Chapter 75 Proclamation Chinese and Foreign Part 6
The Xia Dynasty was a country with a vast territory.
When the first ray of sunshine in the morning rises from the east and illuminates the fishing sails on the sea, the dignitaries of Chang'an are already queuing up outside the Tai Chi Hall, preparing to start today's morning pilgrimage. But at the westernmost point of the country, a heavy
In the darkness of the night, countless soldiers were fighting desperately.
It has been more than three months since the Persians besieged Nanyuan City.
In one hundred days, he could not defeat a small city with only 3,000 garrison troops. Instead, he lost his troops and his morale was low.
Outside the dilapidated city walls, there were bodies everywhere that had not yet been buried.
Most of them are Persians with high noses, deep eyes, and long beards.
They covered the city wall in three directions.
Some people were covered in burns and their skin was torn apart.
Some people were dripping with blood and it was too horrible to see.
What's more, the headless corpse attracted countless flies that came to feast on it.
In ancient battles, sieges are the most cruel. Especially when the defenders are prepared in advance, have a firm will, and have sufficient supplies, you will inevitably have to pay a huge price, and you may not be able to win.
It was already August, and the Persians had already suffered up to 7,000 casualties in order to capture Nanyuan City, but gained nothing.
Daxia Wufu, who had always liked field battles, was surprisingly able to keep his composure this time. The main army led by Yang Liang camped in the east, at arm's length with Nanyuan, supporting each other.
It’s not that the Persians haven’t tried, but they could neither attack the fortified city guarded by 3,000 warriors nor break the fortress guarded by 30,000 elite soldiers. Instead, they were allowed to contact Nanyuan City many times and sent many people to repair the city wall.
The material goes in.
The war has reached this point, and it no longer makes any sense.
But they have paid a huge price in order to capture Nanyuan City. How can they be willing to retreat if they want to retreat!
At the end of August, I had to leave no matter how reluctant I was.
After the Persians gave an order, the private gulam army trained by the nobles went behind the palace, and the other troops took turns to cover the retreat.
Yang Liang ordered a general attack.
For a time, in the entire valley, the life-and-death struggle reached a new level.
On the 29th, Li Siyuan, Li Congke and his son led 500 people directly towards the enemy's formation.
Li Siyuan danced with a hammer and struck hard, becoming invincible.
Li Congke was wounded seven times and was extremely brave.
The enemy army was severely defeated, and the thousands of people behind were almost wiped out.
Wang's division pursued them all the way. In the second battle at the foot of Alai Mountain, Li Siyuan rode into the formation alone, captured a hundred captains alive and returned. The troops advanced with great noise, and the enemy was defeated again.
The mountain road in the narrow and rugged area is littered with Persian horses, carriages, ceremonial guards, and property abandoned, almost blocking the mountain road.
All the troops rushed into pursuit and rushed into the Fergana Basin. The enemy's hastily built fortress failed to stop them for even a moment, and the two thousand defenders dispersed in a hurry.
On September 15th, after a large raid in the Fergana Basin, the Wang Division slowly withdrew.
This battle is a standard defensive counterattack.
First, deep ditches and high fortresses were built to demoralize the enemy. After they were almost exhausted, they launched a full-line attack and defeated the enemy. They beheaded more than 10,000 people and seized cattle, sheep, grain and grass. Countless armored battles were fought. The battle was very beautiful.
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Of course, tactics and so on are important, but in the end, what matters is strength.
Since ancient times, the nomads in the west have naturally been weaker than those in the east. Since the Xiongnu, except for the Turks, who originated from the Altai Mountains, the Xiongnu, Rouran, Uighurs and even later the Khitan and Mongolia have all made great achievements in Central Asia.
What about Karakhan, the Seljuk Turks beat them so hard that their parents didn’t recognize them.
In the Battle of Katwan, the Western Liao army led by Yelu Dashi, Xiao Orila and others defeated the 100,000-strong army of the Seljuk Turkic Zhongxing British Lord Sanjar. The enemy troops were lying dead on the grassland for dozens of miles. Sanjar
Many of his close ministers were killed and his wife was captured. The Khitan's name resounded throughout the Western Regions and became synonymous with China in the eyes of many tribes.
Not to mention Mongolia, the Ottoman Turks once again became the masters of suffering, the empire collapsed, and the sultan's wife was captured and danced naked in front of the Mongols.
What kind of fighting power is this!
The fighting ability of the farming people in the west is also very average. Persia has not long been a country, and its national strength is strong. There are still many so-called veterans of hundreds of battles, and they can still stand in the way. If they are worn down for a few more years, the end will be worrying.
"Kutkin, Tarhan!" On the way to withdraw, Yang Liang raised his riding whip, slapped the two Turkic chiefs on their heads and faces, and said angrily: "Before the battle of Nanyuan, I asked you to harass the grain road from behind. As a result,
Fear the enemy like a tiger. When the enemy retreats, if you fall out, do you have any shame? Do you have any shame?"
Yang Liang's whip was so fast and urgent that blood quickly oozed from the bodies of the two chiefs, but they did not dare to dodge at all.
It's really not worth it to surrender to the Persians for this humiliation. They will be eaten by the surrounding tribes accidentally. Now they can only endure it hard. I hope Yang Liang will let them go after he is tired of beating them.
Sure enough, they made the right bet.
After Yang Liang beat for a while, he threw the whip to the ground and said: "Now go destroy the Persian farmland, burn their stables, and block their wells. I will send someone to supervise it. If this can't be done, I will raise troops next year."
Destroy you."
"General Yang!" The two of them knelt on the ground and begged.
He has the courage to beat up a drowned dog, but he lacks the courage to directly provoke Persia.
"Do you really think I don't dare to kill people?" Yang Liang sneered and asked, "What did you say when the Supreme Emperor Jianwen Shenwu was here? Repeat it to me."
"Supreme Emperor Jianwen Shenwu, I swear to always follow your call, fight against anyone who goes astray for you, and bring them under your majestic rule." Kutkin wiped the blood from his face and said honestly
Answer truthfully.
"Talkhan?"
"I swear to defend the vast territory of the Supreme Emperor Jianwen Shenwu." Tarhan also replied honestly.
"You don't dare to pursue Persia, but you dare to disobey the Supreme Emperor's will?" Yang Liang asked forcefully: "Between the Emir of Persia and the Supreme Emperor, you can only choose one. If you don't make a decision today, I will deal with it immediately
Got you."
Kutkin and Tarhan stiffened slightly, then paused and said: "As ordered."
Yang Liang didn't bother to look at them and climbed up a high slope in a few steps.
The town in the distance is faintly visible, and the raging fires they lit still remain.
On the nearby grassland, countless slaves flowed continuously, transporting grain, cattle, sheep, and goods back to the Alai Valley.
Farther away on the horizon, Yang Liang seemed to see the panicked faces of the Persians.
The Battle of Nanyuan should make the Persians wake up.
You can't hold it, Bukhanna.
The glory of the supreme emperor Jianwen, Shenwu and others will surely envelope this place.
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It was already the third year of Daxia's rule. Unknowingly, Shule City had changed slightly.
A large group of messy and dilapidated adobe houses in the east city were bulldozed and replaced by newly built houses.
The house is a mixed structure of earth and stone, in the traditional Central Plains architectural style, and is mostly reserved for families of sergeants and officials.
On the northwest side of the residence is a tall government office.
The government office building is quite impressive——
The tall brackets support the eaves extending outward, perfectly combining strength and aesthetics, and the majestic spirit is ready to emerge.
The roof crest has obvious curves and is full of dynamics, which is completely different from the common domes in the Western Regions.
There are huge owl kisses shaped like crescent moons at both ends of the main ridge of the roof, highlighting the majestic and solemn atmosphere.
The owl kiss is exquisitely carved, lifelike, rich in expressions, and majestic in manner, just like the solemn and brave style of the Anxi army.
The text tiles on the eaves have just been installed, with the inscription "Jian Wen Shen Wu" written in flowing words. It was handwritten by the saint, rubbed and then carved.
A group of people wearing furs and burqas entered the government office gate with flattering smiles on their faces under the watchful eye of the sergeant.
The trees in the courtyard are green and there are many warriors.
Everyone continued to walk forward, and after passing a gatehouse full of rare birds and animals, they arrived at the central hall.
There is a picture of a tiger descending from the mountain hanging in the hall.
There is a person sitting under the painting, who is reviewing official letters. When he saw the heroes who came to pay homage, he immediately stood up to greet them.
"You have come thousands of miles from Tokhor. If the saint hears about it, you will be rewarded." Lu Zhi, the new doctor of Lifan Academy, twirled his beard lightly and said with a smile.
A Sogdian man who was fluent in Chinese stood up and said: "The power of the emperor's troops shocked the north and south, and the Persian army was defeated. We all surrendered."
Lu Zhi laughed heartily and said, "You are blessed if you can abandon darkness and turn to light and return to a great country. You will be rewarded today."
After the Sogdian translated, everyone laughed and did not hide their feelings at all.
Lu Zhi looked at it with a smile.
He knew that these people did not represent the entire Tochara, but it was a good start after all.
What he just said about "returning to a great country" is not an oversight. In fact, during the pre-Tang Dynasty, many city-states and tribal leaders in Tochara received canonization, which was considered part of the rule of the Tang Dynasty.
Some city-states were very obedient and sent troops and food to help the Tang Dynasty in its campaigns.
I recall that three years ago, when Wang's division conquered Shule, a large number of Tocharo tribesmen went northward and surrounded Congling to defend the city.
Times have changed, and three years later, the situation has changed.
Among these chiefs, who knows that there was no one who besieged Congling City back then? But it doesn't matter anymore, and there is no need to delve into it. It's just a wallflower, that's the nature of it.
After the chiefs received their rewards, they happily walked around the city and took a good look at the city that was changing its appearance little by little.
Lu Zhi climbed up to the second floor of the government office and looked far into the distance.
"Winter!" In the mountains south of the city, a melodious bell rang from the pagoda funded by Khotan.
Lu Zhi closed his eyes.
He seemed to see the soldiers of the Imperial Army returning from the victory in the Alai Valley.
Their armor was in pieces, but their morale was high and they were talking and laughing happily.
On top of the carriage are pieces of Persian armor, bags of Persian grain, and bundles of Persian gold and silverware.
He seemed to see the soldiers of the Tianwu Army returning home with a full load on the banks of the Yinli River.
One after another, Persian slaves were driven forward with swords and guns, stumbling forward.
One after another, cattle and sheep, herded by smiling auxiliary soldiers, slowly walked into the golden wheat-colored river valley.
Deep in the river valley, one could vaguely see the indigo-colored city walls, as well as the large flags with the word "wine" flying high in the countryside outside the city.
He also seemed to see the rows of nests at the foot of Tianshan Mountain.
After the unkempt merchants woke up from their sleep, under the urging of the foreman, they loaded bags of corn onto carriages and sent them to the nearest official warehouse.
After the clerk in the official warehouse verified that it was correct, he issued a stack of military tickets.
The young men put it away carefully, looking forward to a happy life after returning home. Farming in the Western Regions, the income is too high!
He finally saw the new school in Gaochang City.
The original doctor of Confucian classics, holding a teaching whip, carefully told the young students with tall noses and deep eyes who they were, what kind of country they were in, what great achievements the emperor Jianwen, Shenwu and others had made, and - his title
How well-deserved it is.
"His achievements have reached far into the Han and Tang dynasties. What a magnificent achievement! His literary and military achievements are magnificent!" Lu Zhi opened his eyes, went down from the high building, and after returning to the government office, he wrote furiously and wrote the news of the surrender of more than ten tribal chiefs from Tochara into a memorial.
Urgent shipment to Chang'an.
The messenger rides as fast as lightning.
In this country that is rising like the rising sun, everyone living in it is full of hope and enthusiasm.