The Sun and the Lion

The death of Shaibani Khan meant the official end of the battle. There were no more Uzbeks on the plains to resist. Most of the Safavid troops began to clean the battlefield and collect loot. Only Ismail, who was not satisfied, continued to pursue the defeated troops. .

News of the Great Khan's defeat and death soon spread to the siege camp. The sultans who stayed here were shocked. They didn't even want the belongings in the camp. All the Uzbeks scrambled to flee north back to Tashkent. Dare to stay in the river for one more day.

The Safavid soldiers pursued them for several miles and captured many slower runners. Shaibani Khan's relatives were all safe and basically out of danger.

Ismail dragged the body of Shaibani Khan back to Ibrahim: "Brother, he is Muhammad Shaibani, the Khan of others. Under the protection of Huda, he and his relatives The soldiers and servants all died in the narrow enclosure."

Seeing that Mirza had achieved great success in killing the enemy chieftain, Ibrahim couldn't help but be happy. With two military merits, Ismail was familiar enough with commanding the army in battle, and he also had a certain reputation in the court. He could consider letting him He led the army alone and presided over important battles.

"Tsk, the moon is other people's sweat. Your noble bloodline has not saved you from death." Ibrahim looked at the panic look on the corpse's face and mocked loudly.

He then ordered: "Cut off his head and make the skull into a wine vessel commensurate with my status. Fill the skin of the head with straw and sew it back to the torso. At the same time, the internal organs are hollowed out, drained of blood, and filled with straw and quicklime."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The professional team immediately dragged away Shaibani Khan's body and prepared to dispose of it in accordance with the order of the King of Kings.

At this time, the city gate of Samarkand opened wide, and a group of riders poured out. The leader looked distinguished. At Ibrahim's signal, the palace guards released the group of riders in front of him.

"Your Majesty, the leader is Babur, the emir of Hezhong and Fergana, a descendant of Timur." The guard on the side pointed out to Ibrahim, and he nodded to express understanding.

"May Allah bless you. Hello, I am the emir of the river, Zahiruddin Muhammad Babur. I have come to visit the commander-in-chief of your army to express my gratitude to the savior."

The guard on the side introduced Babur at the signal: "Dear Emir, the two people in front of you are the noble King of Kings of Iran Ibrahim bin Haidar, and the other is It is the Honorable Mirza Ismail bin Haidar.”

When Babur saw the two brothers in front of him, he saluted and thanked them on the spot: "Thank you for your timely rescue of us, for repelling these barbarians, and for maintaining peace and prosperity in the river."

He was not completely unfamiliar with the Safavids. When talking to him, the commander of the reinforcements, Gaurabeli, revealed a lot of basic information about the Safavid dynasty. This allowed him to know that Ibrahim’s financial and military resources were He is unreachable.

This also made Babur feel jealous privately. The King of Kings in front of him was only four years older than him. Although they were both young entrepreneurs, Ibrahim was able to inherit a better legacy from his father's generation and was able to create a series of products that he could not Achieving miracles and establishing a foundation that in his opinion can be compared with that of his ancestors. But he could only spend his life trapped in the river and Fergana in confusion. Recovering the inheritance of his ancestors was like a dream to him.

"Allah, please forgive my jealousy." Babur tried his best to suppress these negative emotions.

Ibrahim, who saw nothing strange, followed Babur's answer and continued: "I am here to restore order. Expelling these barbarians is just an obligation to maintain justice."

Babur was not too polite, and immediately welcomed all the distinguished guests into the city, and arranged a temporary banquet to entertain the benefactors.

On the first day after entering the city, the two sides did not discuss any substantive topics, and Ibrahim did not stay overnight in the city. Instead, he rejected Babur's invitation one after another and rested in a camp outside the city.

At this time, the statistical work on the day's battles was basically completed, and the report was placed on the table in the camp tent for Ibrahim to look through slowly.

The Uzbek army invested a total of about 35,000 troops in this battle. The total number of corpses and prisoners on the battlefield was 18,000, of which more than one-third can be determined to have been added during the pursuit.

In contrast, despite the hard fighting, the Safavid army's losses were not very tragic, with a total of about 6,000 casualties, most of which were red heads who entered the battle in the early stages of the battle, as well as firearms units that were lost due to operational errors and accidents.

There was a large amount of loot captured, the most valuable of which was the dead body of Muhammad Shaibani. He planned to demonstrate this martial arts skill to the guests at a banquet a few days later.

In addition, there is a lot of heavy property. The various horses alone cost up to five figures. The complete and repairable armors add up to thousands. The amount of grain, cash and various goods plundered from all over the river is not small, enough. Support the consumption of the army. Thousands of captives can be sold as slaves to various mines, farms and construction sites in the country, which can not only raise cash for the army, but also support domestic economic growth.

Seeing this, Ibrahim was quite satisfied with the results of the war. Such a great victory could confirm Safavid's status in Central Asia. And this war also allowed him to know the performance of the standing army on the battlefield, which at least proved that the unified and frequent training they received in the school field was not ineffective.

"Brother." Ismail opened the door curtain and walked into the camp tent, sitting directly opposite Ibrahim. Seeing that there were no outsiders here, he did not use the respectful but distant address.

Ibrahim looked up and did not blame his brother for walking into the tent without being informed. He just asked: "It's so late. Why did you come to me? Is it that Tajiru is no longer as attractive to you as me?" ?”

"Ah?" Ismail thought that his second brother had already known about his behavior of stealing food before marriage. He was a little overwhelmed and planned to avoid the topic: "I just wanted to ask about our next arrangements..."

"You said this, it's not too late to wait until the combat meeting to find out more, but if you ask, then I will tell you my idea." Ibrahim paused, organized some words and then said: "Although Xiban Nihan is dead, but the territory owned by others in Yuejie will not disappear. I plan to divide the troops into two groups to capture their territory. Due to your excellent performance during the day, I plan to specifically capture the territory of Khwarezm. The mission is entrusted to you, and you will soon be the commander of an army."

Hearing these words, Ismail felt extremely pleasantly surprised and said without hesitation: "Really? You are the one given to me by Huda..." The words suddenly got stuck, and he didn't know what words to use to refer to it. Ibrahim.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to rest. You can go back first. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Ibrahim felt sleepy, couldn't help but yawn, and waved away Ibrahim, who was still in high spirits. Meyer.