Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 739 The Battle Between Lihuo and Cotton Velveteen

With the beat of the drum, the infantrymen of the Ming army marched forward with their guns in their arms. They took 120 goose steps and reached the shooting range in 2 minutes. Li Xiaohei's cheeks puffed up in an instant.

"shot!"

The two rows of musketeers in the skirmish battalion were also lined up with flat-end rifles, and the gunshots almost without interval resounded across the battlefield in an instant. In the scattered barracks on the opposite side, the Indian soldiers who were still packing up their things in a hurry fell down in the gunshots. one slice.

This time, they did not directly return to the army formation. The infantry of the skirmish battalion squatted down on the spot, and the infantry of the Ming army marched behind them passed them in the gap. Once again, three rows of rifles fired a volley, and the chaotic Indian soldiers were killed again. Two or three hundred.

Immediately afterwards, the loaded skirmisher battalion ran past the large column, and the third shot sounded.

At this time, the Mughal army company had not yet completed the action of retreating and pulling out the camp, and it was impossible to organize long-range defense at all.

In 5 minutes, the infantry of the Skirmish Battalion had given up loading, rushed into the middle of the last part of the Mughal rear troops stranded in the camp, and used bayonets to knock down the Indian infantry who were still carrying them in the cannons and tents. Fighting, the backward and cumbersome Indian artillery has been captured by the Ming army in blood.

Puba~ An Indian soldier was about to run away, but the bayonet stabbing behind him was so much faster than him, it directly hit his chest with a chill, and he pulled it back immediately. Under the inconceivable gaze of the Indian soldier, wrapped The big turban of the man fell on the cannon with a clang.

But after stabbing the Mughal artilleryman to death, Li Xiaohei took out the revolver with a gloomy face, turned around and shot, and a Ming army expeditionary force also fell to the ground. The jug fell to the ground.

"After the battle, everything belongs to everyone! At this time, the looting messes up the formation, and everyone will be dragged to death! Keep advancing, and anyone who dares to leave the team and mess around will be killed!"

The murderous order and everyone's interests pierced the infantry of the 33rd Division like a shot in the arm. They were shocked, and the slightly scattered Ming army infantry marched forward amidst the beat of drums.

"Damn!"

Sitting on the elephant in the gilded elephant armor, he hurriedly backed away. Even Shah Jahan seemed a little flustered, but when he turned around and looked at his box full of wine pots and utensils, he was left behind. The great empire Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, the ruler stretched out a hand full of cat's-eye emerald rings, roaring angrily.

"Give the order, fight back! Where's Aurangzeb? Order him to go!"

Really as a cannon fodder army, the elite soldiers of the Deccan were placed in the forefront, and the horses flicked their hooves violently, breathing heavily, and the arquebus soldiers behind kept blowing their matchlocks, but the deputy king of the Deccan, the commander-in-chief Aurangzeb's hawk-like eyes were always staring at the Ming army that was getting closer and closer.

On that day, the devilish words of that damned old man Daming lingered in his mind like bees, lingering.

Sudan, Sudan, Sudan, Sudan...

As long as you cooperate with us, the position of sultan and Mughal emperor is yours!
O king!
"Vice King, Shah Jahan ordered our army to attack the Ming army immediately!"

"understood!"

Annoyed, he stretched out his hand to push the messenger away, but Aurangzeb never moved.

Not only the crime of treason, but one wrong step can lose one's wealth and life. The struggle for imperial power has always been bloody!But, if you go further, you will have the throne of emperor!

Why, why does that old thing only favor Dara Shiko, that bastard, that good old man, that traitor who is not devout to the Lord, and is close to Hinduism, Sikhism, and even Buddhism!
A few rumbling bangs suddenly woke up Aurangzeb in his own world, and he jumped off his horse in fright and anger and asked, "What happened!"

"Vice King, Ming people are bombarding our army formation!"

Needless to say, the lieutenant general, Aurangzeb also saw clearly at this time, from the two corners of the hollow phalanx, several six-pound light guns were emitting white smoke. The strangle target of this black machine.

"Vice King, shall we start fighting back?"

"no no!"

Finally, the ants on the hot pot circled twice like that, and Aurangzeb suddenly showed unprecedented ferocity on his face.

"Order, get on your horse! Retreat to Vikage!"

With one order, the sturdy nomadic cavalry from the Deccan, Central Asia, and more than 2 gunners and assault infantry, these battle-hardened Deccan regiments turned around after only one shelling, He exposed the friendly troops behind him naked to the point of the Ming army's guns.

Shashuja's Bengal Corps was behind him. He was stronger than Aurangzeb, and he was placed in the second echelon. Before the army, the unprepared Bangladeshi soldiers were directly rushed by the expeditionary skirmishers. It broke in, and the Ming army in a group of three was like a precise surgeon, stabbing forward in turn. The cavalry in front had no strength to fight back. Even the soldiers were killed into the formation without even pulling out their connecting bars.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

His eyes were red with blood, and Li Xiaohei yelled at Li Xiaohei with a thrust, directly piercing the neck of the opposite Bangladeshi commander. Ever since he experienced the Tainan Gaoshan riot, killing people is nothing new for this farm boy. He is an enemy of the empire, let him die!
Abandoning the Bengal centurion clutching his throat and spitting blood in horror, he knelt down powerlessly, like a leopard in the hunt, Li Xiaohe stepped forward again, and with a bayonet he pushed away the terrified man holding a spear in front of him. The Indian soldier who was resisting, immediately his comrade-in-arms accurately stabbed his heart with a bayonet knife.

Even in World War II, large-scale bayonets broke out in the Chinese theater and the Pacific theater. In this era when the development of firearms has not replaced large-scale charges, bayonets are sometimes more reliable than rifles.

"Damn bastard!"

The bloody fight was right in front of him. He watched in a daze as the Ming army tore apart his formation. Shashuja's eyes were red as if he was about to bleed. The back of the dry legion roared like a beast.

However, after yelling and cursing, the ruler of the richest Mughal Suba administrative region did not mount a horse and hold a spear to fight the enemy to the death. Instead, he yelled at the lieutenant in embarrassment.

"Retreat! Immediately!"

In 32 minutes since the start of the war, the Deccan Army and the Bangladesh Army, with as many as 6 people, were smashed by the Expeditionary Army. Some tribes, princes, and legions who had accepted bribes from Ming businessmen, or who had long been dissatisfied with the Mughal Empire, also began to disintegrate. Some of the peripheral legions, such as Delhi Subba, finally crowded towards the center, making the entire battlefield become more confusing.

At this time, the entire line has cut into the heart of the Mughal army, and the more than 3 expeditionary army has once again fallen into heavy siege, but they have already gotten used to this situation, and there is no hesitation whether they move forward fiercely or resist the Ming army infantry behind them. Yes, the already slightly V-shaped army is still piercing the heart of this subcontinent even more sharply.

Two minutes after the start of the battle, the sound of artillery suddenly sounded from behind the expeditionary army. The remaining divisions and servants transported the rifled artillery and heavy artillery in the trench across the river. The infantry also collapsed, throwing away their matchlock guns, and one by one of the higher castes fled back in fear, leaving their positions and supplies to the Ming army without reservation. The only thing they hated was that they didn't have four legs.

It’s not that they are not courageous enough, but that these enlightened people are definitely the demons that Allah said, holding fire-breathing sticks, whoever they point at will die, and the cruel spears, no warrior’s armor can block their attacks Stabbing, man, how can you fight a demon?

Even Li Dingguo was out of breath at the moment, his revolver was already hot, and even his command knife cut him alive, but looking at the scene left after the defeat of these two legions, Li Dingguo was still extremely excited Holding up the command knife.

"Brothers, the golden elephant in front is the emperor of Mughal, catch him! The whole Mughal belongs to you, the supreme glory is in your hands, attack!"

In fact, he didn’t need to encourage him anymore. Although they were exhausted, the morale of the expeditionary army who had fought here suddenly increased. There was no way, the gold-plated armor of Shah Jahan’s Royal Army was too coquettish, and the golden gold would be the same for anyone who changed it. Red eyes.

Knowing that this was the last blow, even Wang Fuchen's cavalry division, who had been resisting the Mughal cavalry on the left flank from harassing the flank, took the lead and charged forward with a saber in hand.

Boom~Boom~
Groups of flames exploded on the ground, and the grenade tore countless openings in the Mughal spear phalanx. Before the assams could react, the galloping cavalry wielded their sabers vigorously, and harvested a piece of land from the Delhi Army. Come up with a head.

"Father, let's go! The emperor of the empire cannot fall into the hands of Ming people! The servants are here to defend the father!"

The words of the cowardly and cowardly eldest prince Dara Shiko even trembled a little. He didn't expect to go into battle today. He put on his armor in a hurry, and while wearing a helmet, he shouted at the royal golden elephant. At this time, Sha Jahan also lost the majesty and composure of the emperor an hour ago. He didn't show courtesy to his favorite son. Go west.

Seeing Shah Jahan retreating, and the golden cash machine army running away, the attacking Ming army was obviously a lot more anxious, but Dara Shiko promoted religious tolerance, and his Delhi army was obviously more reliable than other army Quite a few, Sikhs wrapped in big turbans and bearded Indians also held Indian machetes high, and greeted them desperately. The expeditionary force also failed to break through this last line of defense.

On the other side, even the infantry abandoned and ran with the elephants. Shah Jahan ran away for more than an hour without even turning his head, until the sound of gunfire, gunshots and shouts of killing gradually dissipated behind him. And the elephant couldn't run anymore, so it stopped for a while to rest.

This old man in his 50s couldn't figure out how he was like a god holding the world in his hands more than an hour ago, how could he lose everything in just an hour.

When Shah Jahan lost his mind, several court eunuchs suddenly ran back anxiously.

"The Deccan Legion! Aurangzeb is in the northwest!"

"Let him come to see me!"

When Aurangzeb was mentioned, Shah Jahan was furious. If he hadn't been the first to flee, why would he have suffered such a disastrous defeat? But this time, listening to the emperor's roar, the court eunuch, who had always been obedient, was taken aback.

"But Your Majesty, the Deccan Legion is attacking us!"

(End of this chapter)