After hearing this, Di Liguli's frown stretched out. She felt that Li Junwei was the happiest man in the world. Just because he had no desire for the throne, he was loved and tolerated by the most powerful men in the world, which made her very jealous.

Di Liguli thought carefully about her husband's request just now, and she frowned and said, "It seems that King Yu likes all beautiful girls, and does not particularly like any one or any type. Perhaps I did not observe carefully enough. I feel that his attitude towards girls is not about feelings, let alone indulging in lust. It seems that it is just a hobby. If you use a word to describe it, it is particularly appropriate to collect this word. He collects beautiful girls like collecting stamps, at least in Samarkand, but as far as I know, he is not like this in Shin Kyung, and King Yu only has one princess in Shin Kyung."

Li Jundu slapped his head: "If this is the case, you may have to cast a net and focus on fishing. Diliguli, leave this matter to you, but there is one thing, you are not allowed to hurt my brother, nor are you allowed to cheat."

Diliguli agreed and asked in a scattered manner: "What if King Yu likes me?"

Li Jundu's face turned cold, he pinched Diliguli's face and scolded: "I told you not to say bad things about the third brother in front of me, and don't try to slander him! If there is really that possibility, you should never get involved with him. I don't want to hurt the relationship between our brothers because of you, do you understand?"

"Is it important to me, or your brothers' relationship important!" Diliguli asked gritted her teeth.

"When you asked that stupid question just now, it is the relationship between our brothers. If you continue to be so stupid, I will re-examine my attitude towards you and Zhao Yan!" Li Jundu reminded him at the end, and threw Diliguli down aside. Li Zhao Yan burst into tears in fear. Li Jundu glanced at his son, threw a sentence without courage, and left with great strides.

Kabul.

Governor Amin Khan looked at the broken wall in front of him, and his heart was bleeding. When night fell last night, the enemy launched an attack with rockets. He had heard of this weapon from the messenger from the south, but he did not expect it to fall on his head and he would never forget that scene.

He was finishing his meal, and by the window, he saw sparks flying from the front of the enemy army outside the city, making sharp roars, turning into a popular and falling into every corner of the city. Every meteor fell, making a huge roar. The flames enveloped everything around him, igniting the houses, people, animals and all kinds of firewood. Kabul was putting out fires all night, and this morning, the commander of the guard came to report that more than 10,000 bodies were cleared. These were not the Uzbeks from the Tochari Basin, but the Mughals, the original owner of the city.

The flames were still not completely extinguished. Fortunately, the sky began to snow, and the dense snow fell, no less than a heavy rain, but it could only extinguish the flames on the ground, but it could not destroy the anger and curse of the city's home towards itself.

"Governor General, there is a Yarkand man who wants to see you. He said he brought a letter from the enemy's chief general." The guard commander said to Amin Khan.

Amin Khan said: "I won't meet any businessmen, you just need to tell me what is written in the letter."

The commander of the guard opened the letter and read it once and said, "The enemy asked you to surrender within three days, otherwise you would launch another attack like last night. After the city was broken, no one in Kabul would survive."

"They are so arrogant. This city has stood for hundreds of years!" Seeing that Amin Khan did not speak, his subordinates waved their fists and said.

Amin Khan disagreed. The enemy had an absolute numerical advantage, sufficient food and advanced firearms, which controlled the surrounding areas of Kabul. Last night's attack proved their undisputed advantage. Amin Khan knew better that the Pashtuns who were defeated by him had also taken action.

In Kabul, there was no food at all. The rocket attack last night was damaged a lot. Perhaps it could not last for three months. Although there were 30,000 men who could stand on the top of the city and throw stones down, the only one who could truly call the warrior was the four thousand soldiers under his command. As for weapons, the gap between the two sides was even bigger.

Three days later, the fire and rising sun painted the clouds in the sky with a strong red color, and it felt like God had been cut open a wound. The cold north wind made Amin Khan's eyes difficult to open. It seemed that the weather was also against the Mughal Empire, and this winter was also cold outside.

Suddenly, a sound of drums came, and Dongdong kept thinking about it, and it was getting faster and faster. Aminghan listened carefully and knew that this was the order to dispatch the army, but why did the army be dispatched in heavy snow? Is it necessary to attack the city? Aminghan took the guards to the city wall and saw several infantry formations set up in front of the city gate. A group of slaves were working in the cold wind. They built a platform with soil, and then carried something up in baskets, one by one, one or two were placed neatly, like bricks. Occasionally one or two rolled down, and they would be lifted up. Aminghan took out his telescope and looked at it. What was that not a human head?

"What are they doing?" Amin Khan asked, but no one around answered.

Seeing how high the heads piled up, Amin Khan finally couldn't help it and scolded loudly: "Who can tell me what this is, who is the head of it, and what are they doing?"

The captain of the guard carried the merchant who delivered the letter to Amin Khan. It was Yehemaiti, the Yarkand merchant who led the way for Li Jundu and killed Galdan. Yehemaiti glanced outside the city and said in Persian popular in the upper class of the Mughals: "The noble governor, the pile of people built is called Jingguan, which is an ancient tradition of the Eastern Empire, used to boast about martial arts and shock the enemy."

"Where did they find so many heads?" asked Amin Khan's guard captain.

Yehemaiti shook his head: "I don't know, the villain really doesn't know."

At this time, a team of cavalrymen rushed over on horseback, with hundreds of people walking around the city gate, carrying one person, and then scattering the people under the city gate, and then sprinting away. All the people were bare butts, and all their hair was shaved off. Whether it was above or below, they covered their butts and rushed towards the city gate, shouting to open the city gate.

"It's the reinforcements of Lahore!" shouted the captain of the guard, but he had no intention of joy, because he and Amin Khan knew the source of those heads, and it must be that the reinforcements of Lahore were defeated.

The bare-butt guys were picked up and gave them hot food and blankets. It was not that Amin Khan had forgiven their sins, but that more than 200 people were all surviving officers from the reinforcements of Lahore. They all had a noble status, and the people below dared not treat them harshly.

At noon, Amin Khan received news about the reinforcements of Lahore. Thirty thousand reinforcements set out twenty days ago and crossed the Khyber Pass to aid Kabul. At that time, Amin Khan did not realize that this was a full-scale attack by the northern enemy. He thought that after they wiped out the Tocharo Basin, the cavalry chased and killed the Uzbeks and became coveted to Kabul. When he saw that Li Jundu brought tens of thousands of cavalry and twice as many slaves as this, Amin Khan sent news of his retreat to Lahore, but obviously, the reinforcements had not been received, or it was too late.

The reinforcements advanced upstream along the Kabul River, and were only harassed by a small number of cavalry along the way, but the information provided by those who fled from Kabul was that the city was in danger, so the senior Lahore officials who commanded the army accelerated the speed, cavalry, infantry, artillery and baggage, and pulled dozens of miles away. As a result, they were blocked by Li Jundu's infantry and cut off the retreat route. The cavalry and dragoons lying in the valley rushed out, cutting out the Lahore reinforcements into several sections, and bombarded the Mughal infantry and cavalry formations with light field artillery and howitzers, and almost no one could escape.

At least 20,000 people were killed, their heads were cut down and built outside the city to be the capital. The surrendered people encountered all-round humiliation and became slaves to the enemy.

By this time, it was impossible not to negotiate. Amin Khan decided to go in person. He shaved his beard, changed into an ordinary robe, pretended to be an envoy and went to Kabul. Safety was no longer important. More than 200 naked men brought desperate news. Many people in the city were ready to move, and even their troops were not so stable. If they could not make progress through negotiations, Amin Khan would definitely be dead.

Before entering the golden tent, Amin Khan heard the sound of wine glasses colliding and laughed loudly with Turkic language. He walked in and saw the nobles, merchants and generals sitting down on both sides. Among them, most of them were Uzbek people, but there were also other ethnic groups. Amin Khan also saw several Sikhs.

"Are you the messenger? Give him a table and give him some food. If he drinks, give him this glass of me. If he doesn't drink it, give him the honey water left by King Yu." Li Jundu, who was sitting in the throne, said heroically. Obviously he didn't think Amin Khan could understand his language.

Amin Khan originally didn't want to enjoy the enemy's hospitality, but the pot of mutton was so fragrant. There was a small stove underneath, and the lamb, vegetables and some seasonings in the pot were rolling, emitting an attractive smell. Amin Khan said in Turkic language: "Thank you for your hospitality."

Li Jundu looked at Ahming Khan and said, "Then please enjoy it."

Amin Khan sat cross-legged in front of the table, but didn't know how to start. Li Jundu laughed and walked to him, picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up the smooth mutton, and put it in his mouth. Li Jundu said, "The first time I heard you Mughals were from my father's mouth. He said that he first saw Mughals when he was young. The man told him that Mughals ate with their hands and said that all the food in the world can be eaten with their hands, so my father invited him to eat the food in front of him. This is called hot pot!

You can’t hold your hands and eat them. You can’t even use white knives or forks, but chopsticks made of two branches are fine. You can try it.”

Amin Khan took the chopsticks and used them inappropriately, which made the people around him laugh. Li Jundu shouted to them: "There is nothing worth working on today, and they will go to rest. I want to have lunch with this messenger."

A group of people stood up and left, some people picked up the wine pot, and some people picked up the hot pot, and they were ready to continue enjoying it.

Li Jundu took a piece of sheepskin, sat opposite Amin Khan, put the onion, ginger, garlic, sesame juice and some spices in a small bowl, mixed it, then grabbed a lot of cooked mutton and put it in it, pushed it in front of Amin Khan, put a fork inside, and put a fork inside. Amin Khan ate a few bites with the fork and nodded with satisfaction.

"You are the envoy, can you represent Kabul City?" Li Jundu asked while mixing his materials.

"Of course, I am fully responsible for the Governor General." Amin Khan said with a smile.

Li Jundu nodded: "Okay, then when you go back, tell your governor to be the first group of surrenderers. As long as you open the city gate, he, the participants and the family can survive, and the property can be guaranteed. I will massacre the city next!"

"Massacre the city? No, no, no, your noble highness, no, our governor wants to open the city and surrender!" Amin Khan put down his fork.

Li Jundu smiled: "That would be even simpler. Let the Governor and his soldiers kill all the irrelevant people in the city!"

"No! Your Highness, why do you have to massacre Kabul? Is it because we violated your three-day promise?" Amin Khan asked.

Li Jundu shook his head: "No, no, no, messenger, you blamed me wrongly. Why am I such a stingy person? The so-called three-day agreement is just a plan. If you surrender within three days, you will be massacred in the city."

"Why?" Amin Khan couldn't understand why nothing he did could stop the fate of the city massacre?

Li Jundu said honestly: "Because my goal is not only Kabul, but the entire Mughal Empire and the rich subcontinent. To conquer this land, we must shock all enemies. Massacre is a very effective way. Kabul resisted my army, so it was massacred, and loyalists would be treated well. When my army arrived at the rich Indus Plain along the Kabul River, all cities would re-examine my will. If one Kabul was massacred, maybe ten cities would surrender.

Resisting to death is a dead end, and surrendering can lead to survival. This is my will. If I cannot slaughter a Mughal city, my will will not be respected."

"The massacre will cause a lot of resistance!" Amin Khan reminded.

Li Jundu didn't care: "If you don't massacre people, you won't surrender. The strong will rule the weak. This is the law of survival. As far as I know, the founding emperors of the Mughal Empire and his generals also occupied this land with similar means. The source of their origin, the Mongol Empire, also conquered the vast land in this way. I can do what the predecessors have achieved!
Chapter completed!