Although the advance of the Mughal army had been routed, the Mughal army in the rear remained unmoved, and their pace remained steady and even. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Seeing the army fleeing back in front, many people did not show any expression in their eyes, only tenacity and indifference. Only some people showed a trace of unbearability in their eyes, but then the trace of unbearability in their eyes also disappeared, and their gaze became cold and firm again, and their eyes revealed a determined look.

Suddenly, the formation of the Mughal army changed, and the hoplites in front retreated to both sides, and groups of soldiers with bows and arrows stepped forward, and they looked at the soldiers who had fled on the opposite side, their eyes full of indifference. They slowly raised the compound bow in their hands, and the whole process was uniform, showing a high level of military quality. The Mitsubishi arrows emitted a terrifying cold light, exuding a mortal danger in the scorching sun, and they were aimed at the fleeing soldiers and the pursuing Goliath heavy cavalry.

A sharp and piercing whistling sound came into the ears, and the fierce arrows were overwhelming like a storm to strike the rout soldiers in the distance, and for a moment the screams, the sound of the bow drawn, the whistling of arrows flying out, and the sound of horses' hooves trampling the earth were strangely mixed into a strange sound.

"Good, good. "Some of the Buddhist monks in the Mughal army showed compassion on their faces, but they also did not have a trace of sympathy for the defeated soldiers who fell to the ground and groaned, they were full-time warrior monks, their hearts were more determined than the average veteran, they had already seen through the sinking of the world, they were highly skilled in martial arts, and they were terrible assassins and killers on the battlefield.

"These routs have broken their vows that hell is where they should go. The queen in the golden armor said that her face was cold at the moment, and the tone of her voice was extremely harsh. But none of the surrounding soldiers felt uncomfortable, although those who were shot to the ground were not only their flesh-and-blood compatriots, but also their comrades who fought together and faced life and death together. They are soldiers, men who are their wives, and beloved fathers to their children. The belief of a soldier is to protect his country, the identity of a man makes it necessary for them to protect their woman, and the identity of a father prevents them from seeing their children enslaved. They have to defend the country, they have to protect their families, and behind them is New Delhi, where they live, and their families are still there, and they can't retreat, and they swear to the gods.

Cowards who cannot keep their oaths and are afraid of death have only death.

The overwhelming torrent of Black Death's Goliath-like heavy cavalry, like a sharp sword unsheathed, followed the fleeing Mughal army and stabbed into the next Mughal army.

"Hahaha, interesting, the Mughals are attacking their own people. "A Goliath heavy cavalryman, while impaling the body of a Mughal soldier, saw a fleeing soldier in the distance whose body was torn apart by dozens of sharp arrows.

This cavalryman was a thousand-commander, and his soldiers were all holding spears of nearly 3 meters and rushed towards the army in front, only here he was holding the scimitar in his hand to result in the surviving rout.

"Huh?" he suddenly realized that countless arrows were being fired at him.

"Come on. After sneering, the commander ignored the sharp arrows stuck all over his body, and rushed directly towards the Mughal army array in the distance. A violent and dangerous aura erupted from all over his body.

Soon he was in front of him, and he watched as the rushing water in front of him stopped. Then he saw the corpses in the water in front of him, those were several of his subordinates, the corpses of his subordinates were rushed into the distance by the rapid current, and he saw the machine tool in the distance that was constantly firing crossbow arrows, and he instantly understood. He took out the heavy bow on his back, and then let out a cruel laugh, and he rode across the river several meters wide in one fell swoop, and rushed straight over, and the heavy bow in his hand continued to shoot out cold lights.

The Mughal army in front saw that he was only one person, and immediately pulled the crossbow machine to shoot. Although he was stunned for a moment by the momentum of crossing the river several meters wide in one fell swoop, he immediately reacted and saw that there was only one person on the other side instead of a group of cavalry, so he gave up the idea of retreating and shot with a crossbow machine on the spot. Several cavalrymen had already been shot and fell into the current.

However, just as they were about to pull the crossbow machine, a white cold light flashed, and then they looked at each other standing not far away with shocked eyes, only to see that he was full of all kinds of sharp arrows, holding a bow at them. And they could only helplessly hold the arrow that pierced the throat with their hands, and then fell to the ground unwillingly.

Just after the commander had eliminated the two Mughal soldiers, the black-armored cavalry, who had also dealt with a hundred crossbowmen on the side not far away, approached him.

"Commander, we dealt with the Mughals there. Said one of the centennial cavalry.

"Good, follow me, charge. After showing a solemn smile, the commander rushed into the distance like a black arrow, and then the hundred black-armored cavalry also rushed after him.

On the way forward, the rest of the hundred-man black-armored cavalry kept returning, and soon a black-armored cavalry of nearly 1,000 people suddenly appeared like a black whirlwind in a fortress behind the Mughal army

The Mughal soldiers guarding inside looked at the cavalry in front of them, and a hint of horror flashed in their eyes.

I saw a cavalryman wearing black armor exuding a murderous aura, wielding a samurai long sword that flashed with cold light, rushing to the front, his black armor was full of sharp arrows, looking extremely powerful.

"What's the matter, has our army been defeated? Why?" muttered one of the soldiers.

"Leave it alone, be prepared to die in battle. Our duty is to guard this place, whether our army has been defeated or not, at least we will fight to the end, let these invaders see that we Mughals have no cowards, and let those people of other countries that we have conquered see that they have not lost unjustly. A garrison officer in khaki chain mail yelled.

Immediately, a hint of determination flashed in the eyes of the defenders, and they picked up the crossbows in their hands and stood on the walls of the fortress and looked nervously at the cavalry below.

"Don't panic, wait for them to shoot when they get closer, the bow in their hands is not as far as the crossbow in our hands, don't be afraid. The officer looked at the somewhat timid defender and said, his face calm and unmiscellaneous.

When the defenders saw that their commanders were all calm, they were relieved to face the crossbows in their hands at the Goliath cavalry below, and there was no trace of panic on their faces, and they were talking and laughing with each other.

But they didn't see a flash of melancholy on the officer's face, then the officer's name was Sha Bennai, who was originally a soldier of the Praetorian Guard, and was later placed here because of some things, and he sighed slightly, both for the fate of these soldiers, and for the fate of the country.

"May all the best and may the Supreme Brahma bless. He immediately calmed down his mood, he was not as calm and comfortable as he appeared, but he was supported by the blood that had not yet faded and the glory of the soldiers, looking at the soldiers who were talking and laughing with each other, and secretly smiled bitterly.

The combat effectiveness of these second-line soldiers is really impossible to count on, Sha Bennai's heart secretly contrasts the strength of both the enemy and us, and finally sighs secretly, these soldiers can't do anything except delay a little longer.

"Could it be that our army is really defeated, that is 500,000 troops, how can it be in just one month, ah, is it?" Suddenly, a thought suddenly flashed in his heart, and then cold sweat flowed all over his body.

"Let's hope not. He said bitterly, but he already had the answer in his heart.

The other side actually sent cavalry to our rear, what are those generals on the front line doing? He secretly despaired in his heart, the 500,000 army is over, the empire is over. I'm afraid it's just one of the cavalry, their real target is Sindrar, they are going to cut off the back of the 50 armies of the empire, who is commanding them to fight, and who is commanding our army.

A sharp arrow interrupted Shabennai's thoughts, and a Mughal soldier let out a scream like a pig.

The Mughal defenders were furious when they saw that the soldier who was still talking and laughing with him just now was holding his throat helplessly and trying to say something, looking at his eyes eager to live and the bloodshot that kept coming out of his mouth. The laughing expression that had covered their timidity disappeared in an instant, and it turned into a very calm look, their eyes bloodshot, but their expressions were very calm.

Only one of the defenders cried out, "Baccardo, brother." He fell to his knees and wept bitterly, wondering why he hadn't died himself.

"Why, why?" he asked, his hoarse throat squeezing out words.

The people around didn't speak, only Sha Ben Nai walked over, and just as everyone was looking at Sha Ben Nai, suddenly Sha Ben Nai suddenly stretched out his hands.

'Bang' and 'Bang' two loud slaps. The soldier who fell to the ground and cried bitterly looked at Sha Ben Nai with a shocked face, there were two bright red handprints on his face, and the people around him were also very puzzled and resentful to look at Sha Ben Nai with a cold face on the side, did he really not have a trace of sympathy?

Sha Bennai's heart was also very painful, everyone here was his favorite, and the one didn't see them as his own son, looking at Bacardo lying in a pool of blood, wouldn't he be sad? The feeling of watching his loved one die in front of his eyes and being powerless was enough to make him feel heart-wrenching pain once.

He knew that he couldn't look at it like this, and the morale of everyone, which had been high because of his death, became low again in the cry of his brother, and the fear of death in their hearts slowly overcame the courage generated by their grief and anger in this desperate cry.

With a cold face, he shouted to the soldiers who fell to the ground crying: "What's the use of crying? Is it true that if you cry loudly, the Great Brahma will bring Bhakado back to earth? Will those who killed Bakado die? How many people in the whole Mughal died because of these enemies, and where should their tears go? And their brother didn't die because of these enemies? You coward, you are not worthy to be a soldier, and you are not worthy to be a Mughal, there are no such fools among the descendants of Marsha Khan, and there are no such cowards among the Mughal warriors. They will only use scimitars to cut off the heads of the enemy to avenge the death of their relatives in battle, instead of not daring to resist on the ground like a mother who has been bitten to death by a wolf, and only dare to shed tears in front of the wolf and beg for the other party's tolerance. ”

The soldier who fell to the ground had a flash of confusion in his eyes, and then, as if he had suddenly come to his senses, he stood up and bowed his head respectfully and shamefully to Shaben, and then looked at the smiling Goliath cavalry below with a very indifferent look.

The surrounding soldiers also walked to the front, their faces became very calm again, the difference was that this time there was no trace of pain in their eyes, the eyes of the weak, except to make the enemy laugh, there was no use, they didn't need it. The tears of the weak, which do not elicit any sympathy in the face of a truly murderous enemy, do not need it.

The wind blew quietly, and the scorching sun was still there.

The Goliath cavalry below stopped laughing, and they looked at the Mughal soldiers above with a slightly respectful and eager to fight.

Quiet, deathly still. For the first time, the Goliaths below looked at the Mughals above with the eyes of their opponents instead of their prey, and they had been waiting for a long time, but the signal to attack had not yet arrived.

"It's kind of interesting. The commander heard the words of the Mughal veteran clearly under the small fortress, and he smiled genuinely, and a frenzy flashed on his handsome and unusual face.

'Boom' a terrifying cannon sound like the roar of ten thousand beasts was heard, and in an instant all the Goliath cavalry wandering around the fortress launched an attack, and the rainstorm of arrows hit the fortress mercilessly, and a group of heavy cavalry wearing black armor with hook and thorn armor suddenly rushed out from the rear.

The armor of these cavalrymen was much thicker than that of those with heavy bows, and their bodies were covered with heavy plate armor, and a golden thorn flower was printed in front of the plate armor. The armor worn on the war horse was full of glittering spikes. The height of each war horse is about 2 meters, and the combination of humans and horses is more than four meters tall, like a black iron tower. With spears of nearly 3 meters in their hands, they smirked and rushed towards the fortress, their horses' hooves slamming on the ground with devastating vibrations.

"Finally, it begins. "The moment the commander heard the cannon, he rushed straight through like a black lightning bolt.

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