The other Central Asian nobles next to Abbas II also looked ashen.
Baldeep was kneeling on the ground, looking towards the south, dumbfounded, with fear on his face.
Within a minute, the Indian coalition forces, which had been sure of victory, suddenly fell into the abyss of defeat. The numerical advantage of 600,000 people attacking 85,000 people was lost in the face of weapons that were ahead of them for countless generations. Baldeep's mood was astonishing.
It's like a large ship on a long voyage that is about to reach the New World, but suddenly encounters a rock and the ship is destroyed and everyone is killed.
It's really unacceptable.
Baldeep suddenly raised his head and looked at Abbas II, hoping that the Persian emperor, who was known as the wise king, could come up with countermeasures.
However, what he saw when he raised his head was Abbas II's blood-red eyes and trembling body.
When Baldip saw Abbas II's appearance, he felt that the balance of victory had suddenly tipped, and the matter had reached an irreversible point. He turned to look at Koprulu in a panic, hoping that the wise Ottoman Turk
The Prime Minister can come up with countermeasures.
However, Koprlu's condition was equally bad. The telescope held by the old man shook with his hands, his neck stretched forward, and his eyes protruded forward. He stared at the scene on the battlefield to the south, as if he had seen hell.
At the end of the day, he has completely lost his ability to make decisions.
Baldip rushed to Koprulu and shouted loudly: "Prime Minister! If we don't think of a way, the entire army in the south will collapse!"
After listening to the translator's translation, Koprulu glanced at Baldip, swallowed, and said: "Find a way, find a way..."
However, he stopped mid-sentence. Then he bit his lips and looked helplessly at the battlefield in the south, completely unable to come up with any strategy.
Baldeep opened his mouth wide and looked at the helpless Koprulu, and then he looked at the anxious and flustered princes of various Indian states behind him. These Indian nobles looked at each other for a while, and in the end they all looked depressed and defeated.
Obviously, even if the princes of India devoted all their wealth to pay tribute to the Ottomans and surrendered to the Persian Empire, they would not be able to save India in the end. In the face of Li Zhi's steel storm, the Austro-Indian allied forces equipped with the most advanced weapons were like
The sick man of Central Asia has no ability to resist.
Baldeep suddenly felt so helpless. Two tears streamed down the middle-aged man's face and he couldn't stop it. He could no longer keep his upper limbs upright and lay on the ground speechless.
It's over, India is over, Li Zhi's Tiger Army will sweep across India. The Central Asian nobles who have ruled India for more than a hundred years once occupied all the resources on the subcontinent, but now they will lose everything.
On the battlefield, the carnage of Gatling guns continues.
Although the Austro-Indian coalition has slowed down its charge due to too many casualties, these hundreds of thousands of soldiers are still surrounding the phalanx of infantry fighting vehicles. The machine guns of the infantry fighting vehicles are more than one meter above the ground and are firing downwards.
On the basically flat grassland, the grass cannot provide any cover for the soldiers on the opposite side.
Gatling's bullets swept towards the Indian coalition's array one after another, causing splatters of blood to appear.
From Boss Wei's point of view, the Indian coalition forces on the opposite side were like a group of moving targets. These soldiers with tall noses and deep eyes were moving on the ground with their waists bent, and some even dared not stand up and only dared to crawl on the ground.
However, no matter what posture they took, they could not change the dense formation of hundreds of thousands of Indian coalition forces. The machine gun bullets that swept through them line by line had a very high hit rate.
Boss Wei saw forty Ottoman soldiers lying on the grass in a field, with their heads lowered and not daring to move forward. Their heads were buried very low, but there was still a machine gun that noticed these "cowards". He didn't know where the bullets came from.
Shooting from a certain direction, red and yellow colors suddenly splashed out on the grassland full of Turkish soldiers.
The yellow stuff is the soil under the grass, which was ejected after being shot by large-caliber bullets, mixed with some broken and flying grass, and ejected above the grass like fireworks. The red stuff was shot out.
The blood column on the soldier's body. Compared with the yellow soil, the red blood column spatters higher due to the internal pressure of the human body.
The machine gun was aiming at this piece of grass and firing. Pillars of blood continued to splash on the ground. I don't know how many soldiers were killed by bullets.
The machine gun seemed to be targeting this area of cowardly Turkish soldiers. After firing for more than ten seconds, the machine gun did not move its muzzle and was still pouring bullets into this area of grass.
The Turkish soldiers still alive in the grass collapsed.
As long as the machine guns fire for another ten seconds or so, all the soldiers in this grassland will turn into corpses and rotten meat. No one will remain indifferent to the fate of death. These Turkish soldiers no longer stick to the battlefield, but retreat to the rear.
escaped.
They became deserters, abandoning their weapons and rushing through the gaps between the soldiers in the rear at all costs.
The noble war team behind them rushed up and shot at the deserters, and the scene became a little chaotic.
Gatling fired for one minute and 40 seconds, killing and wounding an estimated 30,000 Indian and Indian coalition soldiers. Even if there were 170,000 Indian coalition soldiers directly to the south, the casualty rate was close to 20%.
In the seventeenth century, no army could withstand a casualty rate of 20%.
As soon as the more than twenty Turkish soldiers who escaped on the grass fled back, the entire front line of the Indian coalition forces in the south began to collapse.
Some soldiers began to follow the footsteps of the more than 20 soldiers and fled back.
Even the bravest Central Asian warriors had to give up and continue charging forward because more and more of their comrades were fleeing back.
The fire-breathing Gatling is still spraying bullets at enemies in all directions. In front of the rotating barrel, the tongues of fire gradually make the entire barrel start to glow slightly red. If these 600 machine guns fire for another minute and four,
In ten seconds, all the barrels may be paralyzed due to being too hot and red.
However, the Indian coalition forces could not hold on for another minute and forty seconds.
Boss Wei saw a group of the bravest soldiers rushing to the front. Just as his comrades retreated and retreated on the grass, two machine guns suddenly aimed at this group of enemies and fired. Those tall Central Asian soldiers suddenly seemed to explode.
Fireworks were set off, and blood mist and columns of blood shot out piece by piece.
The angry brave men did not want to be beaten in vain, so they fired at this side with their muskets, but their bullets posed no threat to the infantry fighting vehicles. The two machine guns fired for about fifteen seconds, and more than fifty of the bravest Central Asian warriors
Almost all of them were beaten to death on the grass.
The deaths of these Central Asian soldiers were like a heavy blow to the heart of the Indian coalition forces.
Even the supervising team was useless. The Opo-Indian coalition forces at the front all chose to escape. In just five seconds, all the Indian coalition soldiers in the front row turned around, and no one continued to shoot at the fire-breathing Ghat.
