Chapter 698: The Smoke of War Rises Everywhere

"Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter!"

"I'm dying of laughter!"

Omar, at this moment, was the person laughing the most happily.

The national state of war readiness was still in effect, but with the arrival of Zheng Yueru and Qin Zhangfeng's army, everything became incomparably harmonious.

Overnight, white hair turned back to black.

So what if one is humble?

So what if one plays the grandson?

Now, he had completely become the master!

Watching the tigers fight from the mountain!

One hundred thousand fierce lions, sleeping with weapons in hand, and fifty thousand Longyan Army troops, looking down upon the masses with pride.

Even when he slept, he would wake up laughing.

What?

You want to plant Poppy in Putu? Although I don't know what kind of thing this is, if you want to plant it, then plant it!

A contract.

Sign it!

Vice Minister Liu, you want to share the Wakhan Corridor?

Share it!

Sign the contract!

What?

You want Putu Port?

I'll give you half!

We say that the Afghan people have always been full of resilience, but in the final analysis, they are very sensible and know how to seize every opportunity. This fellow Omar, being able to defend against the powerful Mughal Empire for so many years at the crossroads of Central Asia, certainly couldn't have done it without a few tricks up his sleeve.

Omar had already seen that a chaotic, massive war in Central Asia was about to begin.

His gaze was no longer fixed on this contract that was clearly beneficial to the Longyan Dynasty.

His thoughts were already focused on other countries.

Because at this moment.

The Kokand Khanate had also moved.

Alimu's one hundred thousand-strong army finally revealed its sharp claws and teeth. This one hundred thousand-strong army was not like the tactics of Aurangzeb, who wandered around border villages. All along, the ambitious Kokand Khanate had been quite ruthless in its actions, striking directly at the land of Transoxiana, the water source of all Central Asia, the ancestral land: Bukhara!

Aurangzeb was a probe.

Alimu's Kokand Khanate was the real deal.

One hundred thousand iron cavalry, aggressive and menacing.

The Bukhara Khanate entered a state of national mobilization.

At the same time.

The Khiva Khanate also set out. The Kokand Khanate and the Khiva Khanate, these two Turkic nations, had themselves separated and become independent from the once-powerful Bukhara Khanate. The hatred between the three countries naturally needs no elaboration. Seeing the Kokand Khanate make a move, the Khiva Khanate naturally didn't mind getting involved.

The Safavid Dynasty, which had always had territorial disputes with Bukhara, saw this...

So, Aurangzeb didn't have designs on them after all?

Good heavens.

Bukhara is finished!

Attack!

The army of the Safavid Dynasty also began to change direction.

All of a sudden.

Bukhara once again became the target of everyone.

The Khan of Bukhara, Aziz, was about to cry.

Who did we offend to deserve this!

Can't we just live our lives in peace?

How did this war come so suddenly?

Is it still useful to go and suck up to the Longyan Dynasty at this time?

If I had known this would happen, why did I play so warmly with the Ottoman... Before a single letter for help could even be sent out, the Kokand Khanate had already breached a small city in Bukhara.

There was no time left.

Fortunately, the Bukhara Khanate itself had developed agriculture and a large population. And because it was located in a place fought over by all, it had never fallen behind in terms of military equipment. Although the Kokand Khanate and the Khiva Khanate had become independent, the current Bukhara still had an army of three hundred thousand. Honestly, if they were pulled out to clash, Bukhara was still not afraid.

The Putu Dynasty had not moved for the time being.

This allowed Bukhara to breathe a sigh of relief.

"What did you say? Hazi is lost?"

"Khan, Masang is also lost!"

Aziz, within a single day, didn't know how many times he had been angered to the point of fainting!

From all directions of Bukhara, the smoke of war rose simultaneously. The entire country followed suit in mobilization; combat troops, logistics units, and Militia teams began to rush across all of Bukhara.

But even so.

It was still not enough.

The rhythm set by the Kokand Khanate was enough to make Bukhara unable to attend to everything at once.

Of course.

As the culprit behind this chaotic struggle in Central Asia, the Kokand Khanate encountered the most intense resistance. The Kokand Khanate dispatched 100,000 troops, while Bukhara sent 150,000 directly! This also caused the Kokand Khanate, having just occupied a small town, to have it taken back by Bukhara very quickly.

The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce.

Alimu was about to vomit.

"Damn the Putu, why haven't they sent their troops yet!"

What happened to the plan to plot against Bukhara together?

What happened to the promise that as soon as he sent his troops, Qin Zhangfeng and the Putu Dynasty army would arrive! In the end, he had been fighting back and forth over a small town seven or eight times! This time, he had been beaten back again!

"Khan, watch out!"

A sharp arrow nearly struck his temple.

Elite cavalry charged, and fresh blood and remains were everywhere. Today's battle resulted in another loss of 3,000 men!

"Khan, we need to rest and reorganize..."

The generals under his command were all anxious.

Alimu roared: "Rest and reorganize? What rest! We've been fighting for so long, we can't even take a small town, and you have the nerve to ask for a rest? Keep attacking, keep attacking!"

He was the initiator of this chaos in Central Asia, yet after so long, he hadn't made any progress!

Isn't this a joke?

Where is he supposed to put his face?

"Yes!"

Alimu continued to roar: "Send a letter to the Putu, demand support, demand support! With such a good situation, what are they still waiting for!"

"Yes!"

Putu Wanggong.

The fragrance of wine permeated the air, and the sound of strings and bamboo instruments played incessantly.

"Hahahaha, General Qin, how is our Putu wine?"

Omar fawned over Qin Zhangfeng and even winked: "Our Putu beauties are..."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

Zheng Yueru glared at Omar.

Omar hurriedly laughed it off and shouted for the dancing to continue.

Zheng Yueru looked coldly at Qin Zhangfeng.

Qin Zhangfeng, however, kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, not even looking at her.

Zheng Yueru leaned in closer, gritting her teeth: "General Qin, don't you intend to give me an explanation?"

Qin Zhangfeng was so startled he nearly fell off his seat, then laughed heartily: "Yue Ru, this..."

"What is it that you must hide from me?"

Zheng Yueru was furious.

Qin Zhangfeng hurriedly lowered his head and whispered: "Yue Ru, this is the Master's intention..."

"What?"

Zheng Yueru was stunned for a moment.

She had always assumed this was designed by Liu Zheng.

She hadn't expected it to be Qingyang?

Qin Zhangfeng smiled bitterly: "The Young Master is far away in the land of Liaodong; even if he were truly a god descended to earth, I fear he could hardly attend to matters here."

Only then did Zheng Yueru let out a soft hum.

If Liu Zheng had orchestrated all this, making her suffer in the wild mountains and forests for over two months, she would certainly have cursed him as a scumbag. But since it was the Master's doing, she felt much more at ease.

The big picture!

The big picture is what matters!

If the Master designed it, there must be his reasons.

"Qin Dage, with this chaos in Central Asia, what arrangements does the Master have?"

Zheng Yueru asked in a low voice again.

Qin Zhangfeng smiled faintly: "The protagonist this time is not me."

Zheng Yueru's delicate body trembled.

"You mean..."

Qin Zhangfeng laughed: "It is that group of little ones; it is their training journey!"

"What?"

Zheng Yueru was dumbfounded.