The sun sets in the west. The moment the sun is blocked by the mountain peaks in the west, the mountains seem to be instantly covered with a black curtain, becoming cold and gloomy, and the twilight becomes deep.
The night wind gradually picked up, and the roar of the forest waves gave people a feeling of an impending rain.
The Garo people have basically completed the construction of their wooden rafts. Hundreds of wooden rafts were built in just over two hours. Moreover, during these two hours, soldiers and horses below the canyon were reinforced.
More than a thousand people came up. These thousand people were Garo people's archers.
As a result, the entire camp below and the edge of the woodland were crowded with people, with almost nowhere to stay.
Krishna was determined to resolve the matter today. He didn't want to waste any more time. The huge wooden shield served as a bunker and was pushed to a certain distance. The archers fired volleys to suppress it. The soldiers rushed up the cliff and wiped out all the opponent's soldiers and horses.
Kill and capture.
This is a perfect plan. It is better to have more people. Although the opponent's firearms are fierce, you can afford to die and you can afford to play. With more people, it is easier to do things. You can also quickly cut down trees and build large rafts of bunkers to achieve the desired effect.
It is almost dark, which is beneficial to our own side. After dark, the opponent cannot see anything, which is more beneficial to the attack. It is time to launch an attack.
The low horns began to reverberate in the valley, and hundreds of wooden rafts were erected. Because the rocky slope was too narrow, only a hundred steps wide, these huge wooden rafts and shields were staggered and arranged in several rows. After they were erected,
, as if hundreds of tombstones were erected on the slope.
The glorious prince Nehru gave an order, and the wooden rafts began to move slowly upward. Behind each wooden raft were equipped with two archers and five scimitar soldiers. In this attack, nearly two thousand troops were used.
With such a huge advantage in troops and offensive means, not to mention there are only a hundred or so enemies on the top of the cliff, no matter how many times it is, it is impossible to resist it. Although such a rocky slope is a favorable terrain for the Ming army, it is not advantageous.
It has reached the point where one man can't break through the barrier. Although it is difficult to charge smoothly on the rugged stone slope, by relying on this step-by-step attack and taking advantage of the absolute advantage of troops and horses, you can easily attack it.
When the Garo people began to slowly creep towards the top of the cliff to attack, two piles of fire shot into the sky above the Ming army's station above the top of the cliff.
The two fires were two signs, one to the east and one to the west, marking a ground area as wide as forty or fifty paces. That was the target point for the gliders descending from the sky to identify their landing position in the darkness.
Between the fires, a huge rope net has been pulled up and blocked on the side close to the slope. It is a safety net set up to prevent overshooting when landing, and to prevent the person from plunging onto the rocky slope and sliding down the slope.
A red fireworks bomb soared into the sky, and brilliant sparks rained down in the sky. That was the signal for action sent by the Ming Dynasty soldiers and horses.
Everyone raised their heads and watched the gorgeous fireworks disappearing in the dim dusk. Krishna, who was at the foot of the hillside, looked up at the fireworks and felt an ominous feeling in his heart.
"Father, what are the people of the Ming Dynasty doing? Are they setting off fireworks to celebrate their imminent demise?" Nehru asked.
Krishna said coldly: "Attack with all your strength, don't be fooled by the opponent's actions. No matter what, if you attack, it's best to capture the Duke of Ming Dynasty alive."
"What if we can't be captured alive?" Nehru asked.
Krishna glared and said, "Then kill him."
Nehru smiled. He knew that his father was very unhappy this time. He did not want to offend the people of the Ming Dynasty at all. But in the end he had to do what he did not want to do. My dear father, although you are wise, but
You have thought too much. Under your rule, the Garo Kingdom may be able to survive peacefully.
However, if you want to establish a powerful Jialuo Empire that unifies the continent, you will not succeed in being so forward-looking and hesitant. In the future, your son, the successor of the great Jialuo Empire, will let you know
, what is decisive and wise, what is the king of the continent, the son of the gods.
The horns of the Garo people's attack became more urgent, and the attacking troops and horses advanced faster. However, carrying huge and heavy log rafts, the speed could not be increased. The slopes were rugged and rocky, because it looked like they were stumbling.
Without seeing the road ahead, it was easy to hit the protruding rocks, and then the whole person behind the shield fell down together with the shield. The heavy shield hit the person, causing his head to bleed.
Others have lost their feet, sprained their feet, fallen and rolled over, and there are all kinds of conditions.
Therefore, although the horn urged to speed up the attack, the speed increased quickly.
Half an hour passed, and in the darkness, the Garo people's shield formation finally entered the two hundred paces down the slope. At the same time, the firearms of the Ming Dynasty soldiers and horses above began to roar.
Bullets continued to hit the shield and the ground, sending sawdust flying to the ground and causing smoke and dust. But the log rafts had a very good protective effect. The thick logs were still living trees, making them more difficult to penetrate. Steel ball bullets
Hitting the top will only penetrate a few inches deep and create a hole. It will not damage the entire structure of the raft at all.
After a stick of incense, under the intense fire of cannons, the Jialuo soldiers and horses advanced the battle line to within a hundred steps.
"Stand up the shield!...Archers prepare!...Fire arrows!" General Jia Luo shouted vaguely from his thick lips.
Hundreds of archers bent their bows and nocked arrows from both sides of the shield, or stepped back a few steps, pointed their arrows upwards, and fired out.
The vibration of the bowstring is like the muffled sound of thunder in the sky, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air is shrill and harsh. This is the unique sound effect of Garo human and animal bone arrows. If tens of thousands of archers fire in volley, the sound of roaring bowstrings and
The howl like a ghost can scare the enemy.
Arrows fell like rain on the Ming army camp above, and the roar of the muskets in the Ming army camp began to become sparse. After the archers fired five or six rounds of arrows in succession, the Ming army, which had been lit by fire and roared like thunder,
All the firearms in the camp were muted and became silent.
Of course, it is impossible that all the Ming troops were killed, but it was obvious that the opponent was suppressed by the dense rain of arrows and was unable to attack.
General Jia Luo, who was leading the army, did not dare to take it lightly and ordered the archers below to move closer. After more than two hundred archers from other places joined in, the arrow rain became more intensive and suppressed for two rounds before he issued the final order.
"Infantry, kill! Gods bless you, Lord Shiva, Brahma, and Vishnu protect us, kill you!"
"kill!"
The scimitar soldiers behind the wooden platoon roared and rushed out, and thousands of infantrymen stumbled towards the enemy camp above. The shouts of killing were earth-shattering and resounded throughout the mountains and fields.
Under the cover of the archers, they quickly rushed to the edge of the Ming army camp above the stone slope. After the archers stopped shooting, they still did not encounter any counterattack. They rushed up. The Ming army camp was dark.
Surprisingly, the tent is still there, and there are sounds of running footsteps in the distance.
On the cliff hundreds of steps above, two fires were burning into the sky. Many figures were running towards the top of the cliff in the light of the fire.
The Ming army fled to the top of the cliff.
The news soon spread down the slope, and Nehru danced with joy.
"Hahaha, that's it. What about the firearms of the Ming Dynasty people? Isn't it just running away? They ran to the top of the cliff, which was a dead end. Are they going to jump off the cliff? Hahaha."
King Krishna was also very happy in his heart, but his face remained calm.
"Let's go up and have a look. If possible, I still want to persuade the Duke of Ming Dynasty to leave peacefully."
Nehru rolled his eyes and thought to himself: I won't care about it for a while and just order soldiers and horses to cover them up. I can't let you spare them.
The father and son quickly rushed to the top. Thousands of soldiers and horses had gathered on the top of the cliff. They received orders to temporarily stop the attack.
Krishna ordered people to light torches, and hundreds of torches illuminated the top of the cliff. He saw in the darkness ahead, what seemed to be a dark group of people standing on the edge of the cliff. That was Ming who was forced to die.
The whole army was in a dark place, and it seemed that they were all there.
"Master Zhang, please come out and speak." Krishna shouted loudly into the darkness.
A figure walked over slowly and stood still at a distance. The light from the torch and the fire could not shine that far, so it looked blurry. The outline of the man was a bit strange. He stood there with two eyes open behind him.
A big black wing.
The Jia Luo people thought their eyes were dazzled, so they rubbed their eyes and stretched their necks to look carefully, and they did see the big wings of the elder behind the man.
"What is that? A demon from hell? Is the Duke of the Ming Dynasty a demon? Has he shown his true colors?"
"My God, it turns out they are all demons. No wonder they are so powerful. Lord Shiva, Lord Brahma, and Lord Vishnu, please protect us."
The soldiers were talking in astonishment, and every one of them was frightened.
Nehru sternly reprimanded: "What nonsense are you talking about? They are just pretending to be gods. They are ordinary people, what kind of devils? They are just mortal bodies. If they talk nonsense and disturb the morale of the army, they will be killed on the spot."
Everyone hurriedly shut up. At this time, the voice of the 'devil' came from the opposite side.
"Dear His Majesty the King, what else can you say at this time? Have you agreed to sign the treaty we drafted before? Hahaha."
Krishna recognized that it was Zhang Yanling's voice. Hearing that he was still speaking harshly at this time, he felt angry but also funny.
"He who knows the current affairs is a hero, this is what your Ming Dynasty said. Mr. Zhang, why bother throwing your life here. You have no way out. Why let your soldiers die here with you? As long as you promise to leave me
Country, return my port and I will let you go without hurting a hair on your head. This is your last chance, don’t miss it." Krishna said solemnly.
Zhang Yanling's loud laughter came: "Your Majesty the King, I appreciate your kindness. But we Ming people never compromise. My brothers and I would rather jump off a cliff and die than agree to your request. Your Majesty the King,
You are in big trouble. It's too late to stop now. But I won't advise you anymore. You must think that you have a chance to win now, and my words are in vain. When the punishment comes, you will understand."
Krishna said loudly: "Why are you so stubborn? Why are you so young and willing to risk your life here? Are you crazy or stupid? Listen to my advice, I..."
Zhang Yanling's voice came, interrupting Krishna's words: "Your Majesty, I'm too late, I'm in a hurry. I have to leave. See you later."
Krishna was shocked when he saw Zhang Yanling turning around and heading towards the edge of the cliff. At the same time, the dark group of Ming soldiers were disappearing out of thin air one by one. In the darkness, there was a whistling sound of wind.
.
Zhang Yanling's figure also disappeared quickly in the darkness. He was obviously running. When Krishna realized that he was jumping down the cliff, he shouted: "Stop him quickly."
But there was no time. From a distance, Zhang Yanling jumped and disappeared into the darkness under the cliff.
Krishna was stunned and speechless for a moment.
"These people from the Ming Dynasty must be crazy. Is it fun to die without a complete corpse? In the next life, you will be reborn as a disabled person. Father, I will go to the bottom of the cliff and order people to find their corpses. But I guess they won't be able to find them all. It's so high.
You will be smashed to pieces," Nehru said.
Krishna nodded silently, feeling a little heavy. What should he say now that things have come to this? There was no joy of victory in his heart. Instead, he was filled with sorrow, thinking about what to do next.
"He has wings. He may not be dead, he may have flown." A Garo soldier suddenly said something in a daze.
Everyone was panicked and turned to look at him. Nehru stepped forward and slapped the soldier twice and cursed: "Are you crazy? What nonsense are you talking about?"
At this moment, I heard chaos under the cliff. The soldiers and horses on the road in the canyon were making loud noises and shouting all over the sky.
"What happened?" Krishna asked in shock.
Everyone rushed to the edge of the cliff and looked down into the canyon. They saw the Jia Luo army at the bottom of the canyon holding torches, lighting up the space below.
Then, Krishna, Nehru and others were astonished to see large birds with wings soaring in the air below the half-dark canyon. They passed over the heads of the soldiers and horses below.
Under the light and shadow of the torch, it flew towards the far side of the canyon.
"Those are... people from the Ming Dynasty... they... can fly..." Krishna said blankly.
Nehru also said blankly: "Are we dazzled? Are they really demons in disguise?"
"Fire! Fire! There's a fire over there." Suddenly, a Garo soldier pointed at the mountains to the west and screamed loudly.
Everyone turned around and saw a red flame rising on the west hillside.