There are many ethnic groups in Central Asia. After the Ming army shouted once in Chinese, they took turns shouting in Mongolian, Turkic and other languages. They had strange loudspeakers in their hands. After half a day of shouting, everyone on the city wall knew about Sultan Timur. "Dead" news.
But the Sultan's flag was clearly flying above the city, and many generals had seen the Sultan in person. Everyone in the city looked at a loss, not knowing what tricks the Ming army was playing.
"Sultan, please let me lead my troops out of the city and teach these wise men who cursed you a lesson!" A general was filled with indignation.
"...No." Timur thought for a while and then replied.
"If we leave the city, we are stepping into the Ming army's trap."
"This Sultan is here. The Ming army said I was dead. Could it be that I am really dead?"
"If they want to say it, let them say it." .qgν.
When the generals heard this, they all praised Sultan Timur's mind as broad as the blue sky. However, Timur, who ordered not to leave the city, always felt uneasy in his heart.
He had already thought of dozens of possibilities in his mind: Did the Ming army want to cause chaos? Or use this method to fight in the city? Or maybe he wants to lure himself out, and then use that terrible firearm to snipe under the city...
Each approach seems possible, but each approach seems absurd.
But now he is defeated and has the advantage of the city. Leaving the city was undoubtedly reckless and unwise.
We can only stay in the city and watch every step we take.
Outside the city, in the Chinese army's tent, a group of Ming army generals were sitting in the tent, discussing military aircraft. .
Among them, there are two Central Asian faces that are very eye-catching. One person has red skin and a beard, and the other person has special curly hair. At a glance, he is completely different from the Chinese. The two of them were living under the tent, a little fearful and reserved to the naked eye, and they were constantly paying attention to what was going on outside the tent.
It was Tamerlane's two captured grandsons, Mahemah and Khalil.
In the tent, Zhu Su and Zhu Di were discussing the siege affairs with the generals in a lively manner. Over there, Ma Heima and Khalil were distracted and looked very out of place. Hearing the Ming army's continuous propaganda, but there was no panic in the city, Ma Heima couldn't sit still and mustered up the courage to interject: "His Royal Highness the King of Yan, His Highness the King of Zhou."
"We have been trying to persuade them to surrender for half a day, but there is still no movement in Samarkand. Not even chaos."
"Grandpa...really? Then why didn't the city react at all..."
There was a sudden silence in the tent, and the voices of the generals discussing all stopped. The sudden silence made Ma Heimaton feel like a light on his back, but he could only continue to muster the courage to look directly at the two Ming princes in front of him.
He urgently needs to know...what's going on with his grandfather. Only in this way can we choose the right path...
Zhu Di and Zhu Su looked at each other, and there was a sly smile deep in the eyes of both brothers. However, this smile naturally did not make Ma Heima and Khalil look at it. When Zhu Su turned his face to these two great grandsons of Timur, the only thing that showed on his face was unquestionable majesty.
"You think Tamerlane is still alive? What are you talking about?"
"In the battle a few days ago, my Ming Dynasty and the Sultan of your country both used all their strength. The Sultan of your country personally led the charge to kill my king."
"Oh, although he is considered brave, he underestimated my Ming soldiers. My Ming muskets are extremely sharp, how can they be defeated by the swift horse of your Sultan."
"I know that your country highly respects Sultan Tamerlane, but you must also know that he is also made of flesh and blood. How can you underestimate my Ming soldiers and want to take my head from the crowd of thousands of soldiers... How can you do that? Is it so easy? The sultan of your country fought hard and almost rushed in front of me. He died under random gunshots with the last blast of the gun. If my soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were not overly excited after killing Timur, how would there be a chance for your country to win? Is the army calmly withdrawing?"
After saying that, with proud expressions on their faces, the generals of the Ming Dynasty also showed ridicule, seeming to be mocking Ma Heima for having such an unrealistic idea.
Ma Heima's face turned pale and he took a few steps back unconsciously.
Yes, he had personally experienced how powerful the Ming army was. Not to mention the fire gun soldiers who appear and disappear as if from hell, even if
Without guns and muskets, these wise men still obey orders and prohibitions, and are not afraid of death.
The Ming Dynasty's military formations were ever-changing, and their weapons and armors were extremely sophisticated. They were definitely not comparable to the weak countries they had conquered before. Such a powerful army in the world, and my grandfather personally charged into the battle...how could there be any reason to escape unscathed? .qgν.
The possibility of dying in the formation is indeed greater.
"But why is there no sound in the city..." Khalil was slightly less afraid of the Ming army, but was still suspicious at this time.
"Oh, maybe someone concealed the news of Timur's death, or found a substitute." Zhu Su said calmly, and looked at Khalil with a bit of doubt in his eyes, as if he was thinking this Khalil asked the obvious thing. "Although I don't want to admit it, I still appreciate the courage of the Sultan of your country. If he is really still alive, why didn't he come to the city to see him immediately? Or maybe since he injured me in the midst of thousands of troops, he was still able to recover from his injuries. Retreat...then why don't you rush out of the city at this time and kill the soldiers under my command who are shouting, and let them slander you that you are dead, while hiding in the city like a shrunken turtle without saying a word?"
Khalil was stunned and thought it made sense. His grandfather was so great, but the Ming army came to tell him that he was dead. How could the great Sultan swallow his anger and hide in the wall and let the Ming army slander him?
Timur's reputation was so high that they never thought that Timur would back down, and they also ignored that although Timur was courageous, he was not a fool. If Timur was so stupid that he didn't rely on the high walls of Samarkand and was led out of the city for a few slanders, then he could only be called a reckless man... As for why he didn't clarify it on the tower, that general After witnessing the elusive snipers of the Ming Army, how dare you run to a high place and make a show of yourself in front of everyone?
It's not like there weren't people on the city wall refuting what was said outside the city. However, the soldiers of the Ming army who were shouting and preaching all carried loudspeakers. The sound on the city wall had long been suppressed by the sound of the loudspeakers. How could Mahema and Khalil hear it?
"So, grandpa, he really..." Ma Heima sat down softly on the ground, but in his mind, he began to involuntarily analyze the "situation" in Samarkand City today.
His Royal Highness King Zhou of the Ming Dynasty was right. It was perfectly normal to conceal the news of death and not announce the funeral. The silence in the city just showed that something unexpected had happened to my grandfather... As for why there was no chaos, it must be because the power of the empire had fallen by the wayside, and someone took advantage of the death of the Sultan to usurp the throne and establish himself!
Thinking of this, he felt a sudden burning rage in his heart: Someone had usurped the position of Sultan? No, absolutely not.
The position of Sultan should have gone to his horse Heima!
