He tried his best to capture the city of Bombay as quickly as possible and with the fewest casualties.

The benefits are very many, didn't the Ottomans eat deflated in the hands of the Chinese and couldn't beat the city of Cairo?

Look, our Mughal Empire took the Chinese fortified city lightly, and you Ottomans can't do it.

Speaking of which, Imad Ahmed is grateful to Emperor Shah Jahan, it was the emperor who turned him from a Central Asian savage into a powerful general, he could bring out 200 heavy artillery, he led the Imperial Forest Army, the most powerful cavalry and army in the empire, and behind it was an army of 100,000, the emperor's trust in him can be seen!

Quickly finish this battle and deter those imperial careerists, he knows too well the internal and external troubles of the empire, like a giant with feet of clay, the battlefield of Afghanistan has become the graveyard of the empire, where he thinks and tries his best to ensure that the war situation is not lost and the situation is stable.

In order to capture the city of Mumbai, he led the main force of the empire to move south, but he was afraid that the tribes of Afghanistan would start to move again, so he had to break the city quickly!

Imad Ahmed raised his binoculars and rode his horse slowly, carefully observing the city.

The defenders resisted fiercely, and the Mughals stormed their defenses with fanaticism, but they held it firm, outperforming the defenders of the city he had seen before.

"Their marksmanship is quite accurate!" Imad Ahmed judged.

The defenders knocked down the attackers with accurate shots, apparently well trained, and Imad Ahmed knew that to achieve such accuracy, it was silver burned.

Moreover, the bullets of the Chinese!

He has a buckshot in his finger, and he knows the secret of the buckshot!

The small hole is punched into the big hole, and the lethality of the lead bullet is terrifying.

But what about knowing, how can the Mughal Empire have a small number of flintlock pistols, or sent by the Ottomans, most of them are arquebuses, everyone queues up to shoot, and the loser must be the Mughals, so don't count on guns and bullets.

Imad Ahmed was not discouraged, his telescope was destined to be a golden shadow in the city, it was a golden retriever and red hair, tall and mighty, without a helmet, with fluttering hair and angry hair, as fierce as a lion!

He wielded a dual-armed weapon, which was a Chinese ghost head knife, the gravity of the knife was heavy, and he was wearing heavy armor, rushing into the Mughal crowd in Shangdecheng, killing people like slaughtering chickens!

The light of the knife flew like snowflakes, killing an unknown number of people.

Golden Retriever, Devil's Head Knife!

Like an extremely efficient killing machine, Brother Meng, there was a breakthrough in this area of the city, and there were originally at least thirty Mughal troops in the city, and they were all killed by him when they met him.

When the double knife stopped, it was not bloody, it was still silver-white, he was young and sunny, standing proudly, looking at the city!

Then he looked at the veteran under the golden flag in the distance, stretched out his thumb, and nodded to himself.

Then use the little thumb to point at the veteran, the state of BS is obvious!

"Good knives!" Imad Ahmed was not angry, but gave a soft praise.

So what! He laughed and pointed his finger: "I'm going to concentrate all my firepower and attack that person!" ”

"Do it!" He shouted.

At the sound of an order, the heavy artillery in the east of the city turned around, the trebuchets took aim, the grenadiers lit bombs, and the archers bent their bows and arrows.

"Volley!" The officers shouted.

Many attacks were launched like a storm, covering the city wall in an instant, and the figure of the golden retriever disappeared, not knowing whether it was dead or alive.

"Good, good!" Imad Ahmed praised.

He is not conservative, he is proficient in firepower intensive attacks, and under heavy firepower, no one can defend against them.

Still, Golden Retriever, Golden Retriever!

He groaned and commanded an interpreter to come.

……

Half a day later, the fighting in the city of Bombay eased, and then came arrows with letters.

Taken apart, the letter of surrender written in Portuguese, Chinese and Hindi asked the Portuguese in the city to destroy the Chinese and open the city gates, so that the Mughal army would open the net and release the Portuguese to the land of Christ, and never break their word.

The lord took Cabot and read it, and laughed at himself: "I wonder if they will let go of me, a red-haired man whose hands are covered in Mughal blood?" ”

"Sir, you have no way out, the land of Christ is not suitable for you, because you believe in Mazu!" Brigadier General An Kang, the guard of the East Gate, said unceremoniously, and he asked a golden retriever beside him: "They have surrendered you, how are you, young man, offering the city?" ”

The person asked was the brother of the fierce general that Imad Ahmed had seen just now, Rico José, the son of Johnson José, the Portuguese leader in the city.

Just outside the city, the fire was concentrated on the attack, and he reacted quickly, and immediately smeared oil on the soles of his feet, which could not hurt him in the slightest.

Seeing the chief's question, Rico José grinned, revealing snow-white teeth, which were maintained with Chinese green salt, and were very white.

He beckoned, "Bring me a captive!" ”

So, everyone saw the golden retriever grabbing a living Mughal prisoner by the battlements, and shouted, "Bah! ”

attracted everyone's attention, and saw the golden retriever holding a dagger in his hand and grinding it on the prisoner's neck!

Blood burst out, and the Golden Retriever threw the captives down the city like a bag of garbage!

Countless pairs of eyes on and off the city were stunned!

Rico José, who grew up under the flag of the Southeast, is an out-and-out egg man, and the assimilation policy of the Southeastern Country has done very well, he speaks Portuguese and stammers, and when he speaks Chinese, he is simply a native of China, and he cannot hear the slightest foreign sound.

This is the answer of the Portuguese!

Even the moody Imad Ahmed inhaled deeply and spewed heavily, turning to his lieutenant Merzoug and asking, "How are they prepared?" ”

Merzug was a middle-aged bald man, burly and fierce, but if you thought he was a rough man, you would underestimate him, in addition to being able to fight, he was also in charge of logistics, and he couldn't nibble on this kind of business without two brushes.

He said respectfully, "All ready, waiting for your orders!" ”

"Exploded it!" Imad Ahmed shouted angrily, he was really angry.

The soldier's death is not a pity, his face is important.

In the middle of the night, there was a loud "boom", and the faces of Cabot and Ankang in the city changed, and they felt that the city wall trembled, as if they were on a sea ship, and they almost couldn't stand firm.

In an instant, earth and rocks splashed not far from the eastern city wall, and a large puff of white smoke rushed up and flew straight into the sky.

The smoke of gunfire soared rapidly, and soon half of the city wall was shrouded in gunsmoke, and nothing could be seen.

The screams in the distance were soon heard, and Cabot looked into the distance, about two hundred paces away, the Mughal military camp was filled with gunsmoke, and in the vast fog, many people were holding their heads and running around, and the horses were panicked, and a large number of horses galloped wildly.

Cabot smiled and said, "They wanted to blow up the city, but they didn't succeed!" ”

Outside the city, the Mughal army retreated like a tidal wave.