The frontal battle outside Allahabad was in full swing, while the other was quiet and unmoving.

An army of about 5,000 men touched the foot of Mount Siwa.

Although this army wore uniform armor and held unified weapons, judging from their faces, the composition of this army was obviously not as pure as their equipment.

This is a coalition army led by Zhou Yunfan on order, and their mission is to conquer Siwa Mountain.

A full 5,000 allied soldiers had already completed their preparations for the attack, they had filled their stomachs, polished their swords and guns, and waited for the order of the Han general in good spirits.

After the brutal siege of Allahabad, the group of soldiers had clearly been baptized and improved in terms of mental attributes and combat effectiveness, and they began to have a sense of anticipation for the upcoming killings.

This coalition army actually began to have a hint of the meaning of the tiger and wolf army?

Despite this, Zhou Yunfan did not intend to let his army be sent to death rashly, even if there were only a few hundred Ming people in this army.

A forcible attack from the front would only cost the coalition forces a loss of strength, and would inevitably take advantage of it in the slightest.

So he sent someone to carefully survey the landscape of Mount Siwa, and he really found a path that was not of great interest.

"Ba Song, take your Siamese troops, and you will personally lead the attack from the front, do not care about casualties, and be sure to attract all the attention of the Delhi army, so that they will think that our army has invested all its forces to attack."

Zhou Yunfan's order was well carried out, and a stocky Siamese officer stood up and shouted a no.

"If you are brave in this battle, I will commend your merits to the marshal, send your name to Nanjing, perhaps, you will get my Ming Han surname after this war, and even become an officer of my Ming National Defense Army."

Ba Song's eyes turned red when he said this, and two white hot breaths visible to the naked eye burst out of his nasal cavity.

Who doesn't know that the officers of the Ming National Defense Army are treated very well, especially in the southwest, after every major battle, in the reward, the emperor of the Ming people has always been extremely generous.

Become an officer of the Ming Dynasty, with the lowest risk factor and the highest reward!

Ba Song made up his mind, in order to meet Zhou Yunfan's requirements, even if he let all his subordinates die.

"The defensive line of Mount Siwa is not stable, and the Delhi army has just arrived and is not on a stable foothold."

Zhou Yunfan summoned another general of the Ava Dynasty and said to the latter: "Just on the west side, there is a small road here, the Delhi army has not yet discovered and has not built a defensive line here, your task is to wait until the frontal battlefield of Ba Song starts, and then lead your army from this trail to quickly rush up the Siwa Mountain, and launch an attack on the flank of the Delhi army." ”

"Command!"

"If you can complete this mission excellently, I will also repay your merits to the marshal."

After speaking, Zhou Yunfan sorted out his military appearance, and said solemnly: "The battle orders have been fully conveyed, next, I don't want you to find me to report the casualties and difficulties, I just want to hear the voice of victory." ”

I don't want to hear about the difficulties you face, I just need to win!

In this way, the siege of Siwa Mountain began with shouts, and thousands of Siamese soldiers chanted slogans that Zhou Yunfan did not understand, and began to charge along the rugged mountain road towards the high point.

The Delhi army on the hill, under the command of Al Sahaji, poured arrows and rolling stones down the mountain, and the attacking Siamese soldiers fell one after another, but what Al Sahaji did not expect was that the fighting will of this 'Ming army' was extremely tenacious.

The soldiers didn't seem to see the casualties of their comrades, and only cared about burying their heads in the rush without dying.

"Is this the army of the Akito?"

Arsahaji exclaimed sincerely: "Their fighting spirit is not much better than ours, what a respectable army." ”

"No, generals, they're not Mingren."

One of Arsahaji's own soldiers opened his mouth: "Their shouts are in the Siamese language, and this army, which should be Siamese, is one of the coalition forces of the Ming Dynasty's invasion." ”

Are Siamese people so brave?

Arsahaji was stunned.

How could Siam, with such a brave army, willingly accept the drive of the Ming?

In other words, how powerful should the Ming who can drive such an army be?

"Regardless of whether they are the Ming army or the Siamese monkeys, do they think that with this number of troops they can capture the position that General Ben himself guarded?"

Smiling contemptuously, Arsahaji ordered, "Let them see how powerful we are, I will cut off the heads of these monkeys after the battle and give them to their one-eyed general, who is known as the butcher." ”

The general's order gave the Delhi army a full spirit, and they continued to bend their bows and arrows and throw rolling stones, which made the Siamese soldiers who attacked the mountain taste the hardship.

The offensive of this Siamese soldier was frustrated, and their pace slowed for a while, but then, several Siamese generals in officer armor shouted a few times, and the Siamese army broke out again with courage.

Again, their pace quickened considerably.

"These Siamese monkeys are literally giving away their lives for us to kill."

The slopes of Mount Siwa were long overwhelmed, but Arsahaj's eyes were still full of enemies.

"General, should we send someone to ask the great Sultan for reinforcements?"

The proposed pro-soldier ushered in a scolding.

"I am the bravest warrior under the Sultan's command, and you asked me to ask the Sultan for reinforcements?"

Arsahaji scolded angrily, not knowing if he was cheering himself up.

"It is impossible for Siwa Mountain to be breached, and this place will definitely become the grave of the Ming army, no matter how many people they gather to attack."

After speaking, Arsahaji drew his scimitar and personally went to the front line to boost the morale of the soldiers.

Just as Al Sahaji was boosting the morale of the Delhi army, the Siamese general Ba Song at the foot of the mountain was also boosting morale.

It's just that his way of encouraging is completely different from that of Arsahaji, and his face is extremely ugly, even a little murderous.

"The face of the coalition army has been lost by you, when you fought Jampul and Allahabad, the coalition army attacked everything, even the soldiers of the weak Phnom Penh State and the Bago Dynasty have won victories in this land.

And today, we attacked a small hill and shamefully left hundreds of corpses in vain.

Now, General Zhou of the Ming Dynasty is waiting for the news of our victory, and we are helpless here like a bunch of waste!

This is a disgrace to the military.

Now I order that all the thousands of households will be thrown into battle, and the general's personal army will serve as the law enforcement team, and all the officers above the general flag will rush to the front, and those who dare to retreat will be killed! ”

Speaking of this, Ba Song paused, and his eyes became even more gloomy.

"You are all the backbone and loyal ministers of my Siamese country, this general hopes that you can fulfill your duties, if you are unfortunately killed, then your family will be taken care of by you when I return home."

It is both a relief and an intimidation!

Several officials of thousands of households were shocked in unison, gritted their teeth and responded loudly.

"Swear to repay the general!"

One of the heaviest assaults since the Battle for the Siwa Hills began.

Nearly 4,000 Siamese soldiers under the leadership of their respective thousands and hundreds of households roared and charged towards the top of the mountain, and this offensive suddenly increased the pressure on the Delhi army on the hill a lot.

Siwa Mountain is not high, under the fierce rush of the Siamese army, Siamese soldiers have begun to climb the mountain one after another, and began to compete with the Delhi army inch after inch of position.

The two armies on the battlefield were completely fought, and all of Al Sahaj's attention was inevitably attracted by this Siamese army.

He shouted loudly for the whole army to cheer up and drive the invading Ming army down the hill, but he did not realize that on his flank, another army had sneaked up.

At first, there were very few people climbing up the mountain, and then these people handed over and pulled up more soldiers from the steep mountain road one by one.

The soldiers of the Ava dynasty have arrived!

Al Sahaji was still preoccupied with fending off the Siamese frontal attack, when the rain of arrows that fell sharply from behind him nearly caused him to tumble off the hill.

"Where's the attack?"

Arsahaji looked back in horror and saw an army dressed in the same costume as the Siamese army that had attacked the mountain before.

They did not know whether to continue to resist the Siamese in front of them, or whether they should turn their blades and repel the enemy who attacked behind them, and at this time, Arsahaji's indecision completely destroyed the entire Siwa Mountain.

This confidant general, who was entrusted with a heavy task by Mahmud, only ordered his own personal captain to lead the 180 men to resist the sneak attack of the Ava army.

He remained on the frontal battlefield and asked his army to resist with him.

The soldiers of the Delhi army had to guard against the arrows behind them and carefully dodge the long knives that were about to be cut in front of them, and in less than a moment, they collapsed.

"Can't escape, can't escape!"

There was not even a single soldier with him, and he was not even qualified to form a field law enforcement team, so he could only shout loudly in vain, trying to reunite the army with the power of faith.

But he was greeted by the bloodshot eyes of several Siamese soldiers.

Arsahaji was killed in battle, and at least in the end, the Turkic Green Cultist exercised his courage and did not choose to be a shameful fugitive general.

Zhou Yunfan's military boots set foot on this land.

"General, we not only routed the enemy, but also captured hundreds."

Before Ba Song's words were finished, he heard Zhou Yunfan's voice.

"All killed!"