The long Persian horn sounded on the battlefield, and as the flag waved from the top of the hill, the Indian coalition forces due south received an iron-blooded order from Abbas II.

Fight out of the trenches!

One by one, the soldiers of the Indian coalition army became nervous, looking at the approaching steel chariots.

At this time, it is very risky to rush forward and fight, because as soon as you leave the trench, you will lose your cover, and you may have to shoot at the soldiers behind the opposing chariot in the open field. Of course, the Indian coalition had a hunch that there would be guns on the inside of the chariot aimed at this side, and they might be shot at by these cold guns when they rushed out.

But if they did not rush out, the soldiers of the Indian coalition army would be broken by the chariots that pressed them if they were in the trenches. The number of soldiers on one side of the trench was extremely small, and at most two soldiers on a meter wide, it was obvious that there was no chance of victory against the steel chariot with such a thickness.

Only by collectively attacking the chariots on the opposite side with all the soldiers in the south can an encirclement be formed and the six hundred chariots can be crushed by the superiority of troops. There were only 20,000 auxiliary soldiers behind the chariot, while the Indian coalition army had a full 170,000 soldiers due south, and with 170,000 surrounding 20,000, it seemed that the odds were very good.

Even if there are cold guns on the chariots, how many guns can there be in 600 chariots? Based on the Indian coalition's understanding of a rifle, firing a shot in twenty seconds is a high rate of fire. Even if there were ten guns on each tank, six hundred tanks would have six hundred guns. 170,000 men rushed to the chariot with full certainty of this firepower.

When the time comes, the powder keg will be stuffed under the chariot, and the chariot will be able to fly into the sky.

So after weighing the pros and cons, the officers of the Indian coalition forces due south understood the current situation and were all red-eyed.

These Central Asian nobles howled and brandished the world-famous Persian scimitars as they led their soldiers out of the trenches. For a time, more than 100,000 Central Asian soldiers rushed out of the entire battle line more than 20 miles to the south, holding all kinds of rifles and even gunpowder, and charged into the chariot group of the Tiger Ben Army.

Li Laosi held the binoculars and looked at the Indian coalition forces opposite and smiled.

Li Laosi had to admit that Abbas II, who commanded the Indian coalition forces, was a qualified commander. When the phalanx of infantry fighting vehicles was about to run over the trench, the commander abandoned the seemingly safe but fragile trench and began to attack the prince's most sophisticated new weapons with the most savage and effective methods.

But these Persians did not understand that an infantry fighting vehicle was not a simple armored vehicle. On the body of an infantry fighting vehicle, there were rear-loading guns.

There are also Gatling guns.

Li Laosi put down the binoculars.

From his point of view, he saw that in the distance to the south, hundreds of thousands of Persians rushed like a swarm of boundless ants to infantry fighting vehicles made of steel.

Shimazu Mitsuhisa shook his head and said, "These stupid people, they don't know anything about power. “

Li Laosi looked at Shimazu Mitsuhisa and was silent for a few seconds.

Then he couldn't help but laugh.

On the front of the battlefield, 600 infantry fighting vehicles faced the charge of more than 100,000 people, adjusting their positions in front and rear to form a semicircular phalanx. Wei Laoda and the other 20,000 auxiliary infantry were surrounded by chariots in the middle, and a firing formation was formed in the gap between the chariots.

Boss Wei lay on the ground and aimed his new rifle using metal cartridge casings at the dense Central Asian soldiers in front of him. However, before he could shoot, mud splattered on the grass in front of him, and two bullets hit him a meter in front of his head.

The Indian coalition soldiers who rushed up were not bare-handed, they all had rifles in their hands, and as they walked, they would suddenly stand still and shoot. Compared to the 20,000 Tiger troops behind the chariots, the Indian coalition army was much larger in number and much more dense in firepower.

Boss Wei was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to shoot at the dense enemy, but hid behind the infantry fighting vehicle.

With a chariot attached to his back, he secretly said that he could only rely on the chariot for now.

The distance between the two sides approached little by little, and the Indian coalition soldiers who rushed up like ants gradually approached the chariot circle where Boss Wei was.

The distance is four hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

The long-awaited sound of machine guns rang out violently.

"Dada-da-da!"

"Dada!"

As the first infantry fighting vehicles opened fire, all the Central Asian soldiers who were approaching from the right side of the infantry fighting vehicles in the vicinity opened fire. The sound of machine guns that should not have appeared in this era rang out in all directions of Boss Wei, and they converged into a deafening thunder. The voice was unimaginably penetrating, and it suddenly dominated the entire battlefield.

The barrel of the Gatling gun rotates at high speed, moving in a circle like a mixer. And above the rotating barrel, the flame from the muzzle of the gun kept squirting and trembling like a letter of a viper. The flames of the smokeless gunpowder bursting in the chamber of the gun illuminated the battlefield.

The hollowed-out metal shells crackled from under the barrel and scattered across the dirt, one hitting the other, clanging under the sound of machine gun fire.

Six hundred Gatling guns resembled six hundred fire-breathing monsters, raining down bullets at the Persian, Ottoman, and Indian soldiers who surrounded them.

Wherever the machine guns were pointed, the soldiers of the Indian coalition fell to the ground as if they had been named.

The accuracy of the Gatling gun was very limited. In fact, at a distance of 200 meters, Li Zhi's Gatling machine gun could not be aimed at all, and the bullets fired were almost scattered on a plane with an error of more than ten meters.

However, the reality was that the Indian soldiers came like a tidal wave, and the closer they got to this side, the denser it became, and the machine guns did not need to be aimed at all. As long as you hit the opposite crowd, a considerable part of the bullets will be fired at the Indian coalition soldiers without any suspense.

The soldiers of the Indian coalition were wearing Central Asian-style chain mail, which was quite good for defense. For the average soldier who uses a bow and arrow, there is no way to take this kind of chain mail from a distance of thirty meters.

But in the face of large-caliber Gatling guns, these chain mails were as fragile as papier-mâché.

As soon as the chain mail chain structures with a thickness of three or four millimeters met a machine gun bullet of 9.6 millimeters, they were immediately pierced mercilessly, breaking into broken wires. The bullet then continued down, shredding the animal skin armor beneath the chain mail and piercing into the flesh of the Central Asian soldiers.

Blood splattered like a worthless splash on the screaming and convulsing Indian soldiers. Where the Gatling guns fired, the Indian soldiers fell to the ground one by one.

The width of the battlefield surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Indian coalition soldiers was very wide, but when it came to the vicinity of the infantry fighting vehicles, the encirclement was relatively small. On this small encirclement, 600 machine guns are like 600 Grim Reapers, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the Indian coalition forces.

On the hill, the nobles of Ottoman, Persia and India opened their mouths wide one by one when they saw the scene in the south.

What's that fire-breathing spinning firearm? When did such a weapon appear in the world? What is such a continuous rate of fire?

Abbas II's eyes turned blood-red, his otherwise calm face was suddenly filled with panic, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.