The Han culture is spreading strongly in Southeast Asia

Chapter 514 Ding Zhenmima, My Superman

Blood flowed on the land south of Kolkata. The confrontation between more than 2,000 people gave off a sense of the brutality of a battle involving tens of thousands of people.

Lieutenant General Stibbert ran away, and so did Sir Al Coote, who even abandoned the field gun on the hill.

Anyway, these three-pound cannons are not very useful for defending the city, and they will be of no use if the enemy attacks the bastion.

Chen Lian was waiting for this moment. Although he wanted to ensure that he could wipe out the British Irish Infantry Regiment, it did not mean that he would not pursue them.

The five hundred elite cavalrymen of Tipu Sultan who had never been on the battlefield were prepared for this moment.

Of course, this was also because Chen Lian didn't know that the people he was surrounding were Irish. If he knew, he might have really chosen to just surround them or even let them go, and focus on chasing Sir Al Coote.

"My Lord, the Mysore people are no match for the British!" Soon after the sound of horse hooves was heard, a staff officer next to Chen Lian frowned.

Chen Lian quickly climbed to a high place and looked through a telescope.

Then he sighed deeply. The staff officer was right. The Mysore cavalry could not move at all when they encountered the real British elite.

Chen Lian saw through the telescope that the Mysore cavalry was not united as one, and the hundreds of cavalrymen charged forward in unison.

Instead, they looked very powerful, but when they were about to collide with the British line infantry, they would involuntarily scatter to both sides after being hit by a burst of rifle fire, and the attack became a failure.

At the same time, the British tactics were very effective. Although their 3,000 men escaped, they did not run away and expose their backs to the Mysoreans.

Instead, they formed a square formation of 500 people, taking turns to cover each other and retreat.

Tipu Sultan also knew that Chen Lian must be watching them. He felt embarrassed and afraid of being looked down upon, so he forced 500 elite cavalry to charge with him.

But Sir Al Coote was well prepared. Although he could not defeat the Imperial Guards of the Chinese Empire, whose tactics and morale were slightly better, he was not afraid of the Indians.

Hundreds of war horses galloped forward, but nearly seven hundred British soldiers immediately formed a semicircular hedgehog formation, with two hundred bayonets surrounding five hundred flintlock musketeers in the middle.

The charging distance of a warhorse is actually not very long. When carrying a person, it can only charge quickly forty or fifty meters, and this distance is just within the optimal range of a flintlock rifle.

With the British army's elite marksmanship and willpower, it would not be easy to defeat these 700 people, let alone 500 cavalrymen, even if all 2,000 Mysore cavalrymen attacked.

The cavalry had only charged twenty meters when more than thirty of the five hundred were killed or injured. The fallen horses and knights blocked the advance of their comrades, and chaos reigned on the route of the charge.

And the closer you get, the greater the damage. When you rush to 20 meters in front, a three-pound cannon loaded with buckshot suddenly fires.

More than sixty grape-sized shells rained down, instantly knocking down six or seven Mysore cavalrymen.

Seeing this, the remaining cavalrymen went around from both sides and did not dare to charge head-on. Then they were hit by a barrage of bullets from both sides, and more than 30 of them were killed again.

"Sultan, we can't charge anymore. We can't get through. These are the elite English soldiers from Fort William. They are not comparable to those in Madras."

Tipu Sultan's guards pulled the reins of Tipu Sultan's horse and pulled him to the side.

Tipu Sultan, who did not want to fight to the death, pretended to be helpless, ended the charge with a whimper, and led his cavalry to attack the Bengali infantry who had run several kilometers away and were in a panic.

In the distance, Chen Lian, who was holding a telescope, was almost angry. Almost a hundred of the five hundred cavalrymen were killed in a frontal charge, and they didn't even fire a single gun. This was too pathetic.

"These cavalrymen can't even shoot from horseback. They hold lances but don't dare charge directly into the battle formation. Their combat effectiveness is far inferior to that of the Bannermen cavalry."

"How can this be compared to the Eight Banners Cavalry? Although they were defeated by us, they are definitely a very powerful elite cavalry.

I think these Mysore cavalry might not be able to defeat the Mongolian herdsmen from Khorchin and Ujumchin."

Chen Lian was almost laughing out of anger, and the staff officers around him also started complaining loudly.

But they didn't know that these Mysore people were not only unable to defeat the Mongolian herdsmen of Khorchin, they were simply unable to defeat them.

Because historically, the British were able to finally conquer South India because they formed a powerful cavalry team.

Most of these cavalrymen who served the British were Lancers. They dared to charge into battle and beat the weak cavalrymen of South India into tears.

The main source of the Lancers trained by the British in India were the Dogras, a branch of the Indian Aryans who lived in the Jammu and Kashmir region.

At this time, the Sikh Empire had just directly controlled this period. The ruler of Kashmir, the Maharaja, was replaced by the Singh family of the Sikh Empire, and the upper class and culture were gradually Sikhized.

Historically, these powerful Dogras cavalrymen became arrogant after killing many people in South India. They invaded Ladakh but were still not satisfied.

Finally, under the leadership of Zorawar Singh, a powerful general of Jammu Maharaja Gulab Singh, who was later praised by Indians as the Napoleon of India, the Indians continued to invade the Ali region of Tibet.

It was during the First Opium War and the Qing government had no troops to spare. It could only order the minister in Tibet, Meng Bao, to organize the Tibetan army to resist the enemy.

Then Zorawar Singh's 8,000-strong army met with more than 2,000 Tibetan troops near Lake Manasarovar. Note that these were not Qing troops, but Tibetan troops of the Rasa Kashag authorities trained by the Qing army.

God has mercy on us. Since the fall of the Tubo Empire and the death of Zuosilo, the last glory of the Tibetans, the Tibetan army has become the most powerful Chinese clan that can be slapped in the face by anyone who comes.

But in this battle, the Tibetan army, with its entire infantry force and only two mountain-splitting cannons, fought against the Dogras, a mixed force of infantry and cavalry, which had six British field guns.

Despite being at an absolute numerical disadvantage, he was able to defeat ten of them with one and severely defeated these Indians.

More than 600 of the 8,000 Glasgow people were killed in battle, more than 800 were captured, and more than 3,000 people fell to their death or froze to death in the high and cold mountains of Tibet in panic. Only less than half of them escaped back.

Tibetan soldier Dingzhen Mima (Dingben Mima/Tenzing Mima) stabbed the so-called Indian Napoleon Zorawar Singh to death with a spear, beheaded him, and sent his head to Resa to be hung on the city wall.

After this battle, although China failed to recover Ladakh due to supply reasons, the Indians no longer dared to invade the snow area on a large scale, which at least ensured peace for fifty years.

And this so-called Indian military ceiling, the bearded man who could be defeated by the Tibetan army with fewer troops, could actually defeat the cavalry of South India.

From this we can see how poor the combat effectiveness of these Mysore cavalry is. They are no match for the Khorchin herdsmen.

"Forget it, forget it. I can't bite off more than I can chew. It's good enough to leave more than 3,000 of them behind."

Chen Lian sighed as he looked at the Mysore people who felt like they were fighting the god of death when fighting the British but were extremely fierce when fighting the Bengalis.

In fact, although Chen Lian seemed helpless on the surface, he was actually a little happy in his heart, because the weaker the Mysore people were, the more they needed China's support.

Some time ago, he was worried that the Mysore people would be unwilling to be his younger brother in the future. Now it seems that he no longer has this worry.

In the distance, Sir Al Coote saw that the Mysore cavalry had run away and Chen Lian did not send anyone to chase them, so he quickly ordered the British army to destroy the remaining three field guns and fled back to the bastion in shame.

On the hill to the right, fierce fighting continued. Although the Royal Irish Regiment was not very strong in North America, its fighting will here was quite tenacious and its morale was very high.

It seems that their lack of effort in North America is indeed related to the fact that the English do not regard the Irish as their own people.

But when they arrived in the East, faced with the Chinese, who were obviously of different races, and after hearing that the Mysoreans would cruelly treat European prisoners, they fought quite tenaciously.

The Zhenwu Army launched six small-scale charges, successfully destroying two of the three remaining cannons of the Royal Irish Infantry Regiment and suppressing the Irish Regiment to the top of the hill, but it also suffered two to three hundred casualties.

Li Quan saw his younger brother Li Tai walking towards him covered in blood from a distance. His nose felt a little sore and his eyes were misty. After all, they were brothers.

"My sons, long live His Majesty!" Li Quan turned his head away from his brothers' miserable plight and roared angrily.

Following his order, the roar of a charge rang out, and the remaining two battalions of the Shindian Guards launched a long live charge alternately.

Baron Sebright, commander of the Irish Infantry Regiment, watched helplessly as the last cannon fired its last shotgun shell. Then, like a ball of fiery red flame, the Chinese soldiers rushed into the position of the Irish regiment, which was mainly composed of black uniforms. Then, screams in Irish were heard everywhere.

Amidst the shouts of "Long live, long live", officers and soldiers of the Zhenwu Army and the Left Regiment of the Imperial Guards also went up. They engaged in a bloody hand-to-hand battle with the Irish on this small hill.

An hour and a half later, the sun was setting, and less than 2,000 of the 2,800 men in the Royal Irish Regiment were left. The entire army collapsed and ran down the hill towards Fort William.

Tipu Sultan in Mysore in the distance did not disappoint Chen Lian this time. He commanded more than 1,300 Mysore cavalry, sweeping across the battlefield like a torrent, and completely defeated the last Irish people who still had a little bit of organization.

Chen Lian laughed so hard that tears came out. He stepped on the land soaked in the blood and flesh of the warriors, feeling a lot of emotions in his heart.

In fact, the pressure on him is no less than that of Sir Al Coote, because the people he is currently leading in a bloody battle with the British are the real cornerstone of the emperor.

At a time when the vast majority of Chinese people had not yet fully accepted the emperor, and when his foundation in Dayu was not as solid as a rock, every one of the emperor's fellow countrymen in western Guangdong was precious.

There are only more than one million of them in total, and only 20,000 to 30,000 of them can be mobilized as guards. Currently, only about 5,000 people have been mobilized.

If he fails to defeat the British despite the casualties of nearly a thousand Divine Lightning Guards, not to mention how he will explain to the Emperor, Chen Lian himself will not be able to get through this hurdle.

But now, victory belongs to the newly born Dayu Dynasty of the Chinese Empire.

"Yes, yes, this is the British Royal Irish Rifles, and the commander is a baron."

"What, these are Irish?" Chen Lian's eyes widened suddenly when he heard the words of the major who came to report.

"Fuck you, why did they catch an Irishman?"

Chen Lian was quite dissatisfied. He thought he had caught a big fish just a minute ago.

Well, it is actually a big fish. Sixty years later in history, this Irish infantry regiment will participate in the First Opium War as the main force.

In the two battles of Guangzhou and Ningbo, he defeated tens of thousands of elite Qing troops in succession and became the first executioner of China as it entered a dark semi-colonial society.

(End of this chapter)