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Dhaka.

"I just love this!"

He said, holding a telescope and looking at the other side.

There, a charge formation of 300 war elephants was moving slowly, majestic and mighty war elephants with terrifying slender tusks, hunched wooden niches with exquisite carvings depicting various ornate patterns on their backs, soldiers armed with spears and flintlock pistols standing high on them, in order to resist the bullets of the Ming army, the elephants also wore wrought iron masks on their foreheads, like monsters sweeping across the battlefield in Lord of the Rings, stepping on the ground and shaking the mountains gradually accelerated.

On the flanks of the war elephants, the cavalry armed with spears and wearing chain mail also began to advance, followed by a phalanx of infantry under black pressure.

This is the army of Bengali Nawab defending Dhaka, this governor is not stupid enough to hide in the castle to suffer from the shells of the Ming army, in fact, in the record of the Ming army, there is no example of a castle that can survive forty-eight hours in front of this terrifying army, whether it is the ancient oriental city wall or the European-style fortress, all of them are crushed under the flames of large-caliber naval guns or heavy rockets and magic fire bombs, and the cities of Malacca, Batavia, and Hanoi were all instantly broken under the first round of attacks.

Lord Nawab knew very well that Dhaka would not be stronger than these forts.

And the field war is more promising.

After all, he still has war elephants, this kind of super weapon on the battlefield of cold weapons, which is his main hope against the Ming army, but war elephants are useless when defending the city, and only on the battlefield of the field can they show the domineering spirit of sweeping thousands of troops.

Especially when the Ming army was just beginning to land.

But alas, he was wrong again.

"Let's get started!"

Wang Song said with satisfaction.

"Order the artillery to fire!"

Ye Ming, the commander of the Sixth Infantry Brigade beside him, immediately said.

Not far from them, there was an arc-shaped parapet wall that was hurriedly piled up with sandbags, and behind the parapet, eighteen of the latest breech field guns suddenly spewed flames, eighteen three-inch shells, that is, ninety-six millimeters thick, and the actual weight of twenty-four catties of artillery whistled across the sky, and flew over the war elephants in front of them with eight catties of wet cotton gunpowder loaded with them, and fell in the middle of the Bengal infantry like meteors, and then exploded eighteen regiments of flames, and the main warriors who were shattered in the flames flew into the sky.

The Ming Army has begun the third rearmament, and the second army of the Guards is actually the first to reequip, they have eliminated the front-loading rifled guns, replaced with all the rear-loading rifled guns, and these latest guns are no longer classified by shell weight, but according to caliber and use.

This is a three-inch field gun of the Ming Dynasty.

Almost at the same time, sixteen cannons on another artillery position also let out a roar, and the shells of 64 millimeters thick and weighing 12 catties with a higher trajectory and three catties of wet cotton gunpowder fell on the Bengalis with a roar, and then turned into the light of death that harvested life.

This is a Ming two-inch howitzer.

And in the hastily dug trenches at the front line, sixty-four single-barreled rocket launchers raised at a large angle erupted with blazing flames, and sixty-four light rockets with a three-inch thick actual weight of thirty catties of wet cotton gunpowder with warheads soared into the sky like brilliant fireworks, reaching the apex of the trajectory and then falling downward, and also exploded among the warriors of the Zhen Lord.

This is a three-inch rocket launcher of the Ming Dynasty.

This is the ability of an infantry brigade of the Ming army to project a shell.

There are no mortars yet.

In fact, the technical difficulty of this thing is much higher than that of the breech-loading rifled gun, the mortar seems to be extremely simple, but the technical level has far more requirements than ordinary artillery, in fact, it was not until after the First World War that this kind of thing really had a mature foundation. On the contrary, Yang Feng now likes to use rocket artillery, which is much simpler than mortars, and Hale rockets are in the nineteenth century, so until now the Ming army's front-line infantry team still uses light rockets instead of mortars.

Another point is that mortars need smokeless propellants.

It is very exaggerated to use black powder as a mortar for propellant, and the rate of fire of the mortar is meaningless in the case of firing a shot to clean up the chamber, and now Yang Feng's explosives industry cannot meet the demand, he can only try to ensure that the warhead is filled with explosives.

Eighteen new three-inch field guns in the brigade artillery battalion, 16 two-inch howitzers in the four battalion artillery units, and 64 light rocket launchers in the 64 infantry units, this is the heavy firepower possessed by an infantry brigade of the Ming army. Of course, if they are really needed on the battlefield, they can also be supported by military artillery, that is to say, their attack weapons against the enemy may include four-inch, that is, 128-millimeter heavy field guns and three-inch howitzers, as well as three-inch sixteen-barrel rocket launchers, as well as terrifying eight-inch heavy rocket artillery support.

The last one was filled with 50 catties of wet cotton gunpowder, which was as powerful as a heavy aerial bomb in World War II.

But the Bengalis are lucky enough to have none of that now.

But that's enough.

The high-explosive shells that fall with a frequency of hundreds of rounds almost every minute wash the green fields in a ferocious way, the power of the explosion and the scattered shrapnel reap the lives of the main warriors with impunity, the war machine of the industrial age, like crushing the sand castles, crushing the legions of the dominant battlefield in the era of agricultural civilization. Bengali soldiers, dressed in chain mail and armed with scimitars, spears, flintlocks, arquebuses, and even iron bones, struggled desperately in the hell of the late nineteenth century, wailing helplessly, and resisting in vain, just like the Zulu warriors who faced the Maxim machine gun many years later in history.

Fortunately, they have not yet put Makqin in front of them.

The main reason is that the ammunition consumption of this thing is huge, which is too wasteful for the current combat needs of the Ming army, and Yang Feng does not have so much copper to make bullet shells for Makqin, until now the Ming army is only qualified to use metal bullet shells to use metal bullet shells, and even the cavalry is a paper shell.

But the Ming army did not have Makqin......

Well, they don't have a Gatling either.

But......

"I love this! ：

Wang Song, like Guo Xun, stroked the mechanical monster beside him with a haughty smile.

Next to him was also a rapid-fire cannon, this kind of thing is not only used on warships, in fact, the five-barreled rapid-fire cannon of Habekaith also has a model used by the army, which was originally mainly used to attack charging cavalry groups, but now their goal is ......

Elephant soldiers.

Behind the line, Bengali Nawab stared at his 300 charging war elephants, his only hope now.

His 40,000 infantry had been bombarded by the Ming artillery shells, and all the soldiers who had not yet been blown up were running backwards without their lives. The artillerymen discarded the cannons, the grenadiers discarded the trebuchets, the musketeers discarded their expensive flintlock pistols, and some even abandoned their armor, and all were screaming in terror and running out of the horrible hell of artillery. Even his cavalry was in disarray in the bombardment, and the warriors who had galloped on the battlefield were like frightened ducks, helplessly controlling their horses in the light of the explosion of the cannonballs, and were crushed in the explosion in a daze.

But his elephants were not attacked, and all the Ming artillery shells fell behind the war elephants, and these easily frightened beasts instead accelerated their charge under the urging of the huge explosion behind them, and were now less than a thousand yards from the Ming battle line.

As long as they rushed through this distance, they could easily level the Ming army's defensive line.

It was clear that the Ming commanders didn't know what it meant for the beast to rush to him, and Lord Nawab seemed to see the scene of war elephants trampling the Ming soldiers, even though his infantry was being defeated, there was still a smile on his face at this time. Because he had already determined that the victor was himself, even without the infantry, these three hundred war elephants alone would be enough to win the battle, and he would be famous for being the first commander to defeat the Ming army.

However, he didn't know that the main reason why the Ming army did not attack the war elephants was just ......

"Don't let one go, after a while, the general will reward the whole army, and all the soldiers will eat elephant pulls together!"

Wang Song said.

"Yes!"

The commander of the rapid-fire artillery battalion beside him immediately said.

Then he drew his saber and pointed in front and shouted, "Fire, don't let an elephant go!" ”

The eighteen rapid-fire cannons beside him immediately began to sing cheerfully, and the shells more than an inch thick were sprayed out continuously as the five barrels rotated, and the one-and-a-half-pound solid cannonballs flying more than the speed of sound carried terrifying kinetic energy, and instantly swept over a distance of less than two miles, and ferociously hit one elephant after another. It pierces through thick elephant skin as easily as a layer of tissue paper, shredding muscles and breaking bones and even penetrating their bodies, then flying out with blood and shredded flesh, leaving huge bullet holes that take their lives with them.

Eighteen rapid-fire cannons rained shells at the Bengali elephant herd at a rate of more than a thousand rounds per minute, and the flesh-and-blood war monsters screamed helplessly and fell in the face of this terrible war monster, their massive bodies shattered in the roar of the cannonballs, their blood flowed in the singing of the cannons, and their lives died in their own wails.

Their time is over.

The beasts that once dominated the battlefield were kicked back into the jungle by the mechanical beasts.

Three hundred war elephants did not last three minutes in front of eighteen rapid-fire guns.

None of the war elephants were spared.

Their sheer size was so easy to aim that at least half of those shells hit their targets at a distance of a few hundred meters, and despite the sustained rate of fire of less than sixty rounds per minute, the rapid-fire guns still fired nearly 3,000 shells at the 300 war elephants in three minutes. A pound and a half of supersonic flying solid armor-piercing projectiles can penetrate 24 mm thick armor steel, and the elephant's flesh and blood are not the same as cutting tofu with a knife, and the huge kinetic energy can not only easily penetrate the elephant's body, but also bring out a huge hole, which can be said to easily kill or abolish an elephant no matter where it hits.

The last elephant fell two hundred meters away from the Ming position.

Two of its right legs were broken by a solid one-inch shell, and its heavy body, which had lost enough support, collapsed helplessly in a pool of blood, the pain that made it wail, and its voice grew weaker and weaker as the blood flowed. Behind it, a fallen war elephant covered the battlefield, and behind them, the defeated Bengali infantry even forgot to flee, and watched in amazement, watching as the most terrifying beast they had once on the battlefield turned into a shattered corpse in the blink of an eye.

Equally stupid was the Nawab in the distance.

His last hope turned into a burst bubble in an instant, and he seemed to be unable to believe his eyes, but he reacted quickly, and then, like a frightened dog, he turned around and ran without hesitation, fleeing as fast as he could to Dhaka in the distance.

"Attack!"

And on the Ming army's position, Wang Song also gave the order to attack.

Four thousand Ming infantry immediately rushed out of the trenches.

Because of the different combat environment, the Ming army fighting in the south did not wear cuirass, this thing is tantamount to a soldering iron under the scorching sun of the subtropics, as the four thousand Ming troops rushed out, a red wavy line immediately overflowed the green ground, all the soldiers are scarlet right half-length shirts, black slanted shoulder straps, black belts, black leggings trousers, black high-waisted leather boots under the feet, with self-confidence and arrogance in the war drums continue to move forward quickly, advancing while constantly repeating the process of firing, The breech guns with bayonets in their hands constantly spewed flames outward.

Bullets continued to fly at a rate of tens of thousands of rounds per minute towards the defeated Zhen main warriors.

The latter kept falling in the whistling of bullets, with their dazedness, with their despair, with their pain, falling on the muddy ground, letting their own blood flow, letting those Ming soldiers step on their bodies, letting their lives pass, just like the elephants that fell behind them, in the afterglow of the setting sun, to draw an end to an era.

The four thousand Ming infantry swept forward in this way.

Where they walked, they did not leave any living enemies.

In this way, the 4,000 Ming infantry defeated 50,000 enemies, including 40,000 infantry, 5,000 cavalry, and 300 war elephants. There were also the Bengali rocket units, which were also destroyed before they could reach range, and their trebuchets, which could throw ceramic grenades, all of which became meaningless garbage in the face of the Ming artillery, which had a range of three to ten times longer than theirs.

The Ming army suffered no casualties.

In fact, the Bengalis were not even able to shoot a shell, a bullet, or a sharp arrow like the Ming army, and they were not able to go to the imaginary combat distance at all, and they were already defeated by the Ming army's artillery fire.

Chasing the defeated Bengal army, the 6th Infantry Brigade of the Ming Army soon reached the city of Dhaka. (To be continued.) )