The Imperial Age with the Resurgence of Han Style

Chapter 55 Night Attack
Jagdeep Dhanhar was riding on a horse, holding the reins with one hand and holding a pair of telescopes made by Qi with the other hand, looking at the temporary military camp in the distance.

It can be seen that the opponent's reaction speed is quite fast. When the five thousand imperial cavalry arrived here, they were already ready for the battle.Although there were no trees here for them to build fences or defensive facilities such as horses, the army dug a rough trench around the camp and used the excavated sand to pile it on the edge of the trench to form a simple "earth wall".

Rows of soldiers, holding muskets, formed a neat queue behind the "earth wall" and were on full alert.The camp was not large in size, and the number of soldiers seemed to be small, but the whole camp gave people the impression of a sinking abyss like a mountain.

This situation made Jagdeep Dhankhar secretly frightened.Judging from the faces and skin colors of those soldiers, as well as the clothes they wore, they were clearly the army of the Nawab Kingdom. However, they were able to cope with the sudden attack of more than [-] cavalry, and the entire army did not make any noise or noise. Regardless of any panic, a terrifying silence was maintained.

This is definitely an elite and capable force!

Unexpectedly, the Nawab Kingdom's army actually thought of getting along with them, and they sent a powerful force to try to cross the Rajput desert area and get straight to the opponent's heart.Unexpectedly, on the way, the two sides bumped into each other unexpectedly.

"Qasim, take your cavalry to test their quality." Jagdeep Dhankhar turned his head and ordered to a cavalry officer.

"As ordered, General!"

Qasim promised loudly, and then rushed towards the temporary camp with his more than [-] cavalrymen.

When approaching the trench, Qasim did not launch an attack immediately. Instead, he led his men in a circle around the camp, trying to find a weak point in the defense, and then strike with a thunderous blow.

The running of hundreds of cavalrymen brought up a large amount of smoke and dust, slowly covering the periphery of the temporary camp in sand and dust.However, what is shocking is that the Nawab Kingdom army in the camp still remained quiet, and no soldier fired the musket in his hand.

Sarbanda Sonowal held his musket with the muzzle drooping, watching the thundering cavalry in front of him keep passing by the front of the formation, as if in the next moment, they would leap on horseback and rush to the front, and he felt his heart beating violently. , the hands holding the gun were also soaked in sweat.

From the corner of his eye, the Qi officer not far to the right of the queue looked unusually calm. He was holding a command knife in his right hand and covering his nose and mouth with his left hand. He seemed to be disgusted with the smoke and dust that was constantly floating over, and his eyes were constantly scanning towards their queue. , there is warning, encouragement and comfort in his eyes.

Sarbanda Sonowal took a deep breath, wiped his hands on his clothes alternately, then squinted his eyes and continued to stare at the Mughal Empire cavalry running in circles in front of him, waiting for the commander's order.

Damn it, can the Mughals be more decisive? If they want to fight, just rush forward.Circling around the camp like this, creating large clouds of sand and dust, is it to force us to go out and launch an active attack?

The Mughal cavalry circled five or six times outside the garrison camp. Just when everyone's patience was about to be worn away, they suddenly launched an attack.They used the smoke and dust in the sky to speed up their horses and galloped to the trench. They gritted their teeth and jumped up, trying to cross the trench and rush into the camp.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

"咴咴咴..."

"..."

The sound of muskets, the neighing of horses, the screams of soldiers, the impact of horses falling to the ground... all resounded in the open wilderness. Except for a few horse generals crossing the trench, they rushed into the formation. Dozens of cavalrymen were shot by volleys, and as the horses fell down in the shallow ditch one after another, they all suffered broken bones and tendons, and screamed shrilly.

As for the cavalrymen who crossed the trench, they were knocked off their horses by the condescending "spearmen" before they had time to shout that they were lucky, and then rolled down into the trench.

Seeing this, the Mughal cavalry commander Qasim did not urge his men to continue the attack. Instead, he reined in his horse and stopped in the distance, watching dozens of his men being slaughtered near the trench.After a while, he returned to the formation with the remaining cavalry.

"How is it?" Jagdeep Dhankhar asked expressionlessly.

"We can't attack by force." Kasim shook his head and said: "The opponent has a lot of firearms and is experienced in tactics. He should have received military guidance and training from the people of Qi. Even if we launch a full-scale assault, we may be able to annihilate this force. The enemy, but our losses will inevitably be very heavy. By then, I am afraid that we will not be able to carry out the military mission of raiding Multan."

"Yes." Jagdeep Dhankhar nodded and asked, "Do you have any good suggestions?"

"Night attack!" Kasim said: "At night, the power of the opponent's firearms will inevitably be greatly reduced. Moreover, our numbers must be far greater than the opponent's. With the cover of the night, the entire army dismounted and sneaked into the vicinity of the enemy's camp, and then suddenly launched an attack on all sides. Siege and defeat them."

"Okay, we will launch a night attack at night." Jagdeep Dhanhar agreed to Qasim's suggestion, then looked around and said: "In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, we need to first attack the nearby Lazi Let the Putts clean up, lest they come running around and cause trouble!"
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It was night, about three o'clock in the morning.

The temperature has dropped to more than ten degrees, and the breeze is blowing, bringing a chill.

Pramod Kumar held a machete tightly and quickly attacked the enemy camp.Under the faint moonlight, there were countless figures running around him.Everyone remained silent, and apart from the rustling of footsteps, the only sound in the team was low breathing.Seven days ago, under the orders of Nizam, the prime minister of the Mughal Empire and commander-in-chief of the army, more than [-] cavalry under their command, led by General Jagdeep Dhankhar, set out from Gurgaon to prepare to cross Lachish. Put, crossed the vast Gobi desert, raided the back roads of the Nawab Kingdom, and directly attacked its capital Multan.

It is reported that a massive civilian riot is taking place in Multan.The mob not only defeated the local garrison, but also captured the city of Multan, and King Azim I fled in panic.If more than five thousand imperial cavalry suddenly appeared under the city of Multan, they would surely be able to capture Azim I with the help of the mob, severely damage the Nawab Kingdom, and eliminate this local separatist force.

But they never expected that when the army marched to the hinterland of Rajput, they unexpectedly encountered an elite force from the Nawab Kingdom in this small town called Bikaner.

A short exploratory attack during the day also proved the strength of this unit.They seemed to be extremely well-trained and equipped with many muskets. With a shallow trench, they easily repelled the attack of hundreds of cavalry.

The Mughal Empire army was naturally not unfamiliar with firearms.For decades, firearms have appeared everywhere in the armed conflicts, large and small, that have broken out in the empire.Even the Maratha Kingdom, known for its sturdy cavalry, had several troops equipped with firearms and trained and fought in imitation of the Qi army.

However, this time, the more than [-] cavalrymen responsible for the raid on the rear of the Nawab Kingdom, except for a few senior officers equipped with flintlock muskets, all officers and soldiers were armed with traditional cavalry weapons, bows and arrows, sabers, lances, as well as large axes and heavy weapons. Hammer etc.

According to the order of General Jagdeep Dhankhar, a surprise attack was launched against the enemy at night. In order to ensure the concealment and suddenness of the attack, naturally all the officers and soldiers could not gallop out on horseback.

Therefore, as a forward force, Pramod Kumar abandoned his bulky lance, held a sharp scimitar, and quietly attacked the enemy camp with more than a thousand companions under the cover of night.

With more than 100 meters to go, he was about to approach the trench. Pramod Kumar took a deep breath and began to speed up his pace, starting from jogging and gradually starting to run.In front of him are dozens of auxiliary soldiers carrying planks and logs. As long as they can quickly build temporary bridges, they will quickly cross the ditch, rush into the enemy camp, and launch a raging attack.

"Wang Wang Wang..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Suddenly, there was a sound of dogs barking from the enemy camp, and then several torches were thrown out, exposing the figures of countless Mughal Empire officers and soldiers who were sneaking and attacking in sporadic firelight.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of sharp whistles swirled in the open wilderness, like a sudden and violent storm, instantly blowing through the ears of the rushing Mughal soldiers.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"Kill in!"

"God bless us!..."

"..."

With their whereabouts revealed and no need to hide anymore, more than a thousand Mughal officers and soldiers burst out with loud shouts and quickly rushed towards the enemy camp.

"Everyone raise their guns!"

"preparation!"

"put!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Short and high-pitched commands were heard from the camp. Under the illumination of torches, rows of muskets were raised, revealing the black muzzles. Then, with the powerful swing of a command knife, a stream of muskets erupted. Dazzling sparkle.

Outside the camp, beside the trench, and in the wilderness, countless figures fell to the ground amidst the constant bursts of muskets.However, more figures surged forward like waves in the dark night.

(End of this chapter)