Inside the city, Pierre ***'s breakout did not go smoothly. He was in charge of the scouting horses in the city. Although they were all elite Mamluk cavalry, facing the Ming army that had begun to take shape in the trenches, these elites holding Damascus scimitars did not show their due value.
The rare and sharp Damascus scimitar has no ability to resist the fire cannon fire. The cavalry who rushed out of the city gate didn't even have time to rush to the trench formation, and even the men and horses fell into the Ming army's not-so-tight fire net. .bμν.
Pierre ***, who failed in the frontal breakout, once again had the idea of leaving the city secretly. That night, Timur's grandson personally led people to swim out of the city from the drainage canal of Samarkand, preparing to bypass the Ming army's position and quietly leave the encirclement. However, Fei Ju, who was bent on besieging the enemy in the city, had long been reminded by Yao Guangxiao to keep an eye on the water canals. After Pierre *** left the city, he directly slipped into the siege that the Ming army had prepared. .
"The great Sultan, His Highness Pierre *** died in the battle." A soldier of Pierre *** who managed to escape came to Timur's palace with a mournful expression.
There was an uproar all around. Although Pierre *** was not the most favored grandson of the Sultan, he died so easily. This made many ministers and generals present unable to help but feel a little frightened. Timur looked ugly and asked the minister in a deep voice: "Has anyone successfully broken through?"
"No." The soldier was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Timur to pay attention to this matter first. He shook his head, feeling even more chilled by the Sultan's cruelty. He continued tremblingly: "Akito's weapons are really too powerful..."
"..." Timur didn't say much, just gestured to the side. The personal guards dragged down the soldier who had narrowly escaped death and returned to the city. After the sound of a sharp blade piercing the air, the shrill begging for mercy stopped abruptly.
The palace also became quiet.
"Who can break through the Ming army?" Timur looked down at the people under the throne coldly.
Everyone looked at each other and no one said a word.
"Who can break through the Ming army?" He asked again.
Everyone has felt the murderous intent in Timur's words, but don't they know how powerful the Ming army is? Even though they deceived themselves and others and claimed that the previous war was a victory, it was the first time that they, who were invincible in Central Asia, encountered such a huge setback at the hands of the enemy...
To risk your life and wealth to fight such a terrible enemy? .qgν.
No, they are not stupid, they know what to do to gain greater benefits...
Timur glanced at the people below, the anger in his heart getting stronger and stronger. Being wise, he could naturally guess what everyone was thinking: After all, the Ming Dynasty had come all the way, and it was impossible to stay here for a long time. Instead of desperately competing with the Ming Dynasty's terrifying army, it was better to just defend Samarkand.
Wait until Daming leaves to take back his property and land.
The vigor developed by the army's conquests in all directions has been destroyed by the Ming army...
"I don't even want to leave the city." Timur suddenly stood up. He first glanced at the generals at the foot of the stairs, and then walked down the steps.
"Then, let me break out of the siege personally."
The Ming army wanted to imprison this great Sultan like a flock of sheep, which made Timur feel unprecedented anger and fear.
But at the same time, it also ignited his long-lost unyielding heart.
As long as he tramples powerful enemies under his feet, it will be proved that he, Timur, is stronger than everyone under the blue sky.
"On the vast land, the eagle spreads its wings high, and the cavalry surges like a torrent, sweeping away thousands of troops. Sultan Timur, you are a fearless warrior, waving your sword, galloping on the battlefield of war..."
The tall city gate slowly opened, and a desolate war song suddenly sounded from behind the door. The Ming army general stationed in this section of the trench felt something strange. He immediately sent a flying horse to inform Fei Ju, guessing that Timur might personally break out of the encirclement. , Fei Ju and Yao Guangxiao both rushed to the front of this position.
"The thief chief really dares to break out of the siege in person?" Fei Juyi
There is no belief. "He didn't defend a good city, so he made a mistake and went crazy? Could it be another conspiracy of his?"
"I'm afraid that the thief chief has already discovered our intentions." Yao Guangxiao looked solemn, and his fear of Timur was heightened to a higher level. He served under many foreign monarchs, such as the Japanese shogun Ashikaga, or King Hami. Wherever the barbarians belong, there are usually not many wise monarchs.
However, the ambitious Sultan Tamerlane is an outlier. Regardless of his bravery and wisdom, he can be regarded as the best choice.
It is true that both Your Highnesses believed that this man was the great enemy of the Ming Dynasty's expansion.
"Master Marquis, please be careful. The thief chief himself is taking the target and there must be a deception. If he really gets away, it will be like a tiger entering the forest and there will be endless troubles." Yao Guangxiao reminded Fei Judao.
"No matter how powerful he is, he will never be able to climb this five-finger mountain!" Fei Ju tightened the handle of the knife at his waist.
I thought that with the city in hand, Timur would not give up on the favorable location, so this breakout must be just a test... But neither Fei Ju nor Yao Guangxiao expected that Timur, who felt that he was losing control of the empire, would In order to cut off the growing uneasiness in his heart and make many generals in the city make up their minds, he actually made up his mind with great perseverance, abandoned the tall and rich Samarkand, gathered the entire army and began to break out. .bμν.
Nomads live in pursuit of water and grass and hate living in cities. They regard themselves as a pack of wolves and see cities as sheep pens for lambs. They have always had great contempt for the lambs living in cities. Although the Timurid Empire was also a nomadic nation, , but after they were transformed, they did not object to living in the city... However, at this time, seeing the generals who became cowardly when encountering strong enemies, Timur made up his mind to restore their ancestors The glorious tradition of nomadism.
city? No need, the great Emperor Timur should not imprison himself in a sheepfold!
"Sultan Tamerlane, you are a natural leader, leading us to the light of victory. Sultan Tamerlane, your name will last forever. You are a warrior blessed by the true ancestor, bringing eternal fear to the pagans. Tamerlane Sudan……"
The war song rang out, and Fei Ju, who was commanding the fire cannon soldiers, suddenly discovered that even though the fire cannon soldiers had fired as fast as they could, the Timur Empire soldiers pouring out of the city gate were still endless. They allowed the bullets of the firecrackers to continuously harvest the lives of their companions, but they still shouted the name of their Sultan and charged feverishly towards the trenches of the Ming army.
Relying on the corpses on the ground, they were gradually approaching the trench!
