Brightly lit with a bright light, Hajim stood under the closed gates of Bat, and apprehensively fastened his pointed helmet with white cloth to his head.

The remaining 400 horsemen in the city lined up silently behind him, those with helmets tied white strips of cloth to their helmets, those without helmets wrapped white turbans around their heads, and in the streets and alleys farther away, the people who had not had time to flee helped the old and the young, and the old men watched their backs numbly with sticks or kitchen knives.

With a thick fog in the air, this was indeed a good day to raid - as long as they could get close to the enemy quietly, their charge would bring casualties and confusion to the remaining Mughal defenders.

But today was no good day for a surprise attack, because the thick fog also made it impossible for them to see the Ganges in the north, and the situation in the clouds made them unsure whether last night's letter was a real scene or just a dream.

No one knows whether reinforcements from the banks of the Ganges will arrive as scheduled after the bloody battle.

But Hajim insisted on leaving the city, leaving them with little time, and no one could know what would happen in the city until the stock was exhausted, and he didn't want to be hacked to death by his starving men, and if there was a chance - anyone should choose to fight hard.

The silhouette of the iron nose guard fell in the middle of his eyes, and he turned on his horse, and with large eyes of uneasiness and fear, he raised slightly to open the city gate.

Without emotion or farewell, four hundred paces rode towards the battlefield with silent steps.

The battle began as soon as the Hajim crossed the first trench, and it seemed that the well-trained Mughal besieging army had remained alert for the rest of the day, and a wandering rider charged with a half-circle axe when he spotted them, as if he knew he was facing four hundred horsemen.

The three arrows that hit the goggle from the front were no threat to him, and the real fatal wound was the spear that swept through his throat, and the other side of the spear was in Hajim's hand, cutting off a bunch of beards and causing his shouting to stop abruptly.

The roar that had been cut off by the abrupt could still pierce the thick fog on the battlefield, and the entire besieging camp seemed to come to life with the neighing of the white Arabian horse that had lost its owner, and the sound of pulling horses, scolding, and clashing weapons could be heard from all directions.

It stands to reason that Hajim should have given the order to charge north, but he did not rush indiscriminately because his men were already shouting at the place where they heard the voice.

Particularly reckless, but also particularly effective.

Even if the Mughal besieging army was the one who was raided, even if the commanders were cautious enough to keep their sentinels, most of the soldiers were still awake from their sleep and did not have time to put on their armor, and rushed into the fog with their weapons, and were then killed by arrows fired from nowhere.

Hajim's surprise attack caused terrible confusion among the Mughal besieging army, fueled by a thick fog that fueled their momentum, with dozens of horsemen galloping left and right in the camp with spears and swords, and infantry slashing and slashing in all directions.

None of them wore shoes, but they ran fast and were much better than the besieging army that had not yet woken up, and they won a lot in a short time.

However, the situation was abruptly reversed when the Mughal Thousand Elders organized a musket team, and when the guns flashed on the battlefield, the slave soldiers, who had been tempted by the one-sided slaughter, realized that their formation had long since fallen apart.

At first, the besieging army, which was scattered in the sand, gathered more and more, formed battle formations, divided and surrounded them, and increased their guns and arrows...... For most people, it's too late to run at this time.

Only the dozens of horsemen who had followed Hajim north through the camp at the beginning had a chance to break out of the encirclement.

The battle lasted only a moment, and the cavalry led by Hajim swept through the camp like a gust of wind, destroying the village and charging the enemy, but when he turned around after he left the camp, there were only a dozen horsemen around him who were panting.

More infantry had barely formed in the rear, fighting and retreating.

In fact, it was not called a formation, they were just defeated, and they ran to the north in a swarm, and they couldn't get out.

The Mughal cavalry rushed around them slowly, like cats playing mice, occasionally knocking over unarmed soldiers who had just risen, and using their spears to pick at those who were still resisting.

Hajim knew that this was the tactic of the Mughal cavalry, and their musketeers and foot archers were lining up behind, and the two thousand elders gathered together to slowly pace their horses and laugh - in their eyes, the battle had been won.

"We have nothing left, cannibalism."

Originally, Hajim only wanted to avenge his old master, and he went out of the city to kill many enemy soldiers, but he had no more worries, and his subordinates were almost lost, even if there was a boat waiting for him on the Ganges, where could he go?

He looked around and said, "Swear allegiance." ”

But just as he wanted to rush towards the enemy again, the first thing they saw was that the enemy formation showed a slight commotion for no reason, affecting the front from the rear, followed by the noise of large groups of men and horses marching from several directions.

Then, there seemed to be swords, guns, swords, and halberds protruding from the edge of the dense fog, and it was an innumerable number of Donghu people, who wore foreheads or domed helmets, many of them were shirtless, and they came from all directions with various blades, and they had a strong appearance of the Donghu army, and it was also easy to see their past military status.

After the end of the battle of the three-eyed gun of the Nanyang Military Palace, Burma Xuanwei Division was divided into the government and ruled, and tens of thousands of soldiers were left to lose their use in the Mangyinglong era, in addition to the limited guards recruited by the provinces, a large number of defeated and down-and-out soldiers entered the temples that sprung up after the abbot entered Burma with the sky, and became the temple property of Buddhist guards.

These people's foreheads are also plain, and they look like a group of bandits or farmers with weapons, but they have the method of marching and being extremely vigorous, each chanting the Buddha's name, Xuannan has no Amitabha Buddha, and they break into the battle to fight the Mughal army in no particular order.

A huge shock came from behind Hajim.

At this moment, several groups of monks and soldiers are holding high banners from both sides of the more than ten horsemen, these people are different from the infantry who took the lead in joining the battlefield, most of them have shaved heads, their heads are tied with plain scarves, and several three-column horizontal teams walking in front do not wear a piece of armor, wearing brown robes with horizontal shoulders and holding bird guns and rockets, among which there are shirtless burly people holding high the banners with the words "Guangxiao", "Six Banyan Trees", "Xilai", "Haizhuang" and so on.

Followed by more monk squads with the same shaving, each wearing a shoulder monk's robe, carrying a rosary, lined with iron armor, holding an iron hoop and a long stick, and more monks dressed in the same attire but straddled the war horse with a spear on the side and holding a banner high, on which there were a variety of flags such as 'North Shaolin', 'South Shaolin', 'Wutai'.

The only difference is that they do not wear a scarf, they wear a purple crown, indigo paint, and a red cloth on their heads, showing the appearance of the Dharma Protector Garan Bodhisattva, and slowly pressing towards the battlefield.

After them, there is the source of heavy footsteps.

The war elephant wearing gold armor and carrying the golden lotus slowly moved forward, shaking slightly, the abbot of the West Shaolin Tianshi wore a purple robe on the bronze-welded diamond breastplate, and the Beiyang cavalry with the six-character mantra in his hand sat quietly on the lotus platform, holding the Buddha beads with one hand together, condescending to look at the tragic battle in front of him as if there was nothing, bowed his head and chanted the Buddha's name, and asked: "This donor, is there a Shamen Shizi in the city?" ”

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