The war has reached such a point that neither side can afford to take a step back.

Even if Mahmud now regretted launching a general offensive, he would never dare to order a retreat.

Once the army is loosened at this time, then it will be defeated in an instant, and the whole army will be wiped out.

Mahmud could only pray, praying that his army would be able to meet the Ming army in close combat after withstanding heavy artillery fire and arrow rain, and then rely on the blessing of courage and faith to deal a heavy blow to the Ming army!

Imagination is always full.

The Green Cultists withstood artillery fire, metal storms, and a rain of arrows, and when they rushed within twenty feet of the Ming army, they saw the shield-bearers of the Ming army lined up on the left and right.

The small 'artillery' that had only made them suffer was raised in the hands of the Ming army.

Strings were lit one by one.

It's endless!

"It's still comfortable to fight like this."

There was a crackling sound like a firecracker in his ears, followed by the dense tide of green soldiers in front of him falling like crops.

Looking at this scene, Ma Dajun sighed sincerely.

The trend of war is very different from that of eight years ago, when he first joined the army, so what about another eight years?

What's the point of practicing martial arts, even if the overlord is alive, he can't bear a bombardment.

There are so many strategies and so many military battle maps in the book of war, what will be the use of them in the future.

Whichever side has more artillery, greater power, and a long firing range, which side is the natural winner.

Shaking his head to dispel the messy thoughts in his mind, Ma Dajun continued to order: "Join the formation, support the spear." ”

The front army changed, and countless coalition soldiers holding huge oars and shields came together, but these oars and shields were not boxy rules.

The shield fits up and down with the shield, except for a two-inch-wide hole at the waist.

Rods of iron spears peeking through these holes!

Mahmud's long-cherished hand-to-hand encounter did not appear, and he could only watch as his soldiers crashed into this wall of spears one after another!

Some of the sturdy Green Cultists jumped up, stepping on spears and shield walls, hoping to climb into the Ming army's military formation, but when they crossed the shield wall, they saw a pair of Mitsubishi thorns reflecting the cold light.

The rifle is hung with a bayonet, which can be far and close.

"Enter!"

The spearmen crouching behind the shield wall kept stabbing their spears along the holes and retracting them, as if they were making some kind of shameful movement, and the gurgling blood would drain to his feet with each withdrawal.

Fortunately, the Ming army used a turret shield instead of an iron shield, otherwise this army formation would not be able to push at all.

"Fighting a war has always been an art, not a brute force."

This kind of words came out of Ma Dajun's mouth, and all the soldiers around him couldn't help laughing.

Whenever you cut people, it was not your dignified marshal who took the lead, but now it is good, but you still look down on Mahmud.

"Great Sultan, this battle cannot be fought like this again."

Several cowardly governors approached Mahmud and pleaded: "The front army cannot advance, the middle army and the two wings will have to endure the shelling from Mount Siwa all the time, and the children of Allah cannot be the living targets of the Ming people, so I beg you to order the collection of troops." ”

The battle situation is unfavorable, and there are still a bunch of dragging rubbish around him!

Mahmud only felt that his throat and eyes were a little sweet, and he endured it for several minutes before he suppressed the churning qi and blood in his chest, and roared in a low voice with red eyes.

"You can't retreat, you can't retreat at this time."

"If we continue to fight, once the children's will collapses, it will be all over."

Governor Niwai, who had been reprimanded by Mahmud earlier, jumped out again and shouted: "If you are not willing to withdraw your troops, Sultan, then I will order my children to withdraw to Niwai first." ”

Governor Nivai's proposal was echoed by a small part, a situation that shocked Mahmud.

"We must not retreat, once we withdraw our troops now, the army will be destroyed."

"Then Mingjin will withdraw the troops, and let's go back to Delhi with the whole army."

The pressing of the dozen governors around him made Mahmud's chest tighten, and he snorted, and suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

"Sultan!"

"Sultan!"

This scene frightened Mahmud's own soldiers, and the big guys helped Mahmud into the tent in a mess, and worked hard to bring tea and water to relieve the depression in Mahmud's chest.

"You can't retreat, if you retreat, at most two years, our Delhi Sultanate will be destroyed."

Mahmud breathed a sigh of relief, trying to reassure the army by returning his state to the peak of his peace.

"Now that the front army of our army has bitten together with the army of the Ming Dynasty, even if they want to open artillery, they can only play the role of attacking, and in fact, they dare not bombard them in a large area.

So the disadvantage we see now is not an absolute disadvantage, as long as the frontal defense line of the Ming army is torn apart, we have hope for this battle. ”

I have to say that Mahmoud has the insight of an excellent general, and he also has enough resilience and determination not to admit defeat easily.

Unfortunately, he did not have absolute control over this army.

The composition of the forty military groups made the so-called once-powerful Delhi Sultanate more like a plate of scattered sand.

Each governor had his own tribes, armies, and fiefdoms, and they exercised absolute power rather than blindly obeying Mahmud's leadership.

Where there are warriors, there will be cowards.

It wasn't just the waste governors of Nivai who were bent on retreating, as the war dragged on, more and more governors approached Mahmud and asked for a call in for troops.

"The morale of the army is weakened and the people's hearts are turned away, this is not a crime of war!"

Mahmud was still very cultured, and he loudly refuted a group of short-sighted governors, and then had to sigh.

"Mingjin retreats."

The Delhi Sultanate can't bear it!

When the piercing sound of the golden gong sounded, the Delhi army, which had already been bombarded by the Ming army's artillery, began to retreat according to the military formation drilled by Pingsuri, but among them, some of the green cultists who had been frightened ran a little faster.

The artillery fire of the Ming army never stopped, which meant that the killing and death continued.

And at such a fatal moment, the comrades-in-arms around him are alive because they run fast, so what will others do?

Panic began to spread among the Delhi army.

One person runs, ten people run.

And then millions.

This is like the battle of the river, no one can understand how the army of more than 800,000 people was blocked from crossing the river, and was scattered in a hurry after being attacked by a small resistance that was not even qualified for a setback.

Perhaps, the current Delhi army can explain the reason for this.

That's panic.

Many of the Chinese army's Green Cultists were still able to maintain their own military formations, but when they found that their comrades behind them began to flee frantically, they were also stunned.

Then, they made the most wrong and normal choice:

Follow in the footsteps of your comrades!

This is the saying: the defeat is like a mountain.

This scene fell into the eyes of Ma Dajun, which made the latter start to look up to the sky and laugh: "God-given opportunity, God-sent opportunity!"

This is indeed a great honor that God has sent to my army.

The herald ordered the cavalry on both wings to chase and kill and crush the enemy. ”

"Congratulations to the marshal."

The captain of Ma Dajun's personal soldiers is also smiling, the so-called glory and glory, Ma Dajun's meritorious service, he can also get a lot of rewards.

"The marshal uses soldiers like a god, and no matter how many barbarians there are, they are like chickens and dogs in front of the marshal, and they can be broken by turning their palms."

"That's not what you're saying."

Ma Dajun smiled happily, but still modestly waved his hand and replied: "This battle is not the work of this commander alone, it all depends on the advantages of the imperial court's armament, the enemy Chinese army is covered by artillery fire, and is deeply tortured all the time, so he heard the golden drum and fled in panic."

If you want to say the credit, the great credit is also in my emperor.

Range is the truth, and this is a golden saying. ”

The pro-soldier smiled and scratched his head, and said longingly.

"In this battle, the marshal will be awarded a first-class medal, and he will be more than a national official."

Bit than the country?

Ma Dajun was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head to look in the direction of Nanjing.