Southern Ming Rebel Army

Chapter 658: The Battle of Moxi (3)

Andre listened carefully to Bogdan's words. Although Bogdan's understanding of the Qian Dynasty had many errors and omissions, Andre still gained a lot of information from it.

After telling Andrei all the information he knew, Bogdan sighed and said, "The Qian Dynasty is expanding faster and faster, and the Far East is too far away from Moscow. If the Dzungar Khanate is also destroyed by the Qian Dynasty, not only will Siberia be threatened by the Qian Dynasty, but even the hinterland will be exposed to the Qian Dynasty's military force."

From a geopolitical perspective, once a real war breaks out between Russia and the Qian Dynasty, Central Asia will be of vital importance to both sides. For the sake of their own interests, Russia will never want Dzungar to fall.

Two days later, Andrei's troops finally arrived outside the Dzungar Khanate, and Sengge and others stood outside the camp to personally welcome the reinforcements of the Rakshasa.

Andrei and Bogdan saw Sengge and others from a distance, then dismounted and came over with a group of officers.

Bogdan heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this. Fortunately, they were still in time and could still catch up with the battle. As soon as they met, Bogdan said to Sengge, "Great Khan, are we not late?"

Sengge laughed and said, "It's not too late, it's not too late, let's go, I've hosted a banquet for you, let's drink and talk at the same time."

Sengge once again held a banquet to entertain Andrei and a group of Rakshasa officers. While there was laughter and joy in the Dzungar Khanate's court, in a stable, there was a man squatting quietly in a haystack, not daring to make any sound.

This person was Muhara. At this moment, Muhara was in a very miserable state, even more miserable than when he escaped from Turpan City.

He curled up in the haystack, not even daring to breathe freely, listening to the patrol team holding torches, the sound of their boots crushing the dry grass, getting closer and closer, Muhara nervously dug his fingertips into his palms.

Sengge whipped Muhalla dozens of times that day and intended to kill him. However, when he heard that Bogdan had arrived, he forgot to deal with Muhalla for a moment, and luckily Muhalla escaped.

But Muhalla knew clearly that Sengge looked at him no differently than an ant, and that he was still alive simply because Sengge had not taken care of him, or had temporarily forgotten about him. But as soon as he remembered, that would be the day of his death.

Muhalla was unwilling to die like this. If he died in Turpan City, it would be an honorable, dignified and respected death. But if he died at the hands of Sengge, his death would be meaningless and even bring infamy.

Therefore, Muhalla took advantage of the guards' negligence during the banquet and escaped from the tent where he was imprisoned.

Muhala knew clearly that if he wanted to escape, he would be unable to move on the grassland without a horse. Therefore, he stole a piece of clothing from a herdsman to cover up his torn Yarkand clothing.

Muhalla heaved a sigh of relief after the patrol left, but he knew that it was not the right time for him to be safe, as the news of his escape might have already reached Sengge's ears.

Muhalla peered through the gap in the haystack and observed a chestnut horse paddling its front hooves in annoyance at a hitching post not far away. This was the warhorse Muhalla had chosen for himself, and it was the key to his escape.

Muhara took a deep breath, suppressed his inner fear, and slowly crawled out of the haystack. He crouched and carefully approached the chestnut horse. He was extremely cautious, fearing that the noise would attract the patrol.

Soon, he came to the hitching post, and Muhala gently stroked the chestnut horse's neck, trying to calm it down, and quickly untied the reins. The chestnut horse seemed to sense his nervousness and shook its head uneasily. Muhala whispered to comfort it and climbed on the horse.

Just as he sat firmly, the chestnut horse suddenly neighed and raised its front hooves high. Muhalla was startled and hurriedly pulled the reins tightly, squeezed the horse's belly, and drove the horse forward.

The soldiers guarding the camp heard the noise and shouted, "Someone is stealing horses! Catch him!"

Muhalla lay on the horse's back and whipped it hard. The chestnut horse rushed out like an arrow. Although some people mounted their horses and tried to catch up, most people were still immersed in the banquet.

Soon, Muhara broke through the defense line of the camp and disappeared into the night. He did not dare to stop for a moment and let his chestnut horse gallop towards the east. The wind whistled past his ears. There was only one word in Muhara's mind: escape!

After running for an unknown amount of time, the chestnut horse gradually slowed down, and Muhalla was exhausted and panting, but he did not dare to relax at all. He still looked back vigilantly, listening carefully to see if there was any sound of horse hooves behind him.

After a while, Muhalla got off the horse tiredly and collapsed to the ground, but he still held the reins tightly in his hands. After escaping the life-and-death crisis, Muhalla had time to think about what to do next.

The last time he escaped from Turpan, there were dozens of people around him, so if there was anything, they could at least discuss it with them. But this time, he was left alone.

Muhara looked at the bright moonlight and suddenly felt sad. The world was so big, but he had nowhere to go.

He didn't dare go back to Yarkand, and he had escaped from Dzungar with great difficulty. Muhalla looked towards the east for a long time before he sighed. It seemed that joining the Qian Dynasty was his only choice.

Then Muhalla cheered up, endured the hunger, led the horse to an area with richer grass, let it eat a few bites, and after it had rested enough, he mounted the horse and galloped at a steady speed towards the east.

Just as the sky was getting light, the sound of horse hooves suddenly appeared in front, which made Muhara's heart tighten. He subconsciously tightened the reins. The people on the opposite side obviously saw Muhara as well, and they picked up bows and arrows, swords and guns, and were on high alert.

Muharah was very clear about the armor on the opposite side. It was the style of the Qian Army. Muharah felt relieved. In order to avoid misunderstanding, Muharah took the initiative to dismount and raised his hands to show that he had no weapons.

When the Qian army scouts approached, Muhalla shouted: "I escaped from the Junggar Khanate, and I have important information to report to your commander-in-chief!"

The Qian army scouts looked at each other and could not understand what he was saying at all. The language of Yarkand was very different from Mongolian, not to mention that these scouts only knew some simple Mongolian.

Seeing Muhalla talking nonstop, one of them said to his companions, "Take him away. There must be someone in the camp who can understand." After that, he took Muhalla and rushed towards the Qian army camp.

When Muhalla escaped, Sengge also heard the news of Muhalla's escape. Sengge didn't care about it at all. For Sengge, whether a coward who was greedy for life and afraid of death was dead or alive was not worth his concern at all!