At dawn, airships began to fly over the city of Mumbai. As an observation airship, they observed the city from top to bottom. At the same time, they continuously sent back coordinate information through light signals.

As long as the coordinate information was sent back, it would be covered by fierce artillery fire. Wu Sangui stood in front of the huge glass window and watched the factories on the outskirts of the city turned into piles of ruins.

These are all the fruits of his hard work. Various factories are like a hen that can only lay golden eggs. I originally thought that Li Xiao would keep these factories and continue production after the war. But I didn’t expect that Li Xiao would do this this time.

Absolutely, just blow up these factories.

It's over! The strategy of trying to rely on these factories for resistance was bankrupt. Even two battalions of Indian soldiers were blown into ashes by artillery fire.

Fortunately, the Gurkhas were left in the city at that time, thinking that they would send reinforcements if reinforcements were needed.

The bombardment continued, and the shells were like plowing a field, plowing through every target. After the bombardment, there were soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms and helmets, hunched over and cautiously approaching these targets.

Behind them, someone mounted a general-purpose machine gun. A little further behind, there was a mortar pulled by a horse-drawn carriage.

As long as a firepower point is seen, the general-purpose machine gun will take advantage of its range to suppress it. Then the mortar will come in handy, and shells will continue to bombard the enemy's firepower point.

The Indians are very weird. Many firepower points are set up close to the ground. The fortifications are covered with conical roofs with steel plates. Ordinary mortar shells will be bounced off when they fall on them. The explosive power of ricochet bombs is smaller.

There are many, which can ensure the safety of people inside the fortifications.

At this time, the rocket launcher comes in handy. It is often a mortar bombing, and the bunker is wrapped in gunpowder smoke. The Ming army soldiers carrying the rocket launcher will trot all the way, setting up the rocket launcher within the range.

The moment the smoke clears, the super-caliber warhead of the rocket launcher will fly out.

Not one, but a bunch.

The rocket launchers all use instant fuses, which will explode the moment they touch the bunker. Some rockets will follow the perforation and fly directly into the bunker by chance.

The bunker was opened one after another like a can, and the Indian soldiers inside were blown into pieces one after another.

"The Indians have made progress and actually know how to hold their position." Li Xiao followed the attacking troops, listening to the battle reports coming back from the front at any time.

"Commander, you don't know? We have checked the Indian bunkers and found that the doors behind the bunkers are all locked with locks. Those Indian soldiers can't escape even if they want to. They can only bite the bullet.

Fight back!" Sun Xing handed the latest battle report to Li Xiao.

"Oh! Haha! Is this the only way to prevent the soldiers from escaping?" Li Xiao shook his head helplessly. It seems that the Indians are very war-weary.

It seems that since Wu Sangui fought against the Ming Dynasty, he has never won any battles. Have the Indians been used as cannon fodder? Once one batch is consumed, it will be replaced by another batch.

Ordinary Indian families? What kind of pension does a man get if he dies in war? He can’t even afford a donkey. Many people joke that an Indian’s life is not worth a donkey.

India is a sad nation. None of their national power is in their hands. It is either controlled by the British or by the Ming people led by Wu Sangui. Because the writing and language of this nation are too complicated? They can only use English as their language.

official language.

So that Indian aristocrats need to learn languages ​​from an early age. Generally speaking, they need to master at least English and a few dialects of nearby states.

"Stop using rocket launchers. The Indians are locked in the bunker and will definitely fight us desperately. Let the line soldiers pull up the stand-alone aircraft? Move the artillery observation post forward. Use howitzers to hit those bunkers." Li Xiao read the battle report?

Immediately order a change of tactics.

The power of rockets is far less than that of howitzers, and the range is very short. If you shoot at close range, there will definitely be casualties. Now howitzer bombardment is of no use in depth? You have to eat one bite at a time. In a city as big as Mumbai, there are shantytowns.

So dense? It’s simply unrealistic to break in and out.

Simply? We are just like eating cabbage? We eat one layer at a time. The artillery clears the way, and the infantry follows up, gnawing it kilometer after kilometer.

Fighting like this is a bit silly, but it can also effectively avoid casualties. As for whether this will hurt Indian civilians, it is not within the scope of Li Xiao's consideration. In fact, even if all the Indians in Mumbai died, Li Xiao would not

care.

A series of stand-alone telephones quickly connected the artillery positions in the rear with the observation posts in the front. The front reported the shooting to Zhu Yuan, and the artillery behind them made corrections after test firing.

One after another, the 120mm howitzer shells, as if they had eyes, hit the Indian army's bunker accurately. They were all blasts. Even if the people inside were not killed, they would be shocked to death. Those with

If the steel plate is used as the top cover, a big hole will be directly smashed out. Before the delay fuse explodes, several people inside have been killed.

The Indians actually have permanent reinforced concrete fortifications, and the 120mm howitzers can't penetrate them. This is not a problem for the Ming army. It is impossible to carry explosives to blow up bunkers.

Since the 120mm artillery shells assigned to the regiment level cannot be broken open, the 155mm artillery shells assigned to the division level will have no problem breaking open.

For the whole day, Wu Sangui watched like this. Not a single shell landed in his headquarters, which made Wu Sangui who was standing in front of the large French window very disappointed. He now wanted to be killed by a shell directly. As a soldier, he was still very

Longing to die on the battlefield.

The Ming army was like peeling an onion, peeling it off layer by layer, gnawing at the outer layer layer by layer, not afraid of trouble or reinforcements.

"This is to ask me to fill all the troops into the outer pits. By the time they reach the city, I will have no soldiers left." Wu Sangui muttered to himself. There was no one on the sofa behind him.

George said he would try to talk to the Turks, but he could not find anyone for two days. Galdan took his Mongols to the front line, and now he does not know whether he will live or die. Captain Culkin has returned to the Russian consulate. As usual,

As diplomatic agencies they will be protected.

There used to be a lot of businesses here, but now it is empty except for himself. Lonely! Lonely! Not knowing what it feels like, Wu Sangui turned around and poured a glass of wine and continued to stand in front of the window and watch.

On the first day, the Indians resisted fiercely. In some areas, they even thought of counterattacking to kill the Ming army's artillery positions. As a result, the power of the general-purpose machine guns caused these people to lie on the ground with bullet holes all over their bodies.

At night, the Indians are ready for a night attack. For a side with very weak firepower, night attack is a very good method. It is difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy at night, and the two sides are mixed together. Even if you have a howitzer or a general-purpose machine gun, you dare not use it.

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Galdan held a dagger in his mouth and prepared to attack with his remaining two thousand strong tribesmen. This time they did not ride horses, but quietly crawled forward.

From ten o'clock in the evening, they climbed until twelve o'clock in the evening. They finally passed through the long open area and climbed to the outer position captured by the Ming army during the day. It had become a ruins, and some bunkers were overturned by shells.

Still smoking.

There was a smell of burning and blood everywhere, and the soil on the ground was so loose that in some places it could reach your elbows when you pressed it down.

With the help of the weak light, Galdan saw the silhouette of a human figure not far ahead, who seemed to be holding a gun. The guards around him were experts in sneak attacks. They immediately sprang up like a leopard and rushed through the cover of darkness.

past.

He quickly approached the black shadow, until the steel knife struck him, and he saw clearly that it turned out to be a scarecrow in military uniform. He had been fooled! "You have been fooled, there is an ambush!" As soon as he shouted, orange sparks appeared under his feet.

.Then the warrior was blown away by the scorching waves of air.

"You idiot, you've been fooled, retreat!" Galdan realized that it was too late. He attacked all day long, and at night the Ming army quietly retreated. They retreated back to their starting position, and were still pulling out.

Some mines were laid on the forward positions.

As long as a mine explodes, all kinds of artillery fire will hit it.

Just as Galdan jumped up, the Ming army's roaring artillery shells had already hit him. "Boom!" The first howitzer shell just hit Galdan's side, and Galdan's thick body was lifted up like a straw stick.

Then, shrapnel hit him one after another.

The thick body was torn apart in the air, and when it landed, who could still know that it was the once arrogant Geldan Khan.

Almost the entire army of two thousand Mongolians was destroyed. The casualties of the Ming army were just a scarecrow.

Early the next morning, the Ming army continued to attack the position they abandoned last night. Since they had already attacked it once, the terrain was very familiar. Last night, the Indian army took advantage of the darkness to occupy the position. They even built simple fortifications!

Everything was like a replica of yesterday. The infantry moved closer to test. Then the artillery started shelling based on the data given by the computer soldiers.

The temporary positions built last night were very crude and not strong enough to withstand artillery bombardment. In other words, more Indians were killed by artillery today than yesterday. On the battlefield where corpses were piled up, Indians were everywhere.

The broken corpse of a human being.

The casualties of the Ming army were very limited, and they were usually the scouts who went out for reconnaissance. Most of them were injured by mortar fire, and after these mortars were fired, they would soon be covered by artillery fire from the Ming army's howitzers.

After fighting for another day, at night, the Ming army once again evacuated the positions they occupied during the day and returned to their starting positions.

That night, the Indians did not launch a night attack. However, they still tenaciously occupied the positions lost during the day and reported to Wu Sangui that the lost positions had been recaptured.

At dawn the next day, the Ming army continued the bombardment.

After four days of this back and forth, when the Ming army sent out scouts again during the day, they found that the positions abandoned last night had no trace of the Indian army.

"I originally wanted to hold on for a few more days and let them bring out all the troops. Unexpectedly, they learned their lesson and stopped coming out." Li Xiao held up his binoculars and looked at the Ming army who occupied the outer positions and cheered.

The tug of war in the past few days has wiped out at least 20,000 Indians. According to battlefield inspections, the Ming army found a large number of remains belonging to the Gurkhas. The way they wrapped their turbans was different from that of the Indians, and the weapons they used were also different from those of the Indians.

Be good.

"It's all over!" Wu Sangui looked at the cheering Ming army outside the city and smiled bitterly. He was once a member of that team. Now... he has become a dying person. What went wrong? From the moment he saw Chongzhen

From that day onwards as emperor?

Maybe, this is life!

In the past few days, Wu Sangui had filled all the troops he could get outside the city. Now, he only has the security regiment guarding the official residence, plus the scattered police forces in Mumbai.

Police...! Wu Sangui knows what kind of people these people are. When the Ming army comes, they will definitely surrender. It is estimated that these people will be the first ones to spit on his corpse.

Wu Sangui actually understood that Li Xiao's intention was to let him fill up the troops meaninglessly. Then they were blown into piles of minced meat by the Ming army's artillery fire.

But he had no choice. As long as the Ming army entered Bombay, his rule would completely collapse.

Over the years, they have imposed extortionate taxes in Mumbai without caring about the feelings of the Indians. I always feel that as long as I have a gun in my hand, the Indians will be afraid of them. Now that the Ming Dynasty has come, those Indians who have long been dissatisfied can, can

He ate them alive.

Li Xiao had no intention of entering the city. He just ordered the Ming army to guard the perimeter. Anyone who came close to the Ming army's position would be shot mercilessly. No matter they came to surrender or to fight, there were no exceptions.

Sure enough, the police quickly betrayed Wu Sangui after seeing the situation clearly. Thousands of police officers opened the armory and began to distribute guns to the citizens of Mumbai.

Then these mobs who obtained guns began to attack Wu Sangui's official residence. Over the years, the lower class Indians were bullied miserably by Wu Sangui and his Gurkha soldiers.

Wu Sangui imposed taxes arbitrarily and excessively. Many rich Indians in Mumbai were forced to leave their hometowns. If they didn't escape, they would be directly forced to death. The Gurkhas have no military discipline. They don't give money when they go shopping on the streets.

It was a common thing. Many times, women were openly abducted on the street and brought back to the military camp.

I have only seen people being arrested, but I have never seen anyone come out. When my family went to the military camp to look for them, they would be beaten to death and then arrested. According to the treatment of trespassing in the military camp, in the end, they could only spend money to arrest people.

come out.

Most of the people in Mumbai had never seen the Ming army, but they all hated Wu Sangui in their hearts. As soon as they got the weapons, they rushed to Wu Sangui's official residence. The Ming army came and Wu Sangui fell. Now it is time to take revenge.

, it’s time to complain.
Chapter completed!