March 24, 1796.

After two days of preparation.

The allied forces of the Indian princes of the Ming Dynasty and the allied forces of the Qing and Mo dynasties fought in the valley south of the city of Agoura, and finally there was a full resound.

With a large number of Mughals' most elite Uzbek cavalry constantly charged.

The muskets of the allied forces of the Indian princes of the Ming Dynasty also continued to crush the charge of the opposing horse team.

The Qing-Mo coalition army, which had the advantage of terrain, gradually fell into a passive situation.

Subsequently, the Ming and Indian coalition forces attacked on three fronts.

With muskets and artillery, they launched a full-front onslaught against the Qing-Mo coalition army!

After the gunshots.

What sounded was the earth-shattering shouting of killing!

"God is great! God is great! ”

Shouting slogans were the infantry of the Mughal Empire.

The Mughal Empire was mostly Hindus, but their top ranks were Green Christians, so they were able to recruit warriors from Central Asia to fight – the Mughals ruled India by using the wealth of India to recruit Central Asian warriors to rule India.

After all, everyone knows.

The Indians did not fight.

But now.

These Green Christians, who chanted "God is great", are now really being beaten to the point of collapse by the "true Indians" of southern India.

Yes.

In fact, most of the people in northern India are "foreign invaders".

The indigenous people of India are all darker, and those who come from outside are whiter.

At first the Aryans, then the Great Yue, Turkic, Persian, Mongol.

Successive invaders have struck from the Khyber Pass in northwestern India, each time establishing a power on the continent that Indians can be proud of.

So in the eyes of the white Indians, the black Indians are not very capable of fighting - after all, they are the first indigenous race of India to be conquered.

But now.

The Central Asian warriors, who are generally perceived to be more capable of fighting, were beaten by three brigades of Black Indian natives with heavy casualties.

Fifteen thousand flintlock muskets fired in a volley, and the projectiles formed a dense barrage of bullets, turning into a rain of metal, beating the white-skinned guys from the northwest who had bullied Black India for 5,000 years to cry and cry.

Black Indians are excited.

When will they be able to fight like this!

All this is the credit of the Chinese uncle.

Under the leadership of the Chinese uncle.

We black Indians can also be invincible!

10,000 Uzbek warriors, dressed in white and wrapped in white turbans on their heads, formed four phalanxes and charged violently.

Yes!

It's the charge.

Not lining up to be shot.

Rather, it is a direct charge.

Lila Muku, who commanded the battle, was ruthless.

He knew that his men would not be able to defeat each other in the line of shots.

Although on the front were three Black Indian brigades.

But on one side was a brigade of yellow India, armed with rifled guns - the yellow India could fight much more than the black India.

And on the other side are howitzer positions.

The explosion of the howitzer made the line infantry, which was slowly pressing in a slow formation, a live target.

In this case.

You can't beat the queue and shoot at all.

The only chance.

It is to take advantage of the intermittent when the artillery of the Ming army is hot, seize the time, rush up, and fight hand-to-hand.

They have to push their opponents back.

Because the Mughal cavalry had already suffered heavy losses, and the follow-up support force of the Ming army on the opposite side had three dragoon brigades!

If you don't force the other party back and entangle them, it is difficult to say how many of these tens of thousands of Mughal warriors hired from Central Asia will return alive.

Therefore.

Now only

Give it a go!!

These Uzbek infantry did not use the reinforcement of bayonets, but their scimitars and shields.

In this era, the bayonet was almost a sign of a strong army.

This means a combination of great firepower and strict discipline.

The infantry of the feudal era, which used traditional cold weapons, could hardly take advantage of the army with bayonets.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of fried beans sounded.

The Uzbek infantry had just rushed less than a hundred paces at a rapid pace.

A dense platoon of guns rang out.

Hand-to-hand combat requires courage.

But what is needed to be honest and obedient to fight in a dense queue is to play a platoon of guns.

In this regard.

The Black Indians are clearly qualified.

Motivated by rigorous training and reward and punishment mechanisms.

Where there is a difference between races.

It's all two shoulders and one head.

Black India pulls the trigger and fires a bullet.

Is there any essential difference between it and the bullets fired by white and Chinese people who pull the trigger?

In front of the bullets.

Everyone is equal.

In the face of shells, some people are more equal.

Countless projectiles formed a metal storm.

The bullets slammed head-on into the scimitar torrent of the Mughal Central Asian warriors.

Durko, a warrior from the Ferghana Basin, is part of a torrent of scimitars.

Speaking of which.

He had an enmity with his allies in this battle, the Qing people.

His hometown had been plundered by Qing troops, but it was the Ming people who now occupied the Ferghana Basin.

He folded his head and moved forward.

Simply ignore the gunfire of the infidels.

He didn't pay attention to the screams around him, and just charged with his head covered.

The warriors of the true gods do not fear death, which is only a pass to the eternal kingdom of heaven, where there are beds studded with diamonds.

There were young servants who lived forever, there were countless good food and wine, and there were as many as 100,000 slaves.

Seventy-two virgins and goats with butts washed cleaner than anything awaited him.

Two hundred steps to go!

Dulko rushed to the front, swishing bullets flying over his head.

But today, it seemed that he was really blessed by the true god, and people kept falling around him, but Dulco was the only one who was not hit by a bullet.

When the second row of gunfire rang out.

He's already rushed into a fog of gunsmoke, and still hasn't been hit!

He only vaguely saw the heretics in front of him standing one by one, standing densely, what a large number!

Fear appeared on the faces of the black Indians.

A sinister smile tugged at the corners of Durko's mouth.

These damn sluts.

Do they think that with the support of the Ming people, they will be able to climb above the heads of the Uzbek warriors?

Their muskets were powerful.

But.

Dulco is convinced.

As long as he rushes in front of those black Indians, he can easily defeat these black Indian pariahs.

They are simply vulnerable!

This is a historical experience for thousands of years!!

Heretics have already occupied Central Asia.

The current Mughal emperor is the only sultan in this land who shelters the Greens.

When the Mughals died, the Greens became the rulers of the land.

Qing people, Ming people, Britons.

Even the Marathas are going to step on their heads!

Durco secretly made up his mind to defend the true god with his scimitar!

Bang Bang Bang ......

Another volley of guns!

I don't know if it's because of the closer distance, this time the 15,000 flintlock pistols burst out with the momentum of artillery bombardment.

The choking smoke on the battlefield became even thicker, and the white smoke filled everywhere, looking even more ethereal, as if in the clouds.

Dulko began to have the illusion that he had ascended to heaven.

But what about the land full of milk and honey?

What about a bed studded with precious stones and gold?

What about a hundred thousand slaves and seventy-two virgins?

Why not come and greet yourself?

"Long live Daming!! Kill! ”

The earth-shattering shouts quickly brought Dulco back to reality!

He didn't understand the language of the cry, and he had never heard it, it was the enemy's cry!

The enemy is also charging!

But

How did you change it to a Ming person?

In the smoke of gunpowder, it was not the Black Indians who rushed towards Dulko and the others.

Rather, it was the Ming army of a brigade that had already detoured back to the front of the Black India Brigade!

Ming people?

Dulko was shocked.

He had heard too many legends about the Ming people.

Legend.

They are invincible, they are invincible, they have the largest empire in the world!

But

How is this!

I have the blessing of God.

What is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

The true God is the greatest!!

Dulko felt the blood in his veins boiling......

The warrior of the gods is invincible, and he has been training the scimitar for twenty years, and he is the best warrior in the steppes of Central Asia!

"God is great! God is great!! ”

Dulko was the first to chant.

Beside him, a group of warriors of the true gods also held their scimitars and shouted.

I don't know why their true god didn't come to help them block a bullet.

"The three brigades are divided into two groups to attack, the first wave of the Kanur Brigade and the Gudebo Brigade, and the second wave of the Gulberga Brigade!"

At the rear of the military formation, Yang Fang, the general of the Ming army in charge of the front-line command, shouted loudly.

"There is no advance or retreat! Escape and slash in battle, and slash without moving forward! Reclaim the land and evict the families! ”

Yang Fang emphasized discipline.

Soon a messenger translated his words and conveyed them to every soldier of the Black Indian Brigade.

Because there are too many languages in various parts of the South Asian subcontinent, the languages of all places are not very common, and there is no unified central government on this continent to formulate any official dialect or the like, so these Indian soldiers can only be organized according to language and region.

For many soldiers of Black India.

The Ming Dynasty was not an aggressor, but a liberator.

They joined the Ming army and got the distribution of land!

There were even high priests who personally assured them that by joining the Ming army, their caste was also promoted, but if they were expelled, they would have to be untouchables again!

"I'm not going to be a pariah!"

"If you don't be a pariah in this life, you won't be a pariah in the next life!"

If Emperor Zhu sees this scene here.

Sure to be surprised.

There are so many things to do about his Indian vassals.

It has also played the role of a liberator in India!

Eventful!

Too many things!

Now, these black Indians have not yet reached the level of "princely generals".

But it has also reached the level of consciousness of "I will live a good life in this life, and I will not delay a good life in the next life".

And what really gave them courage was the Ming army of a brigade of Central Asian Green Warriors who had already rushed to the Mughals.

This is their backbone.

Dulko clenched his scimitar and shield in his hands.

There was smoke all around, and the phalanx of the charge seemed to have dispersed.

But he wasn't worried.

Because such situations are so common, almost every time they form a charge, the result is to turn into a rush.

Because it is impossible for more than 2,000 people to maintain formation in a rapid charge.

The Great Chaos War is their purpose this time.

After rushing for more than a dozen steps, the smoke had already cleared somewhat.

He saw a wall of countless bayonets appear in front of him!

The walls of the bayonets are moving, running, sprinting!

Dulco subconsciously looked left and right, trying to find his companion.

But he didn't see the thousands of troops.

"God bless, God is great!!"

The warriors of the Green Cult have gone mad.

They roared hoarsely.

But the smoke that was blown away by the wind.

Silence everyone's roars.

What about people?

Where did the people go?

10,000 infantry, four phalanxes.

Even if it's scattered.

It's impossible that there are so many people left?!

The warriors of the Green Cult were still stunned.

The soldiers of the Ming army are not welcome.

They carried bayonets and lined up in dense horizontal formations.

It crushed like a wall.

Durko didn't flinch, he let out a wild shout, concentrated all his strength on the shield in his left arm, and slammed into the bayonet jungle.

Puff puff......

He heard the oozing sound of a knife stabbing into his body!

Then there were bursts of sharp pain coming from the arms, lower abdomen, and shoulders.

Then he felt his brute force suddenly be sucked away, and his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and then several big feet stepped down!

It's finally time to go to heaven!

It's a pity that not even a single heretic was killed......

A smile crossed Durco's face.

Milk and honey in the flowing land.

One hundred thousand slaves.

Seventy-two virgins.

It's going to be his!

The next moment.

A big foot stepped on his face, alerting countless big feet to step on.

This taste

It's the Black Indians!

Durko closed his eyes completely in reluctance.

I don't know

Trampled into meat by black Indian pariahs.

Can you still go to heaven?

"Do you see clearly? What's going on?? ”

Delentai on the hill behind clenched his fists tightly and asked Zeng Sheng eagerly.

Bursts of gunfire continued to ring, and the Eight Banners were also fighting with the allied forces of the Indian princes of the Ming Dynasty.

But the battlefield was full of gunsmoke, and he couldn't see the situation clearly, and the Mughal Cao Cao Wazir Gazi was sending people to urge him to march.

But how dare Delentai rashly use his 10,000 troops under the condition of unknown circumstances.

This 10,000-strong army is now only one-third of the remaining 30,000 Eight Banner soldiers.

In case it is folded in here.

Then I am afraid that this banner will not be able to hold - the richness of the Indus Valley is coveted by many people.

Zeng Sheng shook his head: "The situation here can still be maintained, don't look at the guns fighting for a while, but the distance between the two sides is far, the bullets can't hit people at all, and there are no casualties...... They should be feinting. ”

This is far away from the musket fire.

Most of them are just a sound.

Not to mention the fact that there is also fortification cover.

So you can't kill a few people at all.

Therefore, the main direction of attack of the Ming army could not be on their side.

"So, they're attacking in the middle!"

Delentai wrinkled and took a deep breath?

"Wazir Gazi is in a hurry to send someone to urge us to attack...... Looks like they're running out of wreckage! ”

Delentai snorted coldly: "A group of rubbish, I originally thought that they believed in the religion and could fight with Ming Gouzi without fear of death." It seems that their true God is not very good. ”

"The true god is similar to the routine of returning to that routine." Zeng Sheng muttered.

Now neither the Qing court nor the Ming court has united people.

So now the green green is not too arrogant.

If you are arrogant, you will be exterminated in minutes.

There is no such thing as a ramen restaurant that can't open pork knuckle rice next to it.

"Let's go." Delentai sighed.

Vazir Gazi is dead and dead.

These 10,000 soldiers are precious.

"It seems that this Mughal Empire has ended here" Zeng Sheng squinted his eyes, "Master, I heard that Delhi is a big city, and most of the wealth of the Mughal has been gathered."

Delentai's eyes lit up.

"Hurry up, while that Mughal Cao Cao can still hold up for a while, let's go to Delhi to escort the Mughal Emperor West."

"West Hunting" Zeng Sheng reminded.

"Yes, yes, yes! Nishi-hunting! ”

(End of chapter)