By afternoon, the riots in the city gradually subsided, and An Jiyan people were either killed or fled outside the city.

In front of the Kashgar Minister's Office, Kashgar Boke (city lord) of the Kokhan Khanate was pushed and kneeled in front of Ye Zhao by two red-clad cavalry guards.

Karim looked at the Chinese soldiers and officials in front of him with horror. His head was beaten with sticks with blood on his head. If it weren't for a team of red cavalry, he would have been beaten to death by random sticks.

He gestured in a gurgling manner, begging the Chinese to spare their lives. Yesterday, he was still dreaming of going to the Central Plains of China to grab gold and beauties, but when he woke up early, he became a prisoner of the Chinese, and the Chinese were so powerful that they were beyond imagination.

Although he knew that the Chinese would not let him go, his legs were shaking very hard and he could not act like he was ready to die.

Ye Zhao couldn't understand what he said, so he made a gesture, "Cut him to behead him!" In the Central Plains, such cruel punishment for corpses had been abolished, but sometimes barbaric punishment was inevitable when fighting against the tribes around the border. This was the only way to shock the little ones and appease the people.

Karim was pushed down wailingly, and in a short while, his bloody head hung on the flagpole next to the stone lion.

In front of the yamen, Kashgars with four-cornered hats gathered more and more. When they saw Karim's head, everyone cheered.

Ye Zhao stood on the steps in front of the black wooden door of the yamen, patted his chest hard, and shouted: "The people of Kashgar! I am Ye Zhao, from Beijing City in the Central Plains! Now I promise you that the days of your suffering have become history! From then on, Kashgars and Central Plains people will not distinguish between each other! You are all imperial citizens, and I and the Emperor's team will protect you!"

Some Kashgars and Central Plains vendors who could understand the Central Plains dialect all cheered happily, but after all, they didn’t know who Ye Zhao was. They thought they were a high-ranking official from Beijing.

Ye Zhao signaled Afafu with his eyes. Afafu hesitated for a moment. Although he was reluctant to open his sensation for the Central Plains Emperor, he could only act as a general translator at this moment and said in a crisp voice: "The brothers and sisters of Kashgar, the people of Allah, and the great emperor from the Central Plains promised you to become your patron saints from then on. The great emperor gave you equal freedom like the people of the Central Plains. You are all people under the rule of the great emperor, and you will be protected by the great emperor's army for generations!"

After barely winning the hearts of the Central Plains Emperor, Afafu took a small trick, "The Great Emperor gives you equal freedom like the Central Plains people." Ye Zhao did not mention it in his words. Afafu was originally a foreshadowing for the future fate of the Uyghurs. If Ye Zhao understood her words, he would definitely laugh in his stomach. This little thought would be too low for him.

There were countless four-cornered hats, including men, women, young and old. The long street in front of the yamen was blocked. After hearing Afafu's words, everyone was shocked. No one could have thought that the one who came to save them today would be His Majesty the Emperor.

The Central Plains vendor knelt down in panic, kowtowed and shouted, "Long live!"

The Kashgars, I don’t know who led the head, one or two, soon knelt all over the ground, kowtowed, and shouted in a gurgling voice, “Thank you, Your Majesty, the Great Emperor!” “Allah, the Great Emperor is the messenger you sent to save your miserable believers!” “The Great Emperor is the eagle of Tianshan Mountain, Allah praises you!”

The young Kashgar boys were extremely excited on their faces. They led more than a hundred cavalry down from the sky and killed thousands of Anjiyan people to the point of falling flowers and water. Isn’t they the hero, leader, and savior they were looking forward to day and night?!

Ye Zhao smiled and accepted their worship, gently stroked his chest with his right hand, just like the messenger of Allah listening to the prayers of his people, making the Kashgars both kind and pious. Gradually, I don’t know who started first. The kneeling Kashgars raised their hands high, bowed down, praying, rising and falling like waves, as if they were on a pious pilgrimage.

It was not until night fell that the pilgrimage ceremony gradually ended. The sound of hooves in the distance was like thunder. The Kashgar people in the city were disgraceful. Sentinels had already come to report that it was Commander Bai who led the cavalry group to arrive.

Ye Zhao led his troops to attack, and De Ling hurriedly sent a quick horse to inform Bai Laoheng who suppressed the rebels. Although it took a long time to mobilize the rebels and cavalry in various places, it was only a short time to go all day and night with Ye Zhao's surprise attack team, and then arrived in Kashgar.

A few days later, two infantry battalions and one artillery battalion of the Independent Regiment also arrived in Kashgar. They marched urgently along the way, almost all of them were about to vomit blood.

Also following the infantry battalion was Ding Baozhen, the governor of Tiannan Province. Then Ye Zhao ordered Ding Baozhen to move into the former Kashgar minister's office, and the current governor of Tiannan Province.

Ding Baozhen acted vigorously and, with the representatives elected by the Kashgar people and the representatives of Central Plains vendors, began to appease the residents of the city and restore the economic order in the city. He also ordered the newly established Kashgar security team to go to nearby small towns and herdsmen to announce that the empire's great emperor had arrived in Kashgar, ordered the tribes to surrender and send cattle, sheep, food and grass.

A few days later, Ye Tuwa led two cavalry regiments to come. Ye Zhao immediately ordered him to use the camp as a unit to drive away the Uzbek city and garrisons in several large towns, including Uzbek city, Atush city in the northern region, Tashbarik city in the southern region, and other large towns. These towns were all under the rule of Kashgar.

Ye Zhao lives in a courtyard with a distinct Kashgar style. The Kashgars are both hospitality and good at singing and dancing. Therefore, there are many spacious living rooms in the house, which can be used to entertain guests or hold "Mai Xilaifu" (singing and dancing parties). At the same time, there is a farm tool and grain storage room, and a cowshed in the backyard. Together, there are more than a dozen rooms in the entire yard.

Ye Zhao sat at the table in the earthen kang, flipping through the telegram sent by the horse, and laughed at the millet on the windowsill. He felt that he had become the earthen eighth route.

With the curtain lifted, Afafu, wearing a snow-white round-edged hat, walked in. In fact, Ye Zhao wanted to take off her hat every time he saw her. Although this Muslim girl had a very special temperament in wearing a bun, Ye Zhao always had the idea of ​​taking off her beautiful white round-hatch. She didn't know if she would scream or shoot herself at that time, nor did she know if she could take off her hat and tell a lot of crooked truths, so she was dizzy and no longer hated herself because of the hat. Of course, this idea just turned around in her heart. She was getting older and older, and even more admired by the Central Plains emperors, and she couldn't just mess with children.

"I want to go to Zikman." Afafu bowed slightly. She always had a straightforward attitude towards Ye Zhao with very ordinary Muslim etiquette.

"Zikeman? Where is it?" Ye Zhao had never heard of it.

Afaf pulled the map from the table and pointed to a place close to Yerkand. In the east of Mount Khantlek, there was no sign on the map, which was obviously not a strategic place.

Afafu said: "My aunt lives here, Kashgar City has settled down. I want to go and see my aunt, which is a tribe of the Kirgiz people."

Ye Zhao knew that the Kyrgyzs were the Kyrgyzs. He looked at the map and frowned slightly and said, "Is it a herdsman tribe?" The boundary of Afav's finger was too close to Yarkand. There was a big city called Ingishal between Kashgar and Yarkand in the hands of the Uzbeks. Zikman could be said to be in the hinterland controlled by the Uzbeks. Of course, it was very remote. Looking at the map signs, there was no road leading to this place. To say the least, there was no plank road connection for marching.

Afafu said: "Semi-nomadic tribe." That is, a tribe that is mixed with nomadic and farming.

Ye Zhao frowned and said, "It's too dangerous, otherwise, you can go after you conquer Yingjishar." He said, "How did your aunt marry a disbeliever? Isn't it too rebellious?"

Before Afafu could speak, the guards hurried in and reported, "Master, An Jiyan's cavalry arrived at the Kashgar River."

In the east of Kashgar, Ye Zhao had already set up a sentry to explore. The farthest sentry to explore the east bank of the Kashgar River more than ten miles away were all Uyghur people from the Kashgar Public Security Team. They were equipped with a thousand-mile mirror. When they saw the enemy's traces, they would fall down the news tree. The sentries on the west bank would ignite the beacon fire, and the cavalry would run to return the letter.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "It's too late. It seems that I underestimated the people of An Jiyan. They also know how to plan and move later."

The news exchange was extremely time-consuming, so this cavalry would naturally not be the main force of Agubo, who was thousands of miles away from the Sangzhu front line of Kashgar, but it was the garrison of Yingjishar.

The Chinese team attacked Kashgar by surprise. They wanted to make the Uzbeks in Yingjishar a group of Uzbeks. The remaining soldiers who fled to Yingjishar must have infinitely exaggerated the combat power of the Chinese team. After several days of quarrel, the strong main combat generals either convinced the cautious generals or led their troops to fight without authorization. In short, they finally led their troops to kill, perhaps preparing to find out the reality of the Chinese.

Ye Zhao smiled slightly and said, "It's a good thing. We'll eat it in batches and times. Are there such good things?"

Then Ulden scratched his head and laughed loudly.

...

When Ye Zhao climbed the city tower, rows of rifles had already been set up between the battlements of Kashgar city walls and battlements, and the gates of Dongcheng were opened, which was a bait for the Uzbeks to charge.

At this time, you could already hear the sound of thunder hooves, and the yellow sand rolling in the distance, and the momentum was terrifying. Ye Zhao picked up the thousand-mile mirror and looked at it. The black torrent of cavalry seemed to be unable to see the end, afraid that there would always be four or five thousand cavalry.

Ye Zhao was shocked and thought to himself that there were a lot of cavalrymen.

The Khanate of the Kokhan Kingdom, like the current Outer Mongolia tribes, was a cavalry, but like the fierce armored cavalry that besieged Wushi City, it was a minority after all.

Some Kashgars who volunteered to help defend the city on the city wall saw the power of An Jiyan people, and some were even more wondering why they opened the city gate? Isn’t this like raising their hands to surrender?

Yakupu was also among the volunteer soldiers. He held an musket of Anjiyanren in his hand, gritted his teeth, stuffed gunpowder and projectiles into it. The emperor's red cavalry saved his wife from the humiliation of Anjiyanren. Even if he died today, he would fight against Anjiyanren.

In the overwhelming yellow sand, the black Uzbek cavalry had reached hundreds of steps away in a blink of an eye. Seeing the opponent's cavalry changing their formation, they were about to turn into a long dragon and rushed into the city gate. Although they saw the muzzle at the top of the city, they obviously didn't care about the threat of the musketeers.

"Open-fire!" shouted with a very strange tone. It was the emperor's team's majesty, but it seemed to contain a terrifying aura of death.

Immediately, guns and cannons flew on the top of the city.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang" continuous shooting of bead training cannons can deaf people's ears. In fact, all bead artillery soldiers also wear earplugs.

Two continuous bead cannons were also pushed onto the mud and stone sacks in the city gate. In front of the sandbag, iron wire and steel piercings were suddenly thrown over, and the continuous bead cannons then ejected "bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

The Uzbek cavalry team immediately fell down like a harvested straw. The few horses that rushed into the city gates with inertia were either torn to pieces by the spray of the beaded cannons, or they fell on the horse and screamed and screamed.

Uzbek commander Mohammed was a famous warrior in the Khanate Kingdom. After several days of quarrel in Yingjishar, he finally had a fierce attack, almost smashing the bones of Yingjishar's timid Burke, and then led his tribal warriors to fight, hoping to regain Kashgar and kill all the Chinese.

Mohammed's charge was always at the forefront, but this time, he didn't know how he died. He was the first bandit soldiers to be shot. A loud noise that made people feel inexplicably terrified. Half of Mohammed's head was suddenly lifted away. The scene was extremely terrifying. Without even snorting, he fell off his horse with several bandit soldiers around him.

"Kill!" His adjutant's eyes turned red, and he mobilized the warriors in the clan to rush towards the city gate desperately, but the loud noise that represented death seemed to never stop. A group of fierce cavalry fell off the horse. In less than a quarter of an hour, the yellow sand in front of Kashgar City had been dyed red with bright red. The bodies of Uzbek bandits were everywhere, and the three stop cavalry had already stopped.

When Mohammed's adjutant fell from his horse, the Uzbek bandits were immediately defeated, and even in panic, they forgot where they wanted to escape, and fled all over the mountains and fields.

The iron wire resisted horse in the doorhole was quickly cleaned up by the infantry and moved to the side. The red cavalry team of the Knights rushed out to chase and kill the remaining enemies.

The Kashgar people on the city wall were stunned and looked at each other, unable to speak.

When Yakupu fired only one shot from beginning to end, and was still busy loading, the war was over.

The terrifying Central Plains army, the terrifying Central Plains emperor.

Yakupu's mind was blank, and there was only this feeling in his heart. It was thought that the Great Emperor and his terrifying army would be their guardian gods in the future. Yakupu's heart vented again and felt extremely relaxed. Looking back at his stupid tribesmen, perhaps they all had the same thoughts as him, right?

On the city tower, Ye Zhao took a sip of cigarettes and turned around and ordered: "The Third Battalion and the Knights rushed to the enemy soldiers and took Yingjishar!"

Chasing the Uzbek cavalry who fled for fear and fear, you can get off Ingishar without any effort. What's the matter!

Another thought came out of Ye Zhao's head, and he turned his head to Afafu and said, "I'll go to Zikman with you."

Afafu was slightly stunned and nodded.

...

Ye Zhao still led Meng Jiang and Zhao Kui's two mail cavalry teams, plus the large inner guards, more than 300 cavalry, and rushed to Zikeman.

Bypassing Yingjishar and at Topuluk, he left the plank road and galloped in the grassland. The sky was high and the clouds were light and the grass was green. The horses seemed to be jubilant, and they ran more and more vigorously.

Two days later, next to a clear water lake, the Kirgiz tribe that Afafu mentioned was found.

Green grassland, neat farmland in the distance, green lakes as bright as mirrors, and flocks of sheep flowing on the hillside, what a picture of a paradise.

The tribe composed of white yurts in the green grass is like a fairyland, and the huge white yurt in the middle of the tribe is as gorgeous as a palace, with small yurts scattered around it, with hundreds of them.

As Afaf said, the Kirgiz tribe here is a huge tribe with thousands of people, and only a part of them settled on the shore of this small lake, and there are also nomadic herders with yurts. When winter approaches, they will migrate back.

The Kyrgyzs are Kyrgyzs, and they belong to a mixed nation. Many of them already have Europa characteristics. They are handsome young men and beautiful Eurasian mixed-race girls, and they look quite pleasing to the eye.

However, when Ye Zhao and Afafu's cavalry approached, the herdsmen's eyes were extremely hostile. As the camp formed by the white yurts fell, a crisp sound of hitting iron tools sounded. It seemed like a warning device. Then, the young and strong men with iron spears and sticks rushed out from the white yurts, gathered in front of the tribe's wooden fences, and looked vigilantly at the slowly approaching cavalry teams.

Afafu spoke Kashgar. The Kirgiz people, who live in ***, understand Uyghur language. After listening to Afafu's words, the hatred on his face gradually disappeared, and someone seemed to be running to the snow-white yurt palace in the center of the camp to report the news.

Ye Zhao asked while dismounting with the cavalry, "What did you say?"

Afafu said, "I said I am the head man's sister."

Ye Zhao said: "Isn't today Ramadan?"

Afafu was completely unmoved by Ye Zhao's joke and replied seriously: "My aunt married the uncle of the patriarch. I am really the sister of the patriarch and did not lie."

Ye Zhao nodded slightly, and it was strange to see that Afafu was very close to the leader of the Kirgiz tribe in his tone.

Afaf said again: "My sister is very beautiful."

Ye Zhao said: "What sister?"

"Class leader, don't you know? She is the chieftain of your Zhongyuan enthronement, don't you know?" Afafu looked at Ye Zhao in surprise.

Ye Zhao shook his head slightly and said strangely: "Is there any female toast?"

Afafu nodded slightly and then whispered.

Here, the hereditary chieftain of the Kirgiz tribe is the Gergesi family. The current patriarch Gulishayier has been beautiful and good at dancing since childhood and is hospitalized. The old patriarch has no descendants. The men and women of the Kirgizzikman tribe are relatively equal. When the old patriarch passed away, Gulishayier inherited the chieftain. She was fair in her actions and loved by the clan.

As they spoke, several girls walked out of the tribal camp, all of whom were purple robes and purple hats, and the Kirgiz costumes were very gorgeous. They said a few words to Afafu, and Afafu turned around and said to Ye Zhao: "Sister, please let us in."
To be continued...