"Forty."

"Thirty."

Before Li Dingguo could count a hundred times, the Indian soldiers on the battlefield began to crumble.

The rate of Indian casualties is simply too high. More than 60,000 people were killed in the Indian pursuit of the "rout" of the Yizi battalion, but when the main force was engaged with the Ming people just now, they were bombarded by shotguns and killed more than 20,000 people. The casualty rate has reached a staggering 40 per cent.

In this seventeenth century, no feudal army could withstand such casualties. The Indian soldiers were already full of fear.

The number of Indian soldiers who could still fight on the battlefield was already smaller than that of Li Laosi's people, and their spirits had collapsed to the limit. When they found out that white-knuckle warfare could not win against the soldiers of the Ming Kingdom, the whole morale collapsed.

First, in one or two places, Indian soldiers began to turn and flee. In some parts, the Indian soldiers were surrounded by the superior forces of the Yizi battalion and the samurai army, and the Indian soldiers in these places collapsed first.

These psychologically fragile cowards discarded their heavy "Formosa" rifles and fled westward. The rout of these soldiers led to the deterioration of the situation for the Indians, bringing down the entire front. Soon, all the Indian soldiers began to flee.

The Indian army collapsed.

The Indian soldiers turned into wolf rush in an instant, rushing into the mountains and forests - most of the Indian soldiers knew that they would be chased by the Ming people if they escaped from the road, and they chose to dig into the ravine, hoping to escape with their lives through those dense forests!

Li Laosi waved his fist excitedly and said loudly: "Pursuit!" Chase the Indians! ”

The horn of the Chinese army sounded again, encouraging the whole army to pursue and kill the Indian rout.

Hezi was fighting with an Indian soldier with a white-knuckle fight, and his eyes were bloody, but he suddenly saw the Indian soldiers around him running away one after another. The Indian soldier who was fighting against the hemp saw that the situation was not right, turned around and fled.

Hemp shouted angrily: "Thief! Then he grabbed his big steel knife and chased after him.

Seeing that the Indians were about to flee, the lynx picked up a spear on the ground and threw it at the Indian deserters. An Indian soldier was stabbed in the waist by a bobcat and fell to the ground screaming.

The lynx rushed up with a steel knife and shouted, "It's ten taels again!" ”

Humayun rode on the mountain road, looking at the total collapse of the Indian army, his mouth wide open.

Lost?

The good fortune that the Dutch envoy has brought to himself for more than a year is over? His good fortune in sweeping through northern India is gone, and the 200,000 troops that India poured out of the nest are lost?

200,000 troops are defeated in Burma, will the order in India collapse? Will the princes of the states betray themselves because of their incompetence? Will the Mughal Empire collapse as a result.

Humayun's face was like ashes, and his body began to tremble.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the Dutch envoy Wittmann left Humayun behind, flicked his horsewhip and fled westward. This Dutchman was originally using Humayun, and at this life-and-death juncture, he only thought about his own life, and he didn't bother to say a word of nonsense to Humayun.

The other Indian princes looked at each other for a while, then turned around and ran away.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the guards around Humayun took the reins of Humayun's mount and rode Humayun's mount to the west.

The guards of honor and bannermen behind Humayun saw that the emperor and nobles had also fled, and finally understood that the battle had been defeated. They threw away everything they had and chased after Humayun one by one.

There was no war in the valley anymore, and there were Indian soldiers running wildly and Ming soldiers in hot pursuit.

Humayun fled with his guards, and fled for more than ten miles on the winding mountain road, when he met an Indian prince who was also riding a horse.

That prince was a prince of Jharkhand, called Bardip, who was also a Persianized Mongol who invaded India with Humayun's ancestors and became a nobleman.

Bardip recognized Humayun as emperor just last year. However, at this time, Humayun had lost 200,000 men, and Bardip's eyes were full of anger when he looked at Humayun. Seeing Humayun's mount and some of his guards rushing towards him, Bardip not only did not go up to follow him, but took his horned bow from the saddle with his backhand.

Humayun was of mediocre ability and did not have much prestige in the aristocratic circles of the Mughal Empire. At this time, Bardeep had already made the incompetent Humayun a sinner of the Mughal Empire. In his eyes, Humayun was a Dutch puppet with the title of emperor.

How could there be a collapse of two hundred thousand Mughal warriors if it wasn't for this waste emperor? These people were the foundation of the Mughal Empire's rule over India. Now that the army has collapsed, how much will the Mughal warriors be able to escape from Burma?

Without hesitation, Bardeep shot an arrow at Humayun.

Humayun looked at the large arrows that shot at him, and he was shocked and lowered his head in panic.

The arrow missed Humayun's mount, but it landed on Humayun's mount. Humayun's horse was struck by an arrow in the neck and fell forward and fell on the road between the valleys.

Humayun was thrown to the ground by his horse, screamed, and was shaken.

Baldip didn't stop shooting one arrow, and then set up his horned bow and shot a second arrow.

The guards around Humayun looked at each other for a while, and they all understood that Humayun was gone.

Even the local princes shot arrows at Humayun! Obviously, Humayun, who lost 200,000 of India's elite, would be spurned by all Indian nobles and warriors, and would no longer be able to become the supreme emperor of India. Humayun will either die in Burma or will return home to face the wrath of the states and face a wave of rebellions.

Just like when Humayun first succeeded to the throne more than 20 years ago, he was spurned by all Indian princes because of his incompetence and incompetence.

The guards howled and rushed towards Bardeep.

But this is just a cover for the escape. Halfway through, they abandoned their goal and fled westward.

Bardeep snorted coldly when he saw Humayun's betrayal. As if he had concluded that Humayun could not escape from Burma, he no longer bothered Humayun and fled westward.

Humayun, who was gasping on the ground, looked at the fleeing guards and couldn't get up for a long time.

When he finally recovered and struggled to get up from the ground, he saw a Ming cavalry riding a Mongolian horse.

Li Laosi saw that the Indian soldiers and horses were gone, and sent cavalry to chase and kill the Indian generals.

Humayun's face turned white, and he rushed into the mountains and forests without hesitation.

However, he was wearing gorgeous steel armor and couldn't run fast at all. He ran forward with all his strength for more than ten seconds, and he had just reached the edge of the dense forest.

The cavalry saw that a great Indian nobleman was about to flee into the mountains and forests, and rode to the vicinity of Humayun. They raised their rifles and fired a volley into Humayun's back.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Humayun was hit by at least three bullets in his back, screamed and collapsed on the edge of the mountains and forests of Myanmar.