Qamdo assassination!
Timur's face was very ugly. That was where Harry failed. After Ming's victory, Ming Dynasty did not move westward in a big way. Instead, he stayed in Qamdura, hoping to use it as the battlefield for the final decisive battle!
good very good!
Since you, Zhu Di, want to have a decisive battle there, then I will go and meet you! Let you know that defeating Harry was just a fluke on your part, not your real ability!
Huo Lin had also wondered that since Harry's 40,000 elite troops were eliminated, Zhu Di should pursue the victory, take back the many lost towns, and push the battle line westward, preferably more than 600 miles west, and place the main force in Kuhl. In Kalawusu City, there are dense water networks and many rivers, which is not conducive to cavalry.
However, his "wise" suggestions were ruthlessly rejected. Even the clever Yang Rong and the great scholar Guo Sansheng did not support him. Xuan Qingshu also said that he was smart but was misled by his cleverness.
Later, he told the matter to the chief governor Wang Jingzhang, and Wang Jingzhang told him Zhu Di's considerations.
It is not that Zhu Di has never thought of placing the main force in the city of Kurkhalawusu, but the problem is that for every hundred miles of advancing westward, the logistics line of the Ming army will be extended by a hundred miles, and the distance of this hundred miles is It takes countless people two days to make up for it. If we go more than 600 miles west, the logistics will be extended by more than ten days, and many variables and risks will be added.
On the contrary, stationed in Qamdo La, with the mother city of Veru as its back, it can reduce the logistical pressure and wait for work in peace. Moreover, Qamdo La is located on the east-west passage, and the north-south passage is relatively narrow. The Ming Dynasty is fully capable of controlling the nearby passages and does not need to Worried that Timur's cavalry would maneuver behind the army.
In addition, it has already entered winter, and it is really cold. Marching against the wind will damage morale. If there is a snowstorm along the way, a group of sergeants may be lost, logistics will be cut off, and the army will be buried in the city of Kurkarawusu. .
It became clear to Huo Lin that military strategy considers far more than just one aspect of military operations. It must also consider weather, terrain, logistics, morale, accidents, etc. Military strategy is complex and is not simply a factor in combat.
The most important thing is that the Ming Dynasty was stationed in Qamdo, but Timur could not always be stationed in Yilibali City. He was an attacker, and he was an attacker who suffered the defeat of the vanguard. His goal was to conquer the Ming Dynasty. This It was decided that he couldn't keep doing it.
Coupled with the actions of Shen Chen and others, Timur is unlikely to solve the long-term food and grass problem of all the sergeants in a short time. He urgently needs to defeat the Ming Dynasty, take away the Ming Dynasty's supplies, and may even enter Turpan, Hami, Don't lose eight miles and plunder all supplies for their use.
Once Timur moves eastward, his logistics will become particularly weak. Even if he brings military supplies with the army for more than a month, he will still need to march thousands of miles, which will gradually wear down the spirit of the army.
Under the circumstances, Ming Dynasty will be more hopeful and defeat Tamerlane at a lower cost!
Timur looked at Huo Lin coldly and asked, "So, you are ready to fight me?"
Huo Lin replied without fear: "We are not only prepared for the battle, but also prepared for the victory. However, I would like to personally advise the Sultan not to go to Qamdo, because our Ming generals It will wipe out Harry's army 9 and completely wipe out the Sudan's army. By then, everyone here will not be able to return to Samarkand."
"presumptuous!"
Miransha was furious and stood up and pointed at Huo Lin: "The Ming Dynasty is really too rampant!"
Huo Lin said coldly: "The arrogance of the winner is better than the cry of the loser. Daming will help you count how many tears you have."
It was the first time that Miransha was so humiliated, and he wanted to rush forward and chop Huo Lin to death.
Timur scolded: "Go down! The people of Ming Dynasty are a little bit arrogant, but they are right, the winner is qualified to be arrogant. Boy, what is your name?"
"Da Ming, Huo Lin!"
Timur looked at the high-spirited Huo Lin and nodded: "After defeating Ming's army, I will keep your life and let you cry until you die."
Huo Lin didn't take it seriously: "Since the Sultan is so polite, then when I go back, I will make a coffin and give it to the Sultan as a gift. If the Sultan does not die, I can also temporarily lie down and have a place to stay."
Timur laughed angrily and no longer paid attention to Huo Lin. Instead, he looked at Fu Lin and pointed to the document on the side: "Your general proposed to use Harry to exchange for the Ming envoy who has been detained for me for many years. This matter I agreed."
"Sudan!"
Miransha became anxious. Harry no longer had any value in existence. Letting him come back would cause a lot of troubles.
Muhammad stood up and publicly supported the Sultan's decision: "No matter what the cost, we should bring Harry back. Since the Ming Dynasty has set out conditions, and it is not difficult for us to achieve them, we should make arrangements as soon as possible."
Timur looked deeply at Muhammad. This grandson knew the general situation and had a sense of the overall situation. At least he would not leave his brother alone until death. Well, when Harry comes back and the Ming Dynasty is conquered, let Muhammad Let Germany be your successor.
"Okay, let's send them down. They are allowed to see Fu An, Guo Ji and others, but they are not allowed to leave the city."
Timur ordered to go down.
Fu Lin thanked Timur and took the people away.
Seeing the Ming envoy leaving, Timur immediately became angry: "Idiot! Forty thousand elites can be destroyed. What does Harry do for food! After replacing Harry, imprison him in Samarkand! I, Timur, have committed suicide Since I started the war, I have never suffered such a tragic defeat, and I have never been humiliated by the enemy's envoys! Today, I have experienced this feeling!"
Seeing this, Muhammad asked for an order: "Sultan, my grandson is asking for orders to lead troops to fight. We must avenge the dead soldiers!"
"I'm waiting for a fight!"
Mu Sun, Fushi Zhe, Yuri Buyuan and others shouted quickly.
Gesuyedin also stood up to ask for orders, but his face was a little ugly. For a long time, Gesuyeddin had supported Harry and was a member of Harry's faction, but now that Harry has lost power, Muhammad has become the only possible candidate.
What can I do?
The one who gave up on Harry and became Muhammad?
Muhammad may not accept him!
Harry, Harry, it’s true for you, why can’t you fight for it!
Timur issued a mobilization order: "Mobilize all troops, day and night, starting from today out of the Tianshan Mountains, entering Polo City, and then eastward to Kurkhalawusu City, where a logistics transfer will be set up. I will be in half a Months later, I will personally lead my troops to Qamdo to deal with Zhu Di!"
"As you command!"
Everyone took orders.
Timur had a sinister look on his face, gnashing his teeth from time to time, looking at the map, staring at the position of Qamdo La, and said to Musun behind him: "Before marching, Chang gave me a divination and said that it would be unfavorable to send troops on this trip. I don't think so, and now It seems that Cheng is right, Harry's failure and the loss of 40,000 elites show that the Ming Dynasty is more powerful than we thought."
Musun frowned.
I have heard of Xian's reputation as a very powerful divination master, and his words usually come true. Harry's failure may be the language of decay. But, did he say anything else?
Musun didn't know, and Timur didn't want to say anything.
Timur regained his calmness and composure, pointed at the map, and said seriously: "Time is running out. You must try your best to investigate the intelligence of the Ming army. How many people came from the Ming Dynasty and how they defeated Harry. We must Investigate clearly."
"Yes, I'll make arrangements."
Musun agreed. Timur said no more, falling into an uncomfortable silence.
A house.
Fu An and Guo Ji were reminiscing about the past in the Hongwu Year. As soon as they talked about Zhu Biao's death and sighed to the sky, they heard a movement outside the door.
"Let me get up!"
Because Guo Ji was stabbed in the back, he could only lie on the bed to recuperate these days. Seeing someone coming, who knows if someone else will come and chop him twice, Guo Ji wanted to get up and protect Fu An.
Fu An quickly comforted Guo Ji, turned to look at the door, and saw a young man standing there, staring at him. A familiar feeling came to his heart. Fu An's hands were shaking a little, and his eyes were looking at him. young people.
He didn't recognize this face, he really didn't, but Fu An could feel that he had an indescribable sense of familiarity with him, it seemed like a resonance of blood!
"Father, my son Fu Lin, please pay my respects to my father!"
Fu Lin knelt down, his eyes were red and tears were falling down.
Fu An's head trembled, and he bent down to look at Fu Lin who was kneeling on the ground to salute. He grabbed it and looked at it carefully. The corners of his mouth trembled and he wanted to speak, but he opened his mouth several times, but no word came out.
Finally, Fu An choked up: "You, are you really Lin'er?"
Fu Lin took out a jade pendant and said to Fu An: "Father, do you still remember? This is the token you left for your mother when you were on a mission to the Timur Empire. The day before you left, you took me to buy it. Ten bunches of candied haws, and he told me that if I wanted to suffer as my father did, just eat one..."
Fu An's eyes were filled with tears. He pulled Fu Lin up and looked at the child who was taller than him. Fu An was a little surprised: "When dad left, you were still a child. In the blink of an eye, you have grown so big..."
Fu Lin was in agony: "Father, you have been gone for nine years! Nine years! We have been waiting for you to come home, and now, I am here to pick you up!"
Fu An raised his sleeves, wiped Fu Lin's tears, took a deep breath, and said, "Why are you here? Do you know that this is Timur's camp, and there are 150,000 troops around here! Do you know it’s dangerous here! Child, you shouldn’t come!”
Fu Lin choked up and said, "Father, it's dangerous here, so I have to take you home! Mother's head is turning white waiting for you."
"How is your mother? Is she in good health?"
Fu An misses him very much.
Fu Lin hesitated for a moment and finally said: "Mother asked me to pass a message to father."
"What words?"
"My mother said, if you don't come home, I won't dare die because I'm afraid of the dark."
Fu An shuddered. This woman who had guarded him all her life actually expressed her love and care for him in this way! How did she raise her children and take care of herself in the past nine years?
"If you don't mind, can I come in first?"
Wang Quanzhen stood at the door, moved.
Fu An looked at Wang Quanzhen and recognized him at a glance: "Brother Wang, it's you! Why are you here?"
Wang Quanzhen walked towards Fu An, and the two hugged each other tightly. They separated immediately and looked at each other. Wang Quanzhen smiled with tears in his eyes: "I am now the deputy envoy of the Ming Dynasty. It is my regret that I did not go to the Western Regions with you. Now, I am with you. Fu Lin came to take you home to make up for this regret, not to see you."
"Haha, it's still the same."
Fu An looked at the tough-talking Wang Quanzhen and laughed.
"I said Wang Quanzhen, have you forgotten me?"
Guo Ji was very dissatisfied. He was the one who was hurt the most.
"Brother Guo!"
Wang Quanzhen looked around, "Oh, there is still someone alive here, an acquaintance, an acquaintance," he opened his mouth and said: "Brother Guo, before I came here, Widow Liu talked about you..."
