OBS Chapter 1091 Why was your esteemed envoy so arrogant before and so respectful now?
Chapter 1091 Why was your esteemed envoy so arrogant before and so respectful now?
Manlahafis's voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't too quiet either.
Zhu Biao curled his lip and said, "Are you planning to freeload?"
Yang Shaofeng raised an eyebrow, his face full of strangeness, and said, "It's a good thing he didn't say anything more disgusting, otherwise I would have suspected they were just trying to scam us out of food..."
Before he could finish speaking, a small flag bearer in charge of command shouted, "Ready! Fire!"
Immediately afterwards, the foremost cannon fired with a loud "boom," sending the shell out of its barrel. The enormous shock of the firing made everyone present sway slightly, and their ears ring.
Yang Shaofeng spat directly, but the first soldier to open the door stretched out his arm again, using his thumb to measure the landing point of the shell, and then grabbed the small red flag next to him and waved it back and forth.
Damn it, I told you there aren't many good people coming from Ningyang County.
These bastards started firing before I could even finish speaking!
Yang Shaofeng complained inwardly, while the sergeants in charge of operating the cannons readjusted the angle of the cannon barrels. Someone pried open the wooden crates and took out shell after shell. The commander in charge of directing the entire artillery position waved the red and green flags in his hand and directed the artillery soldiers.
Zhu Biao turned his head and looked at Mosiha and Manlahafis.
Mosha and Manlahafis were startled when the first cannon shot rang out.
The sound is wrong.
The sound of the shells cutting through the air was also wrong.
It's even more suspicious that the shells traveled nearly six miles.
Even more deadly were the flashes and thick smoke rising from the impact points of the shells.
Is that a cannon?
But Mosha and Manlahafis quickly forgot their shock.
Because the first ten cannons, after adjusting their angles, began their first salvo.
The impact point was not exactly six miles away, but a closer four miles away.
However, the ten cannons in the second row extended the impact point forward by about half a mile.
After all sixty cannons in the six columns had fired, all that remained in Mosha and Manlahafis's minds was the sound of cannons booming, accompanied by the faint whistling of shells and distant explosions.
Mosha and Manlahafis looked at each other, their legs trembling. The artillery commander in charge raised his flag once again, and the sixty cannons fired six rounds of salvo.
This salvo was even more deadly—after the ten cannons in the first rank had fired, the impact point of the shells from the ten cannons in the sixth rank actually advanced half a mile forward from the impact point of the sixth rank cannons, and the second rank did the same, advancing half a mile forward again.
Mosha and Manlahafis watched helplessly as the small hill in the distance was completely leveled.
What Mosha and Manlahafis found even more unacceptable was the three hundred heavily armored cavalry and three hundred light cavalry that Yang Shaofeng brought.
As we all know, horses are very intelligent animals, and when faced with fire and loud noise, they will instinctively choose to run away.
When the firelight is too bright or the noise is too loud, the horses will panic and run away without thinking, which is commonly known as being "startled".
To get warhorses to charge into battle amidst deadly dangers like fire and arrows, you either need years of training to gradually acclimatize them to the light and noise, or you simply have to deafen them.
The six hundred warhorses brought by Yang Shaofeng were not deafened by the piercing.
Both Mosiha and Manlahafis, who spent their lives on horseback and camelback, could see this.
However, it was precisely because the two of them could see it that they were even more terrified.
Faced with the enormous noise, the pungent smell of gunpowder, and the flashes of the shells as they left the cannons, the six hundred warhorses that Yang Shaofeng brought only moved their hooves uneasily, showing no sign of being frightened and running away!
How long must it have taken to train these warhorses?
Or to put it more directly, the value of such an excellent warhorse cannot be measured in silver coins!
You can't find such a fine warhorse anywhere else in the entire Timurid Khanate!
Yang Shaofeng also turned his head to look at the distraught Mosiha and Manlahafis.
Come on, if you have the guts, say to my face, "My sword has never been dull."
If you dare to speak up, I will acknowledge that you two are men of honor!
Mosha and Manlahafis exchanged a bitter glance.
What's the problem with the Ming Dynasty and the Khanate being separated by thousands of miles?
No.
Traveling by land may be difficult, but traveling by sea is much easier.
Malahafis had read books from the Central Plains and knew that Southerners were skilled at boating.
Not to mention that Manlahafis and Mosha had personally witnessed the massive fleet that blotted out the sky outside Ningbo Port.
The line between a fleet used for trade and a fleet used for war is actually quite blurred.
Once distance was no longer a problem for the Ming people, what other methods did the Khanate have to deal with the Ming army?
To level the small hill opposite, the Khanate needed tens of thousands of people and spent several days and nights digging and chiseling.
And what about the people of the Ming Dynasty?
With just round after round of artillery barrage, the hill on the opposite side completely disappeared.
Mosha opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything.
Manlahafis was even more of a bachelor than Mosha.
Upon realizing that the Khanate was no match for the Ming Dynasty, Manlahafis immediately bowed to Zhu Biao and Yang Shaofeng, saying, "Your subject..."
After saying just two words, Manlahafis looked at his hands with a blank expression, and then reached out to touch his ears.
I'm talking to myself, but I can't hear anything.
Yang Shaofeng glanced at Manlahafis again, chuckled, and then winked at Zhu Biao. The two of them then mounted their horses and led six hundred cavalrymen away.
Watching Yang Shaofeng and Zhu Biao's departing figures, Manlahafis could only grit his teeth helplessly and tug at Mosiha, signaling him to follow.
……
Not long after Yang Shaofeng and Zhu Biao returned to the Prince Consort's residence with six hundred cavalry, Mosiha and Manlahafis followed them back.
Unlike when he first met Yang Shaofeng, Manlahafis now seemed to know the etiquette of the Central Plains very well—first straightening his clothes, then stretching out his hands, crossing them, and bowing deeply.
"This humble subject is ignorant of the majesty of the Great Ming Dynasty and has spoken recklessly. I hope Your Highness and the Prince Consort will forgive me."
He went from being an envoy to a foreign official, and from being the Imperial Son-in-Law Yang to being the Imperial Son-in-Law.
Yang Shaofeng chuckled, "Why was your esteemed envoy so arrogant before and so obsequious now? It's laughable."
Manlahafis's expression changed, and he suppressed his frustration, bowed again, and said, "If I can make Your Highness and the Prince Consort smile, then this trip will not have been in vain."
Yang Shaofeng's smile gradually faded, and he stared at Manlahafis for a long while before saying in a deep voice, "What are your plans for tomorrow's pilgrimage?"