Samarkand.

Myschkov desperately whipped the war horses under his seat and ran forward in the narrow and chaotic streets. The guards around him waved their sabers from time to time and cut over the Bukharas who were blocking their advance.

Gunshots rang out in chaos behind him.

That's not from the Ming army.

In fact, the Ming army had not crossed the Sanzar Valley at this time, but unfortunately their allies betrayed. Bukhara Khan Abdullah Haz betrayed the Tsar, betrayed his faith, and betrayed his people. This shameless guy betrayed his country to the invaders. In order to seek credit from the new master, Abdullah Haz also asked his trusted guard to raid the Russian command center, and then Marshal Méshikov had to embark on the road to escape.

"This bastard!"

The marshal muttered to himself in grief and anger.

At this moment, the bloody face of Major Aprakhin appeared in front of him. The poor Major Aprakhin was killed by the Bukhara.

"What a great kid!"

Myschkov shook his head in pain.

Of course, what he felt even more deeply was how he would face the anger of Marshal Aprakhin, the number one general under Peter I, who was obviously not sympathetic to his difficulties at this time.

"Bang!"

The gunshots suddenly rang out in front.

Myshinkov felt a heavy punch on his chest. He looked down at his chest in shock. Blood was slowly pouring out of the gorgeous military uniform. He raised his head with this astonishment and looked at a Bukhara who suddenly appeared on the opposite side. The latter was holding a smoke-filled musket and staring at him tremblingly. At the same time, more Bukharas appeared, and then more gunshots rang out. There was another bullet hole in Myshinkov's chest with burning marks. He smiled bitterly and fell off his horse.

Then a Bukhara man carrying a scimitar appeared in his sight, and the next moment he felt the chill on his neck.

At this moment, at the exit of the Sanzar Valley, Abdullah Haz was leading the nobles and officials of the Bukhara Khanate to kneel down tremblingly. The large group of dragoons in front of them were separated to the sides. Behind these dragoons, a golden moving palace was slowly coming. On the throne at the highest point, a golden god was looking down at all with majestic eyes. Although they were still half a mile away, they could already feel the heavy sense of oppression, and some had even bowed their heads and worshipped.

Abdullah Haz is also worshiping.

As a smart man, he was glad that he made the most correct choice. In fact, when Yang Feng destroyed three seminaries, he had already decided to surrender.

Not only because of the threat of the military strength of the Ming army, but more importantly, he really saw the gods, unlike Mu Dahus, who could only fool them with illusory scriptures and myths and legends. Yang Feng truly showed him the power of the gods. No matter whether he was a god or a demon, he only knew that this was beyond humanity, and for him, it was not worth tangling to convert to gods and demons. As long as the latter is strong enough to protect his family, what's the harm of serving the demon king? So at this time Abdullahaz was devout, and his worship of Yang Feng was completely from the heart. He did not worship to a powerful monarch, but to a true faith. The noble ministers beside him, and even the ordinary people behind him were the same. At this moment, Yang Feng had completely replaced Mu Dahus' position in their minds.

This is their god.

At this time, they were extremely regretting their previous stupid behavior. If they had understood this before, they would have killed so many people. More than 100,000 young and middle-aged people, and more than 100,000 young and middle-aged people died in vain. By the way, how many young and middle-aged people in the entire Bukhara Khanate cannon fodder cannon fodder. This is also the reason why they hated the Russians in great numbers. It is obvious that these Russians made them make such a big mistake.

It’s a pity that I regret it too late.

It depends on the verdict of the God Emperor now.

Abdullahaz is ready to apologize for death, but if the God Emperor really wants him to die, he will never hesitate. He will be responsible for his offense to the God Emperor.

"I sent an order, and Bukhara Khan repented and abandoned the darkness and turned to the light. I was very happy and specially awarded the title of King Kangju as a reward. The north of the Wuhu River, west of the Pamir Mountains, Anzhou and east of the country were granted the surname Yang and Zhongyi. I hope you will serve the heavenly dynasty carefully and do not let my wishes down, so that your descendants will enjoy the blessings forever!"

Yang Feng said slowly.

Originally, these were basically the core of the Bukhara Khanate. Samarkand was the Governor's Office during the Tang Dynasty, Bukhara was the Anxi Prefecture during the Tang Dynasty, and Katakurgan in the middle was the Kushan Prefecture during the Tang Dynasty, and the Amu River was called the Uhu River on the Ming map. In this way, the future Kangju King's founding was the tail of the southeast corner of Uzbekistan, which is also the richest land in this area.

Just when Yang Feng announced the imperial edict, there was a translator next to Abdullahaz, who immediately knew that His Majesty the Emperor of God was very kind.

Without hesitation, he brought his subordinates to the ground with gratitude and tears.

Of course, his work has not been completed yet, because all these places have not surrendered.

In fact, until now, only Samarkand and Bukhara have followed him to surrender to Yang Feng. Many other cities have not made any decisions, but this must be solved by himself. If it cannot be solved, there is no need to be polite. The Ming army will fulfill its obligations as a country of the Celestial Empire and use cannons to bombard such rebels. The rest are the problems of education in these territorial areas, or the cleaning up Mu Dahus. Of course, this must be taken by himself. If he cannot solve it, he will find the Ming army. Anyway, according to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, as long as he does not believe in the holy religion, or as a special branch of the holy religion, the others are not protected by law. Neither the Chinese nor the people, and the African niggers will be caught as slaves at the same level.

At this point, another country in Central Asia fell.

The remaining one is the Shiva Khanate. This country is in the lower reaches of the Amu River. The core is tens of thousands of square kilometers of green at the junction of modern Uzbekistan and Turkmen in the south of the Aral Sea. Then there is modern Tajikistan, which originally belonged to Bukhara and Kokhan. However, the fief of Abdullahaz by Yang Feng was only west of the Palacio, so this land does not count. In addition, there are Turkmen and Afghanistan. The former still belonged to Persia at this time, and was the fief of King Yongchang, the daughter of Yang Feng, and Afghanistan was the hands of two warlords with Kabul and Kandahar as the core. The former also owns Peshawar in northern modern Pakistan and other places, and the latter also has western modern Pakistan and part of eastern Iran.

So the Ming army must face the imperial cemetery next.

“Imperial Cemetery?”

Yang Feng sneered.

The imperial cemetery depends on who plays. The British are beyond their ability. In the mid-19th century, the level of the mercury rifle was sent to kill 20,000 to 30,000 people at a time to attack the whole family. What else can I do if the imperial cemetery is not discussed? As for the Soviet Union and the United States, it would be like a ruthless man to kill a few civilians. Why is such an army not exhausted in such a ghost place? You have to be cruel and ruthless, and you have to use the style of the Japanese army in World War II, directly play the three-guang policy, or use the means of the Tartars entering the pass to kill all the people they can kill, and don’t send tens of thousands of people to fill the pit at once like adding fuel.

"I passed the order to set up a separate Yuezhi Rule Envoy to attack the southeast, and Zhang He, the commander of the First Army, was appointed as the Yuezhi Rule Envoy, and all the first, third, fourth, sixteen and eighteen-five armies were transferred to his command."

He continued.

Yuezhi is Afghanistan. He established the border line in northern Afghanistan, south to the sea, including western Pakistan as Yuezhi Province, and the capital was set in Kabul. In addition, there is also a railway that will lead directly to the city from the north to the city, and then extend south to Peshawar, so that you can directly reach the Indus River Basin from the northwest.

"If this happens, a few more troops will be transferred."

Chen Lie said in amazement.

He really didn't understand how the two little warlords Kabul and Kandahar deserved so much attention from His Majesty. Five armies, these are the fifteenth army. At this time, it is hard to say whether all the young and middle-aged people in the two little warlords' territory had 300,000. It was a bit exaggerated to the two young and middle-aged people. What's more, because of the remote geographical location, the zhen warriors there were not much attention, and they didn't even catch the rifle rifle. All the smoothbore rifle in their hands were redundant. In his opinion, such a small warlord seemed to be redundant.

Of course, he would never have thought that it took these five armies five years to finally occupy this land, or kill all the men on this land.

After the Yuezhi Strategic Envoy was drawn out, there were only three armies left in the Western Regions. The First Cavalry Army was still in the north and the south, and the Emperor was following the Emperor to personally fight against Persia. The third cavalry army was also the Second Infantry Army. Such troops were a bit thin. You should know that there were a lot of enemies ahead of them. The Khanate of Shiva alone would have more than 60,000 troops and 20,000 Russian troops, and more than 10,000 knights. Although the emperor was sure that he was invincible, he could not let the emperor go to the battlefield.

"Then let's transfer two more troops!"

Yang Feng said casually.

It was indeed a bit dissatisfied when he led the two armies forward.

"Your Majesty, the palace has arranged it for you!"

At this time, the attendant came in to report.

Yang Feng's great chariot has arrived in Samarkand. The newly released Kangju King Yang Zhongyi cleared the inner city and specially served as a palace for His Majesty the Emperor of God. Although it was a little simpler, it was all that was in a hurry.

"Go on!"

Yang Feng said.

Then a special carriage drove over.

His mobile palace could not walk in Samarkand. The size of that thing was the size of the thing, unless he demolished half of the city first, so he could only enter the city by carriage. The carriage was gilded all over, and it looked like a miniature palace. Although it was vulgar, gold was the most noble symbol for the people of these remote small countries. The special thing about this carriage is that it was not pulled by a horse. The one who pulled the carriage was four huge moos, and the feathers on its body were dyed, dyed into a fiery red, and even had fake tail feathers that looked like a phoenix.

A car pulled by a magic bird is undoubtedly very consistent with his identity, and the only regret is that he cannot fly anymore.

Of course, those ordinary people don’t know.

"This demon!"

Just as he was riding in the golden carriage pulled by the divine bird and slowly sailing towards the palace in the devout worship of hundreds of thousands of people in Samarkand, Pope Benedict XIII was saying sadly and angry on the majestic arched tower of St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican of Rome.

Just as he said this, his body trembled involuntarily.

"Holy See, be careful!"

A cardinal next to him quickly held him in a respectful manner.

"I can still hold on!"

Benedict XIII took a deep breath and said slowly.

But on the old face bathed in the sunset, the strange red showed that his situation was not optimistic at this time. Of course, it was not because of his age, but because on the background of the sunset as bright as fire, a black smoke surging like the door of hell was opened. Not only that, at the bottom of the sunset, the huge sunset in the middle, there was also an abnormal red. It was not the color of the sunset, but the burning flames, the burning fire of Ostia, the small town at the mouth of the Tevere River.

And the culprit of this firelight...

"boom!"

Just like the muffled thunder before the summer storm, a series of dull loud noises came, followed by the magnificent building under your feet, which seemed to be trembling like fear.

Even God is trembling.

Also trembling were the square in front of St. Peter's Basilica, all the believers who looked silently, and also trembled the entire Vatican, the entire city of Rome, the entire Papal Kingdom, and all the believers were trembling in this loud noise that seemed to come from hell...

That was the Ming army's naval gun.

A huge fleet of thirty-two battleships and cruisers was firing at Rome with their terrifying cannons. Although their shells could not hit Rome, the effect was no different. Anyway, the people of Rome could see and hear and feel it. At this moment, all Romans knew that the war was burning in their homeland, and the pagan cannons were tearing the peace of this land that had been quiet for countless centuries. The army from the east was firing at the spiritual core of the Western world. The monarch they called the demon was no longer far away, and his butcher knife had arrived in front of him.

"How could he do this in this demon!"

Benedict XIII said tremblingly.

"God, show your soul!"

Suddenly he raised his hands and shouted loudly towards the sky. Because the movement was a little big, his body shook violently. He was almost eighty and coughed violently, then coughed out a mouthful of blood. As the Cardinal shouted in horror, his body softened and he fell to the ground.

"He can't hear it!"
Chapter completed!