More than 9,000 Persians lined up in fifteen neat squares, each with 600 men, armed with muskets and spears, marching in orderly steps, like fifteen moving walls, pressed up against the trenches of the Ming army.

"Muskets fire freely!" Lee Lai Heng yelled.

The Persian shelling had stopped, and the Persian spearmen in the front row were pressed up with a large black force, holding spears, as if they had the posture of swallowing this Ming army in one bite.

In fact, there was no need for Li Laiheng to roar, all the musketeers had already stretched out their muskets with good bayonets and aimed them at the Persian army that pressed up. Tongues of fire erupted from the trenches, guns roared, gunsmoke filled the air, more than 3,000 mini rifles exerted great power, and after a row of gunfire, the neat Persian walls fell down in unison.

The musketeer who fired the bullet immediately turned around, crouched in the trench, and took out the paper shell to order the mini round, because the bullet caliber is smaller than the muzzle, it can be easily stuffed into the chamber of the gun, and it is compacted with a light push of the whole strip. The musketeer took out the primer again, poured the primer into the pot, and closed the lid of the pot. It takes only ten seconds to complete this series of reloads. The musketeers, who had finished loading, stretched out their muskets again and aimed them at the Persians, and a row of gunfire rang out, and the Persians were splattered with blood and screams, and a large piece fell like a peeled onion.

The crowd was very dense, forming a wall of people, and the Mini bullets fired had no chance to miss at all, and a row of guns passed, and blood splashed in the crowd, and screams were repeated. The charging spearmen continued to hold their spears and charge with their heads despite the huge casualties, and the Persian musketeers behind them counterattacked several rounds of bullets with the smoothbore guns in their hands, but the extremely poor accuracy of the smoothbore guns did not cause any damage to the Ming troops hiding in the trenches, and the most accurate bullets were only swept over the heads of the Ming troops.

All kinds of gunshots, shouts, and screams were mixed together, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami. But the Persians did not stop advancing, they still walked in order, step by step. The people in front fell in one piece, and the people behind continued to replenish and push forward.

The Persians soon rushed to a distance of only thirty paces from the Ming trenches, and with one more charge, they could rush into the Ming trenches.

"Bomb dropping!" Li Laiheng shouted.

The Ming troops in the trenches took out the grenades on their waists, pulled the strings, and shook them hard, and three thousand grenades swirled, flew out with green smoke, and landed in the middle of the Persian crowd.

"Damn the Mongols, throw iron lumps!" A Persian spearman was struck in the nose with a grenade, and felt only a pain for a while, but it was not fatal. A second grenade flew over, and the Persian spearman flicked the spear at the grenade and slammed it to the ground.

The Persian knife players in the back also picked up their shields and blocked the grenades.

But then, to the astonishment of the Persians, the iron lumps that fell to the ground burst into flames, and there was an earth-shattering sound under their feet, and the grenades exploded, like a hurricane blowing through the fence wall, and the rushing waves of air with shrapnel swept the Persian spearmen in front of them, and they all fell down with screams, and in the blink of an eye, the spearmen who rushed to the front were almost swept away.

The Ming army then threw a second row of grenades and a third row of grenades.

The blood of the Persians in front of the battle spurted into the air like a spring, and with the sound of explosions and fire, the hordes of Persian spearmen were blown to the ground and fell one by one with convulsions.

"Ready, bayonets to crush the musketeers of the Persians!" Li Laiheng pulled out his revolver, pointed ahead and shouted.

As long as the Persians are cleared of their spearmen, their own riflemen with bayonets will be able to rush into the formation of the Persian musketeers and take them over with their bayonets. The speed of the bayonet was much faster than that of the front-loading gun, and the Persian musketeers were not equipped with bayonets, so they suffered greatly in hand-to-hand combat.

The grenades exploded in four rows in a row, and each Ming rifleman threw all the four grenades hanging from his waist, and there was not much left of the Persian spearmen in front of the formation.

"Rush!" Li Laiheng was the first to jump up and roared.

The officers drew their pistols one after another, followed Li Laiheng, and rushed towards the remaining Persian spearmen. The pistols spewed fire one after another, and the few remaining spearmen were swept away by the autumn wind of the Ming army officers, and all of them were knocked down with pistols. The Mongol Galdan also jumped up, armed with a pistol in one hand and a scimitar in the other, and led his officers to kill the Persians.

The riflemen in the back jumped out of the trenches and struck at the Persians with bayonets.

The Persian musketeers were still reloading, and the cold opponent had rushed to him, and dozens of Ming soldiers with grenades in their hands threw grenades, which accurately landed in the middle of the Persian musketeers crowd, exploding a ball of fireballs, and many Persians screamed, and were blown up to the point of flesh and blood, and the formation was also blown into chaos.

In the blink of an eye, the Ming army had entered the crowd of Persian musketeers. The Ming musketeers with bayonets in their hands and the Persian musketeers without bayonets in their hands were simply a one-sided massacre.

"Defeated, run away!" The Persians, who had been defeated, dropped their muskets one after another, turned and ran.

The Ming army, armed with rifles with good bayonets, pursued closely behind, and when they caught up with a Persian, they pierced them from behind with a bayonet and knocked them over the edge of the position. The Ming army pursued until they saw the Persian cavalry rushing over, so they retreated to the trenches and withdrew to their own fortifications with more than 500 prisoners.

This round of attacks by the Persians ended in a crushing defeat, with more than 3,000 killed and wounded of more than 9,000 people, almost 2,000 pikemen lost, nearly 1,000 musketeers killed and wounded, and more than 500 captured.

The Ming army won a complete victory and returned to the barracks.

Li Guangdi told Li Laiheng: "Our enemies today are mainly the Mughal Empire, and the future enemies are the Rakshasas and the Ottoman Empire. Now that we have bargaining chips, send someone to send them a letter and we can negotiate terms with them. ”

A Ming cavalryman rode his horse to the outside of the Persian camp and shot a letter.

The Persian soldiers picked up the letter and went back to report to Hussein: "Your Royal Highness, the Ming army has shot another letter. ”

Hussein opened the letter and saw that it read: We have no intention of being enemies of your country, and the Rakshasas and the Ottoman Empire are our common enemies. If His Majesty the King wishes, we can negotiate peace, and in the future, I am willing to assist your country to jointly resist the enemy's army, and I hope that the friendship between our two countries will last forever.

The letter also stated that the 500 captives were well treated in the Ming army barracks, that their lives were not in danger, and that the captives could be put back as long as Hussein was willing to negotiate peace.

At the same time, the Ming army also proposed that it could trade with Persia, and exchange goods such as ceramics, silk and tea for Persian camels, cattle and sheep, and furs, as well as a kind of fierce fire oil flowing from the ground, and the Ming Dynasty intended to go to Persia to mine the underground oil.