Early on the next morning, as the genius dawned, the Shah commanded the Bangladeshi troops to attack Majedi City. Countless Brahmans were driven by Tianfang believers and rushed towards the north, east and west walls of Majedi City.
The Ming army at the top of the city immediately took action. The few remaining rolling stones were taken out, ready to be thrown down at any time. The archers were also prepared. However, the rolling stones were not thrown out immediately, and there were no arrows.
They fired immediately until the Brahmins who were forced to charge rushed to the bottom of the city. At the order of hundreds of households, there was only a rumble and a lot of logs were thrown down.
Suddenly, there was a scream under the city, and countless people fell to the ground, wailing in a language that the Ming army could not understand. They had been forced to charge and had no will to fight. Seeing so many people killed and injured, they immediately did not dare to move forward.
charge.
The Tianfang believers who were supervising the battle immediately waved their spears and hit the Brahmans, forcing them to continue charging. However, many people would rather be beaten than get closer to the city wall. Seeing this, the Shah frowned and whispered to the guards beside him.
A few words. The guard rode up to the formation and said something loudly. The general leading the army nodded and shouted an order.
Immediately, the spear in the hands of the Tianfang cultists thrust straight forward, and hundreds of Brahmin cultists also fell to the ground wailing, almost the same as those who were killed by rolling logs before. The Ming army at the head of the city was stunned for a moment: they were killed by their own people
They stabbed more people than they killed. Even if they were cannon fodder, they wouldn't be so consumed, right?
"Sultan, isn't this a bad thing?" Someone beside Shah said: "If other Brahmans in the country know about it, it will not be beneficial to maintaining stability. After all, this is not the same as driving them out to be cannon fodder."
"Mansoor, they will not be dissatisfied. Most of these people are Dalits, and a few are Shudras. You should know what Dalits mean. Among their Brahmans, they are untouchables and untouchables. Even tenants and
Low-level craftsmen are not allowed to do anything, they can only do the lowest occupations, such as cleaning toilets or sweeping streets. They cannot step on other people's shadows when walking on the road, let alone get close. The life and death of such a person is a 'noble' Kshatriya.
How can Li or Brahmins care? No matter how many people die, no one will care. They will even thank us for clearing away the garbage for them," Shah said with a smile.
Mansoor sighed and said nothing. He was not sighing for these Dalits who did not want to convert to Tianfang religion, but he thought of the former Dalits who converted to Tianfang religion and sighed for them. Mansoor came from two countries.
He is a true Tianfang believer in the river basin. As long as he is a Tianfang believer, he will treat them equally and will never discriminate. However, many Indians who converted to Tianfang religion will still discriminate against people whose castes were lower than theirs when they believed in Brahmanism. This is not true for them.
It doesn't seem to be a good thing. They have been calling for change loudly, but with little effect. If this continues, sooner or later a caste system will develop among Tianfang believers; but the original meaning of Muslin is the meaning of "brothers" in the big food language, how can it be
Having a caste system like the decadent Brahmins? I must find a way to stop this trend.' Mansoor thought.
Not to mention what Mansoor was thinking, the situation on the battlefield changed again. As the Tianfang cultists killed people very cruelly, these Dalits who acted as cannon fodder rushed forward again. If they stayed where they were, they would definitely be stabbed to death by the Tianfang cultists.
, rushing forward may not necessarily be smashed to death, of course they can only charge. The Ming army can only continue to throw rolling wood and thunder stones downward.
Soon, the rolling logs and stones were all consumed, and the Dalits set up ladders and began to climb the city wall. The Ming army struggled to push up the ladders. Many ladders were pushed down, and many Dalits were thrown to death. However, more ladders were erected, and up to
The Lite people struggled to climb up, and some even climbed to a place near the top of the city.
The Ming army fought with them, and the Dalits were quickly defeated as expected. They were not determined to fight, let alone had no training in martial arts, so they were immediately defeated and defeated. Many of them even screamed and retreated.
Go and fall from the top of the city.
But their mission had been completed. Seeing the Brahmans climbing to the top of the city, the Tianfang believers shouted with joy and rushed towards Majedi City carrying ladders. Shah also showed a smile on his face and said: "Ming Ming
The army is not very capable of defending the city, and without the rolling wood and rocks, it will soon be unable to hold it."
Khalid was about to make a joke when he heard a loud shout from the Ming army on top of the city. All the Ming troops who were fighting the Brahmans suddenly became more brave than before, and killed or pushed away the Brahmans who boarded the city.
It went down. The screams rang out again. Immediately, the archer took a few steps forward, raised the long bow in his hand, and shot the arrow diagonally upward with another "release" command. Thousands of arrows seemed to
Like raindrops, they flew into the sky, drawing an arc in the air. After passing the peak, they accelerated and fell, landing on the heads of the charging Tianfang cultists. With bursts of screams, countless Tianfang cultists fell to the ground, and blood flowed from their dying bodies.
It flowed out and dyed large areas of soil red.
Shah was smiling and talking to the people next to him. He was stunned when he saw this scene. Then he stood up and cursed loudly, and then shouted: "Push over some cannons and fire at them!"
"Sultan, don't be impulsive!" Mansour said immediately. At the same time, he winked at the messenger. He was the main general who attacked this wall and was also trusted by the Shah. The messenger didn't know whether to obey the order and stood still.
move.
"How do you tell me to calm down!" Shah shouted again. In order to capture the city of Majedi as soon as possible, the Tianfang cultists who were about to attack the city just now were all elites he accepted. It would be very distressing if any one of them died, let alone dying at once.
So many. At that moment, he even wanted to kill all the Ming troops on this wall, whether ordinary soldiers or generals.
"Sultan, you cannot change your plans just because you are angry." Mansour said again. He was afraid that Zhang Fu was patrolling this wall and was shot to death by the Shah. In that case, the Ming army would definitely not be able to
Will give up.
After a while, the Shah calmed down, but he still ordered: "Push up those cannons so that the Ming army can see them. The whole army continues to attack the city and must capture Majedi City! The Lord will definitely bless us to capture it."
From Majedi City!”
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"Damn it, the Bengalis actually have cannons!" Sun Bingwen spat, and the joy of successfully killing so many main members of the Bangladeshi army disappeared without a trace. Whether or not there are cannons is a big difference, unless it is in the capital of the Ming Dynasty.
If you plant a city, even the artillery fire of the Japanese army during World War II can't be damaged, so you don't have to worry about the threat of artillery. In general, whether there are artillery on the siege side of a city is completely different; not to mention that the walls of Majedi are not thick, and it won't take long to bombard them hard.
Break.
However, he quickly adjusted. Regardless of whether the Bengalis had artillery or not, the battle had to continue. He picked up the kettle and drank some water, and shouted loudly to command the soldiers.
Soon, more Bengalis rushed over and began to climb the city wall. The soldiers of the Ming army put the excrement collected in the past few days into a large tank and poured it down. Soon, the city was filled with a stench, and some people couldn't stand it for a while.
Note that when fecal water was poured into the mouth, one suddenly felt very nauseous and bent down to vomit. Some people accidentally fell to the ground and died.
However, after all, unboiled excrement water cannot directly cause much harm to people. The Bangladeshi soldiers resisted nausea and continued to climb to the top of the city. Soon, although the Ming army tried their best to stop them, someone else climbed to the top of the city.
Suddenly, the brutal hand-to-hand combat began again, and it was even more brutal than before. The Ming army did not retreat and fought hard with the Bangladeshi soldiers; the Bangladeshis also wielded machetes and fought bloody battles with the Ming army, even if they were about to be killed, they did not hesitate.
He waved his sword towards the Ming army in front of him.
After hearing the news from the other two sides, Shah saw that the west side of the city was progressing the fastest, so he decided to divert the north and east sides, and gathered all the elite soldiers to attack on this side. Moreover, he saw that the arrows of the Ming army were almost exhausted.
When all was exhausted, there were no more weapons that could threaten the city, so the soldiers lined up in the tightest formation and rushed to the top of the city carrying all the ladders they had built.
Zhao Ji in the East City and Zhu Daizhen in the North City noticed immediately and sent people to report to Zhang Fu. Zhang Fu thought for a while and ordered half of the soldiers from the Zhao Ji Police Station to defend the North City. Zhu Daizhen led the entire Biaogan under his command to the West City for rescue.
After receiving the order, Zhu Daizhen immediately took three thousand households to Xicheng, leaving two thousand households to wait until Zhao Ji's troops arrived before rushing to support. Sun Bingwen, who was supported by Zhu Daizhen, was finally able to breathe, but as the situation became more and more serious
More Bangladeshi soldiers attacked the city wall, and it became more and more difficult for them to defend the city. As the strength of the Ming army gradually depleted, it became increasingly difficult to stop the Bengalis at the city wall, and more and more Bengalis rushed to the top of the city.
, fighting in a melee with the Ming army.
"Hoo! Hoo!" Sun Bingwen gasped as he fought hard with Xilu. He killed the man in front of him with one knife, then passed the scimitar wielded by another man, pulled out a dagger with his left hand and stabbed him in the stomach.
He went up, leaned back to avoid another knife shadow, then slashed upwards with his backhand to cut off the man's arm, raised his foot and kicked him to the ground. The Bengali man had been seriously injured before.
He had lost a lot of blood, and if he was seriously injured again, he would probably not be able to survive.
But there were too many people on the top of the city. The cries of killing, screams and the sounds of hacking and stabbing were all heard together. Even the most discerning people could not see and hear in all directions. Sun Bingwen killed three people in an instant.
However, the next person saw the opportunity and slashed him in the back. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.
The man who chopped him down saw that he was wearing full body armor and knew that he was a high official, so he subconsciously wanted to chop off his head with a machete; but then he remembered the Shah's instructions not to kill high officials of the Ming army, so he paused again.
While he was hesitating, he felt the wind at the back of his head and was about to hide away. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his waist, and then he lost consciousness when his neck felt cold.
"Brother Sun, how are you? Are you seriously injured?" He asked while helping Sun Bingwen up.
"I'm fine. I'm wearing such good armor that ordinary swords can't cut through. How can I be easily injured? I just couldn't control my balance and almost fell down." Sun Bingwen was helped up and said.
"Then it's best to let the military doctor take a look." The man added.
"Where is the time to look at the wounded?" Sun Bingwen shouted, and then asked: "Dai Zhen, why don't you command the soldiers?"
"What else is there to command? There are already so many Bengalis rushing forward. Even if you command, you can't hear the command, and you won't have time to read the flags. Three, five or more than ten people will fight on their own." The person who just saved him just now.
Zhu Daizhen said with a wry smile. He didn't like this kind of melee, but every battle he participated in would eventually turn into a melee.
"Where is the reserve team? Are there any reserve teams left?" Sun Bingwen asked again. He had already put all the reserve teams into battle.
"Almost half of them have been filled in. I plan to fill in the other half of the reserve team in another quarter of an hour! They are strong enough and may be able to drive all the Bengalis from the top of the city." Sun Bingwen asked a question to a general of his level.
It was very rude, but Zhu Daizhen was his soldier when he was still a member of Baihu, and he was considered an old superior. It was barely appropriate to speak like this, and Zhu Daizhen himself didn't think much of it.
"I'm afraid you don't have enough reserves. If you want to defeat them all, unless General Zhang fills in all his own reserves!" Sun Bingwen said as he continued to fight the Bengalis.
"I have sent people to see General Zhang, but no matter whether he brings out the reserve team or not, the people I have will fill it in! Even if we cannot drive all the Bengalis out of the city, we must take a breath for the time being, otherwise we will not be able to persist.
By night. As long as they can hold out until night, the Bengalis will have no choice but to retreat and hold on for another day. Reinforcements may arrive tomorrow." Zhu Daizhen said, hacking one person to death at the same time.
They fought like this with the Bengalis for another quarter of an hour. With a loud horn sound, Zhu Daizhen's reserve team rushed towards the city. At the same time, Zhang Fu also sent three hundred households to support.
These hundreds of people were strong enough to kill hundreds of Bengalis at once, and pushed back the enemy troops who had boarded the city. Some were even pushed off the city. Zhu Daizhen couldn't help but smile: It seems that we can defend the city until the evening.
Already.
But at this moment, he inadvertently glanced around the city and saw someone near the cannons stuffing shells into the cannons, and someone untying the gunpowder bags to fill them with gunpowder. His face suddenly turned pale.
Sun Bingwen followed his gaze and his expression became the same as Zhu Daizhen's. 'Is it possible that we still can't defend the city today?'
At this time, they suddenly felt shaking under their feet. Zhu Daizhen said to himself: "Could it be that Ye Tongzhi, seeing the critical situation in the city, planned to lead the cavalry to forcefully attack the Bengal army's formation? No, he only has 3,000 men and horses, and now it is probably less than 3,000. There is no way.
It is impossible to break through the large formation of the Bengal army, nor can it stop the Bengalis from firing. It is just a waste of death."
But he immediately noticed something was wrong. "No! Three thousand cavalry cannot raise this smoke! How many people did your Highness send to relieve the siege of Majedi City?"
