gnovel Chapter 194 Siege
Chapter 194 Siege
Seemingly having undergone rigorous training, Ambassinger merely waved his hand, causing the flags behind him to sway, and the three thousand spearmen marched forward.
The distance between each person was half a meter, enough to maneuver and use the spear, while also giving the enemy a sense of sufficient density.
When they reached a distance of 200 meters, the first three ranks of soldiers half-squatted down, planted one end of their spears in the ground, with the middle part just touching their legs, and used both hands to stabilize the spear shafts, with the spearheads just about to be aimed at the charging Mughal cavalry.
The three rows behind them also stood up, waiting for the cavalry to charge. The three rows of barricades in front of them were used to stab people.
Amir instantly guessed Ambassinger's tactics. No one would charge in that direction, because using cavalry to charge an infantry phalanx head-on would be suicidal, as the warhorses would be afraid.
However, he was already surrounded on three sides. If he didn't charge, he would die. If he charged, there might be a glimmer of hope for survival.
So he immediately gave the order.
"Raj, lead the charge! If you manage to return to the camp, I will definitely petition His Majesty for credit for your family!"
"Everyone else, follow behind me!"
As Amir gave the order, a cavalry commander behind him hesitated. He was at the forefront, but the chances of dying were too high, and he didn't want to die!
However, he quickly became determined.
Because he is not alone, seeking merit is another matter. The key is that if he does not rush today, it will be a violation of military orders, and his family, parents, wife and children will all be punished.
"Blindfold your horses and charge with me!"
"All your spoils and rewards, to all who have died, will be safely delivered to your families!"
Without hesitation, Raj shouted the order and rushed to the front, crouching down, ready to cover the wound at any moment. .
Covering up the charge is extremely risky and requires a very strong warrior; otherwise, the warhorse may go out of control and even collide with its own men.
Raj's family is a professional horse breeder and rider, and the five hundred men he led all belonged to the same family. This is why Amir ordered him to charge, because it is difficult for others to do this!
Amir quickly reorganized the formation, following Raj like an arrow, intending to break through from one point to the other.
As long as they can break through a gap, the cavalry can quickly escape to the northwest.
"Shoot an arrow!"
When he was fifty meters away from the infantry formation, Raj drew his bow and arrow and gave a loud order to the cavalry behind him.
As expected of someone from the same family, Junling reacted extremely quickly, firing almost at the same time as Raj.
Suddenly, five hundred arrows were launched from the west, and screams of agony erupted from the infantry formation as many fell to the ground.
Their simple iron breastplates could only protect the vital areas of the chest, not the arms, thighs, or head. If they were hit by a wolf-tooth arrow, their muscles would be torn apart instantly.
"kill!"
Seeing that the spear formation was in disarray, Raj immediately shouted and then tore off a piece of burlap to cover himself. Immediately tie a tight knot, then pull hard on the reins to prevent the warhorse from crashing into something else.
Of course, this action only needs to be done by the first hundred or so people. As for the ones behind, the warhorses can no longer see the spearheads, so they naturally won't dodge.
When the first ten cavalrymen crashed into the spears, the iron armor on their horses' chests was no match for the spears. The spearheads were pierced through, and the sounds of spearheads entering flesh and spear shafts exploding were deafening.
When a warhorse is in pain, it will stop moving immediately, and most of the cavalrymen on its back will be thrown off by the inertia and trampled to death by the horse's hooves. Some cavalrymen even rush into the formation and are riddled with holes.
Unfortunately, when the second rank of fifty warhorses charged forward, the entire spear formation was pushed aside by the first three ranks, leaving only six ranks of spears, which were instantly torn open with a large gap.
Amil became excited and immediately gave the order.
"Quick, quick, follow me and charge!"
"Those who want to die, stay!"
Amir had a thousand elite personal guards, and at this point he couldn't worry about much. These Hindus had undergone a complete transformation and were completely different from the obsequious people he usually saw.
Ambassinger was also furious; his carefully assembled spear formation had been breached by five hundred cavalrymen.
However, at this moment, he couldn't care less about anything else. How could he face the King of India, who was starving every day and still had to provide them with food supplies, if he let Amir, the commander, escape?
The order was given immediately!
"Make up for everything, think of your deceased family members, think of the wealth you have worked so hard to accumulate."
Ambassingh's words were very persuasive, and the soldiers, who had no armor but only blades and smelting hammers, rushed towards the breach one by one!
The Mughal cavalry, positioned on higher ground, killed the Mughal cavalrymen before they could even injure their horses. With a mournful scream, the cavalrymen fled, clutching their wounds.
Ambassinger didn't blame them; after all, most of them were farmers, blacksmiths, or even merchants just a month ago. Their courage to charge forward was commendable.
With a clang, Ambassinger drew his scimitar, then turned his horse around to face his most elite thousand cavalrymen.
"The King of India is fighting a bloody battle on the front lines, preferring to go hungry himself rather than let you go hungry. Today, we absolutely cannot let these Mughal devils escape."
"Long live the King of India! Hanuman is invincible!"
After saying this, Amba Singh put his hands together, covered the golden statue of Hanuman on his neck, and began to pray.
The other cavalrymen were the same; they all wore a monkey on their chests, made of either gold or silver.
This shows that they were all followers of Hanuman, and their pre-battle prayers were both a way to boost their morale and a desire for divine power.
After a dozen or so breaths, everyone opened their eyes and then simultaneously drew their sabers. On the horses' bellies, the movements were synchronized and uniform, urging the warhorses forward.
Ambassinger, with a hundred personal guards, charged ahead, acting as the spearhead against Amir and his thousand personal guards. He had no choice but to do so; if he didn't hurry and entangle Amir, he would escape!
Amir, who had just broken through the spear formation, saw Ambassinger leading his men towards him and revealed a contemptuous smile.
Being a cavalryman is a technical skill, and he didn't believe that these Hindus who only knew how to farm could learn it in a short time.
"Kill them all! Let them know what cavalry is all about!"
The two sides were only fifty meters apart when they clashed. They attacked each other with sabers, spears, and short hammers, and screams and the sound of weapons striking armor filled the air.
However, the scene Amir imagined—the enemy soldiers falling from their horses, the scene they had just witnessed—did not happen. Instead, more soldiers on their side fell.
Is there really such a thing as ghosts and gods?
Has Islam been defeated by Hinduism?
Thinking of this, Amir patted his face to clear his head, and then he realized what was going on!