Just as the Ming army was continuously gathering towards the Xuance Mansion, Bahadursha was also issuing warnings over and over again in vain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Of course, he also knew very well that this was useless, and Yang Feng could not stop because of his warning, so at the same time he was also ready to fight, and all the naval warships of the Mughal Empire in the east, including the warships on the inland rivers, were all assembled at the mouth of the Mekna River, preparing to block the entrance of the Ming army into the Ganges. In addition, all the troops he was able to assemble were also transferred to the Bihar region, and he did not expect the Ming army to take the initiative to retreat, but only hoped to block them, and even if he couldn't stop them, he would try to force them to the east of Bihar, so that even if the Ming army was harmed, it would only harm Bengal, and he would avoid substantial losses.

But it's not easy at all.

The topography of India determined that if the Ming army wanted to attack Nepal, it could only follow the Ganges Gogra River waterway and take an oblique line across northern India, instead of going directly north to Nepal and then crossing countless rivers and valleys to cross Nepal.

In fact, Bahadur Shah also understands that this battle is difficult for him to avoid.

And that's exactly what happened.

Meghna Estuary.

"Bump it over!"

Admiral Guo Xun, the commander of the Fifth Fleet of the Ming Army's inland rivers who first arrived in the war zone, said disdainfully.

In the middle of the shallow water heavy gunboat Yongning with a displacement of 1,000 tons under his feet, two black chimneys immediately spewed out billowing smoke, and the two brass propellers under the water rotated at high speed, pushing the steel hull like a black monster, breaking the waves on the vast yellow river, and at the same time, on both sides of this battleship, twenty almost identical battleships, like cavalry charging on a land battlefield, lined up in a horizontal line fifty feet apart and marched forward in the same posture.

In front of them, hundreds of Ottoman warships formed like a forest of sails, backed by a bloody remnant sun, looking extremely imposing.

But alas, none of them can fight.

At this time, the Ottoman Navy was at most the nature of the coast guard, and its main duty was to defend against pirates and Burmese, and there were no large warships at all, most of them were dhows, and even ancient galleys that seemed to travel through time and space. In fact, the navy of this country has never been strong, they conquered this ancient continent only by relying on their once powerful army, the Mughal Empire with 440,000 standing army is indeed huge, but the navy is ......

Then you can only hehe!

It's a bit of an exaggeration to bump into it, though.

Just as the Ming army crashed into the Mughal fleet, the latter also crashed straight down the river.

It was clear that they were trying to play broadside battles.

This fleet, which was two levels lower, wanted to play an artillery battle with the Ming army was purely suicidal, even the Mughals understood this, and the powerful battleships of the Europeans were all ruined, not to mention their tattered little wooden ships. But if they can jump on the Ming warship, then there is no suspense for the winner, the Mughals have never thought of fighting an orthodox naval battle with the Ming army, and they who have the upper reaches have long been ready to rely on the speed of the river to rush into the Ming fleet, and then rely on those warriors of the Zhen lord to solve the battle with their scimitars and muskets.

It's just that they didn't expect the Ming army to take the initiative to bump into them, but this just met their wishes.

On the Mughal warships, all the officers and sailors drew their swords, opened the hammers of their flintlock muskets, stared at the opponents who were getting closer and closer, and waited to use their blood and courage to break the myth of the Ming army's undefeated army for ten years, the wind was in their favor, the water was in their favor, they had all the favorable conditions, the time and place were favorable, and the victory would definitely belong to them.

And yet they were wrong, they were deeply wrong.

There's one thing they're also missing.

Technology.

"I love this!"

Guo Xun stroked a strange cannon beside him and smiled proudly.

It consisted of five arm-thick steel pipes tied together, with a steel hoop at the front and back, a monolithic cylindrical tail, a metal box with side openings, and a few yellow and clear things in the box, and a rotatable base at the bottom, a curved pad sticking out backwards and resting on the left shoulder of a sailor with a large waist and a round waist, while his right hand grasped the handle that protruded from the thing. On each side of him were a sailor, holding an identical metal box in one hand, and at their feet there was a chest full of it, and next to each of them was a group of sailors, guarding two boxes......

Metal shells are custom-mounted artillery shells.

"Fire!"

Looking at the Mughal fleet, which was less than three hundred feet apart, Guo Xun roared.

Suddenly, the thing spewed forward with blazing flames, and then the sailor slowly but steadily turned the handle, and saw the thing in the vertical groove slide rapidly downward, and at the same time, the flame of the muzzle of the cannon shot out again in the blink of an eye, and the sailor kept turning the handle, and the muzzle flame kept squirting at a speed of almost a blink of an eye. Soon the cartridge was finished, and the soldier who had been waiting for a long time quickly pulled out the empty cartridge, and then another soldier inserted a new cartridge, and the empty magazine was handed to the waiting soldier, who immediately reloaded the fuse-attached shell.

Well, it's a turntable.

The classic three-seven-mm Haqikes five-barreled rapid-fire gun.

Two for each battleship, one in front of each port and one on the left and right sides, and as the flagships opened fire, the rapid-fire guns on the other twenty shallow-water heavy gunboats on both sides sprayed flames almost simultaneously, and the forty-two rapid-fire guns on the twenty-one battleships began to slaughter the Mughal fleet at an average rate of sixty rounds per minute per gun. The one-and-a-half-pound wet cotton gunpowder projectiles that fell at a frequency of more than 2,000 rounds per minute plunged the Mughals into hell in an instant, and the fuse-triggered shells kept falling on the small wooden boats, which then turned into exploding flames and shrapnel that harvested life.

On the Mughal warships, the soldiers who were about to jump into the gang with swords and muskets were all stunned.

In the midst of the stormy shells, they listened to the terrifying roar above their heads, the explosions around them, the terrified screams of their companions, and then watched the flames explode beside them in a daze, watched the force of the rage tear apart their bodies, and watched the flying shrapnel tear off the heads of their companions.

Watching everything around me shatter.

Opposite them, twenty-one Ming warships were like twenty-one flaming dragons, pouring death on them with a force beyond their comprehension, and constantly closing the distance, and soon the Mughals, who could not bear the fear, began to rout, and they turned one after another, desperately trying to get away from these terrifying monsters, and even some of the sailors on the battleships who did not have time to turn simply jumped into the murky water.

But all in vain.

The flame-spewing cannons, like the gods who adjudicate fate, let out a crieve of death, and the cannonballs filled with wet cotton gunpowder also pierced the air like hail, and then crashed into the hull, the mast, and the soldiers' bodies, and the sensitive trigger fuse was instantly detonated, and the flames of the explosion shone on almost every Mughal warship.

And it was at this moment that the Mughals had finally arrived.

The Ming warship, which was going upriver at a speed of more than ten knots, and the Mughal warship, which was going straight down the river at almost the same speed, collided in an instant.

The sound of impact suddenly sounded.

The sound of countless pieces of wood breaking was also heard.

In the sound of wood breaking, those Ming warships crashed into Mughal warships one after another, and the steel bows kept crashing into the opponent's body, cutting through the fragile wooden hull like a giant axe, and then at the same time as the rapid-fire guns poured shells, they immediately reversed and quickly retreated, leaving behind a broken Mughal warship on the river and slowly sinking.

And those Ming warships turned around and crashed into the next target.

Angle of attack.

Those Ming battleships were equipped with angles of attack under the water.

"Garbage, it's all garbage!"

Guo Xun looked at the sinking Mughal warships on the river, and stood beside his main guns and said proudly.

The main guns of the twenty-one battleships did not fire a single shell, and the battle was solved by relying only on rapid-fire guns and angle of attack, more than half of the Mughal battleships became garbage floating on the river, and the rest were scattering and fleeing, of course, Guo Xun was no longer interested in pursuing them, and they could only sail out of the estuary into the sea, but the sea giants of the Nanyang Fleet on the sea were idle and bored at this time, and it would be good to send them some fun.

As for his fleet.

"Keep going, target Dhaka!"

He said with a wave of his hand.

Dhaka.

"Bastard, why are they here?"

The Bengali Nawab of His Majesty the Mughal Emperor roared angrily.

In fact, at this time, Bahadursha had already issued an order, ordering the Nawabs from all over the country to send troops to supervise the Ming army in various strongholds, and once they found out that the Ming army was invading, they would be expelled immediately, but unfortunately these warlords, almost none of them were obedient, and the Ming army said that they were going to catch Yinren, and it must be to go north along the Mekna River Ganges, so it was just a way to borrow from their territory, and it was not worth risking the shells of the Ming army for this little thing.

They don't need to think about the dignity of the empire, the prestige of the emperor and other messes.

So the Nawab of Bengal just sent a few thousand soldiers to the vicinity of Kolkata for a while, as for the passage of the Ming army through the Mekna River......

There's the Imperial Navy too!

What the? The Imperial Navy was wiped out?

What can I do, I'm just a little governor.

But why didn't the Ming army go north, but turned around and ran to Dhaka?

Bewildered, Nawab immediately sent an envoy to meet the Ming fleet bound for Dhaka, and soon the two sides made contact, and on a Siamese merchant ship preparing to leave Dhaka, the envoys met amicably and candidly......

"Your Excellency, we need to set up a logistics base in Dhaka!"

The envoy of the Ming army said proudly.

"Your Excellency, if you only set up a logistics base, we can designate a port by the Mekna River, and your supplies can be transported to this port first, but your army cannot land, and at most no more than a thousand logistics personnel can go ashore, and Dhaka can't."

Said the messenger of the Nawab.

"No, it has to be Dhaka."

The envoy of the Ming army continued to speak proudly.

"No, Dhaka, absolutely not."

Said the messenger of the Nawab.

"In front of the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, there is nothing that cannot be done, I am just here to inform Your Excellency of our decision, not to ask for your opinions, we will use Dhaka as the logistics base for the northern expedition, you have to agree if you agree, and you have to agree if you don't agree, the military headquarters of the Second Army will land in Dhaka in half a month, if you dare to obstruct it, it will mean war."

The envoy of the Ming army said proudly.

"Your Excellency, I need to warn you that if you do that, you will face the wrath of millions of warriors, and ten million Bengali people will be like a tsunami, drowning any invader, whatever their name may be."

The messenger of the Nawab said with a gloomy face.

"Your Excellency, the last thing we care about is the anger of the Zhen Lord Warriors, there have been many Zhen Lord Warriors who have shown their anger in front of us, and then they all died, and we still do whatever we want, I am looking forward to you being able to show us a different anger, in other words, we have not felt the anger of others for many years, of course, those ants shaking their weak limbs are definitely not counted."

The envoy of the Ming army said.

Well, when it comes to this, Bangladeshi Nawab already knows that people are coming to beat themselves.

Since this is the case, then he has nothing to hesitate, he can let the Ming army pass through his own territory, and he can also let the Ming army build a base by the Mekna River, but he absolutely cannot tolerate the Ming army to get the military base to his own doorstep, and really want the Ming army to set up a military base in Dhaka, who knows when they will run to Laleba Fort to pull themselves out and hang a rope to dry?

Then he began to gather his army and prepare for a battle to the death.

Fortunately, the Ming army gave him enough time.

"That's it."

In the city of Xuance, that is, the palace of the envoy of Calcutta, Wang Song, the envoy of India and commander of the Second Army, said with satisfaction.

"It is estimated that the Bengalis can raise an army of at least 70,000 men, and in the past few years they have purchased more than 20,000 captured Tartar smoothbore guns through our arms dealers, as well as forty nine-pound smoothbore guns, which are also produced by our arsenal. As for the others, they are arquebuses, flintlock pistols and cold weapons of the Europeans, but they themselves also have a lot of bronze cannons, the caliber is very large, the power is very bad, mainly to scare people with the sound of cannons, and there are also some rockets, but there is no accuracy at all, it is good to fly out and not fall on your head. Their cavalry numbered about 4,500 men, but they also had an elephant army of more than 300 elephants. ”

His chief of staff said.

"Well, I like to eat elephants!"

Wang Song said seriously. (To be continued.) )