RNP Chapter 321
Chapter 321
The soldiers of the lords of the Bazaar, at this time, were all lying halfway up the mountain, their lords were dead, and neither did they advance nor retreat.
The assistant army at the pass was stunned by this scene.
"The regular army of Daming is different, these ten people directly hit the soldiers of the Mughal Empire and could not parry, what a strange thing."
"Don't be stunned, immediately push the surrounding stones over and roll the stones down the mountain."
When the auxiliary army heard the orders of the Ming army, they all immediately came out of the pass and pushed the surrounding stones towards the foot of the mountain little by little.
Continuous rolling stones rolled down the mountain, and many soldiers who could not avoid were immediately smashed to pieces.
The wooden spearmen were originally the poorest soldiers of the Bazaar lords, they did not have enough to eat, and now they were at the front, and one by one they found it more difficult to attack the pass than to retreat, and they had to rush madly to the foot of the mountain.
Wade looked stunned: "Supervision team, what are you doing stunned?" Whoever retreats is on the spot. "
The wooden spearmen who rushed down were held down by the overseers and directly cut off their heads.
The wooden spearmen completely broke out.
"The lord is dead, and these guys are still killing our own people and fighting with them."
Wade was a little speechless, these guys couldn't beat the Ming army, and they actually turned around and attacked the overseers.
The continuous collision directly crushed the supervising team.
Wade's overseers totaled 24,000 men, equipped with fire bolts.
They kept loading ammunition and shooting, killing the wooden spearmen who were storming the overseers.
"Our lord is dead, and you still let us rush ahead, what is the intention!"
"Fight with this group of overseers who don't take us as people!"
There were more than 3,000 wooden spearmen in the Bazaar, charging down the mountain like crazy.
The commander of the small banner of the Ming army suddenly became arrogant.
"Soldiers, the time has come!"
"Charge with me!"
Ten Ming soldiers carried flintlock pistols on their backs and rushed down the mountain with long-handled chopping knives in hand.
Originally, the wooden spearmen were attacking the supervising team under the mountain, and the Ming army's impact caused the enemy at the foot of the mountain to be in chaos.
The wooden spearmen trampled on countless deaths, trampled and injured.
"Lord Wade, the Ming army has rushed down the mountain."
The wooden spearmen were defeated and scattered our overseers, and the soldiers were completely in chaos.
Lord Wade had not yet come to his senses, and the defeated army was less than five hundred paces away from him.
The other lords were even more panicked, and some had already mounted their war horses and fled with their territorial soldiers.
Seeing this, Lord Wade didn't care so much, jumped on his war horse and ran directly.
The lords and soldiers who had not received the order to retreat were all washed away.
The little banner chief was a little surprised: "His mother's, Lao Tzu still thought that these soldiers of the Mughal Empire could be comparable to the Eight Banner soldiers, so a dozen, his mother's is not even as good as the bandits of the Daming Empire." "
Ten Ming Army soldiers chased and killed all the way, chasing five miles in one breath.
There were no war horses, all on foot, chasing for five miles, the flag commander had to stop and temporarily rest with his nine soldiers.
The chaotic rout had already fled ten miles in a row.
After Lord Wade fled to a nearby city, he gradually breathed a sigh of relief.
The other four lords had all been dispersed, only Lord Gus was still following Lord Wade.
"Lord Wade, how did we lose?"
Lord Wade scratched his head and shook his head.
"How do I know how to lose? The wooden spearmen stormed the supervision team, and ten high-ranking generals of the Ming army rushed down the mountain, like chopping melons and cutting vegetables, and our soldiers naturally all collapsed. "
"The soldiers trampled to death countless times, why are so many of our soldiers and horses being chased and beaten by ten high-ranking generals of the Ming Army?" , Lord Gus questioned.
Lord Wade is a little frustrated, what kind of battle is this fucking mother fighting?
The loss of a lord does not say, how should this war report be written?
It is impossible to write that the 30,000-strong army was attacked by ten men of the Ming army, and the whole army was defeated and trampled on each other.
"Lord Gus, tell me quickly, how should we write the war report?"
"If the Mughal Emperor knew that we were beaten around by the ten generals of the Daming Dynasty, I am afraid that he would take back all our fiefs!"
Lord Wade was unusually anxious, and Lord Gus frowned. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）
"How about we polish it a little?"
Lord Wade thought for a moment and asked curiously, "Lord Gus, how do you plan to polish it?" "
"It doesn't matter if we lose the war, how we defeat the war, can't we add oil and vinegar? You can even ask the Mughal Emperor for more military salaries and money! "
Lord Gus's words made Lord Wade instantly enlightened.
"Gus, I see!"
"Come, write to the emperor immediately."
"Our six lords led 30,000 troops, and when they attacked the main force of the Ming army, they were besieged by ten senior generals of the Ming army with at least 100,000 troops."
"We fought bravely, and the lords bravely attacked without fear of death."
"A total of 50,000 troops of the Ming army were annihilated, and in the end, they were outnumbered, and the bazaar lord died heroically!"
"The 30,000 soldiers were also scattered by the 100,000 Ming troops who came to support later."
"We hope that the Great Emperor will continue to allocate money and grain, and we will definitely defeat the Ming army!"
Lord Gus was stunned by Lord Wade's operation.
"Lord Wade, isn't your Ming army a little too much?"
"This Ming army has a lot of troops, so that it can show that we are fighting heroically and doing our best!"
Soon, the messenger of eight hundred li urgent, carrying the war report of the Lord of Wad, rode wildly for three days and three nights in a row, and came to the capital of the Mughal Empire.
Inside the capital, Shah Jahan, the emperor of the Mughal Empire, was holding matches and cigarettes sold by Portuguese merchants at this time, full of praise.
"This Portuguese is so clever that he invented matches and cigarettes!"
Portuguese merchants who were in the palace of the Mughal Imperial Palace waved their hands one after another.
"No, no, no, this is not invented by us in Portugal, it is the Daming Empire!"
Shah Jahan frowned and looked at the Portuguese merchant.
110 "What do you say, sir?" This Daming Empire is lagging behind us and much poorer than us! How could they possibly invent these matches and cigarettes? "
The Portuguese merchants were stunned, this Mughal Empire was too arrogant, right?
When did the Daming Empire become poorer than the Mughal Empire and lag behind the Mughal Empire?
This great emperor of the Mughal Empire is worthy of being a frog at the bottom of the well, right?
"Respected Emperor of the Mughal Empire, you seem to have a misunderstanding of the Daming Empire, right?"
"In our eyes, the Daming Empire should be the most powerful empire in the world!"
"There is not a single poor person in the Daming Empire, whether it is a citizen or a pariah, their food level may be better than yours!"
The words of the Portuguese merchant made the Mughal Emperor's face gloomy and he was about to attack.
In the distance, the heralds crawling with rolling belts, covered in dust, rushed with war reports.
"Emperor, it's not good! The main forces of the Ming army hit our army hard! "
Shah Jahan took the war report and read it carefully, and the more he read it, the more angry he became.
"Lord Wade, what's going on with them? It was actually defeated by the Ming army. "
"The 100,000-strong army of the Ming army, and there are 100,000 reinforcements, and their 30,000 to destroy the Ming army and 50,000 can be regarded as their best."
"It seems that we Mughal Empire soldiers can not be a problem with one dozen or two!"
The Portuguese merchant listened to Shah Jahan's war report and did not believe it in his heart.
This war report is too fake.