Ye Hua is a man with some bad taste and cleanliness. He is too lazy to do it himself. It is a very good idea to let a minister kill the king and father. He is happy to watch the show.

The envoy was a very honest person. In front of Ye Hua, he was trembling and honest, and would definitely obey orders. Go, as long as he killed the Uighur Khan, you will be the new king!

In other words, this is a letter of fame.

The envoy slowly drew out the sword, and the cold light was shè. There was no doubt that it was a magic weapon. He secretly looked at the Uighur Khan King and found that the other party was furious and staring at him.

After a long time, the Uighur Khan slowly closed his eyes, raised his neck, exposed his throat, and looked like he was slaughtering his neck.

puff!

Blood splattered, and someone fell to the ground.

Ye Hua showed a look of surprise. It turned out that the envoy committed suicide. He cut his throat with his sword and would rather commit suicide than kill the regicide. It was so interesting!

Ye Hua looked at the Uighur Khan and sneered: "It seems that you have some tricks, or rather, they are quite popular. He doesn't dare to kill you. Is he too brave? Should he find another one?"

While speaking, Ye Hua's eyes were wandering around the crowd. Every Uighur minister he was staring at was so scared that he buried his head in his chest, praying not to be selected...

At this time, the Uighur Khan suddenly spoke. It was rare that he also knew some Chinese.

"Kill me and let my people and ministers go!" The Uighur Khan roared in silence, with grief and anger in his words, and when the grief and anger reached its peak, it was almost the same as begging.

Ye Hua's eyes showed a hint of praise, "I feel like the responsibility of an emperor when I hear you. It's a pity that you are too stupid and have killed someone you shouldn't have killed. There is no reason for me to spare you! But in order not to make you lonely, I will find you a few companions."

Ye Hua suddenly turned to the Uighur ministers and angrily scolded: "Whoever dares to kill the envoys of the Great Zhou Dynasty must die! Are there anyone among you who are willing to take the initiative to admit it and accompany your Khan to die?"

Ye Hua asked three times in a row, how many people are willing to do something that seeks death!

After waiting for a while, just when Ye Hua was a little impatient, two people really stood up in the crowd. They raised their chests and said tragically: "We suggested that Your Majesty kill you, let us accompany Your Majesty to die!"

Ye Hua looked carefully and saw that these were two not-so-old warriors, and they didn’t seem to have a very high position. Ye Hua smiled indifferently, “Since you want to die, what else can I say about Benjue? Come on!”

With a command, the soldiers rushed up and Ye Hua gave them a wink.

The soldiers immediately rushed towards the remaining ministers, arrested everyone, pushed them to the Uighur Khan, and lined up.

Ye Hua chuckled and said, "If the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, you should go to hell! If you don't even have some loyalty and righteousness in your heart, there will be no reason to survive! You guys will accompany your Khan to go to hell together!"

The ministers were frightened. What kind of tricks did Ye Hua do? We are willing to surrender. We didn’t kill anyone, so let us go?

No matter how they beg, it was useless. The cavalry guards in charge of the execution raised their swords and cut off their heads one by one, then hung their heads on the city wall, looking from a distance, like a string of wind chimes.

The head of the dead messenger had been found, and then searched all over the city, but the body could not be found.

Ye Hua waved his hand and the iron cavalry stood out, stepping over the corpses of King Uighur Khan and many ministers. The war horses went back and forth three times, and all the corpses turned into a scattered meat paste that was hard to distinguish.

The remaining two people were trembling and almost fell down.

They finally learned about the power of the Great Zhou.

If a soldier dies, he will need an emperor and so many ministers to compensate him. The life of the Zhou people is really expensive!

"The Great Zhou has always treated people with courtesy and magnanimity, but if it offends the bottom line of the Great Zhou and hurts the people of the Great Zhou, it will also be punished ten times or a hundred times. This is the rule of the Great Zhou. I think you should know it, right?"

"Clear, clear!" Among them, the older one, his surname was Ma and named Ma Yidu, he knelt on one knee on the ground and said honestly: "We must restrain the Uighur people, respect the orders of the Great Zhou, and never dare to violate them!"

Ye Hua showed a satisfied smile, "Very good, I hope you will be consistent in your words and deeds."

Ye Hua drove his horse into Gaochang City.

Walking in the city, Ye Hua was surprised.

The Uighurs developed in Gaochang for a hundred years. They had already gotten rid of the habits of some nomadic peoples. They planted grains and grapes. There were mills and wineries in the city. They also dug canals to divert water, irrigate farmland, and even tall water trucks.

In addition, they also plant cotton, and there are cotton spinning workshops in the city.

What is surprising is the developed business in the city, with all kinds of merchants gathering, and there is a whole street full of merchants from other places.

There were more merchants coming from south to north, and there were more various sects and temples in the city. In addition to those major sects, even Manichaeism, Zoroastrianism, and Shamanism could exist in Gaochang without any trouble.

Walking around the city, Ye Hua's intuitive feeling is that Gaochang City is very prosperous and has a very good governance, which explains why some people would rather commit suicide than use a butcher knife to kill the Uighur Khan.

He is a master of internal affairs, but not a smart monarch.

From the time he chose to join forces with Hei Khan, he was destined to be the end of today.

From this we can also see how fragile the regime in the Western Regions was.

On this land, you can't survive by doing well.

Ye Hua decisively issued three orders, one of which told all the people in the city that the Uighur Khan was bewitched by the ministers and became enemies with the Great Zhou. As the soldiers arrived today, they gave their heads at night and buried the Uighur Khan with great burial.

Secondly, the original good policies will not be changed, respect local customs, and promote the farming of tillers to have their own land, and the land and pastures belong to the actual farmer, regardless of gender, and the average land property is obtained.

Third, there are more than 100,000 Uighur troops who have not returned. They are now recruiting relatives of soldiers and lobbying. If they can surrender, they will not blame them. They will fight stubbornly and will die!

...

Ye Hua has always been a steady, accurate and ruthless move. The first is to win over people's hearts, the second is to win over allies, and the third is to dismantle the opponent.

Before the Uighur army could return to Gaochang, they were beaten to death by Ye Hua.

The envoy brought more than a thousand families directly to the Uighur army to persuade him to surrender.

The Uighurs retreated along the Tarim River and had just passed by Kucha, which was still a long way from Gaochang.

And at this moment, a team of cavalry crossed mountains and ridges and broke into Kucha.

It was very difficult to cross the towering mountain peaks for a long journey, so this team seemed very embarrassed, but anyone who underestimated them would definitely suffer a loss.

Among these, they are generally wearing white robes, holding sharp scimitars in their hands, and riding powerful war horses.

Because they have lived on horseback for a long time, they have more or less swayed legs and are very shaking when walking. Therefore, you can tell who is the real elite just by walking.

In addition to war horses, there were camels carrying food for them. When they were about ten miles away from Kucha, a big beard with a fierce shoulder shaking violently pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the camel's throat.

Thick camel blood was not a good thirst quenching thing. He patiently stripped the camel skin, cut the camel into thin slices, and stuffed it into his mouth. Others also came over and shared it together. They chewed raw meat, their mouths full of blood.

The warm raw meat quickly restored their combat effectiveness, but as for the others, they saw it, they felt nausea and nausea.

The bearded man was unscrupulous, and he jumped onto the war horse again, making strange calls, and the others also shouted together, like a group of fierce hunters.

They pounced on Kucha decisively.

Kucha is also one of the ancient countries. Although the city is not big, it is full of vitality... When these people enter, Kucha instantly becomes hell.

Kill, kill continuously.

Where there are scimitars, there are corpses everywhere, no matter adults, children, men and women, they cannot escape. In their eyes, it seems that everyone deserves to die.

Killing alone is not enough, they set fire to the fire.

The women and children who were trying to escape were driven back by them and pushed into the fire.

Watching the big living people turn into ashes, they laughed arrogantly.

Among this cavalry, there were obviously half of them, and they did not agree with the bearded men's approach. But there was no way, they could only follow and follow closely behind.

In just half a day, Kucha became a scorched earth. After these people succeeded, they carried the trophy with their captured horses and continued to go east, chasing the Uighur army...

"Please save Kucha!"

The Kuzh people who escaped by chance knelt in front of the Uighur army, begging them to return to fight against the robbers who fell from the sky and protect their poor homes.

Kucha was the territory of the Uighurs decades ago, and the Uighurs lived there. You can’t stand by death and refuse to save them!

"Get out!"

The Uighur general led by the leader roared, "We have no time to care about your life and death! Zhou soldiers are attacking Gaochang, we must protect His Majesty the Khan!"

Dozens of Kuz people kept kowtowing, which was completely useless.

The Uighur army advanced mercilessly.

The Kucha people in despair went crazy. An old man rushed to the front of the war horse regardless of everything. The thin and dry old man was knocked away by a galloping war horse, and then countless horse hooves stepped past him... The old man died, and died extremely tragic.

The remaining Kucha people roared, and they all rushed up and were soon overwhelmed by war horses... The Uighur army was still moving forward, but those who still had conscience closed their eyes and were full of miserable roars from the people and questioned sadly... Why don't you protect Kucha? Kucha is being slaughtered!

Finally, a young knight wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, resolutely turned his horse's head, and rushed towards Kucha. Behind him, more and more people followed him closely, and they gathered together, and the number reached almost 10,000.

Even the Uighurs' coach was alarmed and he was furious!
Chapter completed!