At dawn, airships began to fly over the city of Mumbai. As a sighting airship, it observes the city from top to bottom. At the same time, the coordinate information is continuously sent back through the light signal.

As long as the coordinate information sent back is fired, it will be covered by heavy artillery fire. Wu Sangui stood in front of the huge glass window and watched the factories on the outskirts of the city turn into piles of ruins.

These are the brains of his hard work, all kinds of factories, just a hen that can only lay golden eggs. Originally, it was thought that Li Xiao would keep these factories and continue to produce them after the war. But I didn't expect that this time Li Xiao did such a desperate job and directly blew up these factories.

It's over! The strategy of relying on these factories to resist was considered bankrupt, and even two battalions of Indian soldiers were blown to ashes by artillery fire.

Fortunately, the Gurkha were left in the city at that time, thinking that they would go up if they needed reinforcements.

The shelling continued, and the shells were like ploughing the ground, plowing every target. After the shelling, there were soldiers in camouflage uniforms and steel helmets, who approached these targets cautiously with their waists bent.

Behind them, someone mounted a general-purpose machine gun. A little further back, there were mortars drawn by wagons.

As soon as a point of fire is seen, the universal machine gun will take advantage of the advantage in range to suppress it. Then the mortars came in handy, shell after shell constantly bombarded enemy fire points.

The Indians were very ghostly, many of the firing points were set up close to the ground, and the fortifications were covered with conical canopies with steel plates, and ordinary mortar shells would bounce off if they fell on them. The explosion power of the ricochet is much smaller, which can ensure the safety of people in the fortification.

That's when the bazooka comes in handy. Often a mortar bombardment, the bunker is enveloped in smoke. The soldiers of the Ming army carrying bazookas would trot all the way with their waists and set up bazookas within range. The moment the smoke clears, the bazooka's super-caliber warhead will fly out.

Not one, but a bunch.

Bazookas use instantaneous fuses that explode the moment they touch the bunker. Some rockets happen to follow the holes and fly directly into the bunker.

The bunkers were lifted one after the other like canned food. Together with the Indian soldiers inside, they were blown into pulp one after another.

"The Indians have come out and actually know how to hold their ground." Li Xiao followed behind the attacking troops, listening to the battle reports coming back from the front at any time.

"You don't know, Sir, we've inspected the Indians' bunkers. I found that the doors behind the bunkers were locked by locks. Those Indian soldiers, even if they wanted to, couldn't run away. You can only fight back! Sun Xing handed the latest battle report in his hand to Li Xiao.

"Oh! Hehe! Can you only use this trick to prevent the soldiers from escaping? Li Xiao shook his head helplessly, it seemed that the Indians were very tired of war.

It seems that since Wu Sangui fought against Daming, he has never won any battles. The Indians have always been used as cannon fodder, and when one batch is consumed, it is replaced with another.

In an ordinary Indian family, a person who died in war could not afford to buy a donkey. Many people joked that the life of an Indian is not worth a donkey.

India is a sad people, and none of their state power is in their hands. It was either controlled by the British, or controlled by the Ming people led by Wu Sangui. Because of the complexity of their written and linguistic populations, they can only use English as their official language.

So much so that the Indian aristocracy needed to learn the language from an early age, and generally speaking, they had to master at least English and a few dialects of nearby states.

"Don't use bazookas anymore, the Indians are locked in bunkers and will definitely fight with us. Let the wired soldier pull on the single machine and move the artillery observation post forward. With howitzers, smash those bunkers. Li Xiao read the battle report and immediately ordered a change in tactics.

Rockets are far less powerful than howitzers, and they have a short range. There will definitely be casualties in this kind of close shooting. Now it's useless to bombard the depth with howitzers, and you have to eat bite by bite. It seems that in a city as big as Mumbai, with such dense shanty towns, it is simply unrealistic to want to intersperse.

Simply, let's eat cabbage like a layer of cabbage, peel open a layer and eat a layer. The artillery opened the way, the infantry followed, and the kilometer by kilometer gnawed.

This kind of war is a bit dull, but it can also effectively avoid casualties. As for whether this will hurt Indian civilians, it is not within the scope of Li Xiao's consideration. In fact, all the Indians in the city of Mumbai are dead, and Li Xiao will not care.

One by one, the telephones quickly connected the artillery positions in the rear with the forward observation posts. The front reported the firing of the elements, and the artillery in the back corrected it after the test firing.

One shell after another 120 mm howitzer shells, as if they had eyes, accurately smashed on the bunker of the Indian army. It's all empowerment blasting, and even if the people inside are not killed, they will be shocked to death. Those who use steel plates as top covers, will be directly smashed out of a big hole, and before the time-delay fuse explodes, several people inside have been stoned to death.

The Indians actually have permanent fortifications of reinforced concrete, and a 120-millimeter howitzer can't gnaw through. This is also difficult for the Ming army, carrying explosives bags to blow up the bunker, that is something that cannot be done.

Since the 120-mm shells attached to the regiment level cannot be smashed, the 155-mm shells attached to the division-level cannot be smashed.

For a whole day, Wu Sangui just looked at it. Not a single shell landed in his headquarters, which made Wu Sangui, who was standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, very disappointed. He wanted to be killed by a shell right now, and as a soldier, he still wanted to die on the battlefield.

The Ming army is like peeling an onion, peeling it layer by layer, gnawing at the periphery layer by layer, not afraid of trouble, not afraid of reinforcements.

"This is to ask me to fill the army into the outer pits. By the time they reached the city, I had no soldiers left. Wu Sangui muttered to himself, there was no one on the sofa behind him.

George said that he had tried to talk to the Turks, but he had not been able to find anyone for two days. Geldan went to the front with his Mongols and now does not know whether to live or die. Captain Kurkin has returned to the Russian consulate. As is customary, as diplomatic institutions they will be protected.

It used to be a place where there were many businesses, but now it's empty. Aloneness! Lonely! I don't know what it tastes like, Wu Sangui turned around and poured a glass of wine, and continued to stand in front of the window and watch.

On the first day, the resistance of the Indians was fierce. In some sections, they even thought of counter-charging and taking out the artillery positions of the Ming army. As a result, the power of the general-purpose machine gun caused the men to lie on the ground covered in bullet holes.

At night, the Indians prepared for a night attack. For the side with very weak firepower, a night attack is a very good means. At night, it is difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, and the two sides are mixed. Even if you have a howitzer, or a general-purpose machine gun, you don't dare to use it.

With a dagger in his mouth, Gerdan prepared to attack with his two thousand remaining strong men. This time they did not ride horses, but quietly climbed forward.

From ten o'clock in the evening, all the way to twelve o'clock in the morning. They finally passed through a long open area and climbed to the outlying positions that the Ming army had captured during the day. It was in ruins, and some of the bunkers that had been overturned by shells were still smoking.

There was a smell of burnt and bloody everywhere, and the soil on the ground was so loose that in some places you could press your hands down to your elbows.

By the faint light, Geldan saw a figure not far ahead, as if he was still holding a gun. The guards around him were experts in sneak attacks, and immediately they sprang up like leopards and rushed over under the cover of darkness.

Quickly approaching the shadow, until the steel knife slashed down, he could see that it was a scarecrow in military uniform. Fooled! "Fooled, there is an ambush!" As soon as he shouted, orange sparks erupted from under his feet. Then the warrior was swept away by the scorching waves.

"Dog's day, fooled, withdraw!" Geldan realized that it was too late to be fooled, and attacked a day during the day, and at night the Ming army retreated quietly. They retreated back to their starting positions and laid some mines on the forward positions they had withdrawn.

As long as there is a mine exploding, all kinds of artillery fire will be thrown at it.

As soon as Geldan jumped up, the whistling cannonballs of the Ming army had already smashed down. "Boom!" The first howitzer shell hit Gerdan's side, and Gerdan's stout body was lifted like a straw stick. Then, shrapnel hit him one after another.

The stout body was torn apart in the air, and when it landed, who knew that this was the once invincible Khan of Geldan.

Two thousand Mongols, almost all of them were wiped out. And the casualties of the Ming army were just a scarecrow.

Early the next morning, the Ming army continued to attack the positions abandoned the previous night. Since it has already been attacked once, the terrain is also familiar. Last night, the Indian army took advantage of the darkness to occupy the position. Even improvised fortifications were built!

Everything is like a copy of yesterday, with the infantry approaching the temptation. Then the artillerymen, based on the data given by the calculation soldiers, began shelling.

The makeshift positions built last night were very rudimentary and not enough to withstand the artillery bombardment. In other words, more Indians are killed by artillery today than yesterday. The battlefield where the corpses were piled up was littered with the shattered corpses of Indians.

The casualties of the Ming army were very limited, and they were usually scouts who went out to reconnoitre. Most of them were wounded by mortar fire, and these mortars would soon be covered by Ming howitzer fire after they were fired.

I fought for another day, and it was evening. The Ming army again withdrew from the positions occupied during the day and returned to their starting positions.

On this night, the Indians did not launch a night attack. But they still stubbornly occupied the positions they had lost during the day, and reported to Wu Sangui that the lost positions had been recaptured.

At dawn the next day, the Ming army continued shelling.

After four days of see-sawing, when the Ming army sent scouts again during the day, they found that the positions abandoned last night were actually no trace of the Indian army.

"I wanted to pull it for a few more days, so that they could pull out all the troops. I didn't expect to learn to be obedient, and I didn't come out. Li Xiao held up the binoculars and looked at the Ming army who had occupied the outer positions and cheered.

In the past few days, the tug-of-war has wiped out at least 20,000 Indians. According to the battlefield inspection, the Ming army found a large number of remains belonging to the Gurkhas. They wore their headscarves differently than the Indians, and they used better weapons than the Indians.

"It's over!" Wu Sangui looked at the cheering Ming army outside the city and smiled bitterly, he was once a member of that team. Right now...... He's become a dying man, what's wrong? From the day I met Emperor Chongzhen?

Perhaps, this is fate!

In the past few days, Wu Sangui has filled in all the troops that can be filled in outside the city. Now all he has in his hands is the regiment of guards guarding the official residence, plus the police force scattered throughout the city of Mumbai.

The police......! Wu Sangui knew what kind of goods these people were, and when the Ming army came, they would definitely surrender. It is estimated that the first wave to spit on their corpses were these people.

Wu Sangui actually understood that Li Xiao's intention was to let him fill in the meaningless troops. Then it was blown into piles of minced meat by the artillery fire of the Ming army.

But he couldn't help it, as long as the Ming army stepped into the city of Mumbai, his rule would completely collapse.

Over the years, he has been rampant in Mumbai, without any regard for the feelings of Indians. I always felt that as long as I had a gun in my hand, the Indians would be afraid of him. Now that the Ming people are here, those Indians who have long been dissatisfied can eat him alive.

Li Xiao had no intention of entering the city, he just ordered the Ming army to stay on the periphery, and everyone who approached the Ming army's position would be shot mercilessly. Whether they are here to surrender or to fight, there are no exceptions.

Sure enough, the police quickly betrayed Wu Sangui after seeing the situation clearly. Thousands of police officers opened the armory and began handing out guns to the citizens of Mumbai.

Then these mobs who got guns began to storm Wu Sangui's official residence. Over the years, the Indians at the bottom have been bullied by Wu Sangui and his Gurkha soldiers.

Wu Sangui levied taxes arbitrarily, and many of the wealthy Indians in Mumbai were forced to leave their homes, and if they didn't run away, they would be directly forced to die. The Gurkha have no military discipline, and it is common for them to go to the streets to buy things without paying. Many times, women were openly abducted on the streets and returned to the barracks.

I've never seen anyone go in, and I've never seen anyone come out. The family went to the barracks to look for them, and they would be beaten half to death and then arrested. According to the treatment of trespassing in the barracks, in the end, you can only spend money to get people out.

Most of the people in the city of Mumbai had never seen the Ming army, but they all hated Wu Sangui in their hearts. As soon as they got their weapons, they rushed to Wu Sangui's residence. The Ming army came, and Wu Sangui fell. Now is the time for revenge and revenge.

Look at those mobs, cut leeks and be swept down. Wu Sangui grinned, although Lao Tzu is in decline, it is not something that you idiots can bully.