At this time, Rosalind and Marthaltini had successfully escaped back to their respective kingdoms. Although they all strictly blocked the news and did not allow anyone to spread the news in the territory of the Yarkand Khanate, the Ottomans [***] team was obviously an exception. They all knew that Rosalind and Mathatini had suffered at the hands of the White Army.

Ann Naid immediately sent someone to ask Mathatini about the situation of the White Army. As a result, Marthatini's reply was vague and vague in many details. The description of the white-clothed army is even more confusing. The battle in the Flaming Mountains section was even skipped. Without this paragraph, I am afraid that only the true God knows how Mathatini failed.

"This slut!"

Ann Naider scolded smugly.

Marthatini's reaction made Ann Naider feel very unhappy.

He was not stupid, and naturally understood that Mathatini was perfunctory to herself. It is estimated that her failure made her feel very faceless, so she deliberately ignored the specific battle experience. However, on the Ottoman side, what was needed was a detailed battle story, not such a foolish article. In Mashatini's reply, there was almost no mention of the White Army, which was simply too bastard.

"I'll ask!" Mahmud said slowly.

He went out in person to find out the situation from Mashatini. In the face of this powerful veteran, Masadini no longer dared to hide anything, so she had to tell the story of the defeat in general. Still, she was vague about the details of the battle at Flaming Mountain. Women, unless the knife is added to the neck, otherwise, they will definitely die to face the sin.

Fortunately, she provided almost all the information that Mahmud needed to know. As a veteran of the battlefield, Mahmoud is sensitive to realize that the white army is really not so easy to deal with. The weapons and equipment of the white-clothed army are obviously very advanced, and they are definitely not as shabby as they appear on the outside. These damn Han people, all of them are so cunning!

However, Mahmud is not very jealous of the white-clothed army. After all, the combat effectiveness of the 30,000 Sultan soldiers he brought was also very strong. Even if you can't wipe out all the white-clothed troops, at least you can get a tie. If the plan is good, it is not impossible to let the white-clothed army suffer a dark loss. On the battlefield, who is sure of victory?

"See you on the battlefield!" Mahmud said in a low tone.

"These damn white-clad soldiers!" Ann Nend was stupid about to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything. Everything, let's see the real chapter on the battlefield.

…… The time for the decisive battle is fast approaching.

That morning, the sky was gray and the sun had not appeared.

As if he had already learned that the battle that was about to start would be very bloody and cruel, the kind Sun Father-in-law did not want to see all this, so he had to hide it. The clouds were thick and layered, as if it were going to rain. However, it is still October, and it is impossible for snow to fall so early. As for the rain, that's pure. Tirik is a hellish place, and it is estimated that it has not rained a single day in decades.

In the open field outside Tirik, the Ottomans [***] and the White Coats were ready for battle. The preparation of the white army is a little simpler, a circular defensive position. Outside the position, there were mainly trenches. In the middle of the position, there is a mortar position. The flag of the white-clothed army fluttered in the wind in the center of the position.

If you look down from the sky, the defensive position of the white-clothed army is actually relatively narrow. The bullets of the Han-style rifle can fly from one side to the other side without landing. However, if you look closely, you will find that there are as many as three defensive trenches of the white-clothed army. This means that the in-depth defense line of the white-clothed army has been formed.

On the side of the Ottoman Emperor [***] team, the momentum is big, and it is indescribable with a mighty force. Mahmud obviously did not hide his secrets, did not leave too many back-ups, he put all his infantry on the table. A large number of the Sultan's own soldiers pressed the battle in front, and a large number of fanatics were behind, as many as more than 100,000 people. All kinds of flags, intertwined into a sea of colors. Among them, the number of green flags is the largest.

Xu Xingxia and the others looked through the binoculars, and the Ottoman Emperor [***] team was a real crowd of people, and there was no end in sight. Purely in terms of numbers, the white-clothed army is definitely compared. The Lion Cavalry troops dispatched by the white-clothed army were only more than 8,000 people, which was estimated to be less than one-tenth of the opponent's. Even if Xu Xingxia's chaser troops are added, it is at most one-tenth of the opponent's. This ratio is indeed a bit disparity.

For the time being, the Ottoman Mamluk cavalry was not seen. However, on the side of the white-clothed army, no one dares to take it lightly. The information provided by Song Bingshu shows that the Ottoman Empire has cavalry to help. Moreover, the number of cavalry was quite small, at least 10,000 people. Even, a considerable part of them were brave and warlike Mamluk cavalry.

Xu Xingxia estimated that the Mamluk cavalry of the Ottoman Empire would definitely appear on the battlefield. In this flat and empty field, the cavalry is the real master. Even if the infantry is victorious, if it encounters a surprise attack by cavalry, it will be defeated. Since Mahmud is a veteran of the battlefield, he must be very skilled in the use of cavalry. He will definitely let the cavalry launch a surprise attack at the most opportune time.

To be honest, Xu Xingxia's heart is full of fighting spirit. Because, here, the white-clothed army not only encountered the elite Sultan's personal soldiers, but also encountered the famous Mamluk cavalry. The former is just that, but the latter is quite difficult to deal with. You must know that the latter is an existence that can make the Mongolian iron horsemen in the past not return. In that area of Egypt, the combat effectiveness of the Mamluk cavalry is definitely not a joke.

The earliest Mamluk cavalry was actually formed by the Arab Empire, and its main area of activity was around the Nile River in Egypt. Later, the rise of the Ottoman Empire, gradually replacing the Arab Empire, infiltrated the Egyptian area, and part of the Mamluk cavalry surrendered to the Ottoman Empire and became part of the Ottoman cellar army.

In general, the Mamluk cavalry was also known as the Arab slave cavalry. Like the Sultan's own soldiers, they were trained as young slaves. Their training was even more ruthless and cruel than that of the Sultan's own soldiers. Of the three young slaves who were trained, only one of them would eventually become a true Mamluk cavalryman. The Mamluk cavalry trained in this way was indeed very strong in combat and loyal.

For hundreds of years after the birth of the Mamluk cavalry, they were one of the most powerful military forces around Egypt. No matter how the political situation changes, they will always stand. They were still present until Napoleon's attack on Egypt. Even, after the defeat, some Arab slave cavalry defected to Napoleon and became Napoleon's personal guards. It was not until after the twentieth century that they disappeared completely.

"My lord, the enemy has artillery!" Song Bingshu said in a low voice.

"Well, I noticed, it's a lot." Xu Xingxia said calmly.

The Ottomans [***] were determined to make a big move this time, and they even pulled over the bulky cannons. A rough estimate of the number is probably about fifty. However, all the guns they pulled over were small and medium-caliber guns with a caliber of about seventy or eighty millimeters. The firing range of this kind of artillery is generally only about five or six hundred meters, and no matter how far it is, it will not be able to catch it. After all, it is somewhat difficult to drag a large-caliber artillery weighing several thousand pounds.

Xu Xingxia felt the binoculars, carefully looked at the ranks of those fanatics, and slowly swept over the faces of those fanatics. He was a little worried that the Sultan's own soldiers would be mixed in with the ranks of the fanatics and play the role of the backbone of the fighting. After a careful search, it didn't feel like it. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If Mahmud mixed the Sultan's own soldiers with the fanatics and acted as the backbone of the battle, this part of the Sultan's personal soldiers would definitely be dead.

It is different from the fanatics encountered in the Turpan area before. These fanatics in front of him have all changed their costumes. In the hands of every fanatic, he is equipped with the most advanced Rumi guns. Some of the fanatics were also carrying scimitars behind them. The team of the Zealots Musketeers is very tight, and this is to take advantage of the shooting advantages of the Lumi Guns. However, for the mortars of the White Army, this is the most suitable target for shelling.

"The main target of your artillery is the enemy's Sultan's own soldiers, and no one else cares. If the enemy's Sultan does not show up, you cannot open fire. Xu Xingxia put down the binoculars and said to Zhou Weihong seriously.

Zhou Weihong definitely came prepared this time. The mortar brigades of the Leopard Cavalry and the Mastiff Cavalry were temporarily transferred and handed over to him to command. Three mortar brigades, a full 375 mortars, this is a force that destroys the world. With the rate of mortar fire, in a minute, six or seven thousand shells could rain down on the ranks of the Sultan's own soldiers, enough for them to drink a pot.

According to Song Bingshu's analysis, this time, Mahmud should have concentrated all the military forces of the Ottoman Empire in the three countries in the Western Regions. After all, the Ottoman Empire was far away from the three Western Regions, and it was impossible to deploy troops quickly and agilely. Reinforcements from the Ottoman Empire, arriving from Baghdad and other places, will take at least half a year. Therefore, this battle will be seriously related to the future of the three countries in the Western Regions. Whoever wins, will be the master of the Three Kingdoms of the Western Regions.

No matter how experienced Mahmud was and how battle-hardened, if he didn't have 30,000 Sultan's own soldiers as his foundation, he would not dare to continue to fight with the white-clothed army no matter what. It's hard for a good woman to cook without rice! In fact, once the 30,000 Sultan's own soldiers were defeated, Mahmud had no choice but to temporarily retreat to Safavid territory. This means that the three countries of the Western Regions are completely under the attack of the white-clothed army. Mashatini and others could no longer receive direct assistance from the Ottoman Empire.

"Woooooo

The low trumpet came slowly.

This is the Ottoman [***] team is going to take the lead in the main attack.

In other words, their number is indeed large, and there is no problem with the main attack.

The commander of the front line was none other than the young and vigorous Annaid. He didn't feel the slightest danger in the position of the white-clothed army. On the contrary, he felt that it was a good opportunity. Perhaps, the white army can be defeated at one time. He pointed the scimitar in his hand forward, and a large number of fanatics swarmed like a tidal wave.

Obviously, Mahmoud wanted fanatics to act as cannon fodder. He needs to deduce the combat effectiveness of the White Coats by the blows suffered by the fanatics. The loss of a fanatic, he will not take to heart. As long as his 30,000 Sultan's own soldiers can establish meritorious deeds, even if all the fanatics die, it is completely worth it.

"Fire!"

Gao Yigong categorically ordered.

The White Coats were not afraid to expose the secrets of the Han-style rifle.

As for the secret of the grenade, it is dispensable, depending on the situation.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Fierce gunfire rang out incessantly.

The originally quiet outskirts of Tirik suddenly became unusually noisy.

The fanatics who were advancing on foot were shot by Han-style rifles and fell in pieces. The blood, sprinkled in the dry sand, was quickly absorbed cleanly, leaving no trace. The gray robe on the fanatic was painted with blood. The air was gradually filled with a strong smell of blood, which was suffocating.

The soldiers of the white-clothed army, all standing behind the trench, calmly opened fire. They skillfully pulled the bolt and fired bullets one after another. At this time, the fanatics team had no chance to fight back, and they were as easy as if they were on the training ground.

In the face of the new musket, the human body is undoubtedly the most vulnerable. The lethality of a bullet that rotates forward is unquestionable. Even if you are three or four hundred meters away, you can only die if you are shot by a Han-style rifle.

"Damn it!"

Mahmoud soon sensed that something was wrong.

"Fire!"

After a moment of silence, Mahmud had to give the order in advance.

Originally, he was going to leave the artillery fire for the Sultan's own soldiers. Only true warriors are worthy to attack and advance under the cover of artillery fire. However, the number of casualties among the fanatics is simply too many. Mahmud estimated that without the support of artillery fire, they would have had no chance to get close to the white-clothed army, and they would have all died. That wasn't his intention.

His original intention was to ask the fanatics to rush forward and fight with the white-clothed army, first consuming a part of the white-clothed army's living strength. Even if ten fanatics are exchanged for one life of the white army, so many fanatics can make the white army suffer heavy losses. When the time comes, the Sultan will send out his own troops and pick up the bargain. However, judging from the current situation, it seems to be a bit off. Many of the fanatics died, but the white-clad army was unscathed.

(To be continued)