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Chapter nine hundred and eighty fourth despair

The two Indian soldiers watched helplessly as the shotgun in Mazi's hand spurted out flames and shot a ball of steel slag into his chest.

The ball of steel slag flying at high speed turned into a circular killing circle more than one meter wide in the air. The two soldiers almost divided the steel slag equally. One was hit in the left chest, and the other was hit in the right chest. Two soldiers were hit in the left chest.

The body part that was hit instantly sprayed out countless blood mist, and the red and white became blurred.

The two Indian soldiers screamed and fell to the ground, looking at the wounds on their chests in disbelief. Two people were injured with one shot. Is this still a gun? The lethality of the shotgun was beyond what they could understand.

In the blink of an eye, six of the seven Mughal soldiers in front of Mazi's group had been defeated, and only one Indian soldier remained.

Shan Mao, Da Zi and the other five people looked at the last Indian soldier.

At this time, all the shotguns on the five people's side have been used up. If the Indian soldier rushes over again, he will have to fight with a blunderbuss or a steel knife.

The soldier froze in the forest for two seconds, but lost the courage to continue the charge. He threw away the spear in his hand and ran away towards the road.

"What a thief!"

Afterwards, Shanmao felt that the ten taels of silver he had received were gone, and he chased after him with two guns in hand.

Not only the Indian soldiers on Mazi's side began to flee, but almost all the Indian troops on the entire front were defeated.

The firepower of the shotgun is too fierce.

At this time, 80,000 Indian soldiers and horses were scattered on the long road, and the number of soldiers within a unit distance was too small. The Yizi Battalion and the Samurai Army charging from both sides of the road turned the battle into a small team battle. In this kind of

In the team battle of several people against several people, the power of the shotgun is fully demonstrated.

Li Laosi walked to the front of the battle line to observe the battle situation. On his right was a group of warriors.

The two dozen warriors fired a shotgun, killing eighteen or nine Indian soldiers. The dozen or so Indian soldiers who were still alive knew that they had no way to escape, so they came up with blood-red eyes to fight the warriors desperately.

Those warriors were also very smart. The warriors in the front row drew out their short swords and fought with the Indian soldiers, while the warriors in the back row tried their best to load their shotguns.

When the warrior behind loaded the bullet, he yelled at the warrior in front. The warrior in front swung his sword to drive away the enemy fighting with him, then rolled back and left the battle circle.

Taking advantage of this moment, the warriors behind opened fire with "Boom! Boom!". Li Laosi saw that the last dozen Indian soldiers were shot one after another, their faces and bodies were beaten into a pulp, and he let out an oozing sound.

Human screams.

An Indian soldier without a helmet was shot in the face, and the right half of his face was almost missing from the shotgun. All the skin on his face was knocked off, and his right ear was also completely knocked off. It looked bloody and scary.

The Mughal soldiers were finally completely defeated, threw away their weapons and ran away. The warriors chased them with just a few shots.

At a distance of twenty meters, the scattering radius of the shotgun was larger. The steel slag in the shotgun almost covered an area of ​​two meters, completely covering the backs of the Indian deserters. Blood spurted out from the backs of those deserters, and they walked forward a few meters.

He couldn't stand the cutting of steel slag in his flesh and blood, so he screamed and fell to the ground.

Shotgun scattering is not enough to kill, but it is enough to make the enemy lose combat effectiveness. And losing combat effectiveness on the battlefield is no different from death.

The prince of Punjab, who commanded the 80,000 pursuing troops, was riding on a Persian horse and found that the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse.

The planned 80,000 people chasing the 20,000 defeated troops turned into 80,000 people fighting against the 90,000 Ming army ambush. In fact, even against the 90,000 ambush troops, these 80,000 people were not afraid at all. The hand-to-hand combat of the Mughal Empire soldiers

The level was much higher than that of the Ming Army Yizi Camp, and in this dense forest, the only thing that could be done was hand-to-hand combat.

However, the Ming army on the opposite side used shotguns.

The prince of Punjab turned pale because he found that all the Indian soldiers around him had been defeated. The shotguns of the Ming army were like fire-breathing devils, killing the Indian conquerors from Central Asia one by one. The tall Mughal soldiers

Our soldiers fell down one by one, and those who were still alive ran away holding their heads.

On the winding road surrounded by dense forests, the prince did not know how many of the 80,000 people were still alive. In his sight, he only had about a hundred personal guards around him who had not collapsed.

He spurred on his horse and fled towards the road.

However, the further the prince ran, the more desperate he saw the scene.

The one who was ambushed was not one or two places, but the entire army of 80,000 people. He fled all the way to the west, but all he saw along the way were Ming shotgun soldiers who were chasing Indian soldiers. The Indian soldiers on the road fled in panic.

.The Ming soldiers fired wildly at the defeated soldiers on the road.

He saw a dozen Ming soldiers standing on a big rock next to the road, holding shotguns and shooting at the broken soldiers on the road. The Indian soldiers on the road had long ago abandoned their weapons and had no intention of resisting.

The soldiers behind stepped on the bodies of the soldiers in front and fled westward desperately.

Some Indian soldiers felt that there was no way to survive on the road, so they fled deep into the mountains and forests on both sides of the road. At this time, everything was about survival, and they no longer considered how to escape back to the army.

These 80,000 people cannot be brought back at all.

This prince did not know how Humayun would punish him after he returned. Although the emperor of the Mughal Empire was a descendant of Timur, the upper class nobles were all Persians and Central Asians, and all the rules were based on Persian traditions.

Would Humayun follow Persian tradition and kill himself and hang him on the city wall?

He only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and he felt like he couldn't control his horse while riding.

A group of warriors set their sights on this magnificently armored Punjabi prince at some point.

They rushed out of the woods, rushed to the prince's personal guards with more than thirty shotguns, and fired furiously at the guards.

"Boom boom boom!"

The guards had long been frightened, but when they were shot by these shotguns, they collapsed immediately. The guards abandoned their prince and fled into the mountains and forests, hoping to find a way out in the dense forests.

In the panicked eyes of the prince, three warriors rushed in front of him, raised their shotguns and shot at him.

"boom!"

The prince is wearing chain mail with steel plates. The chest, belly and thighs of this chain mail are covered with large steel plates, which are enough to shield the steel slag of shotguns. But no matter how good the steel armor is, there are places where it is exposed.

, such as the face on the front of the armor.

The Palace of the Punjab felt a chill on his face, and one of his eyes was blinded by steel slag.

The severe pain in his eyes made him lose the ability to resist. He covered his eyes and huddled on his horse.

A samurai put the shotgun under his left armpit and pressed the trigger with a bang.

There was no steel plate to protect that position, and the chainmail was immediately shattered by the shotgun. The left armpit of the Punjabi prince was pierced by countless pieces of steel slag, and his heart was cut into pieces by the steel slag in an instant. His eyes widened and the only thing left was

The left eye that could be opened screamed and fell off the tall mount.

He convulsed on the ground and lost his life.


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