The Ming army general below the city burst out laughing and said something. The translator next to him, who was obviously a Jialuo man, conveyed his words loudly.
"People in the city, listen. I, the Lord Protector of the Ming Dynasty, have come to the Jialuo Kingdom in person. The King of Jialuo and the princes and ministers should take the initiative to go and pay homage to them to show their respect. I, the Lord Protector of the Ming Dynasty, are magnanimous and have a heart as big as the sea. Naturally, I will not argue with you.
.But you cannot regard the generosity of the Protector of the Ming Dynasty as weakness to be bullied. Today
On the day we were ordered to deliver the personal letter of the Protector of the Ming Dynasty, you not only did not open the city gate to greet me, but instead made rude remarks. This is really outrageous. I hope you realize your mistake and do not bring disaster to yourself.
When I, the Protector of the Ming Dynasty, am angry, the earth will be shaken and the mountains will be shaken. Believe me, you can take care of yourself."
When these words came to his ears, Nehru's face on the top of the city turned blood red, and anger rushed to his forehead.
A group of accompanying generals and personnel were also dumbfounded, and their faces were flushed with anger.
"These people from the Ming Dynasty are too arrogant. They actually dare to talk to us like this. They actually want me, the King of the Jialuo Empire, to take the initiative to pay homage to that kind of Lord Protector? Isn't that reasonable?"
"Lord Shiva, these Ming Dynasty people are so arrogant, how can they not be punished? Do they still have the Garo Empire in their eyes? What do they think of the Gara Empire? Their slaves? How dare they speak like this?
"
"Yes, it is simply too much, too much. The people of the Ming Dynasty have always regarded themselves as the center of the East. Don't they know that our country is the center of the East? Their Buddhism is transmitted from us. They should pay homage to us.
Yes. It’s too much.”
A group of people were talking to each other nearby, and Nehru's face became even more ugly.
At this moment, a man from the Ming Dynasty cavalry under the city rode forward on his horse, bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and with a whoosh, shot an arrow with a letter tied to it up to the city, and inserted it squarely into the tower where Prince Nehru was standing.
On the pillar, he was only a few feet away from Prince Nehru. This suddenly caused a commotion, and the bodyguards rushed forward to protect Nehru.
"It's a letter written by their Lord Protector." One person took off the arrow and saw the Chinese characters written with a brush on it.
Nehru could no longer restrain his anger. He snatched the letter and wiped it without looking at it. He tore the letter into pieces and threw it down the tower. The fragments of the letter floated down from the top of the city like snowflakes.
Flying down like a rainbow.
"Go back and tell your prince to get out of the port of our Jialuo Empire. Otherwise, our Jialuo Kingdom will let you know what regret is. Our half-million-strong army of Jialuo Kingdom will trample you into pieces."
." Nehru shouted loudly towards the city.
Huo Shijian and others below the city witnessed the other party tearing up the letter written by Zhang Yanling, and learned what the other party said from Singer's mouth. Huo Shijian's face was so gloomy that it could wipe off a layer of frost.
"That ignorant guy in the city, what's your name?" Huo Shijian shouted.
"I am Nehru, the son of the King of Kala Kingdom, known as the Prince of Glory. You are required to get out of Guri Port within ten days. Otherwise, Prince Glory will personally lead an army to kill you all." Nehru shouted.
Hearing this, Huo Shijian nodded, pointed at Nehru and shouted: "Very good, Nehru, right? This is the end of your life. No one in the world dares to issue an ultimatum to me, the Protector of the Ming Dynasty. No one
If you dare to tear up his handwritten letter, you are finished."
Nehru puffed out his chest and laughed, "I've already torn it apart, what can you do?"
Huo Shijian nodded and said, "Just wait and see. Within ten days, if your king does not come to Guli City in person to apologize and apologize, he will bear the consequences."
Nehru laughed and said: "Let's see what the consequences are."
Huo Shijian said: "We never engage in verbal disputes with others. This is all we have to say. It is useless to talk more. Say goodbye."
Huo Shijian gave an order, and more than a hundred cavalrymen under the city turned their horses and left.
A general next to Nehru said: "Your Excellency, are you just going to let them go like this? They uttered threats and insults, and just let them go. If word spreads, won't Prince Glorious be killed by those old guys?"
They’re laughing.”
Hearing this, Nehru nodded and said: "That's right. These guys are so arrogant and domineering, how can we not give them some color? Send an order to assemble the cavalry guards, open the city gates and pursue them, catch some and kill some.
, to establish the prestige of our country. Especially the leader, I will capture him alive, hang him up and beat him for three days and three nights."
The surrounding generals heard the words and loudly agreed. More than 500 cavalry guards were in the square inside the city gate. They all mounted their horses with an order. Each of them was tall and powerful, looking very majestic.
Nehru came down from the tower, and someone brought his snow-white horse over. Nehru got on the horse. He was dressed in a gorgeous robe that matched the white horse under him. He looked like a man, a god, and a horse like a dragon.
Several mature and solemn followers came forward to persuade them. They were worried that Prince Guanghui did this without the king's permission and rashly offended the people of the Ming Dynasty. The consequences would be unmanageable. If they just exchanged a few words, it would be fine. If he really took action, it would inevitably lead to death and injury.
.Once someone dies, the hatred becomes deeper.
But at this time, how could Nehru listen to such words? His father Krishna was the only son like him, and he was the future king. Krishna had consciously allowed him to participate in the decision-making of some important national affairs.
It was to prepare him to become king in the future. Nehru also performed very well and was very prestigious among young officers and young officials.
Nehru himself believed that he would be better than his father. In fact, he was not satisfied with many of his father's decisions. Therefore, today, in anger, he would not consider the consequences of doing so.
"Lord Shiva does not like people without courage. Lord Shiva is the god of destruction and will not consider the consequences." Nehru gave his answer.
The city gate opened, and with the sound of trumpets, five hundred knights galloped out of the city gate and chased more than a hundred Ming cavalry who had turned around and left.
Huo Shijian just trotted away with more than a hundred cavalry. At this moment, he was less than three or four miles away from Victory City. But they heard the sound of horns behind them. When everyone looked back, they saw a large number of cavalry rushing out from the city gate and heading towards behind them.
Coming in pursuit.
"What do these Asan gangs want to do?" Huo Shijian called the captured Singh and Gandhi. They were used to calling them "Asan", and now all the people in the Jialuo Empire were collectively called "Asan".
"Do you want to attack us? Or are you here to invite us back? Are you regretting your previous rudeness?" said one of the accompanying hundred households.
Huo Shijian frowned for a moment and shouted in a low voice: "Get ready to fight. They are here to invite us back. They are going to attack us. You son of a bitch, you are so brave."
The soldiers cursed, and Huo Shijian issued orders repeatedly. All the soldiers quickly took out the muskets carried on their shoulders and quickly loaded the gunpowder bullets. Following several orders, a hundred cavalry lined up.
He raised the musket in his hand and aimed at the charging Garo Kingdom cavalry.
"Kill!" Nehru shouted loudly when the two sides were within a few hundred steps of each other.
The cavalrymen of the Kala Kingdom drew out their swords and raised them high. It was a Gurkha scimitar made of water. It was a knife made by the Gurkhas in the northern part of the Indian mainland. It was shaped like a dog's leg and was extremely sharp. Although the blade was relatively small,
It was short and not suitable for cavalry to cut and kill, but the ingenious Nehru made a large Gurkha scimitar, which was three feet long and looked even more frightening.
"kill!"
The cavalrymen of the Kala Kingdom raised their scimitars and roared, their mustaches raised, and their eyes as wide as bells. When faced with a situation where there were more people and fewer people, and it was a battle near the capital of their country, they were particularly cautious.
exciting.
"Ready! Aim!" Huo Shijian looked coldly at the charging Jia Luo cavalry and shouted in a deep voice.
All the musket cavalry were holding their muskets flat, sitting on their horses and aiming with their heads tilted.
The Garo cavalry rushed into range instantly, three hundred steps, two hundred and eighty steps, and two hundred and fifty steps.
Huo Shijian's voice sounded: "Let it go!"
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!" A series of black smoke rose up, and the unprecedented roar of firearms resounded in the wilderness on the southern outskirts of Victory City.
As a huge roar sounded, dozens of Garo cavalrymen rushing forward fell off their horses. They fell into the churning dust and were trampled and tumbled by the hooves of horses rushing from behind. Originally, many of them fell off their horses.
He wasn't hit in any vital parts, but he was trampled by the horse's hooves and couldn't survive.
"They have firearms! Those are muskets. These cunning bastards." Nehru yelled.
"What should we do? Your Highness, do you still want to rush?" the general beside him asked hurriedly.
The Jia Luo cavalry bravely continued to charge forward. Amidst the continuous roar of bird cannons, the soldiers rushing in front rolled like dumplings and fell off their horses. The Ming Ming bird cannon cavalry did not move at all, with only one hand busy, constantly pulling the gun bolt and moving.
Reload quickly.
At a distance of more than 200 steps, it takes more than ten breaths for the cavalry to charge. However, the gunnery cavalry can complete one shot in three to five breaths. In other words, when they rush to the front of the formation, the gunners
At least three or four rounds of shooting can be completed. When the five hundred cavalry rushed forward, there were probably not many left. It was a bombardment from a hundred bird cannons.
Nehru finally understood how powerful his opponent was. The power of firearms was beyond what his five hundred cavalry could withstand and break through. The charging cavalry had already killed more than a hundred people, and they were still more than a hundred steps away from their opponents. This was simply not possible.
Just to die.
He finally came to his senses. He waved his arms loudly and said: "Retreat to the city, retreat to the city. Retreat quickly."
The Garo cavalry in front, as if they had received an amnesty, immediately turned their horses and ran back towards both sides. Their riding skills were very good, and their horses were also very handsome. They were actually able to quickly turn around and escape while galloping.
, indeed he has some abilities.
"Want to run away? You son of a bitch, run away if you mess with us? Is that easy? Chase me." Huo Shijian shouted, patted his horse and rushed out.
More than a hundred cavalrymen rushed out, their cannons roaring endlessly. The Garo cavalrymen who turned around and fled fell off their horses one after another.
The defenders on the walls of Victory City had already seen everything, and a large number of soldiers and horses came out from the city gate to meet them. Because they were too close to the city, the enemy was about to escape to the city gate soon. It would be unwise to pursue them any further.
Huo Shijian was about to give the order to stop the pursuit, but he was unwilling to do so. Looking at the guy on the white horse running back from a distance, he knew that the guy was the leader of the opponent, but he seemed to be unable to do anything to him.
The man was at least three hundred steps away, and it was difficult to hit with a musket. But Huo Shijian wanted to try. So he reined in his horse, aimed the musket at his back, and shot out with a blast. But he saw that the man on the horse looked like a
Like a discarded torn bag, it screamed and fell into the dust.