Chapter Fourteen The Difference Between Han and Hu
The real Timur wanted to take advantage of the Uighur split and use his long-term interests to form an army to defend the city.**
This is an upright conspiracy. What he relies on is the most powerful empire in the world, the Ming Dynasty. But what he has to deal with is his little brother in the Western Regions, Tulufan.
Whoever goes or who follows, anyone with a political IQ of more than 80 will make a wise choice. What's more, all the Uighur tribes live in the Ming Dynasty. If the skin is gone, how can the Mao generals be attached?
It would not be in the interest of the Uighur people to really reduce Hexi to ruins.
These descendants of the Uighur Empire have long forgotten the glory of their ancestors and no longer have the ambition to conquer the world in the chaos.
"In the past hundred years, our clan has been in a state of crisis between life and death. If Turpan attacks us, we won't be able to do much damage. If you want our clan to help the Ming Dynasty defend the city," Wu Lanzhen pondered for a long time before asking slowly.
, "You don't need any silver, nor do you need a title. The ninety thousand people of our clan just want a world that truly belongs to you. Little prince, you can't make the decision on this matter, and it's useless to say more."
"You go to Hami and ask for my grandfather's support," the real Timur suddenly said in Uighur language with some excitement, "Heihe tribe wants to recuperate in Hami, but have you ever thought about how other people can sleep soundly next to the couch?
, let alone the Ming Dynasty, even Hami will not agree to your request. If you, the Heihe tribe, want to have your own land, you cannot rely on charity from others. You have to fight it out with swords and guns!"
The nineteen-year-old boy stared at the seventeen-year-old girl, with anxiety and worry in his eyes. He indeed wanted a city defense army, but because there were so many tribes in the Uighur tribe, he singled out the Heihe tribe instead of the
Combined with other tribes, in addition to the Heihe tribe being the most powerful, it is also because she is in the Heihe tribe!
A smile appeared on Wu Lanzhen's face. She was originally very beautiful, but now her smile was so charming that it made Timur so fascinated that he couldn't help himself.
"After defending the city." The seventeen-year-old girl smiled, "Where is my clan's land?"
The real Timur replied categorically: "The battle between the Ming Dynasty and Turpan will depend on who finds the opponent's weakness first. The Ming Dynasty's weakness lies in the grain road. The gain and loss of Shazhou is related to the Ming Dynasty's baggage transportation. If
Defend Shazhou and let the coalition forces of Ming Dynasty and Hami capture Liucheng first. Turpan is in a complete defeat. Mansuer will either flee to the desert or die on the battlefield. There is no other way! At that time, if you...
In the whole territory of Turpan, wherever the Heihe tribe wants, I will give it to you!"
If he omitted it, everyone would know what it was. Wu Lanzhen also knew it. After hesitating for a while, he asked: "Why did the Ming Emperor give Turpan to you?"
The real Tamerlane smiled and said: "If the Holy One didn't leave Turpan to me, why would he let me, a down-and-out prince, be the commander of the Longxiang Army? Turpan is the new province of the Ming Dynasty. Maybe
There will be a Ming prince who will be sealed here.**"
Wu Lanzhen also smiled and said: "It will never be you."
"So what?" said the real Tamerlane. "To be able to leap from an exiled prince, whom everyone despises, to the commander-in-chief of a province. My wish is fulfilled."
Zhang Yunlin and others nearby were not afraid of the Uur language, so they had no words. As for Wu Lanzhen's maids and guards, they had already surrounded everyone to prevent anyone from eavesdropping.
Among them, there was a person who happened to be proficient in the Uighur language. He was Zhao Yuan, the magistrate of Shazhou in the Ming Dynasty, who had never interrupted. He saw that the foreign man and woman were getting closer and closer as they chatted, and they seemed to have reached a compromise, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.
The political tasks entrusted to him by Zhu Fu, Duke Cheng, and the emperor's reputation would force him, a small governor of the state, to go to Caishikou and become a dead soul under the executioner's knife.
On a sudden, he walked quickly to Zhang Yunlin and whispered in a low voice: "General Zhang, this woman and the Heihe tribe have been recommended to the Holy Emperor by Duke Cheng!"
"What?" When Zhang Yunlin heard this tidbit, cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back. His already terrifying facial features were even more frighteningly distorted. If Zhao Zhizhou's words were true, no one present could survive!
He agreed with the real Timur's strategy because he took a fancy to the superb equestrian skills of the Uighurs. These warriors were all born cavalry and were more suitable for the campaign in the Western Regions than the hot-blooded young men under his command.
There is little food in Shazhou City, which is not conducive to long-term defense. Only by defeating the cavalry can Shazhou be defended. Instead of using those enthusiastic young people to fight against the Turpan people, it is better to use these Vighur people, and the effect will be more ideal.
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In his original Hami strategy plan, he used the real Timur and Xiang Kebola to establish a Longxiang army composed mainly of Hami people. Anyway, the soldiers rotated every three years, so there would be no trouble. As long as the establishment
Only with this amazing feat could he, Zhang Yunlin, truly become a pillar of the Ming Dynasty.
Moreover, both the Hami people and the Uighur people are in the middle of a trap between the Mongols and the Us Tibetans. The dispute over the Green Buddha also makes it difficult for them to survive. It is also their best choice to seek refuge with the most powerful Ming Empire.
choose.
In the Western Region, where the situation is the most complicated, only the warriors most suitable for local warfare can achieve the greatest results. At this point, the twenty-year-old Zhang Yunlin undoubtedly has the demeanor of a famous general.
"Why the recommendation?" Zhang Yunlin asked in a very low voice.
This point must be asked. If it is just because of beauty, there is still room for change. At least, the life of the real Timur can be preserved. Although this kid is greedy for beauty and is a foreign green believer, he is also a
Talent. If it were also because of the tens of thousands of warriors from the Heihe tribe, then the real Timur might not be able to return to Turpan alive.
"Shazhou!" Zhao Yuan's words made Zhang Yunlin tremble.
"Does she know?" Zhang Yunlin felt that he had to ask such a question, because the attitude of the girl was also very important.
"I don't know!" Zhao Yuan replied affirmatively, "She is here for the first time today, and I haven't found a chance to explain clearly yet."
As expected, Timur had no way out.
Not only did he see the strategic position of Shazhou, but there were also countless civil and military officials and discerning people of the Manchu Dynasty.
How many of the politicians who have climbed to high positions are fools? Some people unfortunately fall from power, not because they are really stupid, but because they are forced by smarter political opponents.
In every failed war, countless people on the losing side will see the disadvantages beforehand. Unfortunately, these people are not those in power, and their opinions are often shelved. But the opinions of those in power happen to be
The source of failure.
This world is a world for smart people, no matter what society it is. The status of most people is directly proportional to their IQ. Occasionally very few counterexamples do not represent the cruelty and reality of this society.
Those politicians whose IQs are less than five in YY novels are just the gibberish of children.
Zhao Yuan's two short words pronounced the real Timur's death sentence. There are many ways to destroy a budding relationship, and destroying it physically is the simplest but most effective one.
"There are 40,000 Beijing troops, 70,000 guard troops, and only 30,000 cavalry troops!" In the temporary palace in Ganzhou, Zhu Shou looked at the memorial in front of him and sighed, "There are not enough cavalry troops."
Turpan and Hami are both countries famous for their cavalry warfare. The high mobility of the cavalry gave them an unrivaled advantage in the grasslands and deserts. At least in the Zhengde Dynasty, they used foot against cavalry in field battles. Usually it was a single person. An unsolvable problem.
The Ming Dynasty had the advantage of firearms, and all kinds of weapons had advantages, but no cavalry general would fight against the Ming Dynasty. Guerrilla warfare was definitely not invented by some great man. It was leftover by the ancestors.
Before the emergence of the volleyball party, the only thing that could deal with the cavalry was the cavalry. What really made the cavalry withdraw from the stage of history was not the role of the volleyball party that was as slow as a tortoise. It was the high lethality of the machine gun.
Before Zhu Shou traveled through time, he was not only a graduate of the Chinese Department of a third-rate university in Shanghai, but also liked reading novels. Although nine out of ten sentences in YY novels are nonsense, the magnificent historical reversal journey of the Maxim Machine Gun , is something that every half-hearted military fan talks about.
A fifty-man British team used four machine guns to defeat five thousand Zulu warriors. The blood of three thousand people dyed the reputation of the machine gun red.
Therefore, every time he sees the Ming Dynasty cavalry lagging behind, he wishes he could have traveled through time as an all-round science guy with a PhD aura all over his body, or as a useless person with five hundred talents in high school. Unfortunately, he was just a third-rate Chinese otaku, the biggest before time travel. The ideal is to just eat and wait to die, like a rice bug.
"Recruit Hu cavalry from the tribes near Ganzhou to join the guard." Cheng Guogong Zhu Fu firmly implemented the line of national unity and prepared to send countless foreigners to the battlefield to become cannon fodder. "Our heaven is generous, as long as we can deal with If Han and Hu treat all alike, then the barbarians will definitely come back and shed their blood for our great Ming Dynasty!"
"This plan is inappropriate." The person who spoke was Admiral Zhang Yongzhang.
At this time, Zhu Shou was surrounded by all his confidants. He didn't even invite Wang Shouren, the troublemaker. Hearing this, he asked: "What's wrong? No matter Hu, Han or Green Buddha, they are all my people, protect my family and protect my family." Every man has a responsibility to his country."
The nerdy emperor's politician tone is becoming more and more flavorful, and his words are no longer the same as in the previous years.
"Since the time of the late emperor, Lao Nu has supervised the army in Shaanxi. The shape of the Western Region is complex and changeable," Zhang Yong said. "In the past, Xixia was just a small tribe with tens of thousands of people. In just a few decades, the situation has changed dramatically. After meeting with each other, it will become one of the most powerful countries in the world. The Hu people can use it, but they can never be entrusted with important tasks. Moreover, the Hu and Han people have different paths, and the Han people will never truly stand side by side with the Hu people, and the Hu people will never regard our country as their parents. country!"
Zhang Yong's words make it very clear: Hu people are wild wolves who are as good as their mothers if they have food. They are loyal and so on, so it is better to throw them away from afar. There are many ways to send them as cannon fodder, but they are definitely not included in the Ming Dynasty. Come to the army.
Zhu Fu said angrily: "Dog castrate, are you saying that I colluded with the barbarians?"
He is an old prince, so he is naturally not afraid of Zhang Yong. He scolded a group of eunuchs with just one sentence.
If Zhu Shou were two years younger, he might have thought that Zhu Fu was really scolding Zhang Yong, but at the age of nineteen, he was no longer the ignorant boy of sixteen or seventeen. He knew very well in his heart that the old Duke
This is acting with Admiral Zhang.
There can never be harmony in a group. A group where the boss is wise and the younger brothers are loyal and courageous can only exist in imagination.
In a political organization, if there are no mountains, large and small, you would be embarrassed to go out and say hello to others. Zhu Fu took the opportunity to divide the mountains with Admiral Zhang, because both of them have the confidence and strength to establish the mountains.
Alas, it’s really hard to be the boss, Zhu Shou sighed secretly. (To be continued...)