Beiyang new warlord

"Call me, sleep a little longer!"

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Wu Sangui still wanted to go back to sleep, but Nawab Jastanbul on the other side was almost out of breath. When he was enjoying the victory on the battlefield, Wu Sangui wrote a letter pointing at his nose and yelling, And threatened that the East India Company would ask him to settle the assassination, good guy, now he even dared to kill his messenger.

Before Wu Sangui ran to Jida, the goodwill he had given him with silk, spices, and guns and silver disappeared in an instant, and he was full of frustration. The Bengal emperor swung his sword like a violent child.

"Wear Navabuling! Attack!"

The sound of horn horns resounded through the spacious Bengal plains, just like the last time the Marathas were wiped out. The thick imperial light infantry phalanx, like tofu blocks, crowded forward in the morning light, following the infantry The phalanx was an imperial war elephant with double cannons. The morning light shone on the bronze cannon muzzles, emitting a particularly fierce and murderous aura.

"Ha~~~"

He yawned loudly again, and following the horn, Wu Sangui, who had been lying on the ground for half an hour and returned to sleep, finally sat up dazedly.

Chapter 738. The Legendary Despicable Battle

Appearing in the field of vision in the early morning, it is not an overnight march. It is actually the end of April and the beginning of May. The hotness of Tianzhu is already very obvious. Not only people are afraid of heat, but also war elephants, war horses, and mules carrying military supplies are also afraid of heat, so in Jida After assembly, the Mughal army basically fell asleep in the afternoon, set off again in the early morning, and marched until the midday heat to set up camp again.

This period of time is when these imperial light infantry are at their most energetic. The victory in the Battle of Suliba a while ago also gave these native infantry a morale booster. Of course, the more important thing is the number of enemies Too little, just such a big pile of soil, two or three hundred meters wide, it seems that one person can drown it by spitting. Armed with wooden shields, crowded into a phalanx like bread, Sa Yazi slipped forward.

However, what made the morale of these imperial light infantry even more high was the heavy meat tank on the back and the double-cannon war elephant. The prestige of this thing in the Subali battle could be written into the epic. The bang bang sound, like a heavy snare drum, is even more inspiring.

Sitting upright on the head of the war elephant in the center, squinting his eyes slightly, Nawabu stared disdainfully at the small unknown army camp by the river. The corner of his mouth could not help but evoke a cruel arc, as if he had seen himself The moment the war elephant crushed Wu Sangui's head.

However, is Wu Sangui's head so easily broken?In the battle of Shanhaiguan, Liaodong Dashun's thousands of troops and horses collided, but they didn't trample to death him, a big traitor with a long history. Needless to say, he is still devoted to the "just" cause of the colonial expansion of the Ming Dynasty!

A muffled bang pierced through the resonant sound of the Mughal bugle. Just as Jastanbul was elegant and proud holding his chin with one hand and waiting for victory like a thinker, ten high-speed flying cone bombs dragged a long The long tail of smoke smashed into his army in a standard parabola under his surprised gaze.

To be honest, the lethality of the Liaodong No. 25 sharp cone bomb is not as good as that of the traditional solid spherical shell. You must know that the spherical shell can not only damage the point where it falls. After hitting the ground, these red hot iron balls can still It can bounce up and cause a second ricochet damage. If you are lucky, it will be possible three or four times, but the cone shell will flop down and plunge into the ground, and it will be gone.

But the only benefit of this No. 25 cone bomb is accurate!

The sound of bone breaking, which is clearer than the breaking of a human body, suddenly sounded beside Nawabu, and he turned his head suddenly. The cracked tendons and white bones were hideously exposed, and even the warhead was most likely inserted into the chest cavity. Under the severe pain, this meat tank that had killed countless people could not help but raise and neigh in pain.

Fortunately, this human animal did not suffer for too long, followed by another puff, and the second shell directly hit the war elephant's head. Without making a sound, amidst the fearful yell of its owner upstairs, the elephant body suddenly fell to the left, knocking down a large group of infantry accompanying the elephant who had no time to escape.

The sharp cone bombs are matched with Dongjiang's more advanced cannons aiming at the door, the telescope scale, and at the point where the ten shells hit, three war elephants were knocked down!And the distance has just entered the range of this kilometer!

Surprised and angry, Justanbul pulled out the carefully crafted Damascus scimitar violently, and slashed forward, as if he was about to split Wu Sangui's irritating head in the air, with a woman in his mouth His sharp voice was broken by anger.

"Speed ​​up!!! Shoot back!!!"

Following the order, the light infantry regiment of the central army formation with short spears began to trot, and the marching war elephant couldn't help but suddenly fell back, and the two copper pipes hanging on the side of the elephant building followed Fiery flames spewed out.

My own side also remembered the sound of the cannon, which had some effect on the morale bonus. At least it gave people the feeling that they were not passively beaten and had no power to fight back, but there was nothing to expect from the aiming and killing. All fourteen shells fell Within a distance of 500 meters, he didn't even get close to Wu Sangui's position.

Just when Nawabu's deep eyes were looking at the fire, the second batch of cannons rang out amid his scalp numbness, and they suddenly hit something, and suddenly Jastanbul's face also showed a deep expression In spite of the fear, he grabbed the ladder on the left side of the elephant building, and jumped down the three-meter-high elephant building amidst the horrified shouts of the entourage and soldiers.

Before he had run far, a shrill elephant roar followed behind him, mixed with human screams, a shell pierced hard from the back of his mount, and the elephant tower made of bamboo It was directly beaten to pieces, and amidst the screams of death, the war elephant also collapsed to the ground.

This time the results were even more fruitful. The four war elephants on the right in the middle were all knocked down, sweeping away the meat tanks of the Marathas, the big killer that Timur conquered the entire river. Looking at the panting mount with only one breath left, Justanbul felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart, dripping blood from his heartache. He held up his saber again, but he roared helplessly.

"War elephants retreat, retreat! Send an order to Alpha! Tell his cavalry to charge up, and take these Tanggou cannons to me first!"

The two-cannon battle elephant, who was so bullish just now, suddenly made a sharp turn and fled backwards in a hurry. In the eyes of Nawab, the elephant was even more important than people, and some light infantry phalanxes who couldn't dodge it were directly stepped on. Now, this has not been stained with the opponent's blood, the elephant's feet are already covered with scarlet from his own people.

Fortunately, I don't know if he planned to capture these elephants after the battle. Wu Sangui didn't order to continue chasing and fighting, so the remaining three elephants fled the battlefield in a hurry.

The sudden misfire of the war elephants caused the light infantry group that was marching like the tide to stop. Fortunately, at this time, the fierce sound of horseshoes sounded on the left side of the army, and a 3000-man fief cavalry came Under the leadership of the military governor Arafah, he broke away from the team and rushed towards Wu Sangui's right wing fiercely.

Back then, the Mughals from Persia and Afghanistan tore up the Delhi Sultanate and ruled India with this hand.

His body was kept as low as possible on the back of a war horse, with a spear tucked under his crotch like a western knight. Facing Wu Sangui's army formation, Arafah was also full of murderous intent. This murderous intent came from jealousy. But since Wu Sangui singled out a brigade of the Spike Guard three years ago, when people talk about bravery, people talk about him, a damned foreigner!

This one just uses Wu Sangui's blood to regain his glory!Charged at the front of the cavalry formation, he screamed fiercely and kept pumping his horse.

However, Arafah didn't know it. It has become a common sense in the military circles of the Ming Dynasty. Never use your cavalry to attack the front of the Liaodong infantry. Heavy riding, sharp cone bullets with strong penetrating power will hit you doubting your life!

Over the galloping cavalry formation, a few muffled gunshots preceded the gunshots, and there was a burst of disarming power first. This time it was not a cone bullet, but the notorious shrapnel bullet in Liaodong. There was a sudden explosion more than 100 meters above the head, and in the sound of clattering, 64 small metal balls and a lot of sharp metal fragments fell down as colorfully as the goddess scattered flowers.

Staring at the charging cavalry under artillery fire is always very tragic, so tragic that Wu Sangui, who had experienced this scene before, felt sympathetic. He looked at the Mughal light cavalry with a binoculars and shook his head for a while. , then put down the binoculars sympathetically, and said sympathetically.

"Order the front line to fire later, let these Mughal warriors live a little longer!"

It's definitely mercy, it's definitely not the queuing and shooting tactic of fighting when you get close!Thanks to Wu Sangui's kindness, more than 20 of the Bangladeshi fief cavalry who rushed more than 800 meters and were attacked by gunfire fell down, and most of them returned to the army "safely" alive.

"Damn it, it's not hard to do!"

Seeing the black army pulling over from the horizon, Ma Shixiu just thought he was going to die, and squatted in the ditch for a long time. He was fine, and the other side was already lying on the ground, and he poked his head out of the ditch again, and followed The veteran ruffian who has been with Zuo Liangyu for more than ten years was amazed for a long time, and he even put on his clothes, standing at the head of the ditch, unbuttoning his pants, just now he was frightened and came out splashing a splash of boy's holy water to face the dark Mughal army He threw it out, shaking, while the old rascal kept screaming for his disrespect.

"Come on! You can do me again! I'm already hungry and thirsty for my big gun!!!"

However, Ma Shixiu, a veteran ruffian, is obviously not as good at scolding as Wu Sangui, a young rascal. If he shakes around, he will only be a small spot a kilometer away, just a mosaic. That's all.But after repelling the fief cavalry, Wu Sangui also started to float, and the way he floated was much more artistic!In the sky above the artillery formation, a four-meter-wide and ten-meter-long banner was already prepared by the sergeant, and it was pulled away by the sergeant, and it fluttered with the strong wind by the river.

He was looking at the battlefield tremblingly with a bright telescope, and the next second, seeing the banner that suddenly rose, Nawabu Jastanbul trembled suddenly, not because he was frightened, but because he was angry!

In front of the banner, his lifelike sketch portrait was placed there, and then a pig nose and pig ears were installed, and behind it was a lifelike fat pig body with a naughty pig tail.

Daringly, last time Wu Sangui invited a famous painter to paint his portrait for this purpose!

If this is placed in the Central Plains, it would be an indecent joke among friends, but it can be placed here in Jastanbul, but it is a deep hatred similar to the hatred of killing the father and polygamy. You must know that the Mughals are a trace of blue Mongolia. Descendants of humans, pigs are the dirtiest and ugliest things in the universe!Wu Sangui's provocation was so serious that if he was not killed, Jastanbul would be ashamed to be in Subba, Bangladesh!

That nomadic descendant has strong features. The wrinkled face first congested and turned red, then lost blood and turned white, and finally turned black due to the rapid blood flow due to rage, his throat was hoarse, and his voice even broke into a broken voice again, dignified Bengal The deputy king waved his Damascus sword forward like a madman like a woman.

"attack!!!"

Chapter 739. Victory without martial arts is also victory

It seems that the Ming army is now like a nail house, let you blow the wind and rain, I will stand still, but in fact Wu Sangui knows in his heart that the initiative in the war is still on the side of Nawab Jastanbul, after all He only has 3000 people, and his family is [-]. If you really want to calm down, they don't need to fight you. Get up around, pinch the head and tail and besiege for ten days and a half months. It's enough to starve Wu Sangui to death.

What's more, he didn't persist for ten days and a half months. In the war in the Ming Dynasty, loyalty could be used as the core of the cohesive army, but when he went overseas, he fought desperately and fought with money, and these mercenaries were still from the left. If the war does not go smoothly, I am afraid that his head will also be put on a silver plate and presented to Nawab.

Therefore, he couldn't let Justanbul have such a cool head!

Now it seems that this pig-pig battle is still very effective, provoking the anger of the king in Jastanbul, lying dead for hundreds of miles, blood flowing like a river!Although what flows is their own blood from the Bangladeshi army.

The range of the original Huomen gun was not comparable to that of the Ming army, so it was simply used as a supervisory team. Two thousand muskets were held behind them, and groups of town light infantry were forced to rush to the edge of the river. Looking at the bloody corpses of the knights and lords on the ground, while running, these hapless cannon fodder soldiers kept screaming in fear.

When people are afraid, they are like gathering together to find a sense of security, but this densely packed crowd has also become a live target for the left army mercenary regiment, which just allows them to take the new tactics they learned during the preparations in Tainan to actual combat. One time, just like shooting a target on a training ground, squinting one eye at the panting light infantry, and the job is over with a single pull of the trigger. The morale of the opponent is low, and a burst of bullets hits the past, and twenty or thirty people fall in a phalanx , Basically, you have to cry for your father and mother and retreat back to Hui.

Even when the war progressed to noon, a group of wild bastards started killing people for fun. One team would pick the sharpshooter with the most accurate marksmanship to shoot, betting which unlucky ghost's head would be blown off, and which unlucky ghost's balls would be shot. Others followed those who won and failed in the gambling, and put down bottles of wine and packs of cigarettes, and there was a smoky commotion on the Ming army's position.

But in this way, the blow to the morale of the empire is even more serious. You are just a second dog who bends down to farm in the farmland. , or the three fat guys who run errands in the shop, are forced to go to the battlefield tremblingly, and as you walk, your boss or the farmer who is farming with you suddenly has his head explode like a rotten watermelon, and the hot thing sprays you all over , what was your mood at that moment?

These civilian light infantrymen who were forcibly recruited were about to be tortured madly and were driven forward. Sometimes, if someone stepped on the air and staggered or coughed, the entire team of Indian soldiers collapsed before the left army mercenaries fired. He was crying, shouting and fleeing back, even if the muskets were crackling behind him, he would never go into battle again.

One inch long and one inch strong, the red cannon shot at an elevation angle to the extension of the flintlock firepower between 300 meters and 30 meters, it became a living line of death, and the Bangladeshi army that paid tribute like a tide was also defeated here wave after wave In the fierce battle until the afternoon, there were as many as 2000 corpses lying between the army formations.