When he came, the Ming army in the trench couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The battle was not the case. When everyone was thrown into the battlefield of blood and fire, the soldiers could sacrifice their lives for the moment of boiling blood without hesitation, but the waiting for the battle was the most painful. Now, the Indians finally arrived and began to gather around the mountains three or four miles away.

Everyone gasped and then tightened the musket. The instructors said nothing wrong during the training of the recruits. When the battle started, your best friends were the comrades around you and the fire in your hands.

"They are too behind, God, if these savages rushed up, they would have chosen to commit suicide." Johnson muttered to the adjutant behind him.

The British army was arranged on the left wing, and the trench was dug independently. Johnson was originally a little worried about the outcome of the battle, but now he quickly felt relieved after looking through the telescope. Now he wanted the Indians to attack the left wing, at least he could let his soldiers practice the target.

The sky gradually darkened, and countless torches were lit on the beach, like the stars in the sky. The Indians seemed eager to fight and did not take any rest. The army gathered more and more. Then a cavalry suddenly left the Indian team, raised their swords and started a sprint.

Ramashijam's slightly simpler. First, the cavalry launched a charge, then the slower elephant soldiers, and finally the infantry pressed the formation. More than 100,000 troops leaned towards the Ming army's front like ants. The quiet earth suddenly became riots, and roared one after another. Prince Ramashijam was not an idiot. He naturally knew the power of the Han artillery. He only made more people to be cannon fodder. Now he has a 150,000 army in his hand, and there is no end to see. Since this is the case, it would be better to gamble 150,000 flesh and blood to launch a one-time general attack. As long as he can rush to the Ming army's formation, he will win.

"The great Lord Shiva will bless her bravery to win. Soldiers, sprint to the evil spirits, sacrifice the gods with their blood, raise your swords, and kill them." Ramashjam showed his wise side. After he gave a simple encouragement, he let one of his confidant generals lead the Marati cavalry to charge first, and then followed the last one with the elephant cavalry to conquer the formation, and the infantry with the worst combat power was temporarily recruited. The prince personally went on the battlefield and asked the soldiers to join the battle.

Time cheered up morale, and even the former Captain Wan seemed to realize the intention of the little prince. This victory was not achieved by fighting, but by using cavalry and elephant cavalry to approach the enemy, and try to reverse the disadvantage of long-range firepower. Then the infantry rushed forward and defeated the entire Han army in one go. The little prince's approach seemed very rash on the surface, but this only way to deal with the Han people seemed to be the most effective. After all, no matter how powerful their artillery was, it was impossible to kill everyone.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu..." The horn of the attack sounded, and the Marati cavalry danced high with scimitars roaring like a gust of wind and began to speed up. They were born warriors and former rulers of India. Their ancestors conquered this continent with courage. Now, they rushed towards the enemy formation without hesitation. The Aryans swept across Central Asia.

The elephant cavalry of Ramashijam followed by the elephant cavalry. The six-headed elephant war seemed cautious. Many Japanese battles still vividly remembered by the elephant cavalry. Therefore, although the little prince personally went on the battle to supervise many people, he still did not dare to speed up. He drove the elephant forward step by step, hoping that the Marati cavalry in front could show their power and rush into the Han army formation, intending to have the other party's formation.

Then there were Indian infantry all over the mountains. These forced farmers obviously did not know the cruelty of the war. They held the issued swords, axes and round shields in their hands and a quick charge.

"Boom boom boom..." The Marati Knight rushed into the range of fire was first bombarded by artillery. The cannon roared in the sky and drew half an arc into the army. Then it exploded with a bang. The flesh and blood splattered everywhere in an instant.

Marathi obviously did not surrender. They were different from the Indian land soldiers. They were born with a mission of fighting for families and land. They were Kshatriya nobles. They were born with land and privileges for fiefdom. At the same time, they must fight for families and property. The land brings the same heavy obligations. They cannot retreat. Otherwise, their land will be shamed for them. Their land will be confiscated. They will be reduced to Vaishya gods and the lowest lands.

The rumbling sound of cannons seemed to be unable to cover up the dull sound of horse hooves knocking on the ground. The sound became louder and closer. Everyone's heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand. The black Marati cavalry paused a little. Instead of retreating, they started a sprint faster.

"Dada" sounds like the sound of horse hooves rolling on the thunder, forming a powerful deterrent force. When rushing over, all the cavalrymen are roaring in their hearts. When rushing through this hell, we can become the victors.

And the Ming soldiers

The officers began to calculate the range and the distance between the range and the range.

The artillery was still roaring, and the artillery fire, like a meteor, emitted dazzling light in the dark sky, and then fell to the ground, blowing away flesh and blood, and countless war horses were neighing. The Marati people seemed determined to decide the outcome here. Although the cavalry team of 20,000 people had lost more than 20%, they still rushed to sprint fearlessly.

The bravery of the Marati cavalry infected the friendly forces behind them. The elephant cavalry gradually accelerated their speed, and the infantry all over the mountains seemed to be more courageous.

"Preparation." The Ming army officer on the central military defense line had a hoarse and loud voice.

Crack... Countless tubes were exposed from the trench, and the dark mouths were aimed at the whistling cavalry in front of them. Everyone was very quiet, although the cannons were still roaring, the sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer.

"shooting."

"Bang bang bang bang bang..." The sound of a gun was not outstanding in the sound of artillery fire, but the powerful killing ability of the continuous fire was reflected. After all, although the psychological blow to the enemy by long-range artillery was large enough, in terms of the kill value, hundreds of cannons were definitely not as powerful as tens of thousands of fire guns at the same time.

The dense lead roared in parallel with the cavalry that rushed into the range of the muskets, and then hundreds of cavalrymen in the front row flipped over. After all, they were not war elephants. After being hit by the muskets, they immediately fell to the ground in a mess.

The muskets had a huge impact on the Mati cavalry. They originally thought that as long as they broke through the hellish artillery covered land, they could raise their long swords to slaughter. They never expected that after the artillery, there would be even more powerful weapons waiting for them.

The cavalry began to hesitate. They finally rushed through the cannon formation after dying, but all this seemed to be far from over, and the killing continued. The most depressing thing was that they were killed from the beginning to the present. The bright scimitar had not yet slashed through the skin of an enemy, and countless comrades had already lie down.

After this slap, the sound of the second round of muskets came out again.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..." After the sound of stir-fried beans, more Marati knights fell from under the war horse and fell into a pool of blood.

What should we do now? Everyone started asking, retreat? No, we finally rushed through the cannon formation. Even if we retreat, we still need to take another adventure from the coverage of the cannon formation. Since retreating is death, then move forward. A cavalry commander roared, and the man accelerated like a sharp arrow that had broken the string.

Some people set an example, and more people recovered their morale and continued to charge.

There are seventy feet left.

"Bang bang bang..." Every time the sound of fire made the Marati cavalry frightened. Countless warriors had been asleep, and they were unwilling to follow the warriors' footsteps to hell.

There were still sixty feet left. Although it was dusk, the Ming soldiers in the trench seemed to be able to see the faces of the cavalry. These hideous faces and blood-red eyes looked extremely terrifying in the dusk.

"The first row is ready, shooting." The officers' voices did not stop, and now is not the time to stop. This is a war between brave men. Whoever fled first will destiny to become the slaughtered lamb.

"Bang bang bang..." The distance was getting closer and closer, and the Ming army's accuracy became higher and higher. After this time, the gun rafted almost all the cavalry that rushed in the front.

There are still fifty feet.

Not far apart, the Ming army was very puzzled by this group of barbarians. The casualties of the cavalry had exceeded one-third. Under any circumstances, these cavalry should have fled. Where did these people's courage come from?

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The cavalry are getting closer and closer, and some are not an exaggeration to describe it as being close at hand. The scimitar shines with cold light and can even reflect the faces of the Ming soldiers. The Ming soldiers have also begun to scatter freely. Countless leads are still harvesting life frantically, and one Marati after another falls down unwillingly.

Finally, the Marati cavalry who rushed in front tried to rush into the trench not far away without hesitation. Suddenly, their whole body was shocked, and the horses sitting down staggered. The cavalry in front discovered that there was actually a row of inconspicuous antlers in front of the trench. The sharpened log directly knocked over the flesh and blood body that was rushing towards him. Some were directly inserted into the sharpened wood, and more people fell to the front of the trench.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..." The Ming soldiers seemed to have no concern about the Marati cavalry that was close at hand. They still loaded gunpowder like mechanically, raised, aimed, and shot, and shot the enemy to maximize the maximum like assembly lines.
Chapter completed!