"Stay in formation and keep going!"

Only the last line of defense remains, and the walls of Tehran's new city are already close at hand.

A smile finally appeared on the corner of Barurasi's mouth, this place will soon become the territory of the Timurid Khanate, how could the people of the Ming Dynasty never think that everything they did here would be cheaper for others in the blink of an eye.

He cared more about the firearms of the Ming army than about these buildings.

If the Timurid Khanate had mastered these weapons, it would only be a matter of time before the world was conquered.

He is even fantasizing now that his legions are holding the muskets and artillery of the Ming army, fighting everywhere and being invincible......

The Ming army continued to retreat, and the Timurid corps continued to advance.

Finally, the legion advanced to the last line of defense of the Ming army's position!

It was a long, narrow trench, roughly one and a half people high.

Barulath was even more excited, and did not hesitate to lead the people to jump.

As long as this trench is broken, the Ming army will have no position to defend, and by that time......

Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong.

This is a keen sense of battle, which, combined with the experience of many battles, makes him immediately aware of the problem.

There is a problem with the height of the trenches!

Generally speaking, the purpose of the trench is to provide a space for the musketeer to shoot, so it does not dig very deep, about half a person high, at least when shooting, the eye can see outside.

However, the trench was so tall that it was too tall for an adult man to reach the top edge even if he had his hands raised and his feet jumping.

How did the Ming army shoot in such a deep trench?

Barulasi quickly recalled the scene of the battle just now, the Ming army had blocked the first two trenches, and when it came to the last trench, they did not let go of a single shot.

If it is not used to block, then what is the purpose of this trench?

Suddenly, Baru Rasi had an ominous premonition in his heart!

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

However, it was too late.

Rushing in front were all heavily armored knights, who were covered in iron armor all over their bodies, and their movements were particularly inconvenient, and it was impossible to climb up after jumping off the trenches.

Moreover, the soldiers in the back were still jumping off the trenches, and at this time, the people in front suddenly received an order to retreat, and they were suddenly crowded.

Bang!

In the midst of the chaos, a loud bang was heard.

Here, the Ming army had already planted bombs and waited for the Timurid soldiers to jump down.

Bang!

Bang!

Explosions rang out one after another, and the entire trench was about fifty meters long, and ten bombs were planted in advance.

These bombs are made of black powder, because the black powder production process is simple and the amount is large.

The power of the bomb depends on the amount of gunpowder, and it is not a problem to put as much gunpowder as you want to put without considering the bearing of the Kong Ming lantern.

All of a sudden, flesh and blood flew in the trenches.

The bodies of the Timurid soldiers were strewn everywhere, blood and dirt mixed together, giving off a disgusting smell.

Barulath had the better fortune, and when the explosion began, the two heavy cavalry in front of him fended off most of the shock wave and shrapnel for him.

Rao was like this, he was still thrown out, covered in blood.

I just don't know if this blood is my own or that of someone else around me.

Because the trenches were dug too deeply, many of the corpses were buried on the spot, which saved a lot of trouble.

As for those who are not yet dead, they are also in place at one time and buried directly.

Balulass struggled to get up as he pushed the body away, but his legs seemed to be unconscious, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

At this time, his heart was full of fear and despair, and he could only wait for death to come, waiting for the slaughter of the Ming army.

"Kill!"

In the distance, there was a sudden sound of shouting and killing, one after another, endlessly.

Barulath lay on the ground, and clearly felt the deafening sound of horses' hooves.

He wanted to see what was happening, but his body was completely unconscious and unable to move.

Hearing the explosion, the main cavalry of the Ming army immediately killed from both sides and cut off the rear road of Timur's army.

This time, it was really cavalry against infantry, one-sided killings.

Before the Timurid soldiers could react, the vanguard was directly gone, and now they had to face the onslaught of the cavalry, and they were powerless to parry.

Baruros could clearly hear the sound of rifle shots, the sound of bows and arrows breaking through the air, the sound of swords and spears piercing into flesh, and the screams of the soldiers.

He was already dead, and this battle was lost after all.

At this time, he could only lie on the ground, unable to move.

His heart beat violently, as if it was about to burst out of his chest, and his hands clung to the dirt, trying to crawl out of the pile of dead people, but after a long time, it was still in vain.

A pair of military boots suddenly appeared in front of him, looking at the style, it should be a Ming soldier.

Of course, at this time, it is impossible to have your own people.

Those who rushed to the front were all killed, and those who did not die were like themselves, buried in the pile of dead people and could not move, and the rear team was intercepted and killed by the Ming cavalry, and they were already defeated......

Barulat smiled bitterly and slowly raised his head.

He wanted to see what the man in front of him looked like......

"This one isn't dead, it's still moving!"

Burst!

The sword light flickered, and the head of Barulasi fell to the ground.

The Ming army, which had just feigned retreat, began to counterattack, and the Timurid soldiers who were wounded by the explosion had nowhere to escape, and they were stabbed one by one, and they were killed cleanly.

The cavalry moved back and forth, dividing the soldiers of Timur's legion, and then breaking them one by one.

Ab Saiza held the binoculars and felt blood dripping from his heart when he saw that his soldiers were being slaughtered.

More than half of the 200,000-strong army has been killed or wounded, and the rest are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and they don't even have the courage to resist.

Muharda, the military minister, stepped forward and asked: "Great Khan, what is to be done?" ”

Absaiza silently closed his eyes and said, "Withdraw!" ”

"Great Khan, this is all our main force!"

Muharda was in a hurry, did he just watch his soldiers being slaughtered and do nothing?

Absaiza suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Do you have a better way?" ”

Muharda was silent for a moment, yes, what else could be done?

The 200,000 army is the main force, and now there are 300,000 logistics, do you require these logistics personnel to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy?

The main forces have been wiped out, what's the use of logistics personnel going up?

The only thing that can be done is to consume the physical strength of the Ming army, after all, killing people is a physical job, even if it is 300,000 sheep, queue up for you to kill, you have to kill for three days and three nights, and cut your knife to the blade.

The defeat of the front is a foregone conclusion, and if we don't withdraw, I'm afraid that even the Great Khan will have to get in.

The trumpets sounded, and the ranks rose up and retreated.

When the soldiers on the front line who were still fighting heard the voice, their hearts instantly turned to ashes, and they no longer had a trace of fighting spirit.

"Surrender!"

"We surrender!"

Everyone threw down their swords and knelt down in unison.