procedures were not complicated. A sword flashed across like a sword, and the general just said this The body and head are in different places.
Motivating the war horse, trampling over the general's dead head without mercy, Timur continued to examine the trench in the distance. "Ma Heima is being reckless. Such a formation is just good at defense."
"As long as he remains firm, this Ming army will be unable to do anything to him."
"Sultan, they can even send more than 10,000 people to dig trenches. Then, the main force of these people may really have an army of 100,000. It is normal for His Highness Mahema to be worried about changes." A counselor on the left and right said to Timur.
Timur shook his head, convinced that these Ming troops did not have that many people. He has already seen that the people used to dig the ground are useless Persian surrender troops and poisonous troops. These people have no other use except digging the ground. Sending more than 10,000 of these people to dig the ground cannot do anything. It shows that their main force is really 100,000 troops.
Ma Heima and these people only saw one spot on the battlefield, so they judged that Zhu Su had a hundred thousand troops. However, Timur's strategic vision was much broader than others... What he thought of was , if the Ming Dynasty really has 100,000 people, then why are you still fighting against this thirsty stone city? As long as he divides his troops to attack his capital cities of Balihei and Samarkand, or directly takes advantage of the situation when he is being restrained, he goes into the hinterland of his base river to burn, kill and loot. Wouldn't it be better to solve the siege of Thirst City?
But since we have come, we can’t justify not having a fight. To be fair, Timur could not guess which one was the main force between the Ming army here and the Ming army occupying the Miransha camp. What if I go back again and these Ming troops really swallow up Ma Heima's troops?
"Let Buhua attack the formation." Timur said. No matter what, he still needs to know the reality of this formation first.
The Sultan's order was conveyed immediately, and soon a general named Buhua began to attack the formation with more than a hundred cavalry. But soon, they were completely wiped out amidst the blasts of muskets and horns from the Ming army. Then the Ming army disappeared into the trench again. Except for a few extra touches of blood on the ground, nothing seemed to have changed.
"Sultan, Buhua was killed in battle." Someone came to report.
His general died, but Timur didn't even blink. As a man who aspired to be the conqueror of the world after Genghis Khan, he was accustomed to his loyal followers dying for him.
Timur thought for a while and then continued: "Let Atu'er and Umar go to the south and the other to the north."
"Let's attack the formation together."
"Yes, Sultan." The messenger rode away, and after a while, he took Atuer away. The two generals Umar each led hundreds of cavalry, and their troops divided into two groups and rushed toward the trench. However, the result was no different from that of Buhua. After a while, both Atuer and Umar were summoned by Zhenzu and died in the ditch.
"Sure enough, the Ming army... doesn't have many troops." Timur twirled the curved beard on his lips and sneered. They had just separated Atu'er and Umar to attack on both sides, but the Ming army's reaction was slower than when they were not prepared... This shows that the Ming army must have put a large number of troops somewhere in the center of the trench, and waited until a certain section was really hit. After an attack, they sent troops over.
As long as the trench is broken, these Akito hiding in the mud will naturally be vulnerable.
"Blessed by the true ancestor, it seems that the empire has won this battle." Timur thought to himself. At this time, he already had an idea in his mind to deal with this difficult trench formation.
(End of chapter)
