Chapter 844: Turmoil of War

From the initial violent and bloody expansion, competing for land.

To now, violent and bloody suppression, this seems to be a change that happened overnight.

The Cowboy era, filled with romanticism, was thus ended in an instant.

Chickens flying and dogs jumping.

Corpses strewn across the fields.

Those armed gangs that did not change their strategies in time along with Niu Chaofeng, how could they be the opponents of the regular army?

One gang after another began to be wiped out, and then their land was divided up by others once again.

At this moment.

People finally realized how wise Niu Chaofeng's submission was.

He also successfully became a person who struggled from the bottom to become a great landowner, and then successfully washed his hands clean. All the wealth he had plundered was converted into farm tools, machinery, seeds, and fertilizer, all used to hire farmers, Tenant Farmers, and to dig irrigation canals.

Of course, more importantly, one must follow the government.

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Only by following Vice Minister Liu can one have meat to eat!

People only realized at this time.

How important foresight is.

In short.

The second day of the second lunar month, the dragon raises its head.

Vice Minister Liu's expectation for Liaodong, as well as his work focus, was to reclaim wasteland, reclaim wasteland, and reclaim wasteland.

If you insist on engaging in fighting and killing, what are you waiting for if not death?

For a moment.

The vast land of Liaodong was busy with spring plowing.

Afterwards, it was the entire Longyan land, the beginning of spring.

The wasteland reclamation work in Liaodong officially unfolded.

The language barrier was his biggest obstacle here over these past few months.

"Over here, over here!"

Xie Fang looked at the indigenous army of Java Island before him with a bewildered expression.

They understood gestures.

Moreover, there was a translator by his side.

Watching this group of natives still unable to understand his commands, he was so anxious he could jump.

Fortunately.

Xie Fang looked at her with complex eyes.

Black Princess, black pearl.

That's right.

It was the indigenous Black Princess by Xie Fang's side, whose belly already had a slight bulge.

Endure!

Bear the humiliation and carry the burden!

What kind of sin have I committed!

She is already pregnant!

Actually, after looking for a long time, he discovered that his wife was actually quite beautiful; it was just that her skin was a bit dark. If it were as fair as jade, she would certainly be a Beauty who could topple cities and countries. After all, being the daughter of a chieftain was no joke; the innate noble air was still there.

Consequently.

At this moment, he remembered.

Forget it.

But.

More importantly, it was still about bearing humiliation and carrying the burden!

The look in his eyes as he watched his wife also became a bit gentler.

"Continue training!"

Fight back!

As for where to fight back to, he had not yet decided. But at least, he had to put on the appearance of a king returning, right?

The dark skin, astonishing explosive power, and combat strength of these natives were what he needed at this time!

He would train them, and then fight back!

As the Longyan Crown Prince, he could be considered to have been forced to read many books; any casual Art of War he brought out could make these fellows who had never seen the world feel incredibly amazed.

Our black pearl was also on the side at this time, touching her belly, looking at her husband, the look in her eyes was so gentle.

Train!

Continue training!

How much like a real man.

He would definitely lead his tribe toward glory.

Look at him.

How handsome.

The East India Company's conquest of the Safavid Dynasty also finally began.

Many people knew that this general from Longyan's Liangzhou could not stay idle, but no one expected that his next target was not the weak Khiva Khanate, but the seemingly powerful Savi Dynasty!

And in Central Asia.

After all, the troops Ling Chen brought this time only numbered three hundred thousand, and quite a few were lost in the previous wars. But it was no matter; the lackey Putu Kingdom sent one hundred thousand troops immediately, and those governors in India also sent one hundred thousand troops.

Equipped with advanced weapons produced in Yintan City, the combat effectiveness of these men also rose sharply.

The three hundred thousand mixed troops from East India, during their two-month march, had already begun shelling the first city of the Safavid Dynasty.

Why is it called a mixed-formation army?

It was almost like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.

Everyone in Central Asia was shocked at this moment.

The Safavid Dynasty was already riddled with holes internally; how could they be a match for this East India army?

Crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.

Ling Chen's troops were capturing cities and seizing strongholds with extreme speed.

"Where have they reached? Where have they reached?"

They had thought that the Safavid Dynasty might not be a match for the East India Company, but they never expected them to be so useless.

Losing city after city.

He was roaring like a madman.

Someone replied: "Your Majesty, the Longyan Army has already taken ten major towns of the Safavid."

The one asking this was not the king of the Safavid Dynasty.

It was the Ottoman Sultan, Mustafa.

The war had only been going on for less than two months, and this Safavid Dynasty had already lost ten cities?

"Trash! They are all a bunch of trash!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole hall was in an uproar.

Ten?

"What to do, who can tell me what to do? I don't want to see this bunch of Longyan troops lingering on the borders of my Empire! I don't want to, and I won't allow it!"

Although Mustafa had no real power and suffered from madness, he also understood the principle of lips and teeth.

Mustafa's face turned livid.

The others also looked at each other in dismay.

Mustafa looked expectantly at the Grand Vizier, Ahmed.

Ahmed stroked his large beard and said indifferently: "Your Majesty, this time the Longyan Army has come aggressively, and it is very likely that they are putting pressure on us, the Ottoman. If this Safavid Dynasty really falls into their hands, they will be able to plot against us."

If the Safavid Dynasty falls into the hands of East India...

Then the Empire and this Longyan Army will have no buffer zone left!

Erdogan finally stood out: "Father, I am willing to lead three hundred thousand troops to enter the Safavid from Tatvan; conservatively estimated, I can at least seize half the land of the Savi Dynasty!"

This suggestion was clearly approved by many.

Others echoed him one after another.

Mustafa's expression changed drastically: "Then what to do, what to do about this?"

Besides, we and the Safavid Dynasty are already sworn enemies.

Why not kick them while they are down?

That's right.

The Longyan Army is coming so aggressively, we cannot sit and wait for death!

War.

Only war.

Damn it!

The current Ottoman Empire had constant conflicts between the Janissary and the Sipahi, and even bloody incidents had occurred. The Ottoman high command was already sick of it; they needed an outlet to resolve these internal contradictions.

The Safavid Dynasty was already overwhelmed at this moment; if the Ottoman sent troops, it would certainly make them unable to attend to everything at once.

An order was issued.

After two consecutive major defeats, the Ottoman also needed to re-establish the prestige of their great nation; they were in urgent need of a great victory.

Persimmons, of course, should be picked by the softest ones.

They were truly about to cry.

Who had they offended to deserve this?

Erdogan would lead three hundred thousand Janissary to rush to the Safavid battlefield.

Now, the Safavid Dynasty.

"All of you, move aside!"

"We are not responsible if you get hit!"

"Move aside, move aside!"

Ling Chen, wearing a headscarf and keeping his head low, pulled his horse to the side amidst this chaos.

The arrogant and despotic general had originally wanted to come over and forcibly requisition Ling Chen's horses, but when they saw it was a Longyan caravan, they hesitated and left.

The Ottoman had once again entered a state of war tension; every city was like this.

Including Mosul.

"Quick, quick, quick!"

"The Empire is on an expedition, act as you see fit! It is your honor to have your livestock requisitioned; if there is any more resistance, kill!"

"Kill!"

Crying, shouting, begging for mercy, the sound of horse hooves, and the sound of killing rose and fell one after another.

Ling Chen lowered his head, led his horse, and continued walking forward.