Early in the morning, Lord Costa strode into the Portuguese military camp in Goa, blew a trumpet and asked all the soldiers to assemble in formation. The soldiers had long known that there was an inexplicable devil army a few kilometers away, but compared to the extremely embarrassed high-level leaders, these ordinary soldiers didn't care too much.

It had been more than a hundred years since the Portuguese occupied Goa, and for such a long time, the indigenous people of India had not been able to pose much of a threat to the Portuguese. The army of the local king still uses ordinary cold weapons, but the Portuguese have long been equipped with a large number of artillery and arquebuses. The Portuguese army's biggest problem on weekdays was to help the Inquisition arrest infidels.

Under the perennial low-intensity battle, it is impossible to maintain how strong the combat effectiveness is. The strongest of the Portuguese armed forces in Goa today is actually the adjudicating priest of the Inquisition. The Portuguese army itself could only bully the natives. Compared with the Spaniards who are currently fighting in the east and west, the Dutch who are struggling to support them, and the British, who are rising rapidly, the Portuguese are too comfortable.

The Portuguese army was lazy and sloppy, and on the orders of Lord Costa, four large-caliber heavy guns were introduced. Native soldiers who were servants also arrived from far and wide. In contrast, these were of little stature, and the poorly armed indigenous soldiers were even more disciplined under the whip.

Lord Muhammad came with his two hundred slave cavalry, which was his duty to do business in Goa, as inevitable as taxes. When he saw the priest in his robes, he immediately bowed his head, for the people of the Inquisition had always been harsh and cruel to the infidels, and burned them to death at every turn.

"Let's go." Lord Costa saw that the ranks were almost complete, and ordered the slave cavalry to clear the way ahead. Behind them were 3,000 natives armed with spears, and finally the Portuguese in wagons with artillery. The noble priest prayed to his troops, sprinkled some holy water to ward off evil spirits, and then followed at the end of the procession in a carriage.

This mighty procession stretched out three or four miles long, and there was no end in sight in front of the head. It took more than two hours for all the people to leave the old city of Goa completely.

At such a slow pace of the Portuguese army, Lord Mohammed, who was in charge of the lead on horseback, expressed both worry and extreme grief. He said to his butler, "I can't believe that we were defeated by such an army more than a hundred years ago. ”

Once upon a time, the Moors of the Green Religion invaded and occupied the Iberian Peninsula, where Portugal and Spain were located. They enslaved white people for hundreds of years. And more than a hundred years ago, the Moors could not keep up with the times and were driven out of Europe.

The steward was also indignant about the last glorious history of the Green Sect. He echoed in a low voice, "Sir, these Portuguese have long since become greedy and corrupt. Maybe you can replace them. ”

"If you want to replace them, you have to win this battle." Muhammad looked at the two hundred slave cavalry behind him, "As long as we have enough weapons, our Green Cult cavalry is the strongest. ”

Muhammad had the confidence to say this, and his cavalry slaves were not the kind of garbage that was not well fed and clothed. All the cavalry were young and strong, and they had received rigorous training from an early age, and they were physically strong and extremely well equipped. They rode the finest Arabian horses, generally over one and a half meters tall at the shoulder, gentle and agile, perfect for galloping on the battlefield.

Two hundred cavalry slaves marched along the road, and their task was to drive out the enemy on the march and ensure that the following troops could advance at a faster pace without interference. At the same time, they also had to protect their troops from enemy cavalry and cover their flanks.

When the slave cavalry had advanced about three kilometers, Lord Muhammad heard the cavalry in front of him blow the horn to spot the enemy. More than a hundred scattered slave cavalry around quickly gathered, and a cavalry squad of the Portuguese army also quickly came over to ask what was going on?

"Your Excellency Anthony, there is a cavalry of the Orientals ahead. They are monitoring our team and seem to be attacking us. Lord Mohammed rode on horseback and respectfully answered a question from a Portuguese cavalry officer.

The Lord Anthony reined in his horse and raised his binoculars to look at the dirt slope about five hundred meters away. There was indeed a cuirassier on the opposite side, looking down on the path of the army. However, after briefly checking the enemy's condition, he immediately laughed and said, "Are these Orientals riding donkeys?" ”

Hahaha......!

All the Portuguese cavalry and the Arab slave cavalry laughed out loud, for the opposing sides were very different in momentum. Compared to the Arabian horses, which often weigh half a ton, the cavalry of the Guards opposite rode Mongolian horses that weighed only half their weight - judging by their size, it was as if Tyson, the king of boxing, was looking down on Pan Changjiang.

The gap in horses is really too big.

"The leader of these Eastern cavalry is still a woman?" Lord Anthony carefully distinguished his opponent in the telescope, and easily recognized the slender Hezhuo on the other side.

He immediately laughed and said, "I will take this woman captive and make her my slave girl." As he spoke, he drew his cavalry sword and raised it above his head, shouting, "What are you waiting for?" Send fifty men to intercept them in a roundabout way, and the rest will come with me and crush the enemy on the opposite side. ”

Seeing that his own officers led the charge, the Portuguese cavalry also drew their cavalry swords. They shouted 'For the glory of God,' and the horses began to speed up slowly. This action attracted the attention of the commander-in-chief of the Portuguese army, Lord Costa, who rushed to watch the battle with several priests.

Lord Costa's presence forced Lord Mohammed to do his best, and he divided the slave cavalry into two parts, outflanking and attacking, and followed the Portuguese officer Antony in front of him. Anthony in front of him wanted to show a good performance, and after running a hundred meters, he gradually began to accelerate, and a holy light appeared on them in the sound of prayer.

Three hundred meters behind, Father Merlot of the Inquisition complimented: "Lord Costa, your nephew is such a brave young man, and the cavalry he leads is the best I have ever seen. If he can return to Lisbon, he will definitely win the hearts of many noble ladies with today's battle story. ”

Hahaha...... the priest's flattery put Lord Costa in a good mood. He also saw the rather 'thin cavalry' standing on the hillside opposite, compared to the Portuguese cavalry led by Antony. "Yes, Anthony is a good boy, I am convinced of that."

As soon as he had said this, the 'emaciated cavalry' on the low hillside opposite finally began to move. Dressed in bright silver cuirasses and lined up in dense horizontal formations, they slaughtered at a slow pace.

His Excellency Anthony, who was in front of him, was even more excited when he saw that the enemy did not run. He kept his eyes on the tall female horseman, urging the horse to speed up again, wondering how he would be able to capture her alive.

The advantage of the Arabian horses in their height and strength was perfectly demonstrated on the battlefield, and the Portuguese cavalry and slave cavalry became extremely fast, which greatly increased their potential energy. Cavalry duels rely on this momentum, which allows riders to chop down their enemies at a faster rate.

When Lord Muhammad saw that the eastern cavalry on the opposite side had not yet begun to speed up, he already believed in his heart that the Portuguese cavalry was going to win. After all, the Arabs have no other skills, and they still have the ability to ride horses and cut people. High speed against low speed, strong against weak, if you still lose in this fight, Allah will not be convinced.

Lord Costa, who was further behind, also put down the binoculars in his hand, feeling that there was no suspense in the first battle of contact between the enemy and us. At best, he was surprised that the Eastern cavalry on the opposite side had to form a dense queue for Mao and rush up in one piece, which obviously hindered the speed of the horse's charge.

"Perhaps the pagans of the East knew that their horses were not good, so they gathered the cavalry together like an infantry phalanx." Father Merlot guessed, but he quickly laughed, "But that's stupid, isn't it?" Perhaps they have never seen what a real cavalryman is. These natives of the East do not believe in God, and all they always have some ridiculous and strange ideas. ”

Hahaha...... Lord Costa laughed again. He felt that he didn't need to say anything, and at most he should think about how to reward his dear nephew after the victory that was about to come.

The enemy is rapidly closing the distance, and it will only take about ten seconds for the two sides to collide. And Hezhuo, who launched the wall charge, was still changing the formation at speed. In the face of the enemy's tall horses, the cavalry guards riding Mongolian horses would inevitably suffer if they were hard to fight. Even if you have a sharp blade and thick armor......

"Ready!" He Zhuo shouted in front of his head, "Diagonal formation." ”

The enemy is in full swing, and the Light has greatly strengthened their defenses and strength, adding to their confidence in victory. As a counterpoint, the Guards cavalry slowly changed from a parallel horizontal formation to an oblique formation under the orders of He Zhuo. The rows of queues that had been connected in front and back were pulling away from each other, giving up their respective attack visions.

He Zhuo still pressed the horse and refused to speed up, and even deliberately tried to stabilize his position to avoid running too fast and too bumpy. When the horizontal formation completely turned into an oblique formation, she ordered again and shouted: "Raise your gun!" ”

In the reform from the classical cavalry to the modern cavalry, the mobile power of the 'revolutionary army' showed its true hideous and terrifying face. All the Guards unleashed their reins and drew a large-caliber breech-bore flintlock shotgun from the pouch on the horse's side. The ammunition is already loaded, and by simply turning on the bolt, the muzzle of the black hole can be aimed at the enemy cavalry that is getting closer and closer on the opposite side.

Anthony was raising his sword, and the light shone on him. But when he saw the enemy pulling out his musket, he couldn't help but shout loudly, "Oh...... God! ”

Oh ...... God!

The Portuguese cavalry who rushed forward were all shouting, and their shouts were so strong that they almost tore through the air. The sea breeze blew their voices to the rear, and Lord Mohammed and Lord Costa thought that these brave lads were doing their final morale boost—but before the shouts could be heard, a whole row of ten shotguns blasted in both hands.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The barrel of a short-barreled shotgun is very short, like a large pistol. Its firing range is only a dozen meters, and in order to reduce recoil, the charge is not much. But its caliber was 30 millimeters, and within the range it was more than 20 pieces of lead.

One spray at a time, so that people have nowhere to hide - Anthony on the opposite side is raising his saber under the protection of the holy light, and as a result, he is faced with a wave of projectiles in the face.

Some of the Portuguese cavalry's protective light was not strong enough, and the projectiles that were critted were swept off their horses on the spot. Anthony barely survived the first rain of bullets by the shelter of a cross on his chest. But before he could wake up from the bombardment of his face, another diagonal array ran in front of him from behind, and another wave of bullets and bombardment directly knocked him off his horse.

A cavalry company of ninety men formed a platoon of ten men in a line of oblique bombardment. One row bombarded the back and another row, and the front row only put away the shotguns after the bombardment, and the back row bombarded with guns. The leader, He Zhuo, rode the 'dog meat', holding a large shotgun in each hand, and shouted, "Kill these ugly ghosts!" ”