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Chapter nine hundred and eighty seventh betrayal

"forty."

"thirty."

Before Li Dingguo finished counting one hundred times, the Indian soldiers on the battlefield began to collapse.

The casualty rate of Indians is really too high. The Indian pursuers who pursued the "broken troops" of Yizi camp originally killed more than 60,000 people. Just now, when the main force engaged the Ming people, they were bombarded by shotguns again.

More than 20,000 people were killed. The casualty rate has reached an astonishing 40%.

In this seventeenth century, no feudal army could withstand such casualties. The Indian soldiers were already full of fear.

The number of Indian soldiers who could still fight on the battlefield was already smaller than that of Li Laosi's men, and their spirits were broken to the limit. When they found that they could not defeat the Ming soldiers in hand-to-hand combat, their entire morale collapsed.

First, in one place and then in two places, the Indian soldiers began to turn around and flee. In some places, the Indian soldiers were surrounded by the superior strength of the Yizi Battalion and the Samurai Army. The Indian soldiers in these places collapsed first.

These cowards with fragile psychology abandoned their heavy "Formosa" rifles and fled to the west. The defeat of these soldiers led to the deterioration of the Indian situation and brought down the entire front. Soon, all the soldiers

Indian soldiers started to run away.

The Indian army collapsed.

In an instant, the Indian soldiers turned into rout troops, running wildly into the mountains and forests. Most of the Indian soldiers knew that they would be overtaken by the Ming Dynasty people if they fled on the road. They chose to crawl into the ravine, hoping to escape through the dense forests.

Next life!

Li Laosi excitedly waved his fist and said loudly: "Chase! Chase the Indians!"

The Chinese army's horn sounded again, encouraging the entire army to pursue the defeated Indian troops.

Dazi was fighting hand-to-hand with an Indian soldier, his eyes were bloodshot, when he suddenly saw the Indian soldiers around him running away one after another. The Indian soldier who was facing Dazi saw that the situation was not right, turned around and fled back the way he came.

Da Zi shouted angrily: "What a thief!" He grabbed his big steel knife and chased after him.

When the tiger saw the Indians trying to escape, it picked up a spear on the ground and threw it at the Indian deserter. An Indian soldier was stabbed in the waist by the tiger and fell to the ground screaming.

The mountain cat rushed forward with a steel knife and shouted: "Another twelve taels!"

Humayun stood on horseback on the mountain road, looking at the complete collapse of the Indian army, his mouth wide open.

Lost?

The good luck that the Dutch envoys had brought to them over the past year was over? The good luck that had brought them across northern India was gone, and India's 200,000-strong army was lost?

Two hundred thousand troops were defeated in Burma. Will the order of India collapse? Will the princes of various states betray themselves because of their incompetence? Will the Mughal Empire collapse as a result?

Humayun's face turned ashen and his body began to tremble.

When the Dutch envoy Weltman saw that the situation was not right, he abandoned Humayun, flicked his riding whip and fled westward. The Dutchman was originally taking advantage of Humayun. At this critical moment, he only thought about his own life.

Too lazy to talk nonsense to Humayun.

The other Indian princes looked at each other for a while, then turned around and ran away one by one.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the guards around Humayun took the reins of Humayun's mount and galloped towards the west, pulling Humayun's mount.

When the honor guard and flag soldiers behind Humayun saw that the emperor and the nobles had also fled, they finally realized that the battle was a complete defeat. They threw away everything in their hands and chased Humayun one by one.

There is no longer a war in the valley, and there are running Indian soldiers and Ming soldiers pursuing them everywhere.

Humayun followed his bodyguard and fled forward. After escaping for more than ten miles on the winding mountain road, he met an Indian prince who was also galloping on his horse.

That prince was the prince of Jharkhand, named Baldeep. He was also a Persian Mongolian. He invaded India with Humayun's ancestors and became a noble.

Baldeep had just recognized Humayun's emperor status last year. However, at this time Humayun lost two hundred thousand people. Baldeep looked at Humayun with eyes full of anger. He saw Humayun's mount and several

The guards rushed over, but instead of following, Baldeep took out his horn bow from the saddle with his backhand.

Humayun had always had mediocre abilities and did not have high prestige among the aristocratic circles of the Mughal Empire. At this time of the defeat, Baldeep had already regarded the incompetent Humayun as a sinner of the Mughal Empire. In his eyes,

, Humayun was a Dutch puppet with the title of emperor.

If it weren't for this useless emperor, how could there be the collapse of 200,000 Mughal warriors? These people are the foundation of the Mughal Empire's rule in India. Now that the army has collapsed, how many Mughal warriors can escape from Burma?

Baldeep shot an arrow at Humayun without hesitation.

When Humayun saw the big bow and arrow coming at a rapid pace, he was frightened and lowered his head in panic.

The arrow missed Humayun, but hit Humayun's mount. Humayun's horse was hit by an arrow in its neck, and it suddenly fell forward and fell on the road between the valleys.

Humayun was suddenly thrown to the ground by his war horse. He screamed and was shaken by the fall.

Baldip didn't stop after shooting one arrow, and raised his horn bow to shoot the second arrow.

The personal guards around Humayun looked at each other for a while, and they all understood that Humayun was in danger.

Even the local princes shot arrows at Humayun! Obviously, Humayun, who lost two hundred thousand Indian elites, will be despised by all Indian nobles and warriors, and will never be able to become the supreme emperor of India. Humayun will either die in

Myanmar will either return home to bear the wrath of various states and face one after another rebellion.

Just like Humayun when he first succeeded to the throne more than 20 years ago, he was spurned by all Indian princes because of his incompetence and lack of strategy.

The guards howled and rushed towards Baldeep.

But this was just a false move to cover up their escape. Halfway through, they gave up their goal and galloped away towards the west.

Baldeep snorted coldly when he saw Humayun's people deserting his relatives. He seemed to have concluded that Humayun could not escape from Burma, so he stopped paying attention to Humayun and fled to the west.

Humayun, who was panting on the ground, looked at the fleeing bodyguards and could not get up for a long time.

When he finally recovered and struggled to stand up from the ground, he saw a group of Ming cavalry riding Mongolian horses.

Li Laosi saw that the Indian troops were gone, so he sent cavalry to chase down the Indian generals.

Humayun's face turned pale and he rushed into the forest without hesitation.

However, he was wearing gorgeous steel armor and could not run fast at all. He ran forward with all his strength for more than ten seconds, and he had just reached the edge of the dense forest.

The cavalrymen saw a big Indian noble here trying to escape into the mountains and forests, so they rode near Humayun. They raised their rifles and shot at Humayun's back.

"Snapped!"

"Pop!"

Humayun was hit by at least three bullets in the back. He screamed and fell on the edge of the forest in Myanmar.


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