On the same day, the 16th day of the 11th month of the Hijri calendar, Urumqi.

At this time, the unfinished city was full of people with high noses, deep eyes, brown hair and blue eyes. Many soldiers were checking room by room, and if they found someone hiding in it, they immediately pulled it out and sent it to the square in the middle of the city.

In the square, men in white robes asked questions in stiff Chinese. Hearing these people's questions, most of them shook their heads, and only a few nodded busily.

As it got dark, and the soldiers who had searched everywhere had returned to the square, the junior officer at the head stepped forward and said something to the man in the white robe, who nodded, gave a few more words to the others, and turned and walked into a house next to the square.

The house is about two feet three feet high, divided into two floors, the man walked into the house and saw that the walls inside, although not ornate but slightly decorated, in this city has not been built long ago is already the most luxurious house.

The man in the white robe walked to the second floor and saw three or four people standing on the floor, and an old man in his sixties was sitting on the bed, talking something. Beside the old man, there was a man with black carbon skin and eunuch clothes bowed to serve.

"Great Khan! The Khitans and Mongols in the whole city have been searched out, with a total of 897 Khitans, 566 Mongols, and 456 craftsmen among the Khitans. There are no women. The man in the white robe said to the old man sitting on the bed.

Of course, this old man is Timur. When he heard this, he turned his head and asked, "How many are willing to surrender?" ”

"Most of the Mongols were willing to surrender, three Khitan soldiers were willing to surrender, and thirty-five craftsmen."

"Only that few people?" Timur was surprised. The Khitans are not afraid of death.

"Great Khan, I inquired carefully, the Khitan people are very concerned about their families, these Khitan families are in Hami, if they surrender to our family, they will be reduced to slaves, so they are unwilling to surrender."

"Is the life of a family more important than your own life? If you have no children, you can have another child, and if you don't have a wife, you can marry again. Timur muttered, raised his head and said to the man in white robes: "Kill all the Khitan soldiers who are unwilling to surrender, cut off their heads and hang them on wooden poles." ”

"The craftsmen don't kill first, let them build this city well. Send the craftsmen we brought to guard them, and kill those who are not satisfied with their work. ”

"Yes, Great Khan." The man in the white robe said yes and took the order to retreat.

"Great Khan, although these people are unwilling to surrender, they also laid down their arms against the army of the Great Khan and did not resist, why do they have to kill them?" A dark-haired and black-eyed man dressed in traditional Samarkand clothes spoke loudly in Khorezm, his tone full of grief and indignation.

"Fu An, I have always respected an envoy like you, but you don't want to influence my decision. I know that the people who are going to be killed now are you Khitans, so you don't want them to be killed. But since they are not willing to surrender to our country, I can only kill them. Timur said.

"The Great Khan's previous conquests against other nations did not kill all the captives, and many were reduced to slavery, so why should he put them all to death this time?" Fu An said again.

"Because there is not enough food." Timur said: "Although Shami Chagan fled with his tribe as soon as he heard that our army had crossed the Alashan Pass, he took all the cattle, sheep and horses with him, and now my army can only eat the grain and meat brought from the country, and in order to save food, I can only kill them." Speaking of this, Timur paused for a moment, and then continued: "Why, do you think that I will risk starving my own soldiers to feed a few people who are unwilling to surrender?" If I hadn't wanted to know about the situation in Hami City, I wouldn't have even persuaded him to surrender, and I would have killed him directly. ”

When Fu An heard this, he had to keep silent. It was not that he could not refute Timur's words, but that there was no point in continuing to refute them. He came to Samarkand in the twenty-ninth year of Hongwu, and had been in contact with Timur for eight years, although he did not meet much, but he also knew his character very well, and knew that no matter how much he persuaded him, he could not change his mind.

And many of these captives had small Buddha statues on their bodies. For the infidels who do not surrender, my attitude has always been to kill them all. So in every way, they are going to die. Timur said again.

After saying this, he remembered something again, and said to a brown-haired man in front of him: "Not only me, but in the whole West, unconverted pagans will be put to death, isn't it, Calavio?" ”

The man known as Claviyo was about forty years old, with brownish-yellow hair and dark blue eyes, and wore brightly colored tights, hooded sleeves on both arms, and an open-chested shawl. The lower body is a pair of stockings and a pair of cowhide boots. On his head he wears a small Central Asian hat with a round pie headdress underneath the hat. He also wore an open-breasted mink coat on his left arm, and he was dressed in a very ornate outfit. At this time, when he heard Timur's words, he hurriedly bowed his head and replied: "Respected Great Khan, as long as the pagans are willing to convert, they can still live." ”

Timur laughed out loud, and was about to speak when suddenly the black eunuch beside him said, "Great Khan, the minister of Manlaha has returned with people." ”

"Let them come up." Timur said immediately, and turned towards the door. After a while, Manraha, who had been to the Ming Kingdom twice, came up with three black-haired men and bowed to him: "May Allah grant peace to the Great Khan." ”

"May Allah give you peace, my dear Manraha." Timur returned the favor.

He was about to give a few words to Manraha, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of the man beside Manraha and asked, "Why did this man kneel?" ”

"The Great Khan, according to the etiquette of the Khitans, they have to kneel when they see the monarch of their country, so they can't help kneeling when they see the Great Khan." Manraha explained with a nonchalant face.

"Tell him to get up!" Timur said. He actually likes people to kneel to him, but according to the rules of the Heavenly Sect, in most cases, only God can kneel and can only call him up.

Manraha hurriedly pulled the man up and made him stand aside and bow down to listen to the teachings of the Great Khan. Although this man did not understand Timur's Khorezm language at all.

"Manlaha, you're doing a great job! I will give you credit for the fact that the army did not have to storm this city that was beginning to take shape, and occupied this very important pass at a very small cost. Timur approvingly.

"Thank you, Great Khan, for the compliment. But it's not my fault alone. ”