While Dolgon was estimating the strength of the two sides, Marshal Kgrid, who led the Persian Empire's army, also glanced at the Manchurian iron cavalry army and estimated the strength of the two sides.

When he saw the cavalry of the nearly 60,000 servant armies of the three major khanates, Marshal Kgride had no surprises, whether it was wearing or using the same weapons as in these years, and the strength was relatively easy to estimate, about 80,000 to 90,000 foot soldiers could deal with it.

When he saw the more than 30,000 Iron Cavalry of the Eight Banners with armor behind Dolgon, Marshal Kegrad couldn't help frowning a little worriedly, and the steel knife in the hand of the Eight Banners was obviously brighter than the scimitars of the servants of the three khanates, and it should be sharper. If it is calculated according to the fact that the cavalry has armor and the combat effectiveness increases by three to fifty percent, it means that the more than 30,000 full eight banners are at least equivalent to 50,000 ordinary iron horses.

No! It's definitely not as simple as 50,000 ordinary nomadic iron riders!

Marshal Kegrad thought that the Manchus had conquered the three khanates in just one year, and according to intelligence, the Manchurians' descendants of the Eight Banners had never exceeded 40,000, and that's the case, they conquered the three khanates in such a short period of time, perhaps because of the talent of their Khan, but the more than 30,000 Manchurian Eight Banners Iron Cavalry with armor were definitely not weaker than the 70,000 or 80,000 ordinary iron horses.

Of the 170,000 troops of the empire, there were only another 90,000 left, except for at least 80,000 foot soldiers to deal with the servant armies of the three khanates. If it weren't for the fact that the empire also had 10,000 armored cavalry and 3,000 hoplites, it would definitely not have much advantage in the face of more than 30,000 Manchu Banners with sharper armor and steel swords. Although he has the advantage now, there are still 10,000 iron horsemen of the enemy in the city, and in the event of an emergency, he will inevitably rush out and fight.

In the end, the empire's 90,000 troops had to deal with more than 30,000 well-equipped Manchu Eight Banners and another 10,000 cavalry in the city who could go out of the city to support at any time.

The empire may have a better chance of victory, but these 170,000 troops are the last elite of the empire, and they must be kept to deal with the Ottoman Turks in the west, and there must be no heavy casualties.

Marshal Kleft sighed helplessly, this battle is difficult!

While sighing, Marshal Kegrad glanced at the soldiers behind him, and saw that the soldiers behind him had anger on their faces, and their morale was not weak, which undoubtedly gave him a lot of comfort, in the end, for the strangers who had insulted Allah, the people of Allah were willing to sacrifice their lives for Allah and make the enemy pay a heavy price. In any case, the Empire has a better chance of winning this battle!

Just as Marshal Kfried had just finished estimating the strength of both sides and was about to order the Imperial soldiers to fight the other side first, he did not know that a great danger was about to descend on him from the walls of Murkara, about seven or eight hundred meters from his position.

On the wall of Murkara, twenty-seven imitation field god cannons have all been loaded, waiting for an order to push forward and aim and fire.

Zihar and twenty-seven other gunners who would aim their cannons were determining the position of the Persian commander.

"East, that point!" Zihar is worthy of being Dolgon's right-hand man, and through his clothing and some military formation characteristics, he suddenly confirmed the specific location of the Persian commander.

Twenty-seven gunners nodded, indicating that they had seen it.

Zihar made a gesture to Dolgon, and then ordered the twenty-seven gunners to return to their cannons at once, to move them forward to the edge of the wall, and then quickly aim and fire.

Under the city, seeing Zihar's gesture, a cold light flashed in Dorgon's eyes.

"Boom! The divisions are ready to attack! Dolgon drew his five-foot-long steel knife as he gave the order to charge!

"Boom! Boom! Qiang"

All the horsemen drew their weapons, their blades shining in the daylight.

There is no doubt that the commander of the Persian Empire did not want the Empire's army to suffer heavy casualties, and Dolgon also did not want too many casualties among the Eight Banners under his command, so he prepared a plan to behead him from the beginning! With twenty-seven cannons in an instant, he bombarded the place where the commander of the Persian Empire was located, according to his estimates, at least eighty percent sure that the commander of the Persian Empire could be killed directly, in that way, the Persian Emperor ** team had no leader, and the morale would inevitably decline, and then he would charge with the iron cavalry in an instant, and it would be easy to defeat the Persian Empire army!

On the city wall, seeing that the regent and the iron horsemen were ready, Zihar's raised right hand slammed down.

"Cannon forward!"

More than 100 Manchurian artillerymen immediately quickly pushed the twenty-seven imitation Shenwu field cannons to the edge of the city wall, and the muzzles of the black holes exposed the city.

"Aim!" The specific position had already been looked at just now, so the full gunner aimed extremely fast, and it only took less than ten breaths to complete the aim.

"Fire!" Zihar yelled.

"Boom, boom, boom" Twenty-seven imitation field Shenwu cannons fired in a volley, and a thick white smoke drifted away from the city with the roar of the cannons.

Twenty-seven shells pierced the air in the sky and flew with the breath of death towards the headquarters of the Persian Empire, eight hundred meters away.

The moment the cannon fire rang out at the head of the city, it attracted the attention of Marshal Kerrid, the commander of the Persian Empire's army.

"Cannon!" Old Kgrid's eyes widened.

"Marshal be careful!" One of Marshal Kgreid's personal guards did not hesitate to throw Kgreid into the chariot where he was spectator.

At this moment, twenty-seven shells also hit.

The powerful shells exploded, and the flames and violent explosions enveloped the land in a radius of nearly 100 meters.

"Marshal!"

"Marshal Kgreid!"

A large number of Persian generals and soldiers roared in horror, looking at the place shrouded in fire and violent explosions, their faces turned pale and their eyes widened in horror, they could not predict whether their commander, Field Marshal Kgrid, would survive such an explosion.

The morale of the Persian Empire was greatly reduced at this moment!

"The commander of the Persian Empire is dead!"

"Kill"

Dolgon didn't care whether the commander of the Persian Empire army was really blown up or not, he saw the opportunity, and after roaring, he immediately led 90,000 iron cavalry to attack, and instantly rushed towards the 170,000 Persian Empire army with extremely compelling power, and there was a domineering momentum that crushed the 170,000 elite army of the Persian Empire in one fell swoop.