Chai Singh looked at the mountains. The man was hiding in the mountains, but he couldn't catch him!
Damn Shivaji, he is as cunning as a fox. Once I learned about his identity and sent troops to chase him, but he was ambushed. Huh, even if I dig three feet into the ground, I will catch that guy! He
When I think of that person, I feel itchy with hatred.
"General, Prince Bahedu is here," he said fiercely, and his subordinates came to report.
"Quickly please", Emperor Aurangzeb repeatedly expressed his intention to appoint Prince Bahedu as his heir, and Chai Singh did not dare to neglect this future master.
"Why are you here, Your Highness?" he asked respectfully.
"The Ming army suddenly attacked our country from Nibala and captured Delhi. They were outnumbered and had to retreat here," Bahedu sighed.
What? We lost our stability! That’s the capital of the empire!
Chai Singh was shocked! After calming down, he sighed: "For the present plan, we can only prepare a good defense. Beware of the Ming army in the north."
"What the general said is that the city of Ahmedabad is surrounded by plains, and only the north is mountainous. Heavy troops can be deployed in the north to wait for work and fight the enemy decisively." Prince Bahedu also believed that the Ming army would come from the north.
Therefore, we support the army to go north.
However, the Ming army came from the east. Duke Yang Huai of Jin and Marquis Zhang Chengwu of Danyang led an army of 90,000 people and arrived from Gwalior. After receiving the news that Li Dingguo could not join forces, Yang Huai decided to fight alone and first defeated Cha in the west.
I. Singh's tribe then attacked Emperor Aurangzeb in the south.
"Commander, this is the Sabarmati River, and on the west bank of the river is the city of Ahmedabad. Back then, Zheng He called this city Abbadan." Zhang Chengwu, the Marquis of Danyang, said to Yang Huai. Although he was a military general,
But he has been studying since childhood and is knowledgeable.
"Well, we must be careful of the enemy's heavy troops," Yang Huai said calmly.
"Yes, I have reminded Ma Bao to be more careful when crossing the river. Although Ma Bao is very murderous, he can still fight," Zhang Chengwu said with a smile.
The expected heavy troops did not appear. Ma Bao and Bai Wenxuan led 5,000 forwards and built rafts to cross first. They only captured dozens of Mughals in the dark and did not encounter fierce resistance. After interrogation,
The main enemy force was transferred to the north.
Ma Bao was overjoyed, so he asked Bai Wen to lead a thousand men to guard the river beach, and he led four thousand men to the west to attack the city.
The best troops are all in the north, and there are only two thousand defenders in the city.
The Ming army set up long ladders to attack the city. They were experienced in hundreds of battles and had rich combat experience. They boarded the city with swordsmen and shields. Gunmen and archers worked in groups of three or five to shoot at the top of the city to cover their own siege. Those defenders who dared to show up were
Shot to death.
With a steel knife in his mouth, Ma Bao climbed up the ladder and jumped onto the city wall. He was as powerful as a mad tiger and killed enemies on sight. Not only did he know how to use the tanning whip and spear, his sword skills were also excellent, and no one could defeat him with his sword.
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"Poof!"
The bloody steel knife cut open an enemy's chest, and blood splashed into his mouth. Ma Bao licked his lips. It was pungent and spicy, with a hint of sweetness.
The strong general had no weak soldiers, and soon the Ming army captured the city of Ahmedabad.
At this time, Prince Bahedu and Chai Singh were still setting up defenses in the northern mountainous area. When they heard that the city had been lost, they looked at each other in horror. This meant that the Ming army not only cut off their own retreat, but also captured the stores stored in the city.
of grain and grass.
"The Ming army should have come from the north, why did it appear in the east?" Prince Bahedu was puzzled.
"I heard that there are two Ming armies coming. The one in the north is the partial division, and the one in the east is the main force. Your Highness, it seems that we have encountered the main force of the Ming army." Chai Singh sighed.
During these days, after losing battles one after another, Prince Bahedu lost his fighting spirit. Hearing this, his expression changed and he said: "A partial division of the Ming army can seize our capital, Delhi. Now it is its main force. How can we defeat it?"
Can we survive? It is better to retreat south, join forces with my father, and then make plans."
"Your Highness, the general also wants to withdraw, but once the city of Ahmedabad is lost, our army's retreat will be cut off. How to withdraw?" Chai Singh made a bitter face.
"It doesn't matter, we can sneak through the northern mountainous area to the Narmada River. After crossing the river, we can go to Nagpur," Prince Bahedu said.
"Well, that's all we can do now."
After the two discussed, they led their army into the mountainous area north of Ahmedabad. The mountain road was rugged, but what was even more rugged was the desolation of their mentality, going round and round and twisting and turning.
In the vast expanse of mountains and mountains, more than 30,000 Mughal troops trudged hard, and all of them were dejected. When an army fights, it must first focus on morale. If an army keeps winning battles, its morale will be high and its combat effectiveness will double, and vice versa.
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The Mughal army was defeated in a row, and everyone at the top and bottom lost their fighting spirit. A small school carrying the flag languidly carried the flagpole on his shoulders. The rolled-up flag suddenly became loose and hung upside down.
.The primary school scolded him, but ignored him, and just kept going.
They were only focused on escaping, unaware of the imminent danger. A large army lurked in a certain mountain peak. Shivaji, the leader of the Marathas, led 20,000 troops and hid in the mountains, preparing to give the fleeing army a fatal blow.
Click.
Since the last defeat, the Maratha tribal alliance has not been able to recover. Shivaji mobilized all the forces he could mobilize, but he could only gather 20,000 people. As a local leader, he naturally got the Ming army to capture Ahmad.
According to the news from Dabad, he was resourceful and expected that the Mughal army would abscond from the mountains, so he laid out his pockets early and waited. Not only for revenge, but also to obtain the weapons and equipment of the defeated soldiers and regain their momentum. The greater the momentum, the more he defected.
The more talented people there are, the easier it is to regain strength.
"Father, the Mughals are coming." Sanhu pointed in the distance. Sure enough, a long snake appeared in the distance. It was very long. Only the head of the snake was visible, but the tail was not visible.
Sang Bajie looked stern and glared, "Why are you panicking? The enemy is at least three miles away."
Tell your son not to panic. In fact, he is also very restless. He has been defeated in battles these days, and has been continuously surrounded and suppressed by the Mughal army. When he saw the enemy's army, he actually had some shadows in his heart.
He walked to Shivaji and said: "Father, the Huangwoer army is coming."
Shivaji remained motionless, just touching his white beard out of habit and asking: "How far away is the enemy?"
"There are still about three miles."
"Well, calm down, don't be anxious, wait until their central army enters the ambush circle before attacking," the "Chhatrapati" (independent king or king) said calmly. Suddenly he was happy again, "Chai
Cha Yi, haven't you been searching for me? I'll give you a look! I want to see who catches who."
The Mughal army completely entered the ambush circle, and a hint of ominousness suddenly flashed in Chai Singh's heart.
"Bah~bah~bah~"
"Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~"
Suddenly bullets and arrows flew together, and countless enemies came out of the mountain.
The mountain road was rugged, making it difficult to form a formation, and the Mughal army, which was already low in morale, fell into chaos.
"Don't be chaotic, rush out with me." In the panic, Prince Bahedu regained his dignity as a king, fought from left to right, and died tragically in the chaos.
In the Mughal army, Chai Singh is known as a famous general. However, in the current situation, it is difficult for the famous general to recover.
The sword was curled, the guards were all killed, and one man was surrounded.
"Don't kill him, I have something to ask him." Sivaji walked to Chai Singh with a smile and asked: "General Chai, you were defeated by me, will you accept it?"
This is the winner's mockery of the loser, full of joy after victory.
"Bah", a heavy mouthful of thick phlegm hit Shivaji's cheek with perfect accuracy, making the joy disappear.
"Kill him," Shivaji said angrily.
When the Maratha warriors surged forward, General Jai Singh became a pile of broken corpses.
This chapter has been completed!