The Tale of Manas. The Second Battle of Manas with the Kara-Kitay.

THE SECOND BATTLE OF MANAS WITH THE KARA-KITANS

The Chinese, led by the heroes Neskara and Joloy, surrounded Manas's camp early in the morning, like ants. The khans, in battle armors, rained down thousands of arrows like rain; drums thundered, tearing at the heart with their noise; dogs howled, cows mooed, trying to dig the ground with their snouts; and the entire area was instantly engulfed in panic. The Tırgooty rushed en masse at the lion-like Manas to seize and bind him.

Brave Manas, like a tiger, began to crush the Chinese, tearing them apart, striking left and right, and started to slay an innumerable number of Manchurians with his sword. Whoever came face to face with him, he grabbed and threw to the ground; he crushed seven thousand, whom he caught, struck with his spear, searching for the vile Joloy; he cut into pieces six thousand Chinese caught in front, impaling them on his spear, searching for the disgusting Neskara, who wanted to capture him and take him to China; he roared in anger, breaking the ranks of the advancing Chinese, like waves, and pushed forward.

On the vast expanses of Altai, many warriors lay dead, while the three thousand survivors, cautious Joloy and Neskara, met Karajoy on a white mare at the Tash-Kechuu pass.

The furious hero Joloy turned his horse Achbuidan, in anger tearing a tuft of hair from his shoulder, roaring with rage, shaking the earth with his roar, his hair stood on end, he nearly destroyed the remnants of his army. He stopped the weaker ones, killed the cowards so they would not sow panic, turned back the braver ones, and drove them again to the battlefield.

They stood face to face, shooting from guns and bows, striking with swords, all armor pierced – such a bloody battle had never been seen before. In this bloody clash, many heads flew from shoulders, and blood flowed like a river.

Belted with a sword without a sheath, angry in face, fierce in appearance, cruel in body, merciless to the enemy, ruthless to the foe, dangerous in his very appearance, with a spear with a steel tip, and a copper shaft, the hero Orgo, ready to tear apart anyone he met, enraged and furious, spurred his mule, clad in metal armor, which bent under the blows of spears, stones crumbled under the hooves of his mule, fire spewed from his mouth, and in this manner, he approached Manas. At the sight of the formidable Orgo, even the khans led by Joloy, Neskara, and Karajoy parted their troops to clear a path for him. Not caring for the Kara-Kitans and Manchurians, wishing to fight the brave Manas, seizing a whip with a black lash, he lashed at the sides of his mule, which could barely bear him. When the whip touched the belly of the animal, the gray mule strained and rushed forward. Boasting, the dim-witted hero Orgo became furious at the sight of Manas, clanking his armor with nine loops, fluttering the hem of his robe, he thrust his spear forward, as if wishing to swallow the whole world. Together with forty companions, the fortunate brave Manas lashed at the sides of his horse Toruchaar, who knew a forty-day battle and bloody clash, took his spear in hand, and charged towards Orgo. The hero Orgo, raising a spear as huge as a pine tree with a steel tip and a copper shaft towards Manas, attempted to pierce him, but the very strong, agile, and brave hero did not even blink and deflected the blow. In response, Manas, with his steel spear, without missing, pierced Orgo's chest and drove through his heart. Blood gushed from his chest, Orgo's eyes rolled back, his legs hung helplessly, his iron helmet fell from his head, and his armor fell to the ground. When Orgo fell from his gray mule, his comrades tried to save him, but Kutubiy, at that moment, flew at him faster than an arrow and severed his head.

All hope of the Chinese collapsed: the famous strongman Orgo was dead, the Chinese khan Orgo was dead, now all of Beijing would perish, roared the leader of the thousands of troops Neskara in despair. His dark-gray face became even gloomier, enraged, he blazed like fire, spewing bile from his mouth, and muttered to Karajoy:

– Karajoy, do not try, we cannot defeat him otherwise: aim at the cursed, worthless horse Toruchaar. Only by leaving him on foot and surrounding him from all sides can we capture him; otherwise, he will destroy all of us, leaving not a single warrior. In confrontation, we cannot defeat him; no one can overcome or slay this, may he be cursed, horse. You were the most accurate shooter, aim carefully, dear, kill his horse first.

Then Neskara summoned all the khans and yelled at them with all his might, giving each an order.

Neskara himself, with the battle cry of the Chinese, attacked from the flank and began to press Manas. From the other flank, Khan Joloy, shouting, wedged into the Kyrgyz detachment. From the front, the strongman Doodur himself attacked with his giants. With a cry, raising their swords, swinging clubs above their heads, the numerous army of the Chinese surrounded the Kyrgyz. The glorious shooter Karajoy was tracking the noble Manas. And the brave leader of the Kyrgyz fought fearlessly, not fearing death, against the countless army of the Chinese and Manchurians: wherever his hand reached, he pierced with his spear, searching for enemy leaders and trampling those who crossed his path with the hooves of Toruchaar. Unyielding in attack, unreachable in retreat, tireless in watch, with huge hooves, with a broad croup, the steed of vast lands, born on the same day as Manas, Toruchaar in battle, bending his neck down, charging blindly, relentlessly pursued the enemy warriors, faithfully displaying the valor of a steed. "If I only survive, I will be a support to my noble hero Manas," thought Kutubiy, blocking the way of Neskara, who was rushing forward from the flank. Here they met face to face, fought with spears, and then closed in and battled with halberds.

The Kalmyk Joloy, armed to the teeth, turned his horse Achbuidan towards Manas.

– They praised you, Manas, but you do not know how to hold back, you killed all the messengers of Esen-khan. You dealt with Kochku, killed the hero Dongo, our strongman Joona, the strongman Kaman with branched ears – you killed them all. And you have destroyed Orgo. You have become so proud that you have killed all the attackers, destroyed all the strongmen. You are ready to fight the whole world. So now know my strength. When your grandfather Karakhan died recently, I personally destroyed the best and strongest of the horses, killed all the skilled spearmen. I knocked the sun from the sky and covered the villages with the darkness of night. By killing Khan Orgo, you have now angered me. I will now gather my strength and drive you away for thirty-nine lands.

Angered by Joloy's words, Manas became furious and, bursting forward like a cheetah, charged at the enemy. He headed straight for Khan Joloy, his eyes burning like a tiger, he spewed fire from his mouth like a dragon, not blinking, not withdrawing his spear, with strong arms, with a brave heart, he lashed at the side of Toruchaar, keeping his sturdy spear ready, in the blink of an eye, with a roar, he was about to pounce on the Kalmyk Khan Joloy, but he, frightened by the mere sight of the brave man, turned the head of Achbuidan and escaped from him. Pulling the reins of Toruchaar, who did not obey the bridle, Manas was about to follow Joloy when he immediately encountered the shooter Karajoy.

Performing various wonders, transforming into different beasts, skilled in cunning trickery, the most accurate shooter Karajoy, hiding behind a huge, house-sized black stone, awaited Manas.

On the surface of the small false ribs, a girth was tightened, but the lower edge of the saddle would not be pierced by a bullet – aiming at Toruchaar, the shooter Karajoy, dressed in a dark green robe, decided and pressed the trigger. Born of good spirits, Toruchaar stumbled and fell. His eyes turned red like a mountain ram's, and the horse, hit by the bullet, loudly neighed in helplessness, then threw up its hooves and gave up the ghost. Having grown up together since childhood, having galloped together since youth, and instantly losing Toruchaar, leaning on his gun, trembling all over, brave Manas stood up.

The drums beat loudly, all the Tırgooty gathered together and rushed at the hero. Neskara, pleased that Manas's steed was killed and the hero was left on foot, shouted orders to the warriors to surround him:

– Armored heroes, strongmen, laden with stones, surround him all. Put a koak on his head, gouge out his eyes, and we will take him alive but bound to Khan Esen. All those with nets and iron ropes, bind him tightly. Go boldly to meet him, seize this vile and bloodthirsty one, who has disturbed our peace. Strike him and bind him alive.

Receiving such an order from their leader, they sent arrows like rain, sent bullets like hail, and the strongmen attacked all at once.

Beating the numerous warriors who resisted, severing their heads, Joloy himself set out to bind the hero Manas.

Like ants, they surrounded him from all sides, raised a noise and clamor, creating such a commotion that the dust that rose into the air covered everything, and darkness enveloped the area.

Deprived of his beloved steed, Manas felt lonely, mourning for his Toruchaar, but, not showing it, as if nothing had happened, he did not even pay attention to the Chinese and Manchurians, belted with a silver belt, his gaze was full of light, belted with a golden belt, his gaze was full of warmth, he impaled the attacking enemies on his spear, and those who approached him he chopped down with an axe, from time to time firing his gun and laying opponents side by side.

Meanwhile, from behind the distant ridge, clouds of dust rose.

Very strong and brave, endowed with intelligence and wisdom, a master of spear fighting, a remarkable rider, always catching the enemy off guard, the agile warrior Koshoy, after escorting Manas to Altai, immediately pondered and urgently summoned his fellow tribesmen, his distant and close relatives. Among them were brave warriors, skilled craftsmen, wise leaders, old and young, all brave heroes ready to stand against the Chinese.

Fierce, like a lion, angrily exclaiming, addressing his warriors, he began his speech as follows:

– Inhabitant of ancient Chambyl, long considered the best warrior, never bowing his head to anyone, Buu Dayyk, you are here. Inhabitant of Sary Arka, the glorious warrior from the Kazakhs, Aydarkan, you also stand before me. The glorious mullah of Bukhara in a colorful robe, Aykodjo, and you are here too. Warriors gathered here, you have come together in a united detachment, among you are the most skillful and fortunate spearmen. Among you are also experts in great battles. It turns out that numerous Chinese from forty tribes do not give peace to a handful of Kyrgyz in Altai, do not let them live peacefully. So let us help the rare hero Manas, start a great fight and reclaim our kin from the enemies. Is it forgivable for us to stay alive when we cannot protect them?

Let us sow panic in the enemy camp and give our lives to help the brave hero Manas, what do you think, friends?

– All right, all right! – many supported.

– Dear fellow tribesmen! Here are the elders, and the khans, all the elder folk are here. When an innumerable number of Chinese attacks, when a huge army is in your way, one cannot lose heart, one cannot retreat. Let us deal a strong blow, fight the cursed Chinese and free our Altai Kyrgyz.

Even in old age, Khan Koshoy did not lose his composure, did not lose his mind and, with a loud voice, audible from afar, shaking his white beard, addressed the strongmen and giants from the seven valleys with instructions and teachings, preparing the people for a great battle.

People gathered from all places, and when they counted them all, it turned out that an army of twelve thousand had gathered.

They gathered enough provisions, there was also enough equipment, they gathered giants for battles, gathered steeds for fights, flags with flagpoles fluttered, old man Koshoy with a numerous army headed to Altai.

The warriors, inspired by the upcoming battles, rushed through the ranks of the stretched army, the fearless chosen heroes rode at the front. Khan Katagan Koshoy with his twelve-thousand-strong army moved towards distant Altai with such determination that, if necessary, he would perish, becoming a support and support for the brave Manas, and they arrived very timely, finding themselves in the very thick of the great battle.

The tips of the spears glittered in the sun, copper trumpets thundered around, drums beat a loud roll. With a furious cry and screams, the twelve-thousand-strong army led by old Koshoy wedged into the ranks of the Kara-Kitans and Manchurians. Gunfire erupted, arrows flew, swords and axes clashed loudly. The released arrows whistled, piercing through everything that stood in their way; blood flowed like a waterfall; warriors fought blindly, not distinguishing where the Chinese were and where the Kyrgyz were; merging into a single army, they fought to the victorious end. Brave warriors, born to defend honor, not sparing themselves, fought with spears, battled with halberds; Kalmyks and Kyrgyz entered into a clash, and blood flowed like a river. Heads were severed, arms were completely cut off, some fled from the battlefield, some hobbled on one leg. The smell of blood permeated everything around, human heads fell from shoulders and rolled across the ground like balls.

Brave Manas, deprived of his faithful horse Toruchaar and thus lowering his head, suddenly remembered old Khan Koshoy. "Kyrgyz Khan Koshoy was a holy man. He promised to stand against the Chinese and Manchurians, promised to free us from them. How I wish his help were timely now," he thought, and just then old Koshoy appeared before him, holding the reins of a horse – almost five years old – Aibanboza.

After they embraced and greeted each other, Khan Koshoy said the following words:

– My dear hero Manas! I ordered this horse Aibanboza for you to ride. I commanded to traverse all lands, starting from that endless Khotan to this edge of Kerme-Tuu, I loaded a camel with gold and finally found him in the desert of Mediyna. I also brought you a cotton robe tied to the horse, so you could wear it in battle. Take it and put on the robe, mount the horse Aibanboza.

– Dear uncle, thank you very much!

When enemies surrounded him from the front and back, Manas could not rejoice enough at the gift, donned the robe, leaped onto the saddle with the front bow made of pure gold and the back bow made of pure silver. Manas mounted Aibanboza, which previously belonged to Bekkodjo, who had never lost in a contest, with a high back, with low croup, unafraid of battle, and rushed towards the countless Kara-Kitans.

With the battle cry "Manas!" from the heights and flat lands, from the high bank and from all sides, cries resounded, echoing across the battlefield. With the same cry, Aydarkan with his Kazakhs and the Khivan Khan Buu Dayyk rushed out.

Not fearing the numerous army, like ants flooding the area, the noble Manas charged against the opponents from the foothills, from the northern side Kutubiy attacked, flanking them was Khan Koshoy.

Unable to withstand the Kyrgyz, the Chinese fled, leaving behind all their wealth and saving their own skins. In the area covered with hills and pits, spears remained stuck; strong Chinese warriors in armor, the best Kalmyk warriors, adorned with beads, lay dead on the field; many horsemen perished from spear strikes; dragging the reins on the ground, steeds wandered across the field. Here and there, many fled in haste, but even more fled far away – through the mountains and valleys.

Deprived of the slain Toruchaar by a bullet, but seated on Aibanboza, Sultan Manas moved across the vast Altai, to where nine mountains meet, ninety rivers, many roads, to where only the best of warriors can barely reach, and where ignorant fools perish. Those caught in the crosshairs were torn apart by hungry lions and wolves, prowling tigers and saber-toothed boars. The Chinese called these places "Barsakylbes" ("Go and do not return"). On the hot trails of Kush-Uchpasa, Manas caught up with the enemy at the ford, drowned them at the crossing, and finished off the rest after the passage. Through the narrow passage, the remaining Chinese hurriedly escaped, barely managing to cross to the other side.

In the narrow pass, with a cry that shattered stones, old uncle Koshoy barely caught up with Manas. All the best warriors who were with Koshoy barely held Aibanboza by the reins, struggling to stop the enraged Manas.

Manas, tearing from their hands, barely holding himself back, shouted:

– Let go of my hands, uncle Koshoy, do not hold me! Do not take my fortune away, now is the time to destroy Chinese Beijing, do not calm me down! This people from forty tribes, I will fight them all.

I will chase down their brave one, who dared to attack us, I will spill his vile blood. Let me go, uncle Koshoy, to the wicked Kara-Kalmak, I will arrange a bloody massacre for them. Look, he sent an innumerable army to enjoy the slaughter, gathered all the Manchurians, and himself initiated the fight first. I will crush the heads of these proud Kalmyks, slay all the leaders, reach their very king and destroy him along with them. I will swing wider and show these vile Kalmyks how to attack others.

Old uncle Koshoy, the wisest saint, grabbed the reins of Manas's horse and, not letting go, advised the hero:

– Brave Manas, listen to me, remember everything I say. These countless Chinese, like spiders, are ready to drink any blood, this stubborn people does not fear death. Hills, pits, and rocks are not a pass where one can wander aimlessly; the countless Chinese are not a people one can attack alone. Do not act recklessly, Manas; this is not Ala-Tuu, where you could take off your boots and lie carelessly with your legs spread. Your Kyrgyz people are not here, ready to fight Beijing with swords in hand. Do not rejoice yet that you managed to make them flee; and do not chase them all the way to China; so that you do not regret it later, act wisely. We will gather our hungry, ragged tribe together and settle along the riverbank. We will start gathering an army of brave and courageous warriors, so that we can stand against the Chinese and Manchurians. We will gather fearless heroes to defeat them in battle. In twelve months, the warriors will gain strength, straighten their shoulders, and then we will set out on a campaign against these infidels. We will prepare weapons and supplies, don battle armor and chain mail, stock up on provisions, mount the best steeds, and only then, my son, will we attack the Chinese and avenge all the insults and humiliations.

Hearing the wise words from old Koshoy, brave Manas halted his army, and they turned back. The people settled along the banks of Kara-Kyrchyna and Tal-Mazara. They counted the number of people, marking how many warriors remained alive and how many had perished.

It turned out that the cunning Kudainazar attacked the wrong target and received a blow from the giant Joloy with a halberd on the crown – thus he went to where no one returns. Jortulchu on his horse Joorukere was pierced by a spear by Neskara and also bid farewell to the white light. Among the Kazakhs, Aydarkan, the Khan of Khiva Buu Dayyk, and the son of Aykodjo Bilerik were all alive and present here.

After seven days of continuous battles, the Manchurian Khan Neskara received seventy wounds, during six days of battle, the Kalmyk giant Joloy, the strongmen Karajoy and Doodur received sixty injuries each, they lost many warriors and were now heading to Beijing.

On the way, the giant Joloy, grieving and saddened, began to tell the other three about his grievances:

– Deprived of support and allies, we are left alone. Deprived of horns and hooves, we are left without strength.

It seems we came here only to surrender the entire army of Khan Esen to the bloodthirsty horse.

Yes, we were severely plucked: those who perished at the hands of this detested horse, the rest barely escaped.

We were countless, and now we are all beaten. Honestly, we must admit, Manas turned out to be a true hero, capable of resisting anyone who attacks him.

The furious Neskara was no longer the same, the arrogance had left him, and he also turned to his friends:

– At the first order of our khan, we attacked the enemy with the whole army and quickly dealt with him. How will we now appear before our great ruler after such a blow, when we have shattered our entire army?

Having lost all their army, the four traveled day and night, urging their horses forward, and finally appeared before the ruler.

On the towers, lights were lit, bells rang, the guards were in disarray, and the whole people rushed out of their homes, frightened as if the enemy had come, drums beat loudly, the courtiers did not know what to do, and the whole court was in turmoil.

Awakened by the noise and clamor, Esen-khan, with disheveled hair at the back of his head, with tousled hair on top, sharpened like a blue tiger, draped in a bulletproof robe, sat on the throne and stared intently at the four who entered the palace. Just yesterday, even those who did not know God, ready to wreak havoc, spill much blood, sever many heads, stood now like guilty children, all in rags and tatters. Trembling all over, they stood before the ruler and did not know where to begin, and each pushed the other, urging him to speak, and they all had an unfortunate look.

– Even if you swallowed your tongues, do not be silent, you swine.

– Dear ruler…

Neskara took the word first:

– With a numerous army, we set out to capture the detested Manas. For forty days we fought with him, sparing no lives. But Manas, it turns out, is indeed a hero, he is the most fearless fighter. He cut Orgo in half with a single blow of his spear. Then he began to crush the rest of our strongmen. We thought, consulted, and sent Karajoy to shoot his horse Toruchaar. When we surrounded the foot Manas and were about to catch him in steel nets, suddenly, out of nowhere, Khan Katagan Koshoy arrived with his ten-thousand-strong army and began to crush everyone.

– My ruler, – picking up Neskara's words, Joloy joined the conversation. – This foot Manas, after mounting Aibanboza, gifted to him by Koshoy, became unreachable again and immediately broke the back of the strongman who attacked him. With the fearsome and furious cursed Manas, Neskara fought for six days and, receiving sixty wounds, barely escaped from the battlefield. Manas destroyed all the best Kalmyk heroes. He dealt us so much destruction, killed so many people. He struck down all who attacked him. We wanted to defeat the horse, but we were defeated. We wanted to beat the horse, but we were beaten. How many of our brave warriors we surrendered to this lion. Not only did he not give tribute, he did not even give a pebble, and all forty families returned to their homeland. Here, Manas proved useful, all the horses left for their people. Your wandering subjects have returned to their homeland, and we, not even managing to deal with their elders Akbaltu and Jakyp, lost all forty families. We went for tribute and left many of our warriors dead. They became victims of the mighty tiger, he slaughtered them all. Now only crows and vultures will be satisfied with the flesh of the fallen strongmen and giants on the battlefield.

Esen-khan did not show any sign of whether he was angry or not, but only, pondering and muttering something, walked back and forth.

– This Manas has caused so much trouble, – he looked questioningly at the four after a long contemplation.

Neskara took the word:

– Esen-khan, listen to us. Even if we return again, we will not be able to defeat him. Not only can we not approach him, we cannot even show ourselves to him. His wrath is vengeful, it makes the soul sink into the heels. This fearsome Manas can only be overcome with cunning. If you think we are cowardly, you can chop off our heads right now. The bloodthirsty hero Manas will tirelessly seek his lands, he will find his people anyway. He will always seek the way to China; he is not one to stop preparing for an attack, not one to stop fighting us. One day he will attack Beijing anyway. Surely, he will appear here in Beijing in five or six years.

– Really? – Esen-khan's eyes bulged, his mustache twitched, and he glanced at his heroes, ready to tear them apart.

– Yes, indeed, my ruler, – all four cried out simultaneously.

Esen-khan, as if forgetting about these four, stood for a long time in one place, silently swaying, then suddenly turned to them and said:

– Hey, you heroes! You seem to be greatly frightened by Manas. I thought you would come to your senses, but no. Then listen!

Let us gather all who wear armor, choose the best, those adorned with beads. We will gather all the khans, dressed in battle armors, we will even take teenagers who know how to wield a sword. We will spread this news across all forty Chinese tribes. It is said that there is a strong seer, so let us summon the great sorcerer from Zuu-Kuduk. And we will let the elders, the leaders, and all the living, even the teenagers, pass in a line, so that the experts can evaluate them. We will find the most skillful spearmen, the best of the brave, we will find strong warriors who, having drunk black blood, are ready to fight to the end; we will set guards around and feed them. I have wealth everywhere, at Karikan on a large plane tree that grows in the garden for walks, there is a red fox in forty fathoms, which prowls all over the land and is skilled at finding everything. We will set guards on the ridges and sleep peacefully. Manas is not an ordinary warrior; we must also think about this; he is not so easy to find.

It is said that this year the youngest son of Alooke Konurbay has grown up. It turns out he beats all the strong ones from the Chinese with red tassels; he has already bored all of Beijing with his mischief, they say he kills everyone he meets. We will glorify him, appoint him khan of part of Beijing, invite the glorious hero Konurbay here and send him against the unfortunate horse. In battle, he is a resilient hero, equal to Khan Manas from Beijing. I have heard from various people that he is the most skillful of spearmen, an expert in enemy tricks; when he is angry, they say he mows down opponents, he has, they say, taken sixty Chinese as his warriors, an innumerable number of Kalmyks led by Karagul, son of Katala. He too, may he be cursed, is said to be the best of the scouts.

Esen-khan taught his heroes various cunning tricks and sent a messenger to invite the hero Konurbay.

To be notified at any whisper of the wind, at Lake Abarger, where eternal cold stands in the gorge, they set a cunning duck with copper wings. On the reverse side of the Great Mountains, at the sources of the Great River, opposite the mountain Kaspaan, at the fork of nine roads, from where the brave Manas might appear, they set a mountain ram to guard. On this side of the endless Altai, on the other side of the vast Kara-Tuu, in that part of the gold mine, where the confluence of seven rivers is located, at the junction of eighty mountains, on the flat ledge of the mountain pass, from where Manas might also appear, they set a red fox in forty fathoms, raised since birth, whose jog was faster than the wind, whose ordinary step was faster than any beast, a fox that was the most cautious of all beasts, understanding the language of men.

A little time passed, and the hero Konurbay appeared with his knights before Esen-khan, and he was received with great honor, seated in the best place. And here the ruler said:

– You are the son of the brave Alooke, we give you full authority. A wicked enemy has appeared, the brave warrior from the horses Manas, it is necessary that he cannot conquer Beijing, protect the people. If you are brave and fearsome, we will support you. But if you are cowardly and afraid, then we will mount you and drive you like a donkey. Evil forces are coming upon us, save us from them now. Become truly the father of all of Beijing, of all of China. You are our only support and protection, you are the only hero who can save us from the horses. My dear Konurbay, gather heroes from the Kalmyks, so you do not have to search everywhere, we have already gathered all our heroes here in Beijing. And now listen to me one last time: the brave people in battle are the Kalmyks, so now become their khan.

Esen-khan, with great honor, placed the crown of the ruler of the Kalmyks on the hero Konurbay's head, hung a bead – the sign of the head of the people. The wise men and experts, heroes and strongmen, khans of other tribes – all congratulated the young ruler.

Having become the possessor of unlimited power, he began to rule the Kalmyks, became their khan. Wherever he appeared, dust rose in a column, the poor Kalmyk people trembled at the sound of his voice, he entered China and Beijing directly, killing whom he wanted, sparing whom he wanted, no one dared to contradict him, and Konurbay, son of Alooke, began to rule the people.

The Tale of Manas. The Campaign of Esen-khan against Manas