Finally, it was the Black Sheep Legion in the north that moved first.

Karashah personally led an army of 50,000 to advance, the Chinese army advanced head-on, and the cavalry detoured to cover the two flanks, with a momentum like a rainbow.

The Timurid Legion on the East Road and the Aries Legion on the South Road got the news and took action one after another, but they were not as fast as the Black Sheep Legion, and they seemed to be still holding a wait-and-see attitude.

Li Zhen, the Duke of Rui, personally came to the northern front, and at this time, the Black Sheep Legion had already approached the city, covering the sky and the sun.

"Grandpa, the enemy has entered the minefield, do you want to open fire?"

Li Zhen held a monocular in her hand, and as far as her eye could see, it was densely packed with people.

"Don't be in a hurry, calm down!"

Karashah was afraid of the firearms of the Ming army, and while the troops were advancing, they constantly adjusted their formations to prevent an ambush.

However, the other party did not move for a long time, which made his tense mood relax little by little.

The situation in front of us has confirmed that Moravi's intelligence is correct, and the Ming army has no ammunition!

Without heavy firepower, Tehran would not have been able to hold Tehran with only a few thousand men.

The scouts from the periphery kept coming, and the Timurid army and the Aries army were also steadily advancing, no matter who of these two families occupied Tehran, they would not obediently give up, and it was time to make a decision.

After weighing it for a long time, Karashah finally gave the order for a general attack.

After all, the number is superior, even if the Ming army has an ambush, even if it is desperate for casualties, it is necessary to take Tehran!

"Attack!"

A low trumpet sounded, and the Black Sheep Legion began to charge.

Li Zhen stared at the front tightly and slowly raised her right hand.

Seeing that the Ming army did not have any resistance, the charge of the Black Sheep Legion was even more fierce, and the vanguard had already broken through the minefield, and they could see their facial expressions clearly without a telescope.

Fierce, greedy, murderous.

It's like a pack of hungry wolves rushing into the flock, revealing their sharp claws.

The distance between the two sides was less than a hundred paces, and the charge of the Black Sheep army became even more frenzied, and they seemed to have seen the hope of victory, and the crushing defeat that had occurred not long ago had long been forgotten.

At this moment, Li Zhen's right hand swung down violently.

"Fire!"

A series of artillery sounds suddenly came from the Ming army's position, which was deafening and resounded in the sky.

The disemboweling cannonballs swept through the front of the Black Sheep Legion like meteors, falling behind them.

Bang!

Bang!

The shells hit the ground and exploded, detonating the mines that had already been laid, and for a moment, explosions were everywhere, accompanied by bursts of cries.

Under the dense formation, countless soldiers of the Black Sheep Legion were blown apart, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The charge at the front continued, because they simply could not stop.

The rear was already in chaos, the minefield separated the entire Black Sheep Legion, under the double blow of mortars and mines, a large number of soldiers were killed on the spot, the team behind was still charging, the seriously injured lay on the ground and called for help, but no one paid attention to it, and even stepped on their bodies.

With such a large-scale charge, even if the commander gave the order to retreat, it would be difficult to carry out it for a while.

Karashah's heart was dripping blood, and the Orientals were too cunning to set up an ambush after all.

However, the war machine has already been set in motion and cannot be easily stopped.

So far, he can only continue to charge, his number is still superior, even if he is desperate for death and injury, he must take the position.

Li Zhen stared indifferently ahead, and once again raised her right hand.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A series of gunfire rang out from the Ming position, and bullets poured out like a torrential rain, mercilessly shooting at the invading enemy.

Within 100 paces was the most advantageous firing distance of the rifle, and the vanguard of the Black Sheep Legion was instantly hit hard.

Their formation began to disorganize, and the soldiers fell one after another, wailing one after another.

Karashah's heart was bleeding, but there was no way out.

If they retreat at this time, the Ming army will take advantage of the situation to pursue, and the casualties will be even worse.

He clearly saw that there were only 1,000 people on the Ming army's position, and he could not resist the onslaught of his 50,000 army no matter what.

Fight!

The Black Sheep Legion continued to rush towards the Ming army's position, trying to break through the defensive line, a hundred, eighty, fifty steps......

After fifty steps, it is difficult to go any further.

Gunfire rang out constantly from the positions of the Ming army, suppressing the enemy's charge.

The Black Sheep soldiers kept falling, and then new soldiers rushed up and fell again......

They have not yet understood that the war has entered the age of firearms, and numbers are no longer superior.

Unless the opponent runs out of ammunition, no matter how many people there are, they will not be able to pass through the fire net of the forward position.

Karashah saw that his army had suffered heavy losses, but he was unable to move forward, so he had no choice but to change formation.

The Black Sheep soldiers began to disperse, fanning the Ming army's position.

The cavalry on both flanks began to make a detour, moving to the left and right of the Ming army's position, waiting for an opportunity to find a hole in the Ming army's defensive line.

Seeing this, Li Zhen decisively ordered the adjustment of the Ming army's defensive formation, ensuring that each position could take care of each other, and once there was a gap, others could quickly fill it.

As time went on, the fighting intensified.

The soldiers of the Black Sheep Legion were still charging frantically, while the Ming army relied on tight defensive formations and excellent fire suppression to hold their positions.

With the unremitting efforts of the Black Sheep Legion, they finally broke through the death line of fifty steps and killed the Ming army's position.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and although the Ming army had a huge advantage in weapons and equipment, it was too small in number and had already begun to suffer casualties.

The soldiers of the Black Sheep Legion were even more exhausted, they struggled under the suppression of the Ming army's firepower, and with their last breath, they rushed into the Ming army's position and raised their swords to chop.

However, what awaited them was a bright three-edged bayonet.

Countless black sheep soldiers fell on the Ming army's position, and then, the Ming army suddenly rushed out of the position and launched a counter-charge.

They are in a tight formation, forming a small team of three or five people, or seven or eight people, and the members echo each other back and forth, like meat grinders, harvesting the lives of the enemy.

Karashah was desperate and finally fought to the top of the game, but his side still did not have an advantage.

The morale of the Black Sheep Legion began to decline, and they found themselves surrounded by Ming troops, each squad seemingly fighting independently, but still able to maintain close contact with each other, cover each other, and shoot extremely ruthlessly, usually with a lethal move, without any superfluous movements.

Melee combat is more terrifying than long-range suppression, and under the blow of muskets and artillery, it is possible to die before you can react.

When the other party really stands in front of him, he truly experiences the cruelty of war.

In the face of the god-like Ming army, a sense of fear arose in their hearts, and they no longer had the courage to charge, so they threw down the scimitars in their hands and retreated lifelessly, trying to escape from this bloody battlefield.

Seeing that his army began to rout, Karashah finally gave the order to retreat.