The two Indian soldiers watched as the shotgun in the hemp man's hand erupted into flames, shooting a cloud of steel slag into his chest.

The massage of steel slag flying at great speed turned into a circular killing circle more than a meter wide in the air. The two soldiers were almost evenly divided between the steel slag, one in the left and the other in the right. The body parts of the two people who were hit spewed out countless blood mist in an instant, and the red and white became blurred.

The two Indian soldiers fell to the ground screaming, staring in disbelief at the wound in their chest. Two people were injured in one shot, is this still a gun? The lethality of shotguns is beyond their comprehension.

In the blink of an eye, six of the seven Mughal soldiers in front of the Hemp Son had been defeated, and in the end, only one Indian soldier remained.

The five people, including Lynx and Hemp, looked at the last Indian soldier.

At this time, all the shotguns on the side of the five have been fired, and if the Indian soldier rushes over again, he will have to fight with a handcuff or a steel knife with a white blade.

The soldier was stunned in the mountains and forests for two seconds, but he did not have the courage to continue to charge, so he threw away the spear in his hand and fled back and forth.

"Thief!"

The lynx only felt that the ten taels of silver in his hand were gone, so he chased after him with two handguns.

Not only did the Indian soldiers on the hemp side begin to flee, but the Indian troops on the entire front were almost completely defeated.

The firepower of the shotgun is just too fierce.

At this time, 80,000 Indian soldiers and horses were scattered along the long road, and the number of soldiers in the unit distance was too small. The Yoshiji battalion and the samurai army, which charged from both sides of the road, turned the battle into a squad battle. And in this kind of squad battle of several people against several people, the power of the shotgun is fully reflected.

Li Laosi walked to the front of the battle line to observe the battle, and to his right was a group of samurai.

The two dozen warriors fired a shotgun, killing eighteen or nine Indian soldiers. The dozen or so Indian soldiers who were still alive knew that there was no way to escape, and came up with blood-red eyes to fight the samurai.

The samurai were also shrewd, with the samurai in the front row drawing their daggers and fighting the Indian soldiers, while the samurai in the back row reloaded their shotguns with all their might.

When the samurai behind him loaded his bullets, he yelled at the samurai in front of him. The samurai in front of him swung his sword to push back the enemy he was grappling with, and then rolled backwards away from the battle circle.

Taking advantage of this moment, the samurai behind "Boom!" "Boom!" The ground fired. Li Laosi saw that the last dozen or so Indian soldiers were shot one after another, their faces and bodies were beaten into flesh, and they let out a terrible scream.

An Indian soldier without a helmet was shot in the face, and the right half of his face was almost wiped out by the shotgun. All the skin on his face was knocked off, and his right ear was also completely knocked out, making it look blood-red and terrifying.

The Mughal soldiers were finally completely defeated, threw down their weapons and fled. Those samurai chased after them with a few shots.

At a distance of twenty meters, the shotgun has a greater scattering radius. The steel slag in the shotgun covered almost two meters and completely covered the backs of the Indian deserters. The deserters suddenly had blood on their backs, and after taking a few steps forward, they couldn't stand the cutting of the steel slag in the flesh and blood, and fell to the ground screaming.

Shotgun scattering is not enough to kill, but enough to render the enemy incapacitated. And losing combat effectiveness on the battlefield is no different from killing.

The prince of Punjab, who commanded the 80,000 pursuers, rode on a Persian horse and found that the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse.

The planned 80,000 men chasing 20,000 routed soldiers turned into 80,000 against 90,000 Ming ambushes. In fact, even against 90,000 ambush soldiers, these 80,000 people are not afraid at all. The level of white-knuckle combat of the Mughal Empire warriors was much higher than that of the Ming army's Yizi battalion, and in this dense forest, the only thing that could have been carried out was white-knuckle combat.

However, the Ming army on the opposite side sacrificed a shotgun.

The prince of Punjab turned pale because he found that all the Indian soldiers around him had been defeated. The Ming army's shotguns were like fire-breathing devils, killing and wounding Indian conquerors from Central Asia piece by piece. One by one, the tall Mughal warriors fell, and those who were still alive fled with their heads in their hands.

On the winding road surrounded by dense forests, the prince did not know how many of the 80,000 people were still alive. In his sight, he was left with only more than a hundred guards around him who had not collapsed.

He urged his horses and fled in and out of the road.

However, the more the prince ran forward, the more desperate he saw the scene.

It was not one or two places that were ambushed, but the entire army of 80,000 men. He fled all the way to the west, but all he saw were Ming shotgunners chasing down Indian soldiers. The Indian soldiers on the road fled in confusion. And the Ming soldiers frantically shot at the routs on the road.

He saw more than a dozen Ming soldiers standing on a large rock next to the road, holding shotguns and shooting at the routs on the road. And the Indian soldiers on the road have long abandoned their weapons and have no intention of resisting. The soldiers in the back stepped on the corpses of the soldiers in front of them and only fled desperately to the west.

Some Indian soldiers felt that they would not survive by walking the road, and fled to the mountains and forests on both sides of the road. At this time, everything is about survival, and they are no longer thinking about how to escape back into the army.

These 80,000 people can't be brought back at all.

The prince did not know how Humayun would punish him when he returned. Although the emperors of the Mughal Empire were descendants of Timur, the upper nobility were all Persians and Central Asians, and all the rules were based on Persian traditions. Would Humayun have killed himself and hung himself on the wall, as is customary in Persia?

He only felt cold hands and feet, and he felt like he couldn't control his mount when he was riding on a horse.

A group of warriors didn't know when they had been eyeing the Punjabi prince in gorgeous armor.

They rushed out of the woods, rushed to the side of the prince's guards with more than thirty shotguns, and fired angrily at them.

"Boom, boom!"

Those guards had long been terrified, and at this time, they were shot by these shotguns and suddenly collapsed. The guards abandoned their prince and fled into the forest, hoping to find a way out of the forest.

Under the panicked gaze of the Maharaja, three warriors rushed in front of him and shot at him with shotguns.

"Boom!"

The prince wore chain mail with steel plates. This chain mail was covered with large steel plates on the chest, belly, and thighs, enough to shield the shotgun from the steel slag. But no matter how good the steel armor is, there are places where it is exposed, such as the face on the front of the armor.

The Punjab royal palace only felt a chill on its face, and one eye was blinded by steel slag.

The sharp pain in his eyes made him unable to resist, and he curled up on his horse with his eyes covered.

A samurai put a shotgun under his left armpit and slammed the trigger.

That position was not protected by a steel plate, and the chain mail was immediately shattered by a shotgun. The left armpit of this Punjabi prince was pierced by the steel slag I don't know how many pieces, and the heart was cut into minced flesh by the steel slag in an instant. He widened his left eye, the only one that could still be opened, screamed, and fell off his tall mount.

There was a twitch on the ground, and he lost his life.