Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

Chapter 223 Capturing the Princess

The cavalry in the river led by Timur has also retreated to the position of the Delhi Sultanate. He is very disdainful of the order issued by the Delhi Sultan to attack again.

From Timur's point of view, the Ming army's defense was perfect, and there was absolutely no flaw. If they continued to attack, they would die in vain. The best countermeasure was to find a way to make the Ming army move.

No matter how strict the army is, as long as it moves, the formation will have flaws!
Only in this way will he have an opportunity to take advantage of.

But the stupid Delhi Sultan Firuzsha didn't realize this at all, and would only charge to his death blindly. Timur secretly told his generals that they would try their best to preserve their strength in the ensuing battle.

"Hmph, I don't cry when I don't see the coffin!"

Seeing the cavalry of the Delhi Sultanate preparing to charge again, Zhu Han showed a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Prepare!"

Zhu Han gave an order, and the artillerymen of the Ming army immediately aimed at the enemy.

Boom boom boom!
With the sound of the cannon, the shells flew towards the enemy's position. Amidst the wailing, the morale of the infantry of the Delhi Sultanate was bombarded.

At this time, the cavalry of the Delhi Sultanate had assembled again and launched an attack on the Ming army.

After learning the lesson from the last time, the cavalry of the Delhi Sultanate charged at the fastest speed from the beginning, striving to engage the Ming army in the shortest possible time.

The artillery of the Ming army continued to aim at the cavalry positions.

Boom boom boom!
Dozens of artillery were fired again, and these shells fell into the cavalry position.

Cavalrymen were killed one after another, and their bodies lay in disorder on the ground.

Seeing that his own cavalry were as vulnerable as ants in front of the Ming army's artillery, Firuzha's eyes turned red.

This is the elite he spent a huge amount of money to cultivate, but he didn't expect to lose so much in one day.

At this time, the firepower of the Ming army's artillery became a little more violent, and cavalrymen kept falling off their horses.

Seeing this scene, Firuzha felt his head go blank and almost fainted.

"Report Your Majesty! The enemy has once again stepped up their artillery offensive, and the cavalry has suffered heavy casualties!"

The army of the Delhi Sultanate knew how to use artillery, but they had never seen the artillery of the Ariake Army, which was accurate and ruthless, and the firing speed was very fast.

Firuzha gritted his teeth and said: "Damn the eastern barbarians, Allah's hell is prepared for you!"

Firuzsha saw that his army suffered heavy casualties, but he still had no intention of withdrawing his troops. Instead, he urged the messengers to continue sending signals for the whole army to attack.

However, the development of things was beyond Firuzisha's expectations. When the cavalry of the Delhi Sultanate rushed to the Ming army's position, the Ming army's infantry also moved.

They formed a long formation, and under the cover of musketeers and musketeers, they slowly forced the cavalry towards the Delhi Sultanate.

Although the Ming army moved throughout the army, it was orderly and the formation was not chaotic at all.

In war, once any team has formed a scale, its discipline is the first combat force.

Otherwise, it will cause extremely chaotic situation.

The long dragon formation of the Ming army has just formed and it is a steady advance.

While moving slowly, they used various weapons to attack the enemy.

Everything in front of him shocked Timur greatly!

The infantry of the Ming army has high tactical quality, far superior to the cavalry of the Delhi Sultanate.

Even though the cavalry of the Delhi Sultanate were equipped with armor, they still couldn't stop the attacks of the Ming army's muskets and spears.

One by one the cavalrymen were stabbed or shot.

"Retreat!"

Prince Manuel, commander of the cavalry of the Praetorian Guard of Gracchi.Seeing that his army was seriously at a disadvantage, he persuaded his elder brother Firuz Shah Sultan.

but.

Firuzsha was obsessed with his obsession, thinking that the tactics of the Ming army were only to temporarily suppress him, and that only his own army would be able to win the victory.

"Gerachu cavalry, follow me and continue to charge forward until you break through the enemy's line of defense!"

Firuzisha personally went into battle and led the cavalry to continue the charge.

but.

However, the Ming army fought more and more smoothly, constantly compressing the enemy's room for movement.

Under the order of Firuzsha, the Geragu cavalry had to bite the bullet and charge.

Such a result was tragic. Under the suppression of the firepower of the Ming army, the Gracchus cavalry was defeated all the way, and there was no room for fighting back.

The Gelagu Iron Armored Cavalry of the Delhi Sultanate was completely dismantled and fled in all directions.

Firuz Sha Sultan's mount was also hit by the shells of the Ming army and fell to the ground. If it wasn't for Firuz Shah's luck, he would have been crushed to death by his own horse long ago just because of his disgraced face.

Firuzsha, who was in a state of embarrassment, completely lost the courage to continue fighting after narrowly escaping this time.

Prince Manuel, the leader of the Gracchi cavalry, looked at the defeated subordinates with fear in his heart.

He knew that if he didn't leave, he would have no chance to escape.

"Retreat! The whole army retreats!"

Prince Manuel took command in place of Firouzshah.

Prince Manuel immediately issued an order to retreat, and then escorted Firuzha to retreat with dozens of personal guards.

At the same time, Prince Manuel also ordered Timur to lead the river cavalry to charge the Ming army in the name of the Sudan, trying to use the lives of the river cavalry to delay the pursuit of the Ming army.

but.

Neither Timur nor his mercenary generals were fools.

How could they listen to this order to send themselves to death?
Timur led his river cavalry to pretend to attack, and only made a pretend charge forward, then turned the pier and fled at high speed from the flank of the battlefield.

The escape of the Gracchus and the river cavalry threw the main infantry force in the middle of the Delhi Sultanate into chaos.

Seeing this situation, Zhu Han naturally wouldn't miss such a crucial opportunity.

Zhu Han immediately ordered the Ming army to charge forward across the board.

Even during the rapid attack, the formation of the Ming army remained very neat.

Soon, the Ming army caught up with the retreating infantry of the Delhi Sultanate. Under Zhu Han's order, the Ming army began to massacre the infantry of the Delhi Sultanate frantically.

The cavalry of the Delhi Sultanate has been routed, and has lost its backbone infantry, let alone fighting spirit.

Under the slashing of the Ming army's swords, guns, swords and halberds, the soldiers of the Delhi Sultanate dropped their weapons and surrendered on their knees.

As for the soldiers of the Delhi Sultanate who escaped by chance, they also fled in panic, not daring to turn back to resist.

Although the battle was not over, there was already cheers in Dali City behind.

"Hooray! We are victorious!"

On the city wall behind the battlefield, Duan Gong and his generals shouted excitedly: "We won!"

"we won!"

Everyone couldn't believe what they saw before them. Zhu Han defeated an enemy ten times his own with just a thin front line and the power of the Ming army's guns and artillery.

The defeated soldiers of the Delhi Sultanate fell into chaos throughout the battlefield.

Sapphire and Yang Wudi led the elite Ming army, desperately chasing and killing, any Delhi Sultanate troops who dared to resist were immediately wiped out.

And some of the tougher Delhi Sultanate infantry, seeing that they could not escape in the chaotic battlefield, gathered together and formed a very dense hedgehog formation.

These Delhi Sultanate infantry surrounded themselves in the middle with their swords and guns facing outward, like a huge hedgehog, preventing the Ming cavalry from attacking them.

When Zhu Han saw these enemies who dared to give him stubbornness, he naturally couldn't tolerate their arrogance.

"Where are the artillerymen, my artillerymen come up quickly." Zhu Han shouted towards the artillerymen behind him.

Soon dozens of artillerymen followed with two nine-pound guns.

"Da Ming's artillery should also charge like infantry!"

Zhu Han shouted loudly while ordering the artillerymen to load solid ammunition.

The infantry phalanx of the Delhi Sultanate is very dense, with hundreds of people gathered together, and the use of solid ammunition is more effective than shot ammunition.

Under Zhu Han's order, the artillery put solid ammunition into the barrel, aimed at the enemy, and lit the fuse.

Rumble!
The deafening sound of cannons spread on the battlefield, and the dense infantry phalanx of the Delhi Sultanate was blown up instantly, and countless soldiers were torn apart by the shells.

A few unlucky ones were directly pierced through the body by this round of shelling, turning into a pool of rotten flesh that was broken on the ground.

Even the soldiers of the Delhi Sultanate at the center of the hedgehog phalanx, as long as they were hit by these solid bullets, they were still very miserable. They were either missing arms or broken legs, or their internal organs were crushed.

The hedgehog phalanx, which was originally rock solid, instantly turned into chaos.

The wounded soldier who was hit by the artillery lay on the ground, howling in pain, and the remaining soldiers also dropped their weapons one after another, and ran desperately towards the rear, no longer having the courage to resist.

"Haha, Artillery, it really is the god of the battlefield!"

Zhu Han said with a smile.

At this time, the musketeers of the Ming army had already installed stabs on the muzzles of their guns.

"Kill!"

In the battle of chasing death and chasing north, the musketeers of the Ming army had an absolute advantage without any suspense.

In this kind of close-range hand-to-hand combat, there were occasional brave warriors among the defeated soldiers of the Delhi Sultanate, but they were useless at all. The spears and muskets of the Ming army would immediately turn him into a corpse on the ground.

Under the super firepower of the Ming army, any resistance of the Delhi Sultanate would be futile.

Firuzsha, escorted by Gracchu's Imperial Guard, ran all the way to his death, unable to regroup his soldiers at all.

Timur and others led their river cavalry back to the camp, took away the property they robbed, and continued to flee.

Anyway, there are a large number of Delhi Sultanate infantry behind to delay the pace of the Ming army, and the river cavalry like Timur are not worried that they will be caught up.

But just to be on the safe side.

Timur decided to delay the pace of the Ming army's pursuit.

Under the command of Timur, the river cavalry set fires everywhere in the barracks when they were fleeing. The flames and thick smoke would further hinder the speed of the Ming army's pursuit.

The Sultan of Delhi, Firuz Shah, led the Gracchu Janissaries to run wildly, and even forgot that his daughter, Princess Alina, was still in the barracks.

At this time, a raging fire had already ignited in the barracks, and the guards beside Princess Alina had already run away, except for a dozen maidservants.

Like frightened deer, they scurry around in the chaotic crowd.

Princess Alina was rushed by deserters and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

She lost all her strength and looked at the chaotic camp in despair.

This once noble and glamorous Princess Her Royal Highness now looked very embarrassed, her clothes were disheveled, and her face was covered with tears.

Princess Alina felt that she was about to die in the chaos, she clenched her fists tightly, not knowing what to do.

Just as Princess Alina was at a loss, behind her, there was a sudden cry of killing.

Like a gust of wind, several Ming troops cut down several Delhi Sultan infantry next to Princess Alina to the ground.

but.

They had already seen that Princess Alina was dressed in extraordinary clothes, and there were more than a dozen weak maidservants beside her, so they immediately knew that this was a big fish.

"Tie me up."

Lan Yu shouted loudly, and ordered several of her personal soldiers to rush forward, and bound all the girls from Tianzhu.

Princess Alina of the Delhi Sultanate, who was supposed to marry Chen Youliang as queen, became a prisoner of the Ming army in such a daze.

"What do you want to do?" Princess Alina asked angrily.

Lan Yu snorted coldly and said, "Take it away!"

Princess Alina's complexion suddenly turned pale, she did not expect that her majestic princess would be reduced to a prisoner.

But it's too late to say this now, Princess Alina was carried away by two personal soldiers, struggling non-stop, but it was useless.

With the help of several local aboriginal translators, the identities of these captives were quickly determined.

"Your name is Alina?"

Zhu Han rode his horse and slowly walked up to Princess Alina and asked.

Princess Alina raised her head and saw the young man in front of her with reddish eyes.

"I..." Princess Alina said with a sob.

Princess Alina, who had become a captive, originally wanted to hide her identity, but the maid beside her quickly betrayed him.

Under the threat of the translator, the maids immediately confirmed the identity of Princess Alina.

Moreover, she even explained why Princess Alina came to this dangerous military camp.

Zhu Han was overjoyed when he heard it, he never thought that he would cut Chen Youliang's queen-to-be halfway.

"Okay, that's great!"

While talking, Zhu Han looked up and down at Princess Alina in front of him.

It has to be said that Alina, the princess of the Delhi Sultanate, can be called an extremely beautiful woman with a strong Indian style, both in appearance and temperament.

The big eyes and long eyelashes made her look charming even when she was crying.

Moreover, her skin was fair, as smooth as milk, and the skin occasionally exposed from between her neck was full of charm that made Zhu Han's breathing quicken.

Not only does she have a beautiful face, Alina's figure is also the best in the world.

A simple lordosis and back curl can't describe her charming figure at all.

Princess Alina's appearance and figure can be said to be a first-class stunner.

Zhu Han couldn't help but have a lot of imaginings that are not suitable for children.

"Who are you?" Princess Alina asked.

"I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Han." Zhu Han said with a slight smile.

Princess Alina was stunned for a moment, she knew that the Ming Dynasty, her husband Chen Youliang, whom she originally wanted to marry, was the enemy of the Ming Dynasty, that is to say, she now fell into the hands of a double enemy.

"I am the princess of the Delhi Sultanate. My father will pay you the ransom. Now I am going to rest." Princess Alina said strong and calm.

In the battles of the various countries of the Tianfang Sect, they were often able to capture the nobles of the other side, but they all followed a unified rule in dealing with these nobles, that is, they rarely killed them, and often demanded a valuable ransom.

Moreover, in the middle ages, the credibility of the Tianfang religion country was much higher than that of the Catholic country in terms of getting the ransom to release the hostages.

(End of this chapter)