Despite the heavy casualties, Abudula Khan did not give up. He was very confident in his army.

After all, on the surface, the Bukharas do have a great advantage, and they have a total of 100,000 troops. Although the Han people who came from afar, they were also known as 100,000, most of them were infantry. All their positions were on the defensive, hiding there and waiting for the attack of the Bukhara cavalry.

But how can infantry stop cavalry?

Even if their firearms are powerful, they will only be temporary. As long as the cavalry rushed over, how long can those people be proud?

In fact, both Abudula Khan and other Bukhara nobles were very confident in their advantages. They stubbornly believed in their cavalry and believed that their cavalry would definitely defeat these Han people.

In front of these Han army formations dominated by infantry, in the next few days, the Bukhara cavalry tried again and again, attacked, forward, and main force launched attacks one after another.

The light cavalry's bows and arrows were shot, and then the cavalry rushed. Then...the bodies everywhere were left, and there was no progress.

Of course, their offense did not mean that they did not achieve any success. Their offense also brought casualties to the Dashun Army, and the rain of arrows shot from a distance still took away many lives.

But that's all.

The remaining cavalrymen who rushed to the front of the chariot were repelled again and again by the sprites of the Shun Army. The battle lasted for three days. The Bukhara people got nothing except for waves of corpses in front of the formation.

...

Three days later, after another wave of offensive failure, Li Guo realized that the Bukhara, whose morale was disintegrating, was on the verge of collapse, which was the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time.

"General Tang, attack!"

While putting away the monocular lens, a smile appeared on Li Guo's face.

Win!

Although the war has not yet passed, the victory has been decided and no one or any other thing can change all this.

Li Guo shouted loudly when Tang Tong received his order.

"This battle...no prisoners are left!"

captive?

No need at all!

After all, the land here is limited and you want to replace it. There is only one way, which is to change the birds.

The Shun Army, who had been waiting for a long time, finally launched an attack. Like the Bukhara people, they also launched an attack with cavalry. When the cavalry attacked, the artillery in the rear continued to bombard the Bukhara's artillery team. What was even more deadly was that the horse artillery dragged 50 kilograms of heavy artillery and approached within a thousand meters. They used short-barrel guns to fire grenades weighing 50 kilograms at the Bukhara people. Although the Shun Army did not use the instantaneous explosion of the spherical shells, the wooden signal tube still gave it enough lethality.

In the violent explosion, the square formation of the Bukhara infantry was torn into pieces. Sometimes the explosion flames would even detonate the gunpowder packs on the Ottoman musketeers, turning them into a personal firework. What was even more deadly was the moment when the barrel filled with gunpowder was detonated. Not only were the nearby people bombed into the sky, but even the bronze cannon weighing thousands of pounds were blown into the air and then smashed down fiercely...

"Open fire.Open fire..."

Driven by the employer, the Ottoman gunners trembled and tore open the gunpowder pack, filled the gunpowder through the muzzle, and then stuffed it into cast iron projectiles. By the time they used wooden handles to pound the ammunition, they had already ushered in two or three rounds of shelling from the Shun Army.

"boom……"

Just as the Ottoman gunner tried his best to load the shells, several shrapnel bombs exploded on their heads, and countless projectiles roared across the artillery position. They swept through a large area of ​​Ottoman gunners and the supervisers standing near the artillery position without distinction.

For a moment, the artillery positions were covered with bloody scenes, and the more deadly ones were the infantry shrouded by shrapnel. When thousands of shotguns flew over, in just a moment, red blood mist rose from the dense infantry team, and the blood mist even blocked people's sight. The infantry did not scream in a hurry, but fell down in pieces...

Abudulla Khan and the nobles around him were shocked by the scene in front of him. They never thought that the war would go on this way.

In fact, they were undoubtedly lucky. At least, they did not encounter the Ming army with more fierce firepower like Jiannu or bandits, and did not enjoy the real artillery attack.

But even so, in the face of such a blow, the Bukhara people inevitably fell into a state of collapse.

Finally, someone started to escape.

The first one to escape was not the others, but the nobles of Bukhara, who seemed to fantasize about surrendering to the conquerors in exchange for a chance to survive. For them, nothing is more important than their own wealth, and nothing is nothing more than just like conquerors expressing surrender.

While the nobles ran away, many leaders also fled, and then ordinary soldiers, whether they were Bukhara or Ottoman mercenaries, all threw down their weapons and ran away to the distance. They ran as fast as they could. They didn't even have the courage to turn back.

The Shun Army cavalry that chased after them did not give up chasing because of their escape, but rode their horses to chase the enemy and chopped down the deserters to the ground...

...

As the evening approached, the battle finally came to an end. Only 20,000 Bukhara troops escaped alively, but only 20,000 to 30,000 people were killed on the battlefield, and half chose to surrender. The surrendered Bukharas were watching the conquerors in panic.

They no longer had the courage to fight, but were just waiting for the unknown fate in panic. However, they did not know that their fate had actually been destined, after all, this oasis could not support everyone.

At night, the messenger brought good news to Abudulla Khan, who fled to the city, was arrested by the Bukhara nobles, who hoped to surrender.

"Tell them that as long as they offer the city and surrender, I will pardon them all and ensure their safety!"

Li Guo's lips raised lightly, and there was no slight waving on his face.

After the messenger left, he ordered in a deep voice without waiting for the generals to speak.

"Liu Dong, after entering the city later, he will kill all the surrendered soldiers without leaving any left!"

At the same time, he said in a muffled voice.

"Send the order and follow the old rules after entering the city!"

As a conqueror, he had to do something, even if he was not willing to do it. After all, Dashun needed this land to resettle the millions of soldiers and civilians in Dashun.

As for the others... it is not within his consideration. Don't think this is cruel, it is an inevitable choice to survive.
Chapter completed!