Chapter 130: cHapter8

When the news of Mohenjo Daro's expedition came, Baahubali was shocked, and the old man, who was more than half a hundred years old, watched in amazement as he led an army of tens of thousands of elephants and countless cavalry and chariots towards the new city built by the Aryans, where they had encountered the greatest problem of all, crossing the Ganges.

For many civilizations that grew up near rivers, learning to swim and use rivers to survive was almost instinctive, but transporting such a large army across the river en masse was at least a problem that plagued many city-states in the past as they wanted to expand. Even if their soldiers were not seasick, it was clearly a problem to be solved for the horses and elephants they were riding.

In this regard, it can be said that in the last ten years Mohenjo Daro has developed a special kind of craftsmen, called veterinarians, who have been directly granted official positions by the city lord's office to enter the veterinary department, and they have been approved to study different animals in different categories, in addition to the common and respected cattle, the most important ones are the elephants and horses in the barracks.

The Ganges River is very wide, the water surface is crumbling, and it is magnificent. At this time, the Ganges River was deeper and clearer than later generations, and the water was more powerful, but this qiē was not a problem for the city of Mohenjo Daro, which had a powerful navy, although they had the most ancient shipbuilding technology, but thanks to Yvtehar's strong memory, he actually hand-painted many ships that were extremely cleverly built and far better than those of this era.

Even before the army officially set out, Ifuthhar gave the order, and he ordered the advancing troops to cross the river and go to investigate as early as the night before.

Instead of using a wide wooden boat, they opted for a canoe with two ends upturned, moving at the speed of an arrow off the line, and then reached the opposite bank in the hazy sky, their goal was to find out the distribution of forces in the new city and to support the later river crossing.

By the time the great army led by Iftekhar reached the banks of the Ganges, it was already the dawn of the third day of their departure.

The fish belly was white in the east, and the elephants and horses were driven by the soldiers who tamed the beasts on the wide deck, and the smell of the water waves and the abundant moisture made the animals a little excited, but the soldiers who tamed the beasts quickly returned to normal after a brief commotion.

Gradually, the horizon took on a gradient of colors, apricot yellow, pink, orange red...... Until it turned into a shocking golden red, the sun's rays sprinkled overhead without hesitation, and the sails were raised like a huge white flag heading towards the opposite shore, and the ship of Ifutekhar took the lead, the sun dyed the sails a magnificent gold, and the man standing at the bow was tall and strong, he faced the east, and raised the long knife in his hand: "Go to the war!" ”

The thousands of soldiers who followed him shouted in unison, their sonorous voices piercing the sound of the water, revealing to the surrounding cities the unparalleled power of Mohenjo Daro.

Mohenjo Daro's expedition did not hide from people, on the contrary, they always embarked on the journey with an indomitable momentum.

When the news came out, the hearts of the surrounding cities were shaken.

Adityajit was worried, or he had never been so anxious, even if the execution of his beloved girl by her mother brought him more grief than fear.

But now, he was terrified.

As a man who was not very gifted in politics, but had his own characteristics in military affairs, Adityajit saw through the shortcomings of the city he had built with his own hands, a city that had only taken ten years to develop from a small settlement, and its fortifications could be said to be very weak because of the initial lack of gold coins, although they also expanded and repaired the city when their economy slowly increased. But such a city was far from being able to defend against the army of more than 100,000 Mohenjo Daro, and there was also a very lethal elephant army among them.

He could almost imagine that the other party could easily destroy his own city.

Not to mention that the new city is far inferior to these old cities in terms of military strength.

The main composition of the new city was the Aryans, the villagers who had been displaced to these places and the criminals who were taken in several nearby surrounding cities, whose population was problematic from the beginning.

The source of women is too scarce, almost only the original Aryans, but the number of young men has been increasing, and Atiajit is sad, he tried to deal with it milder at first, but across the Ganges, not all people are willing to leave the city where they live and go to another, especially the new city is very barren at the beginning, even the women in the Harappan slum are not willing to go to the new city unless they really can't survive.

After that, Atiajit had to take extraordinary measures, he sent his men to Harappa, Mohenjo Daro and other cities, where they disguised themselves as robbers and abducted women living in the slums or surrounding villages, and these women would not be noticed by more people even if they disappeared because of their circumstances, although it became more and more difficult in Mohenjo Daro, but in other cities they were always able to find enough girls of the right age.

But Adityajit had to admit that although there had been births of newborns in their cities over the years, they were still extremely lacking in population, which made it particularly difficult for him to build a decent army, especially compared to the other party's vast 100,000 people, his army was a little more than 40,000 people.

What made him feel even worse was that he might not be able to rush back at all, considering that the other party had blocked the river for more than ten kilometers to cross the estuary, but he still decided to go back, even if he already knew that the chance of surviving was very small, but it was probably a kind of luck to be able to bury the bones of his beloved in the same place.

The campaign ended much faster than Adityajit had anticipated.

Even if he arrived a day earlier than the other party, even if he made a serious deployment for resistance, the outcome still did not change by human will.

For the Aryans, this is the place where they have lived for a long time, from small villages to medium-sized settlements to large cities, and the establishment of new towns is almost the embodiment of their beliefs, symbolizing the prosperity of their race, which is why they are particularly resolute in the face of Mohenjo Daro's conquest.

For others, however, this is not the case.

Those exiled criminals have a complex emotion for the city they once brought with them, deep nostalgia and hatred, the sadness of losing their homeland and being abandoned by their relatives, the new city is like a new shelter for them, and the traces of the past make them dare not even pay more emotions to which city, so when facing the army of former friends or relatives, their strong entanglement emotions often make them at a loss.

And for those who gathered automatically, they did not have a strong sense of ethnic group, nor did they have the so-called deep attachment and love for the city, so they could be said to be the first to give up resistance and prepare to flee.

The elephant army has been established for so many years, and it appeared on the battlefield for the first time, and it was really powerful.

The huge body of the elephant slammed towards the city gate, and the sharp tusks quickly pierced the opponent's body, and many people even died under the elephant's hooves.

Thanks to the idea of Ah Zhai, these elephants grow almost with the flames, although they still have a natural fear of the flames in their instincts, but at least they do not panic at the sight of fire and loud noises, not to mention that they are all covered in thick armor, each of them is like a small mobile fortress.

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"Master, let's go." It was the slave who followed him, he named the other party Aya, the tall young man was as silent as a stone, and he could not even perceive his existence in normal times, but now the other party looked at his master intently with a pair of swarthy eyes, and said the first word of interference in his master's decision in so many years.

"Aya, you love me, don't you?" Adityajit reached out and stroked the top of the young man's head, in many cities male slaves did not have the right to long hair, so he was able to touch the smooth scalp of the other party, and even touch the stubble of the mighty hair.

"Master......" Aya bit her thick lip.

"It's a pity I don't love you." Adityajit seemed to think of something pleasant, he bent the corners of his mouth and his eyes were a little wandering, "My heart died with my lover more than ten years ago, and now my flesh and body will also go with her, Aya, I will set you free, from today onwards you will no longer be my slave, no, it should be said that you are no longer anyone's slave." ”

"Master." Aya hugged the other party's legs in horror, he didn't understand what he had done wrong to provoke the dislike of his master.

"You see, we're going to be separated, Aya." The young man smiled softly, and he pulled the other man's hand away, turned and jumped from the breached tower.

"Nope! Master! The grieving slave hissed and shouted as hard as he could, and he didn't want to jump after him.

The swift elephant quickly overwhelmed the two, and the soldiers who had been desperately resisting on the tower were almost crushed when the youth gave up.

When the sun was setting in the west, and the water of the Ganges was stained red with blood, Ifutekhar stood in the tower of the new city, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on his knife-engraved features, there was a sharp beauty, and at this moment he suddenly remembered his lover in Mohenjo Daro, who would not break their promise in this life.