It seems that the Ming army is like a nail house now. I will remain unmoved without the wind and rain. But in fact, Wu Sangui knew in his heart that the initiative in the war was still on the side of Jastanbul, Wabu. After all, he only had 3,000 people, and they were 70,000. If they really wanted to calm down, they didn’t have to fight you. They got around and pinched their heads and tails and surrounded them for ten days and half a month. Hunger would be enough to starve Wu Sangui to death.

Besides, he had not lasted for less than ten days or half a month. In the civil war in the Ming Dynasty, he could still use loyalty as the core of the unit. However, when he went abroad, he fought hard, and he was just following the silver. Moreover, these mercenaries were fooled by him from the Left Army. If the war did not go well, he might have to put his head in a silver plate and presented it to Nawabu.

So, he can't let Jastanbul have such a calm mind!

Now it seems that the pig battle is still very effective, which makes the king really angry, and he is buried in a hundred miles of corpses and blood flows into a river! Although the blood of their Bangladeshi army is flowing.

The original fire gate gun was not as good as the Ming army, so it was simply used as a supervisory team. Two thousand muskets were pressed behind, and teams of town light infantry were hugged in groups and forced to rush towards the river beach. Looking at the bloody knights on the ground, while running, these unlucky cannon fodder soldiers kept shouting in fear.

When people are afraid, they are like gangs, thus finding a sense of security. However, the crowded crowds have become a living target for the Left Army Mercenary Group, which allows them to take the new tactics they learned during the preparation of Tainan to take the actual combat. Just like shooting at the training ground, they narrowed one eye at the light infantry panting and pulled the trigger. The morale of the other party was so low that they shot over a crackling gun. Twenty or thirty people fell down in a square formation, and basically they had to cry and cry and retreat back.

Even at noon, a group of junglers had fun killing people. One team picked the sharpshooter with the most accurate marksman fired, betting on which bad luck was the head of the bad luck, and other people followed the gambling, and putting on a bottle of wine and a bag of cigarettes, and the Ming army's position was in chaos.

But in this way, the impact on the empire's morale has become even more serious. You are just a second dog who bent over and farmed in the farmland, or a three fat man who runs errands and does odd jobs in the shop. He is trembling and forced to the battlefield. As you walk, your boss or the land where you farm together suddenly explodes like a rotten watermelon. The hot stuff sprays you all over. What's your mood at that moment?

These citizens who were forced to recruit were tortured crazy and drove forward. Sometimes, if anyone staggered or coughed, the entire team of Indian soldiers collapsed before the left army could fire, and they fled back and forth. Even if muskets were crackling behind them, they would never join the battle again.

One inch long and one inch strong. The red-clothed cannon shot at the elevation angle to the flintlock gun fire extending between the 300 and 30 meters, and it became a living line of death. The Bangladeshi army, which paid tribute like a tide, was defeated here one by one. In the afternoon, more than two thousand corpses were left between the military formations.

The portrait of the fat, thick, flat and fat pig was still hanging on the artillery position of the Left Army Mercenary Corps.

Jastanbul is so angry that he is so angry.

And what made him even more angry and frightened was that with his failure, his control over the entire army also decreased.

"Report! Governor Nawab, Governor Mir Japur refused to go to war, Governor Danatan wanted to organize his troops, and the two Governors in the southeast are also preparing for an attack!"

Listening to the soldier's report, terrifying earthworm patterns appeared on Nawabu's forehead, and his deep eye sockets almost glared out. However, he had no choice but to do anything about the passive slack work of several military governors.

The Mughal Empire was a feudal empire, and the Ming Empire was a feudal unified empire. The difference between three words was 108,000 miles away. Just like the tribes in Mongolia, these fief cavalry and fief cavalry also followed their hereditary lords. A proverb in the Central Plains that the Hu people had no national destiny for a hundred years, which was also the sorrow of this political system, and they opened up morale. The lords of all sizes could work together to fight for a bloody path, but when the interests were distributed, the internal contradictions were so sharp that they became the main contradiction, which made these greedy nomadic descendants desperately.

Before the troops were moved, his Wab was still majestic and domineering, but everyone mobilized their troops. Looking at the Ming army's musket array and Arafa, the bodies of thousands of fief knights, who would take the cavalry in their hands to fill in cannon fodder?

This situation is that even though everyone goes together, Wu Sangui has eight heads that are not enough to cut, but at the critical moment, he just can't adjust his main force. This feeling of frustration can be imagined!

The light infantry sent some deaths, and the sun became more and more tilted. Seeing the dazzling pig-shaped face, the continuous anger finally swallowed up the last trace of Jastanbul's rationality. With a roar, he dragged the Damascus scimitar, he actually rushed towards the front line in person.

.........

Once again, thousands of imperial light infantry rushed up with short spears in a cry of fear and despair. The left army mercenaries who had been smoking cigarettes all over the floor were tired of playing. They fired a few shots weakly. More than 70 meters away from the trench, the group of light infantry continued to scatter as usual.

But behind these cannon fodders, there was an earth-shaking roar. Suddenly, they turned over and over, wearing Central Asian leaf armor, Persian cavalry, covered with big beards, and Turkic cavalry suddenly appeared in front of the mercenary group through the crowd, holding up the fine patterned steel Damascus sword, and charging forward with anger.

"Oh, I'll go!"

Ma Shixiu, who was lying on the trench with a small wine, flipping off the mound with cleverness. He found a musket somewhere. While he was shooting at the same time, he shouted in anger: "Shoot, fight back, fuck him!!!"

He was caught off guard and forgot about the three-stage shots of the mercenaries who couldn't react. He directly took the gun and hugged the fire. He shot the bullets. The main Mughal cavalry running in front fell off his horse again. But this time, Jastanbul pressed the bottom of his box, and the feudal knights in the central leadership were tied to his interests. Nawab personally suppressed the formation. These descendants of Central Asian conquerors who conquered the subcontinent also fought to the death, and pressed forward desperately with astonishing casualties.

Seventy meters, the cavalry ran for more than ten seconds. As soon as the second round of guns rang, these nomadic outlaws had already rushed in front of them. Ma Shixiu watched a cold Damascus steel knife slashing at his forehead.

But, there are trenches in mercenaries!

As he shrank down, the cavalry flew over his head and raised his head. Another snow-white horse's belly was passing over his head. With a bayonet, Ma Shixiu stabbed upwards. Amid the screams of the war horse, the smelly and hot internal organs mixed with blood suddenly spurted out. The Turkic knights above were thrown out for several meters. Before he could stand up, three bayonets in the third trench were put into action. In the sound of the puffing, the fief knight with his eyes stormed twice, and then collapsed to the ground.

At the central artillery position, watching the flag of the deputy king of Bengal float above the attacking team, Wu Sangui stared for a day, and an unprecedented light burst out from his pupils. That kind of fanaticism was called ambition! He picked up his hands and slashed at the fief knight who was heading towards the cannon. The hot blood splattered on his face, and Wu Sangui roared in great enthusiasm.

"Go! If you do this barbarian, we will win today!"

"A whole magnificent and rich city is waiting for you to harvest! If you want to make a fortune, kill them all!!!"

While roaring, he waved his sword and rushed into the crowd. Wu Sangui's roar seemed to have turned on the aura of morale. When he heard the wealth, the mercenaries who had crossed the ocean also showed bloodthirsty eyes, and they met them fiercely like a group of hungry wolves.

Finally, close combat came, but at this time, Nawab Jastanbul made a sad discovery. The Great Mughal cavalry who were scattered across the subcontinent did not have an advantage, and it was even more appropriate to be at a disadvantage.

Among the three trenches, the cavalry, who were known for their speed, could not run at all, and the Damascus scimitar, which was invincible, encountered an unprecedented enemy for the first time. The steel sheet more than an inch thick was hit by the machine to one or two millimeters. The metal defense after cold forging was amazing. The Damascus steel knife that cut leather armor and cloth armor were like chopping melons and vegetables was chopping on it. Only a large piece of Mars popped up. On the contrary, the bayonet installed on the flintlock rifle was raised upwards, and a powerful Empire Knight would scream and fall off the horse. On the edge of the trenches, the main force of Jida, who was proud, was picked up in the trenches one by one. The descendants of the world conquerors shouted in fear and retreated backwards. The Mingren, who was red-eyed, broke out from the trenches like a madman, and opened blood holes on the Imperial Knights.

On the cruel battlefield, the actual ruler of Bangladesh also began to be frightened!

Almost in a pleading tone, Jastanbul shouted in grief and anger: "Let Mir Jabur send troops immediately, hurry up! Or Bangladesh Suba will be finished!!!"

But before the messenger who accepted his orders could run out, a shocking cheer suddenly sounded on the huge battlefield.

"Nawabu is dead!"

"The barbarian leader is dead! Kill the thief and get rewards!!!"

In the incredible gaze of Jastanbul, a bamboo pole sucked up a head wrapped in a turban and bearded. Before he could scream and scold him angrily, what scared him happened again. How could the fief knight, who had been knocked out, still have the heart to distinguish the true or false? As the enemy shouted in Persian, the imperial cavalry in the front finally couldn't bear it and cried and retreated backwards.
Chapter completed!