The next day.
As agreed by both parties, Prince Chen Huai'an of Jin only led three thousand soldiers into the city.
The remaining 200,000 troops were stationed 30 li outside the Uyghur capital, Harabalgas, to avoid causing panic among the Uyghur people inside the city.
Therefore, Chen Huai'an decided to lead three thousand Ironclad Cavalry of Longcheng into the city to demonstrate the might of the Longcheng army.
The current Ironclad Cavalry of Longcheng, apart from the heavy armor worn by its soldiers and warhorses, still uses the spoils his father, Chen Polu, acquired outside Zhuxian Town.
The soldiers and warhorses were all summoned by the [Born to be an Emperor] system.
The soldiers are super elite combat soldiers who can fight ten men each;
The horse is a large, muscular warhorse, fed with high-quality feed.
It is no exaggeration to say that these three thousand Ironclad Cavalry of Dragon City could hold their own against a hundred thousand Western Region cavalry.
Therefore, Chen Huai'an was not worried at all that his three thousand soldiers entering the city would be a trap set for him by the Uyghur Khan Moyanchuo.
He's not like Wu Fengxian, that good-for-nothing, who would be stupid enough to travel a thousand miles to the city to get himself killed.
In fact, even if the mighty Khan Mo Yanchuo had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to set up a trap for Prince Chen Huai'an in the capital city of Halabalegas.
The theory of "capture the king first" doesn't work when applied to Prince Chen Huai'an of Jin and the army of Longcheng!
Noon.
The standard-equipped Longcheng Iron Pagoda, consisting of one rider and three horses, finally appeared outside the Uyghur capital, Harabalgas.
Prince Chen Huai'an of Jin, dressed in golden armor and with the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword at his waist, rode his horse at the very front of the army.
Behind them stood the eighteen riders of Dragon City, clad in silver armor and their faces veiled in black gauze. The long, sharp blades of the long-handled broadswords they held gleamed with a chilling light under the sunlight, inspiring fear in those who dared to approach them.
Next came Xiao Po, the commander of the Imperial Guard, and his hundred-plus Imperial Guard soldiers. Their heavy golden armor and forest of spears all demonstrated the ferocity of this Imperial Guard of Prince Jin.
Finally, there were the three thousand Dragon City Iron Cavalry led by General Lan Yu, General Pang Xianchu, and General Fan Wuji, the commander of the Dragon City Iron Cavalry.
The heavily armored Iron Pagoda, with its men and horses, undoubtedly exerted a great psychological pressure on the valiant Khan Moyanchuo, who personally came out of the city to greet them, as well as on the Uyghur soldiers on and off the city walls.
The three thousand iron-clad cavalrymen standing outside the city of Harabalgas resembled a movable black steel mountain, impenetrable even to sunlight, creating an oppressive atmosphere that made it hard to breathe.
This was merely the shock and pressure brought by the three thousand Ironclad Cavalry of Dragon City.
Mo Yanchuo couldn't even imagine what a terrifying and shocking scene it would be if Prince Chen Huai'an's 200,000 troops appeared at the foot of Harabalegas City.
At that moment, he was also glad that he had listened to the advice of the old prime minister Has and promptly negotiated peace and submitted to Prince Chen Huai'an of Jin.
Otherwise, the day the Longcheng army besieges the city will be the day the Uyghur Yaoluoge clan is destroyed.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Accompanied by the steady beat of drums, the deep and resonant sound of horns echoed from the battlements of the Uyghur capital, Harabalgas.
Immediately afterwards, one after another, scarlet flags bearing the character "Jin" and four-clawed yellow dragons were planted on the city walls by the Uyghur soldiers in an orderly fashion.
Together with the battle flag of the Uyghur Khanate, it flew above the city walls of Harabalgas, the capital of the Uyghurs.
"The auspicious time has arrived!"
At this moment, Prime Minister Has, dressed in traditional Uyghur attire and standing atop the city wall of Harabalgas, roared in a desolate voice:
"Send a letter of credence to Jin and establish friendly relations!"
No sooner had the words been spoken than the long blasts of drums and horns echoed once more from the city walls.
Moyanchuo, the mighty Khan of the Uyghur Khanate, personally presented a golden brocade scroll, bearing the written state document and the imperial seal, to Chen Huai'an, the Prince of Jin, who was standing on horseback beneath the capital of the Uyghur Khanate.
Mo Yanchuo, dressed in magnificent robes and wearing a crown, had a hint of sorrow and resentment that was not easily noticed on his sacred and solemn face, which flashed in his blue eyes.
He was only about thirty steps away from Chen Huai'an, and could reach him in the blink of an eye.
However, this distance of only thirty steps was the longest and most difficult stretch of road that Mo Yanchuo had ever walked in his life.
It was even longer than the distance he walked from the palace hall to the Khan's throne, which symbolized the supreme power and dignity of the Uyghur Khanate, when he ascended the throne.
Mo Yanchuo moved his legs with great difficulty, yet his determination was extraordinary.
Under the watchful eyes of the Uyghur Khanate subjects behind him, and before him, Prince Chen Huai'an of Jin and the Longcheng army, he finally walked step by step to stand before Chen Huai'an.
Then, he respectfully presented the brocade scroll inscribed with the imperial edict to Prince Chen Huai'an of Jin, who was still mounted on his horse, with both hands above his head.
Moyanchuo solemnly swore: "Your subject, Moyanchuo, the mighty Khan of the Uyghur Khanate, presents the letter of the Uyghur Kingdom to His Highness Prince Chen Huai'an of Jin!"
"From this day forward, the Uyghur Khanate formally submits to His Highness Prince Jin and acknowledges the dynasty to which His Highness Prince Jin is loyal as its suzerain state!"
"This letter of state shall be made in duplicate!"
"Your Majesty, Moyanchuo will establish a decree that any descendant of the Uyghur Yaoluoge clan who inherits the throne of Khan must abide by the contents of this letter of state and establish friendly relations with the Prince of Jin!"
"Anyone who disobeys this order shall be punished by everyone!"
With that, Mo Yanchuo lowered his head deeply, raised the letter of state in his hand once more, and said, "Your subject, Mo Yanchuo, humbly requests Your Highness Prince Jin to accept the letter of state!"
"From this day forward, by the grace of His Highness Prince Jin, the blessings will extend to the millions of people of the Uyghur Khanate!"
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Almost simultaneously, the prime minister Has, standing atop the walls of Harabalga, ordered the musicians on the walls to begin beating drums and blowing horns.
At this moment, Chen Huai'an, who was riding on horseback, finally nodded and took the letter of state from Mo Yanchuo's hand.
He declared with unparalleled arrogance, "Mo Yanchuo, I, the King, accept this letter of state!"
"From this day forward, the subjects of the Uyghur Khanate are also my subjects. I will treat the subjects of the Uyghur Khanate in the same way I treated the people of the Prince of Jin's fiefdom."
"If there is any famine, I will do my utmost to help."
"If war breaks out, I will send all my troops."
"I am willing to work together with my Uyghur subjects to build a better Western Region!"
"Long live the Prince of Jin! Long live the Prince of Jin! Long live the Prince of Jin!"
brush!
Upon hearing this, shouts of "Long live the Prince of Jin!" arose from all sides.
In the Longcheng army formation, the soldiers shouted in unison, "Long live the Prince of Jin!"
Inside and outside the ancient city of Halabalgas, Uyghur soldiers and civilians shouted "Long live the King of Jin!"
Even the mighty Khan Moyanchuo, standing in front of Chen Huai'an, moved his lips, struggling to shout the slogan "Long live the Prince of Jin".
But then he discovered that something seemed to be choking him, and he couldn't make a sound at all.
On the walls of Harabalgas, the defending soldiers were filled with joy at having escaped the tragedy of a massacre.
Completely unaware, an arrow had already been quietly aimed at Prince Chen Huai'an of Jin outside the city.
The one drawing her bow and nocking her arrow was none other than Princess Yue Qiluo of Bika, her face filled with resentment and her almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears.
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