Kangju City is also the capital of the Timur Empire, Samarkand.
This city built by the Sogdians who were good at doing business has been the most shining pearl on the Silk Road for thousands of years. A hundred years ago, Samarkand was captured by the Mongol Empire under Genghis Khan. This beautiful city suffered catastrophe under the iron heel of the Mongols; however, today, a hundred years later, Timur will plunder all the people from all over the world. All the treasures were placed in Samarkand, and all the most sophisticated craftsmen from all over the world were driven to Samarkand. The abundant wealth and sophisticated technology made the city shine again.
Tamerlane was ambitious and vowed to make Samarkand the capital of Asia.
This goal is now impossible to achieve in the short term because of the obstacle of Ming Dynasty. But as a rare conqueror in thousands of years, Timur still had full confidence in himself. The city he built and repaired was so majestic that as long as he hid in this lair, no one could harm him at all. .
He was just dormant for the Ming Dynasty temporarily. When he was still unknown in the past, didn't he also dormant under the command of the Great Khan of Eastern Chagatai?
As long as he licks his wounds, he will still be the Timur Sultan who conquered the Chagatai Khanate, the Kipchak Khanate, and the Golden Horde Khanate, and commanded the lands in Transoxiana and Persia, and even Timur the Great.
"Sultan Timur." A general came to report to Timur. "The defense of Samarkand has been arranged. We have levied 30,000 slaves in the city, put the city under martial law, and closed the city gates."
The look in his eyes as he looked at Timur revealed his heartfelt admiration: Although the Sultan lost this war, the brave Sultan led his men into the Ming people's formation and almost killed them. That damn Prince Ming...
The Timur Empire admires heroes, and such incredible heroic deeds have once again pushed Timur's personal image to a small climax. It was enough to offset the negative impact of the defeat on Timur's reputation, allowing his soldiers to continue to maintain high morale to a certain extent.
"Yeah." Timur nodded slightly. Even in the city, Timur rode on horseback to cover his lame foot. "Have the craftsmen in the city understood the strange weapons of the Ming army? Is it possible to build them?"
Timur was not a conservative person, and he did not have such narrow-minded ideas as "our great Timur empire conquers the world with bows and horses." He had suffered several defeats under the power of fire guns before, so as soon as he returned to the capital, he immediately asked craftsmen to study the fire guns collected from the battlefield with the intention of imitating them.
"This... that thing is really ingenious, and the craftsmen haven't found a way out yet..." the general replied carefully.
Timur nodded, not angry at all. "Let them step up their efforts to imitate it. They must imitate this thing."
Out of his keen intuition about war, Timur instinctively felt that the firecracker must be a weapon that could change the shape of future wars. He must form his own fire gun army to truly have the ability to compete with Ming Dynasty.
And as long as we have the fire blunderbuss, I am afraid that all countries except the Ming Dynasty will not be our opponents.
The Sultan was usually moody, and the Ming Dynasty was about to attack the city. The general originally expected that Timur would be furious when he heard the news that the craftsmen had not been able to imitate it. Unexpectedly, Sultan was so calm, and he couldn't help but feel doubtful and worried. Timur noticed his expression and said, "No need to worry."
"Those Ming people have suffered heavy losses, so they will definitely not dare to attack Samarkand. I, the Sultan, closed the city gates just as a precaution. This battle will not break out."
He spoke firmly and confidently, and there was a power in his tone that made people involuntarily believe: This is indeed the case. Although the Ming army was brave, it was far away from the homeland and suffered heavy losses. Due to emotion and reason, they did not dare to Then attack the majestic city of Samarkand.
Moreover, in the official propaganda of the Timurid Empire, their unified narrative for the people and soldiers at the bottom of the city was: the great Sultan Timur rushed into the Ming Dynasty's military formation and scared off the cowardly King Zhou of the Ming Dynasty. After defeating the greater number with less, the powerful imperial army calmly withdrew to Samarkand...
In the perception of many grassroots generals in the empire, this battle
In fact, they won.
Seeing the Sultan make his judgment calmly and with blazing eyes, the general suddenly felt ashamed for his worries. The Sultan still has the foresight! It was obvious at a glance that Ming Dynasty did not dare to call Samarkand again. Compared with the Sultan, the gap between his own vision and that of the Sultan is like that of a high-flying eagle and a lowly horse dung... Thinking of this, the general said with admiration: "Sultan Timur, I am too stupid." bμν.
"As you said, the cowardly Akito must have been afraid of your power, so how could he dare to face you again. Ah, the great Sultan..."
He sang praises to Timur like a hymn.
Before he finished speaking, he saw an imperial cavalry rushing in among the crowd.
"No, it's bad, Sultan, outside the city... a large number of Ming troops suddenly appeared outside the city!" The man was out of breath after saying a word.
"Huh?" The general who was still praising the greatness of Timur suddenly choked in his throat as he had already thought of the eulogy.
"What?" Timur, who was still narrowing his eyes slightly and listening to the flattery of his subordinates, was horrified, and then a strange red appeared on his dark face.
He glanced at the general who had just praised him, spurred his horse on, and passed the guy who was still half-kneeling. "Come on, follow me to the city wall and have a look!"
Outside the city, flags covered the sun and smoke rose into the sky. At first glance, the Ming troops marching forward probably numbered no less than 100,000. They slowly divided into four groups, with great momentum. Within half a day, they surrounded the large city of Samarkand.
"Did Ming Dynasty recruit servant soldiers?" Timur frowned deeply, and the embarrassment of his wrong judgment just now was hidden in his heart as tough as iron stone. He constantly estimated the strength of the Ming army and came to his own conclusion. "But, this is really too fast... What names did they use to recruit so many..."
At this moment, Timur's eyes narrowed, and he discovered a familiar flag in the Ming army's formation.
The flag with its black background and red circle symbolizes the flag of Timur's empire. Even in the team, Timur found two banners representing the sultan of his empire. Next to the banners, the words on the two erected flags were also very familiar.
"Mahima and Khalil?" Timur's eyes widened, and for a moment he couldn't figure out why the flags of his two grandsons appeared in the Ming army's line.
"Listen to the Timur Empire rebels in the city!" The shouts of the Ming army soon came from below the city.
"The reason why your country dares to resist our great army of heaven is that the only person you rely on is Tamerlane."
"Now that Tamerlane is dead, why are you still stubborn and determined to fight against our great soldiers of heaven?"
"If you can abandon your hostility and surrender with courtesy, the person who initiated it will still retain his status as a prince..."
"If you continue to resist stubbornly, and the soldiers have arrived today, aren't you worried that we will turn you and this city into dust with a thunderous strike?"
The city seemed to have used some kind of amplification method. The sound was high and low, and everyone inside and outside the city could hear it clearly. But everyone in the city suspected that they had heard wrongly, especially Timur. Even though he was always as calm as him, he was confused for a moment at this time.
Timur is dead? I am dead? When did this happen?
So what is standing here now? Are you waiting for the soul summoned by the True Ancestor?
But I can still breathe, I can still feel... I'm obviously not dead yet, but why does Mingren below the city say so confidently?
