The first wave of attacks was thwarted, Timur's corps had to retreat, and the two sides re-entered a state of confrontation.

Barurath was scolded by Abu Saiza, but he could only endure his anger and not attack.

"Great Khan, the Ming army is cunning, we need to change our strategy."

Abu Saiza had almost done the same, and when he heard this, he asked, "What is your strategy?" ”

Barulasi said: "I admit that the firearms of the Ming army are powerful, but no matter how powerful the weapons are, they also have weaknesses!" ”

Abu Saiza's eyes sank slightly, and he said, "Go on! ”

"The Ming Dynasty attacked the Ottomans by the Nanyang sea route, and the ammunition they carried was limited, and this new type of firearm was very powerful, which meant that the production process was complicated, especially the ammunition, every batch consumed, there would be a less batch, unless supplies were transported from the mainland, but they simply did not have time."

"That's the reason, what is your response to?"

"It's simple, consume!"

Absaiza raised his eyes and said, "How to consume?" Spend the lives of soldiers? ”

"Great Khan, fighting a war is a matter of attrition, and if the sacrifice of a small number of soldiers' lives can be exchanged for victory, why not?" ”

Ab Saiza was silent for a moment, and then asked: "From a tactical point of view, there is no problem with your proposal, but have you ever thought about how to win if the battlefield turns into a one-sided killing and destroys our morale?" ”

"Rest assured, when the Great Khan attacked the Sultan of Delhi, he recruited some local troops, about 5,000 men, and they came in handy today. ”

Ab Saiza finally nodded and said, "Even if you surrender your troops, you must save some money, spread the formation as much as possible, and consume the ammunition of the Ming army to the greatest extent." ”

"Subordinates obey!"

"Wait a minute!"

Ab Saiza suddenly thought of one thing and said: "Draw some elites from these surrendered troops, you don't need too many, just a few hundred people, and attack the supply line of the Ming army around the rear!" ”

Baru Rasi was a little puzzled and asked: "Great Khan, attacking the other party's supplies can use our people, the combat effectiveness of the Delhi troops is too poor, even if it is elite, it cannot compete with the Ming army." ”

Ab Saiza smiled contemptuously and said, "I don't expect these troops to succeed at all, just distract the other party, it's enough." ”

Only then did Barulasi come to his senses and said, "The Great Khan is brilliant! ”

The combat effectiveness of the Delhi troops was not ordinarily poor, it was originally used as a civilian man, and if it could successfully cause damage to the supply line of the Ming army, it would be purely for nothing.

Even if you can't do it, that's okay.

When the logistics line of the Ming army was disturbed, it would inevitably disperse the forces of the front line to defend it, and its strategic goal would be achieved.

Everything was arranged, and the battle began again.

The elite of Timur's regiment were all withdrawn and replaced with Delhi soldiers.

The Ming army soon discovered the clues, and the enemy army was all infantry, in groups of three or five, very scattered among each other.

Bang!

Bang!

After a burst of artillery fire, the pace of the opponent's attack slowed down, but it didn't take long for it to pounce again.

Li Zhen sensed that something was wrong, waved his hand, and postponed the firing of the cannon.

Since taking charge of the new 3,000 battalions, there have been many battles of all sizes, and various tactics have also been seen, and this is the first time I have seen this kind of attack.

Sun Jixian stepped forward and asked, "Grandpa, do you want to fight?" ”

"Don't fight!"

"But the enemy is rushing up!"

Li Zhen put down the binoculars and asked rhetorically, "Don't you think there's a problem?" ”

Sun Jixian thought about it for a while, nodded and said, "It's quite strange, these people are too scattered, and the speed of the charge is not fast, it feels like, it's ......"

"What is it?"

"Like cannon fodder!"

"That's right, it's cannon fodder!"

Li Zhen sneered and said, "It's ridiculous that the Timurid army wants to use these cannon fodder to deceive Lao Tzu's shells!" ”

"Grandpa, what should we do?"

"Pass the order, all artillery muskets, not a single ammunition should be wasted, bayonets in the front, prepare for white-knuckle combat!"

"Yes!"

A strange scene appeared on the battlefield, since the Ming army fired a few shells, it was like a dumb fire, and there was no more sound.

Timur's army still consisted of Delhi soldiers, charging forward in a sparse manner.

At the rear of the position, Barulas's eyes widened, but he clearly saw that his people had rushed to the Ming army's position, but the other party still had no reaction, and the battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Finally, the Delhi soldiers at the forefront came to the Ming position, and then ......

The Ming troops hidden in the trenches suddenly jumped up, and the rifles in their hands had been installed with three-edged bayonets at the front, and the Ming Huanghuang was particularly dazzling.

"Kill!"

In a burst of shouting and killing, the Ming army was like chopping melons and vegetables, frantically harvesting the lives of the other party.

And the Delhi soldiers on the opposite side suddenly became watermelons and cabbages, and they were beaten crying and crying for their mothers, and they were fartizing and urinating.

Melee combat is much more tragic than long-range strikes, just imagine, if you are charging on the battlefield, a shell falls on your side, boom, and the person is gone, simple and simple, painless.

White-knuckle combat is very different, every knife slashed on the body, it is a deep blood mark.

You'll see your own blood gushing out of your body and spraying it on the other person's face.

The Delhi soldiers were originally positioned as a food transport team, at most a reserve, and they were not ready for battle at all, and they even received the weapons in their hands last night.

Whether it is the combat quality of individual soldiers or the overall skills and tactics, it is really too far behind.

The battlefield immediately turned into a one-sided killing, the Delhi soldiers were desperate, they couldn't fight and couldn't run, and at the critical moment, someone decisively threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground.

A Ming soldier chased close with a bayonet, and when he saw the other party suddenly kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, he was first stunned, then spat disdainfully, and turned to chase the next one.

Seeing this, the other Delhi soldiers immediately scrambled to throw down their weapons and beg on their knees.

When Barulath saw this scene in the telescope, he was so angry that he cursed.

Originally, he wanted to use these troops to consume the ammunition of the Ming army, but he didn't think about it, and the people didn't bother to use muskets at all, but instead fought bayonets.

This result surprised him, because long-range strikes only have ammunition loss, and there are zero casualties, and hand-to-hand combat will be attrition anyway.

Even if those Delhi soldiers are overwhelmed, ten to one is always okay, right?

5,000 people rushed over, even if they were all killed in battle, they had to drag 500 Ming troops to accompany them to the funeral.

What is infuriating is that the Delhi soldiers really have no backbone at all, and they will collapse at the first touch, and they will surrender directly.

Baru Rasi jumped to his feet and scolded his mother, and after a long time, he tried to calm down and went to the big tent of the Chinese army.

After scolding others, it's time to be scolded yourself.

(End of chapter)