The three brothers in later generations have a divine drama, "King Baahubali", the king of Indian history has simply become the Monkey King, the mountains and mountains are crossed with bare hands, and he can simply fly in mid-air, and commanding the war is also a complete anti-Japanese drama.

Sometimes, though, it seems that such war scenes are not so exaggerated.

In mid-April, in Suliba, the main force of the Mughal Empire's Bengal province, 70,000 troops, faced off against the more than 50,000 rebels of the Maratha princely state of Kulna.

In terms of morale, the Marathas are still so high, they have just crushed the two directly controlled princely states of Bengal, and they have not even encountered any decent resistance, even if those low-caste light infantry have plundered a lot of valuable things, and the profit of 200% is enough to make people take risks, and now although the Bengali army is thickly blocked in front of them, the descendants of these fighting peoples seem to have crossed them and seen the mosque court at the golden dome of Chittagong.

On the horizon, a large group of "martial arts masters" formed a slightly messy formation, rushing towards the dense imperial army, these third brother version of the iron pen scholars, tiger claws and two heroes held high all kinds of Qimen weapons, and showed off their strength to the opposing imperial army.

Not to mention, the Marathas had been synonymous with warriors during the long years of the Delhi Sultanate, and it was a terrified commotion to see so many Marathas roaring at them, and the light infantry army, which consisted mainly of improvised townspeople.

However, as if turning a blind eye to the whispers of his subordinates, the Nawab of Bengal, the vice king of Jastanpur, who had the blood of the Golden Family in his veins, waved his back unconcernedly.

On both sides of the turret, the elephant slave soldiers wearing gold-plated chain mail immediately stretched out the torches to both sides, and the war elephants that were still hurrying forward in the drive of the elephant trainers trembled violently twice, and in the loud roar, ten war elephants and twenty heavy stone cannonballs smashed into the Maratha "martial arts master" military formation.

It is estimated that these martial arts masters are missing the iron cloth shirt of the golden bell cover, and in the crisp sound of clicking, the stone cannon flowed twenty bright red blood marks in the dense crowd.

There was still a distance of more than 500 meters, but it was attacked by artillery fire, and the Kshatriya nobles of the various Maratha clans directly roared angrily and gave the order to charge, and the mighty Maratha warriors rushed directly towards the imperial army like a pouring flood.

However, in terms of military command, the Mughal Empire is indeed superior, in the face of the overwhelming charge of martial arts masters, despite the panic, but the heavy central light infantry group is still under the orders of Persian Turkic officers at all levels, slowly forming a phalanx to meet the battle, and after marching for three minutes, the elephant cannon weighing hundreds of pounds is sprayed with a second artillery fire against the swarming crowd.

Once again, these giant-level meat tanks set off a storm of blood in the crowd.

I remember that in the later games, the 400-meter run was the most difficult one, which not only required speed explosion in sprinting, but also needed some endurance support for long-distance running.

But at this time, the marching imperial army came to a halt, and with the obscure shouting of the Persian officers, in the sound of a loud noise, more than 3,000 arquebusiers rushed out of front of the military formation, and lay across the three rows of the thick central army formation.

With a shout and a crackling sound of popping beans, the panting iron pen scholars and the yin and yang judges fell down in a big chunk.

Fortunately, this is already forty or fifty meters close to the front formation, and the Maratha warriors have a morale bonus against these ordinary Indian native soldiers, roaring and fighting with the last trace of strength, the army of martial arts masters finally collided with the central army formation.

Flutter flutter flutter ~ Blood splashed, the round pot lid shield and the imperial round bamboo shield Teng Shield collided fiercely, in the gap, the short spear pierced into the opponent's flesh, in the desperate scream, the front row of soldiers fell one after another, and then in this gap, the sword and shield hands in the back row and the Maratha martial arts master squeezed in again, and carried out more intense hand-to-hand combat.

However, these strange-shaped Qimen weapons, the lethality is not small, an imperial light infantry shouted in fear and untied his shield slightly, wanting to stab the short spear out, but a black tiger claw grabbed the edge of his round shield fiercely, and ripped down to open a void, and in the next second, the entire pupil of this unlucky light infantry was a tiger claw caught by his face.

"Ahhhhh!!hh

With his eyes pulled out, the bridge of his nose broken, and his lips covered his bleeding face like sliced sausages, the Imperial light infantry threw away his weapons and knelt on his knees screaming miserably.

On the other end, the judge's double pen specialized in the next three roads, almost half-squatting, and several iron pen scholars pierced directly under the shield of the imperial infantry group, and with a few fluttering sounds, their knees were pierced into the same painful track of the translucent town militia, and the two smooth judge's pens pierced like the wind, and pierced straight down the abdomen to the chest, and the fallen imperial light infantry had two rows of neat blood holes on their bodies.

But just as the Marathasians on the front line were showing off their kung fu to their heart's content, under a loud hiss, the long nose wearing sharp armor and heavy armor jerked over, and in the boom, four or five iron pen scholars had a bloody cut in their chests by the metal thorns of the elephant's trunk, and flew out wildly spurting blood.

Below, a Maratha warrior with a sword and a grass shield narrowly avoided the elephant's trunk at the last moment, and rolled over, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly a shadow suddenly appeared above his head again, and in his cry of fear, the heavy elephant's legs trampled hard.

In the era of cold weapons, the strongest infantry in the West, the Alexander Legion had been killed in front of the fangs of these guys, and the Marathas, who also belonged to the Light Infantry Legion, had no advantage, and the ten-headed war elephants roared like ten tanks and rushed into the crowd, no matter what iron pen scholars or tiger claws and two heroes, they didn't even have the strength to block for a moment, a person who was thrown by the elephant's trunk turned on his horse, and the corpses trampled by the elephant's feet were piled up, followed by these "tanks", The Imperial Light Infantry Legion, which had been beaten and was powerless, also mustered up the courage to follow suit, and the short spear pierced fiercely, spreading the wound torn open by the war elephant in fear.

After more than twenty minutes of fierce fighting, the ferocious Marathas were already in danger of being cut.

"Scrap wood!"

This scene was to let the edge command the cavalry phalanx, and the military governor Mir Mir. Gabr looked extremely disappointed, put down the binoculars he had gotten from Akito, and raised his horsewhip fiercely.

"Charge!"

The sound of rumbling horses' hooves suddenly became dense, and on the right flank, the Lapjet cavalry, which was slowly moving forward, seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and in an instant it boiled and charged towards the left flank of the Maratha war group, and it didn't take long for the Fengyi cavalry and Caiyi cavalry on the right flank to raise their whips violently, and the two cavalry rushed directly from the unreasonable ferocity of the two wings into the Maratha battle formation, and in front of the galloping war horse, the Maratha warriors wearing bamboo armor and even simply shirtless were knocked into the air like rag dolls.

Finally, the Maratha warriors, known for their bravery and skillful fighting, began to collapse

Subali Battlefield, dusk.

The bloody battle lasted for more than a day, at least 20,000 of the 50,000 Marathas were killed on the battlefield, the corpses of the mountains stretched from the main battlefield for miles back, the amazing smell of blood attracted countless crows, vultures and flies hovering over the battlefield, and even the buzzing sound of flies flapping their wings was terrifying.

The Marathas were fierce and aggressive, but they forgot that if they had been able to defeat the Mughals, the Delhi Sultanate would not have perished.

There were a few more scars on the body of the war elephant, but it didn't seem to be a big deal, the two elephant cannons were disarmed, the tired war elephant knelt on the ground, and deftly rolled the banana into his mouth with the nose that had just killed countless people, and a Turkic general was holding a plate, and ran over in a hurry, kneeling heavily on the ground, and raised the silver plate high with both hands.

The red silk of the plate was lifted, revealing the hideous human head inside.

The head of the princely king Kurkuna!

A thorn in the Bengali Suba, which had been piercing the Sulna Maratha for hundreds of years, was destroyed in his own hands, and Nawabjasthanpur took a few deep breaths of the blood-soaked air as if he were intoxicated.

It was at this time that the military governor Mir. Jabr also ran over in high spirits, handing up a bucket of parchment rolls with both hands.

"Nawab, the paperwork sent by Wu Sangui, a Tang man from Calcutta!"

Although Wu Sangui is really on the list, but this kid's drill camp is indeed what Jastanbull likes, just won a big battle, it is estimated that these British and Tang people will have to give a large sum of money to reward the army, the mood is right, Nawabu stretched out his hand and broke the fire stick on the parchment roll, but after only looking at it for two or three seconds, the smile on his face disappeared, his deep eyes were completely shrouded in murderous aura, and a pair of sharp curly beards trembled violently because of anger, and threw the parchment roll into a pool of blood, The native emperor of Bengal roared furiously.

"Rebels, bold!"

"By the order of the king, the army went south, and struck at Calcutta!!"

Just as Nawab's roar resounded through the battlefield, it was a busy scene in the setting sun of Calcutta.

The fine harbor could not be stopped, and the large and small sailing ships filled the huge sea like a city on the sea, lining up to land on the neat cement harbor, pushing heavy cannons, round powder kegs, and holding bundles of neat flintlock muskets, and groups of Ming soldiers landed on land from sailing ships in turn.

The remnants of the Left Army, which was defeated on the Huguang battlefield, was absorbed by the Xuzhou Legion, and were transported to Taiwan for special training as mercenaries of the East India Company, finally arrived.

Looking at a golden sea, the ambition in the pupils couldn't stop bursting out, and the corners of Wu Sangui's mouth also evoked a wolf-like smile to ask Baidu to "throw the book network" Thank you for your support!