Qianlong: Qing Dynasty?What about my Daqing?

Chapter 327 Emperor Xishou
March 1796, 3 AD.

After two days of preparation.

The battle between the coalition forces of Ming and Indian princes and the coalition forces of Qing and Mo in the valley south of Agura City was finally full-blown.

As a large number of Mughal's most elite Uzbek cavalry continued to charge.

The muskets of the allied forces of the Indian princes of the Ming Dynasty also continued to defeat the charge of the opponent's cavalry.

The Qing-Mo coalition forces occupying the terrain advantage gradually fell into a passive situation.

Then the Ming and Indian allied forces attacked on the third front.

With muskets and cannons, they launched a full-line assault on the Qing-Mo coalition forces!

After the gunfire.

What sounded was the earth-shattering cry of killing!
"The true God is great! The true God is great!"

Those who shouted slogans were infantrymen of the Mughal Empire.

Under the rule of the Mughal Empire, most of them were Hindus, but their top leaders were all from the Green Church, so they could recruit warriors who could fight from Central Asia to fight - the way the Mughals ruled India was to use Indian The wealth recruited the warriors of Central Asia to rule India.

After all, everyone knows.

Indians are not beaten.

but now.

These Green believers who chanted "the true God is great" are now really beaten to collapse by the "true Indians" in southern India.

Yes.

In fact, most people in northern India are "foreign invaders".

Indigenous Indians are relatively black, while those from outside are relatively white.

At first they were Aryans, and later they were Da Yuezhi, Turkic, Persian, and Mongolian.
One crop after another invaders came from the Khyber Pass in northwestern India, each time establishing a power that made Indians proud on this continent.

So in the eyes of white Indians, black Indians are not very capable of fighting - after all, they are the first indigenous Indian races to be conquered.

but now.

The Central Asian warriors who are generally known to be more able to fight were beaten by three brigades of black Indian natives and suffered heavy casualties.

Fifteen thousand flintlock guns fired in turn, and the projectiles that burst out formed a dense barrage, turning into a rain of metal, and beat the white-skinned guys from the northwest who bullied black India for 5000 years to tears Father calls mother.

Black Indians are excited.

When did they fight so well!

All this is the credit of the Chinese uncle.

Under the leadership of the Chinese uncle.

We black Indians can also be invincible!

Ten thousand Uzbek warriors in white clothes and white turbans formed four phalanxes and charged aggressively.

Yes!

It's charge.

Not queuing up to be shot.

Instead, charge directly.

Lilamuku, who commanded the battle, was furious.

He knew that his subordinates would not be able to defeat the opponent in the battle of queuing up and shooting.

Although on the front are three black Indian brigades.

But on one side was a brigade of Yellow Indians armed with rifled guns—the Yellow Indians were much more capable of fighting than the Black Indians.

On the other side is the howitzer position.

The explosion of the roaring howitzer made the line infantry, which was slowly pressing up in a slow formation, a living target.

under these circumstances.

It is simply impossible to fight in line and shoot.

only chance.

It is to seize the time while the Ming army's cannons are hot, rush up, and fight hand-to-hand.

They have to push the opponent back.

Because the Mughal cavalry has suffered heavy losses, and the follow-up support troops of the Ming army on the opposite side have three dragoon brigades!

If you don't force the opponent back and let them entangle, it's hard to say how many of the tens of thousands of warriors hired from Central Asia by the Mughals at a high price can go back alive.

therefore.

now only
Give it a go! !

These Uzbek infantry did not use bayonet reinforcements, but their scimitars and shields.

In this day and age, the bayonet was almost the hallmark of a powerful army.

That meant a combination of firepower and discipline.

It was difficult for infantry in the feudal era who used traditional cold weapons to take advantage of the army using bayonets.

Bang bang bang!
The sound of frying beans sounded.

The Uzbek infantry just rushed less than a hundred steps quickly.

The dense volley of guns rang out.

Melee combat requires courage.

But it takes honesty and obedience to fight in a dense queue.

in this regard.

Black Indians are clearly qualified.

Motivated by strict training and reward and punishment mechanisms.

Where is the difference of race.

Both have two shoulders and one head.

Black India pulled the trigger to fire the bullet.

Is there any essential difference from the bullets fired by whites and Chinese who pull the trigger?
In front of the bullet.

Everyone is equal.

In the face of shells, some people are more equal.

A metal storm formed by countless projectiles.

The bullet hit the machete torrent of the Mughal Central Asian Warrior Army head-on.

Durko, a warrior from the Fergana Basin, is part of the scimitar torrent.

speak up.

He has enmity with the Qing people, his allies in this battle.

His hometown was once plundered by the Qing army, but now it is the Ming people who occupy the Fergana Basin.

He covered his head to move forward.

Simply ignore the gunshots of the heathen.

He also didn't pay attention to the screams that kept ringing around him, and just charged forward with his head covered.

Warriors of the true gods have no fear of death, death is only a passport to the eternal kingdom of heaven, where there are beds studded with diamonds.

There are young servants who live forever, countless delicious food and wine, and as many as [-] slaves.

72 more virgins and goats with clean asses than anything else awaited him.

There are still two hundred steps!
Durko rushed forward, bullets whizzing past his head.

But today he seemed to be blessed by the true god, and people around him kept falling down, but Durko was the only one who was not hit by the bullet.

When the second burst of gunfire sounded.

He has rushed into the fog of gunpowder smoke, and he still hasn't been hit!
He could only vaguely see the pagans in front of them, one by one, standing densely, there were so many of them!
There was fear on the faces of those black Indians.

A grin appeared on the corner of Durko's mouth.

These bloody bitches.

Did they think that with the support of the Ming people, they could climb to the top of the Uzbek warriors?

Their muskets are powerful.

but.

Durko is convinced.

As long as he rushed in front of those black Indians, he could easily defeat these Indian black pariahs.

They are simply vulnerable!
This is the historical experience of thousands of years! !

Pagans have taken over Central Asia.

The current Mughal emperor is the only sultan who protects the Green Christians in this land.

After the Mughals died, the Green Cultists completely became the ruled people in this land.

People from the Qing Dynasty, people from the Ming Dynasty, and people from Britain.

Even Marathas have to step on their heads!
Durko secretly made up his mind to use his scimitar to defend the true god!

clap clap clap...

Another volley of guns!
I don't know if it was because of the shortened distance, but this time the [-] flintlock guns fired with the momentum of artillery bombardment.

The choking gunpowder smoke on the battlefield became more intense, and the white smoke permeated everywhere, making it look more ethereal, like being in the sky among the clouds.

Durko began to have an illusion that he had already ascended to heaven.

But what about the land full of milk and honey?

How about a bed studded with precious stones and gold?
What about a hundred thousand slaves and 72 virgins?

Why not come and greet yourself?
"Long live Daming!! Kill!"

The earth-shattering shouts quickly brought Durko back to reality!
He did not understand the language used in this cry, and he had never heard it before. It was the cry of the enemy!

The enemy has also begun to charge!

but
Why did you change to a Ming countryman?

Amidst the gunpowder, it was not the black Indians who rushed towards Durko and the others.

It's the Ming army of a brigade that has already detoured to the front of the Black Indian brigade!
Ming people?
Durko was taken aback.

He had heard too many legends about Ming people.

legend.

They are invincible and invincible, and they own the largest empire in the world!
but
How is this!

I have the blessing of God.

What is the emperor of Ming Dynasty?

The true God is the greatest! !

Durko felt the blood in his veins was boiling...

God's warrior is invincible, and he has practiced the scimitar for 20 years. He is the best warrior on the grasslands of Central Asia!
"The true God is great! The true God is great!!"

Durko shouted first.

Beside him, a group of true god warriors also shouted while holding scimitars.

I don't know why their true god didn't come to help them block a bullet.

"The three brigades will attack in two waves, the first wave of the Kanur brigade and the Goodbo brigade, and the second wave of the Gulberga brigade!"

Behind the army formation, Yang Fang, the general of the Ming army who was in charge of the frontline command, roared loudly.

"Advance, never retreat! Run away and cut, stop and cut! Take back the land, expel the family!"

Yang Fang emphasized discipline.

Soon an official translated his words and conveyed them to every soldier of the Black Indian Brigade.

Since there are too many languages ​​​​in various parts of the South Asian subcontinent, the languages ​​​​in different places are not very similar, and there is no unified center on this continent to formulate any official language, so these Indian soldiers can only be organized according to language and region.

For many black Indian soldiers.

Ming was not an aggressor, but a liberator.

They joined the Ming army, and what they got was the distribution of land!

There were even high priests who personally assured them that if they joined the Ming army, their caste would be promoted, but if they were expelled, they would become untouchables again!
"I don't want to be a pariah anymore!"

"Don't be a pariah in this life, and you won't be a pariah in the next life!"

If Emperor Zhu saw this scene here.

It's sure to be a big surprise.

His Indian vassals actually have so many things.

Playing the role of liberator in India!
eventful!

Too many things!

Although these black Indians have not yet reached the level of "princes and generals would rather have kindness".

But it has also reached the level of awareness of "I will live a good life in this life, and I will not delay the good life in my next life".

And what really gave them courage was the Ming army of a brigade of Central Asian Green Cult warriors who had rushed to the Mughals.

This is their backbone.

Durko clenched the scimitar and shield in his hand.

There was smoke all around, and the charging phalanx seemed to be scattered.

But he wasn't worried.

Because such situations are very common, almost every time the result of forming a charge is to become a swarm.

Because it is impossible for more than 2000 people to maintain formation during a rapid charge.

The chaotic battle is their goal this time.

After another dozen steps, the gunpowder smoke had dissipated a little.

He saw a city wall made up of countless bayonets appearing in front of him!

The bayonet wall is moving, running, and sprinting!
Durko subconsciously looked left and right, trying to find his companion.

But he did not see thousands of troops.

"God bless, God is great!!"

The warriors of the Green Cult have gone crazy.

They roared at the top of their lungs.

But the smoke blown away by the wind.

Let everyone's roar stop.

What about people?

Where have people gone?
Ten thousand infantry, four phalanxes.

Even if it's messy.

Is it impossible that there are only so few people left? !
The warriors of the Green Sect are still in a daze.

The soldiers of the Ming army were not polite.

They held bayonets and arranged in a dense horizontal formation.

It was crushed like a wall.

Durko didn't flinch, he shouted wildly, concentrated all his strength on the shield on his left arm, and slammed into the bayonet jungle with all his might.

Puff puff……

He heard the piercing sound of the knife stabbing into the body!

Then came bursts of severe pain from his arms, lower abdomen, and shoulders.

Then he felt his brute force was suddenly taken away, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and then a few big feet stepped on it!

Finally going to heaven!
It's a pity that not even a heretic was killed...

A smile appeared on Durko's face.

Milk and honey in the flowing land.

One hundred thousand slaves.

72 virgins.

It's his now!
next moment.

A big foot stepped on his face, warning that countless big feet were coming.

this taste
It's a black Indian!
Durko completely closed his eyes in unwillingness.

do not know either
Stepped into a pulp by black Indian untouchables.

Can you still go to heaven?
"Have you seen it clearly? What's the situation??"

Delengtai on the hill behind clenched his fists and asked Zeng Sheng eagerly.

Bursts of gunshots continued to ring out, and the Eight Banners soldiers were also fighting with the allied forces of the Ming and Indian princes.

But the battlefield was full of gunpowder smoke, and it was impossible to see the situation clearly, and the Mughal Cao Cao Wazir Gazi was sending people to urge him to enter the army.

But how dare Delengtai use his [-] troops rashly when the situation is unknown.

This [-]-strong army is only one-third of the remaining [-] bannermen.

In case it folds in here.

Then this flag Kaicheng might not be able to hold on—the richness of the Indus River Basin is coveted by many people.

Zeng Sheng shook his head: "The situation here can still be maintained. Don't look at the gunfire, but the distance between the two sides is so far that the bullets can't hit anyone at all. There are no casualties... They should be feinting."

This is far away from the musket fire.

Most of them just listen to it.

What's more, there are fortifications to cover.

So you can't kill a few people at all.

Therefore, the main attack direction of the Ming army cannot be on their side.

"So, they are attacking in the middle!"

De Lentai wrinkled and took a deep breath?

"Wazir Gazi hurriedly sent people to urge us to attack, which already shows the problem... It seems that they can't stand it anymore!"

De Lentai snorted coldly: "A bunch of trash, I thought they could beat Ming Gouzi if they believed in the teaching. It seems that their true god is not very good."

"True God is similar to Hui Hui's routine." Zeng Sheng muttered.

Now neither the Qing court nor the Ming court has united people.

So the current green is not too arrogant.

If you are arrogant, you will be wiped out in minutes.

There is no such thing as pork knuckle rice next to a ramen restaurant.

"Let's go." Delentay sighed.

Wazir Gazi died when he died.

These ten thousand soldiers are precious.

"It seems that the luck of the Mughal Empire has come to an end." Zeng Sheng squinted his eyes, "My lord, I heard that Delhi is a big city, and it has gathered most of the wealth of the Mughals."

De Lentai's eyes brightened.

"Hurry up, hurry up, while that Mughal Cao Cao can hold on for a while, let's go to Delhi to escort the Mughal Emperor West."

"Xishunu," Zeng Sheng reminded.

"Yes yes yes! Nishikari!"

(End of this chapter)