On the edge of the desert in the southern Yarkand Khanate, on the edge of a small lake, is a green meadow with a few poplar trees. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 On the edge of the small lake, there is a river flowing through the desert, which is a tributary of the Tarim River, and there are forests of poplar trees along the river.

If this kind of small lake is located in the south of the Yangtze River, it is at most a small pond, and this small river is just a small stream. However, in desert areas, water is the most important resource, and where there is water, there are oases.

In the poplar forest of the oasis, the general of the Yarkand Khanate, Azmat, sits in the tent of the Chinese army, surrounded by soldiers wearing black Middle Eastern-style iron armor, black special helmets, and masked protection on their faces. In the tent outside, there were ordinary soldiers wearing black cotton hats on their heads, wearing white clothes, and holding spears. The army of the Yarkand Khanate was very poorly armed and equipped, except for a few personal soldiers with excellent Middle Eastern style armor, the rest of the infantry with leather armor were elite, and the ordinary soldiers did not even have paper armor.

As for weapons, the weapons used by the pro-soldiers were scimitars and muskets, and the only weapons used by ordinary soldiers were spears and shoddy machetes.

There were also soldiers with floral turbans on their heads, dressed in white robes, with decent weapons, all of them Turkish or Russian-made muskets, and Arab scimitars hanging from their waists.

There were very few artillery pieces, only two Russian-made six-pounder guns and four three-pounder guns.

Despite the poor armament of the Yarkand Khanate's army, they took control of the water source of the oasis and built a ring of earthen cities one foot high and seven feet wide on the periphery of the barracks, and dug a trench around the perimeter of the earthen city.

"In the desert, controlling the water source is to grasp the initiative on the battlefield! We controlled the water source on the way to Aksu and other places, and if the Mongols and Han Chinese wanted to attack, they had to attack the city first. As long as we hold Tucheng, the Mongols and Han Chinese will either withdraw their troops or die of thirst in the desert! Azmat said.

One of his own soldiers asked, "If the Mongols and Han Chinese join forces to attack, I am afraid it will be difficult for us to resist." ”

Azmat sneered: "Now the situation is different, not only the Russians have abandoned the Mongols, but even the Bukhara Khanate and the Khiva Khanate will be on our side!" If the Mongols did fight, both khanates would send troops. ”

At this time, a scout came to report: "General, the Mongols are coming!" ”

Not far away, on the desert, more than a dozen cavalry appeared, which were the scout cavalry of the Mongols. Although camels are better than horses in desert areas, the Scout Cavalry still prefers to use horses. Each cavalryman carried a water bladder on his horse, which he kept the man and the horse drinking.

"Just a few Mongol scouts, let our cavalry drive them away." Azmat ordered.

The gate of Tucheng was opened, and thirty-six Yarkand cavalry rushed out of the gate with a whistle, brandishing scimitars in their hands and holding bows and arrows, and rushed towards the Mongol cavalry.

The Mongol cavalry pulled out their horses and left, and as they rode away, they removed the breech-loading rifled guns they had just equipped from their backs and turned their heads to gauge the distance of their opponents. Seeing that the opponent was still far away from him, the Mongols deliberately slowed down some horses.

"The infidels are running out of horsepower! Let's catch up and kill all the infidels! The first Yarkand cavalry shouted.

"Kill! Kill all the infidels! The Yarkand cavalry let out a shout of excitement and galloped on their horses.

The Mongols were loaded with bullets in their breeches, and they deliberately slowed down their horses to shorten the distance between the Turks and themselves. When the Turks chased after him, he was only eighty paces away, and more than a dozen Mongolian scout cavalrymen turned their heads, picked up their breech-loading rifled guns, aimed at the Turks who were catching up behind and pulled the trigger.

Seeing the Mongols from afar, he turned his head and raised his gun at himself, and the Turks sneered in their hearts: "It seems that the Mongols have degraded after using firearms!" Want to shoot so far away? ”

Before the Turks could laugh, they heard a row of gunshots, and the muzzles of the Mongols who turned their heads to fire erupted into clusters of fire, and more than a dozen bullets drilled into the crowd of Turkic cavalry, and immediately sprayed more than a dozen blood flowers, and five Turks screamed and fell from their horses, among which the leader of the Turks was shot several times and was beaten into a sieve.

The Turks who fell from the horseback, some of them did not die, they fell on the sand and groaned in pain, but they could not live, with the medical technology of this era, the people who were hit by the bullet would definitely die, especially the rifled gun, after the high-speed rotating bullet pierced the human body, the bullet deformed and deflected, shattered the bones of the arms and legs, the muscle tissue was twisted to pieces, and the wound infection would take their lives.

"The Mongols' muskets are so powerful!" Seeing five of his companions knocked off their horses, the Turks who were not hit gasped.

The Turkic officer at the head shouted: "Don't be afraid! The Mongols' muskets were powerful, but they could only fight them once! Let's chase after them and slay all the abominable infidels! ”

The Turks continued to ride their horses in pursuit, and the Mongolian cavalry running in front bit the reins with their teeth, pressed down the butt on the bumpy horseback, revealing the breech behind it, and then poured out the metal plate of the paper cartridge casing that remained in the chamber, pulled out a bullet from the bullet pouch on his waist, stuffed it into the chamber, and pressed the butt again to complete the loading.

The Mongols were really good at riding, and on a bumpy horse, the reload time was only five seconds! The Mongols turned again, raised their carbines, and aimed at the Turks who were chasing after them.

Another round of gunfire, this time six Turks were shot, turned over and fell from their horses.

"Damn, how did the Mongols fire a second round of bullets so quickly?" The Turks were puzzled.

"They must be two guns for one man! Catch up! Their guns are already burning sticks! The Turkic cavalry officer shouted.

To the disappointment of the Turks, however, the Mongols fired another round, this time with a less effective effect, but three Turks were still beaten into a hornet's nest and planted on horseback.

"O God! Could it be that the Mongols were helped by the devil? How could their guns shoot continuously? "The Turks are already shocked.

But none of the Turks retreated, because for them, rushing forward and dying was a path to heaven. As long as they go to heaven, there are rivers flowing with milk and honey, and there are seventy-two **** waiting for them. Therefore, every Turkic is not afraid of death and moves forward bravely.

It is a pity that the bravery of the Turks, in the face of the muskets that were centuries ahead of them, turned into a senseless suicide operation. The Mongols kept reloading their horses, turned around and shot as if they were targets, knocking down the Turks from their horses one by one.

When there were only seven Turks left, and even the captain of the Turkic cavalry had been killed, the Turks were finally frightened, and they turned their horses and tried to flee.