Da Ming Tai Shi

Chapter 467 Is This a Great Victory?
The infantry coordination tactics brought by Zhu Yu's arrival to Song Sheng and the Indian and Ming Army is undoubtedly a cross-age tactical concept, and the birth of a new tactical concept cannot be just a theory.

If the theory cannot be verified by practice, it can only be shelved.

So in the following time, Song Sheng and Zhu Yu started a new way of training soldiers in the barracks.

It's also very simple, just start the exercise with great fanfare about a hundred miles away from Mathura.

The rumble of cannons continued day after day, and Song Sheng couldn't help but feel excited every time he observed it.

The 60-year-old man suddenly glowed like a passionate youth.

After practicing like this for a month and a half, the coordination of the army may not be very familiar, but overall it has reached a qualified level, and Song Sheng began to be unable to sit still.

"beat!"

The time for the general attack on Mathura was determined, and a total of 180 artillery pieces were placed outside the city of Mathura. When the covering rain cloth was lifted, the muzzles of the black holes were aimed at Mathura [-] feet away. city.

This location is neither far nor near, the most appropriate.

The Ming army began to assemble, and Pushun's [-] slave army was also on standby. Everyone was waiting for Song Sheng's order.

Song Sheng looked at the sun, then asked Zhu Yu beside him.

"General Zhu, are you ready?"

"Don't worry, Shuai Song, everything has been adjusted."

"So, shall we begin?"

"Follow Shuai Song's orders."

Song Sheng then nodded and waved his hand: "Attack!"

Following the waving of the command flag, Zhu Yu was the first to ride out of the army formation. He didn't charge, but ran to his own artillery phalanx and shouted the order.

"The target is 180 feet, add three to the height, test the gun!"

Following Zhu Yu's order, the gunner in charge of the test fired a calibration round, but the shell just hit the city wall.

"The muzzle height is not enough, add four to the height and try again!"

The cannon successfully crossed the city wall and hit the gate tower.

After adjusting the muzzle offset, Zhu Yu gave the order to fire collectively.

"There are all of them, eight rounds of rapid fire, fire!"

The gunners of the eight hundred artillery pieces calibrated the accuracy and altitude almost immediately, and then reloaded and ignited.

What is the sound of the eight hundred cannons roaring in unison?
As far as Song Sheng was concerned, he was almost overturned by the horse under his crotch almost the moment the cannon was fired.

Although the Chinese army was nearly two miles away from the artillery phalanx, the movement was too loud.

At the moment, at the head of the city of Mathura, the soldiers of the Delhi Sultanate who were waiting in full force all looked up at the sky in horror.

Before they recovered their senses, the overwhelming shells rained down on the city, and pieces of the Sudanese army were smashed to pieces and torn apart almost instantly.

The Sudanese army defending the city was completely dumbfounded.

When did they fight such a battle?

"Counterattack! Counterattack!"

The general defending the city shouted hoarsely: "Where are the catapults and ballista, fight back!"

The surviving Sudanese army climbed out of their stumped limbs, thinking about controlling the catapults on the city wall to fight back, but found that their long-range weapons had been smashed to pieces in the previous round of salvos.

Before the bad news was reported, the Ming army's second round of bombardment arrived.

Again there was no suspense in a mess of casualties.

Just after the second round of shelling began, Song Sheng gave the order for the entire army to attack.

"Siege!"

The first to rush out of the army formation was naturally the [-] slave army. This army composed entirely of Kunlun slaves, although not brave and good at fighting, was really strong in body and bones, and it ran really fast.

The talent of the human race is undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Twenty people carried a ladder, and they ran faster than the Ming army without a ladder.

"Kunlun slaves are not all useless."

It was also the first time for Zhu Yu to see Kunlun slaves fighting, and it was very fresh to watch. Duan Jie next to him pouted, "I'm going to run fast too. Damn, we didn't run in the military competition once. won."

"Hey." Zhu Yu also exclaimed, "I told you, you run really fast."

While the two were chatting, the [-] slaves had already rushed to the city of Mathura. Because of the artillery fire, the [-] slaves were not attacked by the Sudanese army from the beginning to the end of the journey, so they easily put up the ladder After reaching the top of the city, the follow-up ladder cars also advanced steadily.

"Stop the gun."

Although it wasn't Daming Erlang who attacked the city, they were friendly troops after all, so there was no reason to continue firing cannons.

The cannon stopped, but the Sudanese army on the top of the city of Mathura had already been killed and wounded. Even if there were any survivors, they had already fled down the tower in fright.

Song Sheng and Zhu Yu looked at the [-] slave army in disbelief as if they were going home, they climbed up the Mathura tower with ease, and the rest was to fight hand-to-hand to seize the city gate.

"It's so easy to climb the city?"

Song Sheng only felt that his view of war for decades had completely collapsed at this moment, but now he didn't care to think about it too much. Seeing that the slave army had seized the city tower, he immediately ordered the Ming army under his command to attack the city.

With [-] slaves present, it was easier for the Ming army to ascend the city. In less than an hour, the entire four walls of Mathura had been completely captured.

All that's left is to attack the city.

"Move the artillery array forward by one hundred feet, add five to the height, and fire ten rounds rapidly."

The infantry coordination reached the final stage of mopping up. In order to avoid street fighting, Zhu Yu directly ordered to start pouring shells into the city of Mathura.

There is no distinction between humans and animals under the cannon.

Casualties, everyone lives in peace!
Regardless of whether it is the hidden Sudanese army or the poor Indian people, the cold artillery will not consider it.

Under the indiscriminate bombing, the entire Mathura was almost smashed into ruins.

After ten rounds of quick cannons, the street fighting between the Ming army and the slave army became easier. Just two days later, Duan Jie, who was in charge of commanding the front line of the siege, told Song Sheng that the entire city of Mathura had been captured!

As for whether this battle was easy or not, Song Sheng really didn't know.

Song Sheng only knew that when his military boots stepped into Mathura, which was full of ruins, what Daming took over was like an empty city without any enemies.

Yes, there are only disgusting and broken corpses and kneeling captives all over the floor.

"The corpses are too mutilated to identify soldiers and civilians. We only know the number of captives, a total of 6000."

Duan Jie brought back a briefing on the war: "If the enemy is killed, it is estimated to be [-] to [-], and not all of them are enemies. It is estimated that there are half of the people in Mathura."

"So, in this battle, we killed [-] prisoners?"

Song Sheng took the military report and said in astonishment: "In two days, we captured a heavily guarded city in the Delhi Sultanate, and at the cost of less than a thousand casualties, we got [-] prisoners?"

"Song Shuai, is this a great victory?"

The corner of Song Sheng's mouth twitched suddenly.

(End of this chapter)