Tirawal, the commander of the city of Bennu, stood on the crumbling walls of the city and looked in disbelief at the plains below that had become wilderness, and the terrible Chinese army that had been stationed under the city of Bennu yesterday had disappeared in a single night. [Full text reading]

Tilawall couldn't help but stretch out his hand and rub his eyes, and after carefully examining it, he sent the cavalry out of the city to reconnoitre, and after two hours, the cavalry who had been trembling rushed back excitedly, and before they had entered the city, these people were already shouting loudly under the tower, excitedly chanting the real name of the master, that is, the sages they admired.

After hearing the report of the returning cavalry, the Sikh army, which had become emaciated by the shelling of the Chinese army for several days, could not help but cheer excitedly, and even cried with joy, they really did not expect that they had thought that they had been trapped in the city of Bennu and had no way to live, but in the blink of an eye, the terrible enemy quietly retreated, making them extremely glad that they had survived in the end.

At the same moment, the 117th Division of the Indian Field Army of the Liang Army, which had already left Bennu City at night, had already arrived at the main stream of the Indus River in the early morning of the second day, and was crossing this wide river with the help of the Indus River Inland River Fleet.

Zou Yu was standing on the bank of the river, watching his subordinates board the boat in an orderly manner, and in less than twenty minutes, all the troops would be able to board the boat and leave the west bank of the Indus River.

"Report to the division commander, all the cavalry of the reconnaissance battalion has been returned, and the Sikhs in Bennu have no intention of pursuing, and they have not done anything other than to repair Bennu since they found out that we were leaving. It seems that we have already been scared. Yang Leiyan galloped to Zou Yu and reported loudly.

Zou Yu nodded lightly: "Okay, let the reconnaissance battalion also prepare to board the ship, we must speed up, at the latest tonight, we must rush to Miyanwali, before all the Indian forces and the Sikhs react, take here." ”

"Yes!" Yang Leiyan agreed loudly, and Le Ma turned around and rushed to the other end.

Zou Yu's eyes looked at the rushing waters of the Indus River, and he took a breath. Suddenly, I saw my hometown again, the rushing river in front of my house, I had been away from my hometown for five years, and so far, except for sending a few letters to my home and some money, I have not returned at all.

Annam, Luzon, Mindanao, Java, and even Australia, in the past few years, he has followed Liang Pengfei to conquer the south and the north, and went out of the country, on the ocean, on the islands, with those natives, and those Western colonizers, after countless wars, from a penniless scholar, to now a general who can afford to hold a gun, command more than 10,000 soldiers and horses, and crisscross the Indian Peninsula.

He gradually faded away from the bookish anger of his early years, faded away from jerkiness and fear, and now he is no longer the sad spring and autumn, except for the reader who masturbates with poetry and books, but is already a soldier who understands the dignity of the nation and understands the general trend of the world.

Zou Yu had a scar on his side, but his still handsome face showed a hint of excitement, and he softly recited the Tang poem he had liked since he was a child: "Why don't men take Wu Hook and collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures." Please go to Lingyan Pavilion temporarily, if you are a scholar and a marquis! …… Husband, it should be so! ”

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Not far from the east bank of the Indus River, Miyanvali, a place that had long been unremarkable, a small town with a population of less than 100,000, was on the outskirts of the city, and the shepherds who had returned at dusk were riding their camels and driving their fat herds, and with the sound of a black voice, they were walking through the fat and green fields of golden amaranth, and the gates of Miyanvali were still open, and the people were either carrying goods on their heads, or pulling cattle in and out of the gates, shouting loudly, It was as if I was going to finish my last business and then go home and have a good dinner. A natural and harmonious pastoral landscape.

A snake charmer with a shirtless body. In an open space outside the city gate, the melodious and mysterious flute sounded, and several colorful cobras raised their flat heads and made a slight sound, and the evil triangular eyes were looking at the instrument in the hand of the snake charmer, and the red snake letter came and went, and the sharp fangs flickered in the snake's mouth, causing the crowd of onlookers to exclaim.

A water seller was shouting loudly, attracting an old man who was a little thirsty to watch the snake charmer's performance, took out a coin, and filled it with a glass of lemonade poured from the water bag, and was about to drink it when he suddenly saw a ripple on the calm water surface of the cup, and the old man could not help but be stunned.

"What's wrong?" The water seller thought that the old man had spotted some dirt in the cup, and he approached it, but found that the ripples in the cup seemed to be getting denser and denser, so dense that even the earth seemed to tremble.

The vipers, by animal instinct, seemed to have spotted the danger, and despite the call of the snake charmer's flute, they rushed towards the crowd, as if trying to get their way, and the men fled screaming.

"What's going on?" One of the soldiers of the city of Miyanvali, who was also in the crowd to watch the commotion, shouted and cursed, and retreated in fear, lest the frightened vipers pounce on him.

"Over there, look over there!" At this time, a child who was climbing a tree to watch the excitement suddenly pointed to the south and screamed loudly.

In the south, a large amount of smoke and dust swept up in the air, like a terrible sandstorm, and the horizon was gradually covered by countless sensational shadows that emerged, and faintly rolled thunder into the ears of the people and soldiers of the city of Miyanvali.

"Cavalry, O Allah, is cavalry, cavalry of brigades!" Suddenly, the soldier screamed, and came nearer, as if the iron knight had collapsed like a mountain and the earth had cracked.

A blood-red banner fluttering high in the wind roared fiercely, and gradually, they could see that the cavalryman's armor was pure crisp black, shiny black, with a demonic and murderous black...... "Chinese cavalry!" Come on! Those demons are coming! Someone screamed, turned and fled backwards with all his might, and the city of Miyanvali, which had seemed peaceful and harmonious, suddenly became a chicken and a dog jumping.

The screams and cries of the people did not last long before they were drowned out by the sound of hoofs that grew louder and louder, like thunder exploding in the ears.

Just when it was only a mile away from the city of Miyanvali, the huge torrent of iron horses that was rushing forward suddenly shone with countless cold lights, and thousands of sabers pointed at the sky in unison, like blazing lightning, fiercely attacking the city of Miyanvali.

"Allah is above, how could these Chinese be here?! That cavalry regiment? "The city guard of the city of Miyanvali had not even had time to put on his armor, and had just rushed to the head of the city in a gorgeous silk robe, when he saw the Chinese iron horsemen swarming towards him like a violent wind, and the wheat fields on the outskirts of the city were instantly flooded wherever they passed. Froze's heart was directly frozen, he had long heard of a Chinese cavalry regiment cruising in the Indus Valley, coming and going like the wind, terrifying all the Indian and Sikh armies.

They have turned countless Indian and Sikh armies into the ghosts of their hooves in the Indus Valley, and all those who dare to resist in their passage will only be cold corpses.

But they had always been active in the southern part of the Indus Valley, and they never imagined that one day they would appear in front of the humble town of Mijanvali.

The Indian defenders at the head of the city had already been so frightened by the sudden arrival of the Chinese iron cavalry that they even forgot to close the city gate, threw down their scimitars and bows and arrows, and tried to flee towards the other side of the city of Miyanvali, as if only the farther away from this famous Chinese iron cavalry would their lives be safer.

"Don't outflank, let them escape, it's best to let them inform the surrounding Indian kings earlier, and let them send troops over." Peng Shijie, the commander of the most powerful cavalry reinforcement regiment in the Indian field army, watched his cavalry pour into the city of Miyanvali, which seemed to have no power to resist at all, with a flash flood, and couldn't help but spit contemptuously, and loudly gave orders to the heralds beside him.

"This kind of rush battle is really too unchallenged." Next to him, Nie Shaochuan, a staff officer of the regiment, had already inserted the saber in his hand into the sheath, looking unwilling.

"Hehe, I don't know if Zou Yu, the commander of the iceberg division, led the 117th Division to Miyanvali City, and when he saw that our cavalry regiment had occupied the city, he would be surprised to dislocate his jaw?" Peng Shijie laughed out loud.

Nie Shaochuan pursed his lips with a look of disdain: "Senior Commander Zou? Come on, even if you point a gun at his head, his expression won't change, that guy, I think it's just like what the young master said, the whole cool brother who is indifferent on the outside and fanatical on the inside. ”

"Okay, I said that you are both high-ranking commanders, why are you still gossiping like this all day long?" The political commissar of the regiment next to him really couldn't stand it, so he had to open his mouth to stop these two idle guys. "However, I really didn't expect that Miyanvali City would have one or two thousand men and horses, but they didn't even resist, it seems that they were frightened by our reputation."

While the three of them were standing on a hill outside the city and talking, a large number of horsemen were excitedly rushing forward from their side, rushing towards the city of Namiyanvali, and a red flag had been planted on the head of the city, and the banner representing a native king of Uttar Pradesh was falling feebly under the city gate with the wind, and was trampled to pieces by the rough heavy hooves.

(To be continued)