The bullets exploded one after another, like the scythe of death, constantly taking away the lives of others.

The horse fell to the ground and the cavalry howled.

A single salvo killed and wounded hundreds of people.

The Yarkand people were shocked when they saw such a scene for the first time.

Unfortunately, the Ming army did not give him a chance, and fired a series of artillery fire continuously, instantly knocking him out.

Taking advantage of this moment of confusion, Li Dingguo immediately sent the cavalry forward and defeated them in one fell swoop.

"Crackling——"

Ye Erqiang's former army had arrived, and when they saw the well-equipped Ming army, they showed a ferocious smile.

Unfortunately, they were greeted by a barrage of musketry.

Cavalry musket.

As usual, the cavalrymen aimed and fired their loaded muskets, then stuffed them into the sides of their horses.

After that, he picked up the prepared igniter, lit the grenade, and threw it forward.

"Boom——"

My own horse wears earplugs and likes to watch the sound of cannons, so it is hardly affected.

This was not the case for the Yarkand cavalry. Many of their horses were frightened, and many were even stunned by a series of grenades.

Then, like a flowing cloud, the Ming army picked up their scimitars and directly charged and fought.

This general operation is completely different from the ordinary face-to-face riding battle, and it is not consistent with common sense at all.

More importantly, all the cavalry of the Ming army were wearing leather armor, which was too much.

You know how many cavalrymen in the Western Regions wear armor?

This is a crushing battle.

The outcome of this war has already been determined.

After more than half an hour, Ye Erqiang was defeated and fled.

The Ming army pursued them and arrived directly at the foot of Shache City.

Abdullah was in a panic: "This is impossible, absolutely impossible."

The former sweat sat slumped on the wolfskin chair that he had been proud of for many years of hard work. His once tight muscles turned into fat, and his proud and meticulously combed beard was curled up in a messy ball.

Several young and adult sons looked panicked, not knowing what to say or what to do.

"Khan, let's retreat!"

His younger brother Su Litang couldn't help but said: "Yarkand can no longer be defended."

"Where to go?" Abdullah raised his bloodshot eyes.

"There are only two places to go now. One is to go north. There are many people in the Kashgar area. It is a suitable place to start. It is enough for us to regain the lost territory——"

As soon as Su Litang spoke, the ministers immediately fell silent and listened carefully to his words.

"Second, go west and cross the Badak Mountains to reach the Badak Khanate (eastern Kyrgyzstan, northern Afghanistan, vassal state). There are 200,000 people there. If you can't hold Kashgar, you can still go

Recharge your batteries there.”

"Third, go to Ladakh (Northern Kashmir, which believes in Zang Buddhism). It is more remote and closer to the Mughal Empire. The Ming army will not come over the mountains..."

There are no candidates for these three directions at all.

The first is the right choice, the second is escape, and the third is loss.

Abdullah gritted his teeth: "My brother, do you still have to choose?"

"Go to Kashgar, where I still have my people."

So, he packed up his troops, took the dignitaries and ten thousand defeated troops, and fled towards Kashgar in embarrassment.

Gao Yigong was not in a hurry about this. He slowly entered Shache City and captured this large city with more than 50,000 people.

Yarkand City is different from the Central Plains and Gansu in that it has very unique agriculture, mainly manors.

In terms of land composition, it is divided into state-owned land, private property land, and religious manor land.

Official land was cultivated by tenant farmers, called Taliaqi (serfs), who were required to hand over 50% of the harvest to the Khanate court, while private land (free people, nobles) was 10%, which was determined by scriptures.

Religious land is exempt from tax.

Serfs surrounded the manor, nobles lived on the manor, and commoners served the nobles.

The Great Khan, on the other hand, controls the distribution of water sources and thus owns the most fertile land and pastures.

In a sense, the pace of centralization of power in the Yarkand Khanate was much faster than that of other Mongolian tribes.

There is no way. If we look at it horizontally, the Mongolian khanates and the khanates that believe in the Peace Religion will have existed longer and are more advanced. The higher the level of centralization, the more civilized they are than the nomadic khanates.

In later generations, people may be seen as being backward, but in the agricultural feudal era, the Peace Sect's combat effectiveness was off the charts, and they could almost win over all the surrounding countries.

It's a pity that success depends on Xiaohe, and failure depends on Xiaohe. In modern times, the Peace Sect has become an obstacle to entering the era of industrialization.

Although Gao Yigong was not sensitive to politics, he was aware of the harm that Abdullah's escape would bring to the Ming army.

"The two most powerful Yarkand factions are one in Yarkand and one in Kashgar. The latter has hundreds of thousands of people and can easily raise tens of thousands more."

Li Dingguo said solemnly: "You sit in Shache and I will lead the cavalry to kill him. I will never let him resurrect."

"Not urgent."

Gao Yigong shook his head, pointed to Kashgar on the map, and then slid up to the Yinli River Valley:

"The Yinli River Valley is very close to the Junggar tribe, and the Mongols are cunning. It is expected that they will not miss this banquet and will definitely tear up this place."

"And if possible, it will even be close to Kashgar."

"It is also possible to take in Abdullah." Li Dingguo also reacted, his eyes focused.

"It's very possible." Gao Yigong nodded.

If the Oirat tribes take in Abdullah, they will be qualified to interfere in southern Xinjiang, and may send troops at any time to cause trouble to the Ming army.

Although there are Russians harassing people, how can they think of Mongolians and go south as soon as their heads get hot?

Yarkand, which was finally captured so hard, was in chaos again.

When the time comes, the constant absence from school will be a huge burden for the court.

"When you go to Kashgar, don't let Abdullah gather his young men and try to capture him. If that doesn't work, go west and don't let him go north."

Seeing Li Dingguo's calm and thoughtful expression, Gao Yigong was a little confused for a moment. This was the "enemy of ten thousand people!" back then.

"Leave it to me!" Li Dingguo smiled slightly on his stern face, and strode out without changing his blood-stained armor.

Gao Yigong suddenly smiled, how many Li Dingguo are there in this world?

I'm really jealous of him. Why does this kid have a son?

In the seventh year of Shaowu's reign, in the second month of spring, the dragon raised its head.

The emperor left the city and came to a royal field. Wearing a straw hat and short clothes, he worked tirelessly on an iron plow and drove the cattle.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his face was filled with excitement.

In front of the cow, Zhao Shu, the chief assistant, was wearing shorts and shorts, holding the cow's nose and leading the way.

Zhang Shenyan, Yan Chongxin, Lu Daqi and others, while accompanying the plow, were digging weeds and sowing wheat seeds, sweat dripping from their faces, just like old farmers in the countryside.

The princes didn't mind being dirty, so they spread the seeds along with their buttocks, and they were very happy.

As for the others, they could only stand on the field ridge and watch helplessly, and were not allowed to step forward at all.

This was a scene like a historical scroll, and they were not qualified to participate in it.

Qi Julang writes like a spirit, writing continuously and then deleting, striving to be true and full of emotions.

At the same time, missionary Wei Kuangguo's brown eyes widened. He couldn't believe that the emperor of a huge empire was actually working in the fields himself like a serf.

And those civil servants and military generals not only did not dissuade them, but they watched it with great interest and wished they could go over to help and participate.

Even after coming to China for several years, Wei Kuangguo still found it difficult to understand such strange stories.

"Director Wei——" At this time, the eunuch Tian Ren, the eunuch who was in charge of etiquette, Bingbi, came over with a friendly attitude and said in a low voice: "I heard that you Europa are good at painting. How can you not leave a painting with such a scene?"

Although he was a little depressed by the word Taoist Master, Wei Kuangguo was keenly aware that this was a major event for him to participate in the empire, and he hurriedly said:

"You are right, I will draw it when I get back."

As he spoke, he widened his eyes, looked left and right, and even mobilized the missionaries around him to observe together to prevent any omissions.

After working hard for half an hour, even just stepping on the iron plow, the emperor was so tired that he could hardly stand upright.

A few pampered pavilion elders were sweating profusely from the sun and panting like cattle.

The princes were also so tired that they could fall asleep even sitting down.

However, this event is meaningful after all.
To be continued...