Chapter 713: Anxious Ling Chen

The Caspian Sea Battle directly influenced the war situation across the entire Central Asia.

Upon hearing this news, the Putu Kingdom, Mughal, Kokand Khanate, as well as the Khiva Khanate, Savi Dynasty, and the Longyan Army, the Six-Nation Allied Forces, were all invigorated, their morale soaring.

The Bukharan Khanate, however, began to fall into a desperate situation.

But Aziz did not sit and wait for death.

The previous strategic policy was to shorten the battle lines and wait for reinforcements from the Ottoman Empire. After being intercepted in the Caspian Sea, Aziz immediately ordered the main force to strike! To meet the invading armies coming from all directions head-on! To lengthen the battle lines! Utilizing Bukhara's familiarity and understanding of the terrain, and utilizing the anti-war sentiment of the domestic populace, he sought to hold off these Six-Nation Allied Forces as much as possible on the outskirts of Bukhara.

Thus, the intense flames of war were ignited once again.

For Bukhara to have stood firm for so many years in a place like Transoxiana, a land of four battles, it certainly possessed real strength.

And it was very strong.

Whether it was military power or logistical support capability, at this moment, the advantage of fighting on home turf was highlighted.

The four-hundred-thousand-strong army began a fierce counterattack, and at the beginning, it caused some trouble for the Six-Nation Allied Forces.

After all, they were on a long-distance raid, and they were not familiar with the climate and environment. The progress of the Six-Nation Allied Forces entered a state of stalemate.

They would attack, and be beaten back.

They would attack, and be beaten back again. These people from Bukhara naturally had very methodical ways of fighting. Various flank attacks and circling to the rear to burn grain. To a large extent, this brought great impact to the logistical support of the Six-Nation Allied Forces.

"Where is the grain!"

"Where is our grain!"

"Damn it, without food, how do you expect me to fight, how!"

Bang!

On the front lines, a town.

This was already the Mughal Empire's seventh attack on this town!

Cannon fire filled the sky, dust flew. Blood flowed like a river, wreckage was everywhere.

A general of Mughal had a very ugly expression at this time, roaring at someone beside him.

"General, this..."

"General, we are already accelerating the dispatch! The King told us to hold on for a while longer..."

"Hold on, hold on my ass! The brothers haven't eaten for two days, all they've had is river water, how do we hold on, you tell me how we hold on!"

Boom!

As soon as these words were spoken, a cannonball flew over, and the makeshift command center he had just set up was blasted into slag just like that.

"Damn it!"

Fortunately, he dodged in time, otherwise, this general would have been blown to death!

"General... I heard that over at the Savi Dynasty, they have endless grain..."

A subordinate beside him said with a sinister tone.

Upon hearing this, many people's minds became active.

"General, these Savi bastards, they don't put in any effort when fighting, but they eat and drink the best afterwards!"

"Exactly! They are too despicable!"

"Just for this crappy place, we have already lost nearly ten thousand brothers!"

A group of people started shouting.

The general's face turned black.

Isn't that exactly how it is? What Savi Dynasty, the people who came are cunning as ghosts! Every day they go through the motions without putting in effort, going up to shout a bit and then retreating. They don't listen to the orders of him, the commander-in-chief, at all! And most importantly, their grain is endless, eating big fish and meat every day!

And his side?

They didn't even have Nang Bread left!

The gap.

This is the gap!

On the battlefield, it is very easy for people to get red-eyed.

Especially when the war situation is suffering from disadvantages.

"General, we must think of a Method!"

"General, if we don't think of a Method, we are going to starve to death!"

The general kept a cold face: "Then what do you mean?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"Go borrow some!"

Borrow?

At a time like this, to put it nicely, this is borrowing; in reality, this is equivalent to robbing.

But.

In this situation, if you don't rob, what else can you do?

Western Regions Protectorate.

Ling Chen woke up early this morning, because today, Yanqi would welcome three thousand soldiers from Liangzhou. These three thousand soldiers, led by Jiang Xuan, intended to head to the Central Asia battlefield.

Ling Chen was somewhat expectant today.

As the current supreme commander of the Western Regions, he knew that the Special Forces recently trained by Jiang Xuan, named "Dark Night," had cost the Viscount quite a lot of money; they could be considered armed to the teeth!

And when these three thousand Special Forces appeared in Yanqi City, they certainly did not disappoint.

Uniform and orderly!

Filled with killing intent!

Although there were only three thousand of them, when they appeared here, every soldier who came to greet them felt a chill of fear. Even the prized horse from Dayuan that Ling Chen sat upon felt a trace of unease.

These three thousand men wore dark green military uniforms, their gazes incomparably resolute.

Three thousand men!

Worthy of one hundred thousand mighty lions!

This was the feeling that welled up in Ling Chen's heart the moment he saw them.

"General Jiang, I trust you have been well! You have endured the hardships of travel on this journey; please, come in quickly and have a good rest!"

Ling Chen dismounted and cupped his hands in greeting.

Jiang Xuan also laughed heartily: "Viscount Ling is too kind. I am under military orders and dare not stay long."

But a basic rest was still necessary.

The two walked in arm-in-arm, and those three thousand Special Forces were also led away to rest.

Ling Chen looked at Jiang Xuan and smiled: "I truly envy you all, being able to go to Central Asia to have some fun. Central Asia is quite interesting right now..."

He sighed.

Ling Chen was himself a person with a rather extreme personality, and could even be called a warmonger.

Yet this time, he had not received orders to reinforce Central Asia, which left him feeling very depressed.

The three hundred thousand-strong army under his command!

This was no laughing matter!

Three hundred thousand iron cavalry—once they entered Central Asia, they would surely be a force capable of swaying the outcome of the war!

Of course, he also understood the Young Master's painstaking efforts.

Training troops!

Rather than calling it training troops, it was better to call it training generals!

The Central Asian theater of war was for training those young generals who had just graduated from the Military Academy.

Therefore, Ling Chen could only suppress the impulse in his heart.

The two took their seats, and Jiang Xuan then took off his military jacket and laughed along: "Viscount Ling's earnest heart to serve the country is surely known to the Young Master. It is just that the Young Master is far away in Liaodong and does not know the situation on the Central Asian battlefield. However..."

Ling Chen's eyes lit up: "However what?"

Jiang Xuan smiled mysteriously on purpose and said nothing.

Ling Chen was so anxious he nearly jumped up: "Quick, quick, quick, bring the roasted meat to General Jiang!"

Only then did Jiang Xuan laugh heartily: "However... the Master asked me to bring a message to Viscount Ling..."

The Master?

Qingyang Shuo?

Ling Chen's face was filled with excitement.

Jiang Xuan said calmly: "The Master said that the only ones who can bring the Central Asian war to a close are the Western Regions Army, and only Viscount Ling!"

"What?"

Ling Chen was wild with joy upon hearing this.

It seemed he still had a chance to join this war?

Excellent!

His great saber had long been impatient!