Chapter 740: The Final Battle

The war situation in Central Asia.

Unrest everywhere.

The 300,000-strong army assembled in Bukhara began to move south mercilessly, pursuing the retreating Six-Nation Allied Forces. This southward advance finally allowed Bukhara to hold its head high; after being suppressed for so long, they could finally catch their breath and turn the tide! This strike was nothing short of a crushing blow.

After Aurangzeb died, these "Scattered Soldiers" who had lost their spiritual leader no longer had the heart to fight in Bukhara; they fled in total defeat, only wanting to reach the Mughal territory as soon as possible to join forces with the troops that had taken Gujarat.

With such a mindset, they were like stray dogs under the steamrolling pressure of the Bukhara army.

Aziz was blinded by bloodlust.

It had been too long.

He needed battles like this, victory after victory, to consolidate his rule over this kingdom.

In fact.

He was gambling.

He was gambling that the Ottoman army would finish off all those petty scoundrels within the Mughal territory; he was gambling that the Ottoman side would win.

Facts proved that the Ottoman army did not disappoint him.

One report of victory after another arrived, undoubtedly boosting the morale of the Bukhara army. Aziz became a bit conceited; not only did he lead the campaign in person, but this time he also took away all the troops except for the city garrisons. People are animals prone to arrogance, and at this moment, Aziz began to swell with pride.

He also wanted to join forces with the 300,000-strong Ottoman army.

And then, a 600,000-strong army began to sweep across all of Central Asia.

Boundless ambition!

The war situation in Central Asia showed signs of turning around.

On Zou Sheng's side, although the pressure was greatly reduced, he felt very anxious upon hearing that Zhai Shiqing was being beaten back step by step.

He still had confidence in Zhai Shiqing.

But after all, the opponent was the powerful Ottoman army.

Could the myth of the Sipahi Cavalry and the ferocity of the Imperial Guard be something a fledgling young general like Zhai Shiqing could handle? Not only was he doubting it, but others were also worried. All things considered, the war in Central Asia had already been going on for nearly half a year; no one expected that they, who had started with a string of victories, would end up with such a result.

A total mess.

War-weariness had already begun to appear in the army.

These people had all come from their own countries on a long-distance raid. After a long time, they naturally missed home.

The defeat was like a collapsing mountain.

Zou Sheng felt he needed to make a decision.

That day, he gathered all the generals from other countries and shared his thoughts.

Abandon the Caspian Sea and attack Bukhara!

Everyone was shocked; a few even lost their balance and fell off their chairs.

"General Zou, are you serious?"

"Bukhara..."

"Just relying on us? But we..."

People looked at each other in dismay.

The troops they had stationed at these ports on the Caspian Sea numbered only 50,000 in total!

50,000 people!

To attack Bukhara?

Have you lost your mind?

Zou Sheng nodded: "That's right, and speed is essential in war! From Hazha to Bukhara, it is a straight drive that only takes seven days! Gentlemen, the Bukhara army has already been gone for six days, which means that if we attack in the days after the day after tomorrow, they will be unable to return to rescue!"

"General Zou, absolutely not!"

"Bukhara still has at least 30,000 garrison troops at this time, and they have the advantage of defending the city!"

"General Zou, absolutely not! Our manpower is definitely not enough!"

The whole group was going crazy.

This Zou Sheng and this Zhai Shiqing, these two young men from Longyan, how could they be crazier than each other! They probably didn't come from the Liangzhou Military Academy, but from the Liangzhou Asylum!

Zou Sheng, however, looked firm: "We must go! This is our only chance!"

"Notify the Putu Kingdom immediately and seek support!"

"We set off at once!"

"Join forces with the Putu army under the walls of Bukhara!"

Everyone gasped.

But on second thought, this was indeed a good opportunity for them to take Bukhara!

Look at the current situation in Central Asia.

Zhai Shiqing's 100,000-plus army was in a standoff with the Ottoman army; although they were in a precarious position, there were still over 100,000 troops behind them rushing to reinforce. This was also the reason why Aziz was going crazy trying to pursue these people. Once they successfully joined forces with Zhai Shiqing's troops, it would bring a great impact to the Ottoman army.

While he was gambling, he also had no other Method.

Bukhara was empty at this time, and they had to have designs on it. Plus, the Putu Kingdom still had many troops stationed; although it would take some time to get here, it would be enough if they could put pressure on Bukhara!

History proved that the war situation in Central Asia at this time was indeed controlled by these two young men from Longyan, who held all the initiative.

This decision by Zou Sheng became the key to this battle.

Because he did not expect that his preemptive strike would bring him not only the 100,000-strong army of the Putu Kingdom, but also the 300,000-strong mighty force of the Western Regions Construction Corps!

Brother Sheng is a man of the world; he is ruthless and speaks little.

He immediately mustered 50,000 troops, with provisions and supplies following, and the troops moving first.

At the same time, a message by carrier pigeon flew toward Putu.

Omar's 100,000-strong army was actually already prepared; he was just waiting for the arrival of Ling Chen's army. When he received the request for help from Zou Sheng, he first glanced at Qin Zhangfeng.

Qin Zhangfeng gave a faint smile.

Omar understood what he meant right then and there.

March!

Central Asia became bustling once again.

And the most critical decisive battle was also still underway.

This plain was currently wreathed in the flames of war, with wreckage scattered everywhere. High-spirited, tragic, heroic, and bloody.

The Ottoman army was once again neat and uniform; fully armed, they were high in morale and murderous in intent.

They were waiting.

Waiting for these weaklings before them to make their fifth charge.

The Liangzhou Cavalry on this side, however, appeared somewhat loose; just in terms of momentum, they had already lost a fraction. Yet, the Liangzhou soldiers were likewise accustomed to obeying orders and prohibitions. They were also waiting, waiting for the order for this charge.

This time, the one directly in command was Zhai Shiqing.

She leaped up from her War Horse and landed beside that massive war drum. The long robe she wore rose with the wind, and she picked up two drumsticks from the side.

Boom, boom, boom!

The Liangzhou Cavalry straightened their bodies.

Boom, boom, boom.

The east wind blows, the war drums beat.

That drum sound that struck straight at the heart seemed to be mourning the brothers who had died before, and also seemed to be seeing off the soldiers participating in this charge.

The wind blows mournfully, the Yi River is cold; the hero goes forth, never to return.

Everyone's eyes became filled with tragic heroism.

However.

For the glory of Liangzhou.

For the entire war situation.

For General Zhai, who is with them, walking alongside the war chariots, and beating the drums for them!

Who fears death?

Who would fear death?

"Sharpening swords in the Gobi desert!"

"Sharpening swords in the Gobi desert!"

"Dancing with vigor, the might of the west!"

"Dancing with vigor, the might of the west!"

"On the battlefield, the soldiers' spirit is spent!"

"Looking down upon the firmament, a heart to serve the country!"

"Advance!"

"March forward!"

"Advance, march forward!"

"We are an invincible long-tasseled spear of the desert!"

One person began to sing.

And then, like a single spark, it ignited the passion of the entire field.

Two people...

Three people...

Everyone, even the soldiers from other countries who had joined in later, followed along and hummed.

The majestic and grand Liangzhou Army song!

For the first time, it resounded across the battlefield of Central Asia!

Many people were moved by it.

Including the generals of the Six-Nation Allied Forces.

Including Erdogan, who was waiting for this bunch of people to come over and die.

Is this the Liangzhou Army?

Regardless of what their combat effectiveness actually is, this soldierly character of not fearing life or death alone is worthy of everyone's respect.

The War Horses on the Ottoman side had already been made restless by this singing, lowering their heads and stamping their hooves.

Yet, atmosphere can be infectious.

But the true battlefield still depends on hard power.

It seemed everyone had a premonition that this great battle would be decided in this fifth charge.

Because the Liangzhou Cavalry could no longer afford any more attrition.

The Ottoman army also did not intend to continue the attrition.

Everyone hoped to decide the outcome in one battle.

"All troops, prepare!"

Erdogan shouted angrily.

The Sipahi Cavalry simultaneously raised the Mace in their hands.

Zhai Shiqing's war drum did not stop.

At the same time, she also shouted loudly: "All troops, charge!"