So came, the Ming army in the trenches couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the battle was not, when everyone was thrown into this battlefield of blood and fire, the soldiers could not hesitate to throw their heads and spill blood for this moment of blood boiling, but the waiting for the battle was the most painful, and now, the Indians finally came, and began to assemble in the mountains and fields three or four miles away.

Everyone gasped, and then clenched the firecracker tightly, the instructors were right when the recruits were training, when the battle started, your best friends were only your comrades and the firearms in your hands.

"They are too backward, God, if this group of barbarians rushes up, it will be a suicide." Johansen grunted to the adjutant behind him.

The British army was arranged on the left flank, and the trench was also dug up, Johansen was originally a little worried about the outcome of the battle, but now after looking through the telescope, he immediately quickly put his mind at ease, he now wished that the Indians would attack the left flank, at least let his soldiers practice targeting.

It was getting dark, and countless torches were lit on the beach, like stars in the sky, and the Indians seemed to be eager to fight, and did not make any resting moves, and the army gathered more and more, and then a cavalry suddenly broke away from the ranks of the Indians, and raised their swords and launched a charge.

Rama Shojam's slightly very simple, first the cavalry charged, then the slower elephant soldiers, and finally the foot soldiers pressed the formation, hundreds of thousands of troops like ants poured towards the Ming army's front, the quiet earth suddenly stirred, one after another roared, Prince Rama Shojam is not an idiot, he naturally knows the power of the Han artillery, and the turn of the attack is just to let more people be cannon fodder, now he has 150,000 troops in his hands, and there is no end to the dense crowding, in this case, Then it is better to gamble 150,000 flesh and blood to launch a one-time general attack, as long as you can rush to the front of the Ming army, it will be a victory.

"Lord Shiva will bless her bravery with victory, soldiers, charge at the evil spirits of all evil, sacrifice your blood to the gods, raise your swords, and slew them." Ramasis Jam showed his wise side, and after he succinctly encouraged, he let one of his cronies lead the Marati cavalry to take the lead in the charge, and then personally led the elephant cavalry to follow the last, which were those who were temporarily recruited with the worst combat strength, the prince personally went into battle to boost the morale of the soldiers for a while, and even the previous captain seemed to realize the little prince's intentions, this victory did not rely on fighting to win but to use cavalry and elephant cavalry to approach the enemy, Try to reverse the disadvantage of long-range firepower, and then rush up with foot soldiers, you can crush the entire Han army in one go, the little prince's approach seems to be very reckless on the surface, but this is the only way to deal with the Han people, after all, no matter how powerful their artillery is, it is impossible to kill everyone.

"Woo woo ......" The horn of the attack sounded, and the Marati cavalry began to speed up with their scimitars whistling like a gust of wind, they were born warriors, they were the rulers of India, their ancestors conquered the continent by their bravery, and they did not hesitate to rush to the enemy as the Aryans swept through Central Asia.

Followed by the elephant cavalry of Ramasi Jam, the six war elephants seemed cautious for many days of battle, so although the little prince personally went into battle to supervise the battle, many people still did not dare to speed up, and drove the elephants forward step by step, only hoping that the Marati cavalry in front of them could show their might and rush into the Han army formation, intending to the other party's formation.

Then came the Indian foot soldiers who roamed the hills, these conscripted peasants, apparently unaware of the cruelty of war, and charged with their axes and shields in their hands.

"Boom, boom, boom ......" rushed into the range of fire, and the Timalati knights were the first to be bombarded by artillery. The artillery roared through the sky and smashed into the formation. Then it exploded. Flesh and blood splattered in all directions in an instant.

Malati apparently didn't give in. They are different from the Indian land soldiers. They were born with a fighting mission for their families and their land. They were Kshatriya nobles. Born with fiefdoms, lands, and privileges. Meanwhile. They also have to fight for their families and their possessions. Rights come with the same heavy obligations. They can't back down. Otherwise, their family will be a disgrace to their sons. Their fields will be confiscated. They will be reduced to Vaishyas, the lowest Shudras.

The rumbling of cannon cannon did not seem to drown out the dull sound of horses' hooves crashing on the ground. The noise is getting louder and closer. It was as if everyone's hearts were being grasped tighter and tighter by an invisible hand. The ground was black, and the horse-drawn cavalry paused slightly. And did not retreat. Instead, the sprint was launched much faster.

The sound of horses' hooves like rolling thunder formed a powerful deterrent. Rush over. All the ground cavalry were shouting in their hearts. Rush through this hell. We can be victors.

And the Ming soldiers were

Wait and see. The officers began to measure the distance of the range.

The artillery was still roaring, like a meteor-like cannon fire shining brightly in the dark sky, and then smashed to the ground, blowing up flesh and blood one by one, countless war horses were neighing, and the Marati seemed to be determined to fight here, although the cavalry team of 20,000 people had lost more than 20%, but still fearlessly raised their swords and sprinted.

The bravery of the Marati cavalry infected the friendly troops behind them, and the elephant cavalry gradually increased their speed, and the foot soldiers scattered all over the mountains seemed to be more daring.

"Ready." The voices of the Ming officers on the Chinese defense line were hoarse and loud.

Click...... Numerous cymbals peeked out of the trenches, and Hessesen's cymbals were aimed at the roaring cavalry in front of them, everyone was quiet, though the artillery was still roaring and the sound of horses' hooves was getting closer.

"Shoot."

"Bang bang...... The sound of a burst of guns is not outstanding in the sound of artillery fire, but the powerful lethality of the continuous fire cymbals is reflected, after all, although the psychological blow of long-range artillery to the enemy is large enough, but in terms of killing value, hundreds of artillery pieces are definitely not as powerful as tens of thousands of guns fired at the same time.

The dense lead roared parallel to the cavalry that rushed into the range of the firebolts, and then the hundreds of cavalrymen in the front row rolled up on their backs, they were not war elephants after all, and after being hit by the firearms, they immediately fell to the ground in a mess.

The impact of the fire on the hearts of the horsemen was huge, they originally thought that as long as they broke through this hellish artillery cover, they would be able to raise their long knives and start slaughtering, but they never imagined that after the artillery, there were more powerful weapons waiting for them.

The cavalry began to hesitate, they finally rushed through the artillery position, but it seemed that all this was far from over, the killing continued, and the most depressing thing was that they had been the one who had been killed from the beginning to the present, and the bright scimitar had not yet cut through the skin of an enemy, and countless comrades had already been laid.

In the middle of this pause, the sound of the second round of fire guns came out again.

After the sound of "bang bang...... more horsemen fell from their horses and fell in pools of blood.

What now? Everyone began to ask, retreat? No, we finally rushed through the artillery array, even if we retreated, we still need to take another adventure from the coverage of the artillery array, since retreat is death, then let's move forward, a cavalry commander roared, and the man had accelerated like a sharp arrow off the string.

Someone set an example, and many more regained their morale and continued to charge.

There are also seventy zhang.

"Bang bang...... every sound of cymbals terrified the horse-drawn cavalry, countless warriors have been asleep, and they are not willing to follow in the footsteps of the warriors to hell.

There are still sixty zhang, although it is dusk, but the soldiers in the trench seem to be able to see the faces of the cavalry, these hideous faces with blood-red eyes look extremely terrifying in the dusk.

"First column ready, shoot." The voices of the officers have not stopped, and now is not the time to stop, this is a war between the brave, and whoever breaks and flees first is doomed to become a lamb to the slaughter.

The distance of "bang bang bang ......" is getting closer and closer, and the accuracy of the Ming army is getting higher and higher, and after this time the guns are arranged, almost all the cavalry rushing to the front is swept away.

There are fifty zhang left.

Not far away, the Ming army was very incomprehensible to this group of barbarians, the casualties of the cavalry had exceeded a third, in any case, these cavalry should have fled, where did the courage of these people come from?

"Bang ......"

The cavalry has been getting closer and closer, some of them are close at hand, the scimitar shines with cold light, and can even reflect the faces of the Ming soldiers, and the Ming soldiers have begun to scatter freely, countless lead is still frantically harvesting life, and one after another the Malati people are unwilling to fall.

Finally, the horse-drawn cavalry who rushed to the front did not hesitate to try to rush into the trench not far away, suddenly, the whole body was shocked, and the horse that sat down stumbled, and the cavalry at the front found that in front of the trench, there was actually a row of inconspicuous antlers, and the sharpened log knocked over the oncoming flesh and blood body directly, and some were directly pierced by the sharpened wood, and more people and horses fell in front of the trench at once.

"Bang bang...... The Ming soldiers didn't seem to care about the Marati cavalry close at hand, and still mechanically loaded gunpowder, lifted flat, aimed, and shot, shooting the enemy as much as possible like an assembly line.

The other part of the Ming soldiers began to lay down their firearms, and raised a number of sharp-pointed bamboos from the trench, and the bamboos protruded from the trench at a forty-five-degree angle...... Convenient for next visit