The genius was so bright that Hajim, who was holding a horse and leaning on a spear, stood under the closed city gate of Patt, and nervously clasped the pointed helmet tied with white cloth to his head.

The only four hundred remaining horsemen in the city lined up silently behind him. Those with helmets tied white cloth strips on their helmets, while those without helmets wrapped a white turban on their heads. As for the streets and alleys further away, the people who had no time to escape helped the elderly and the young, while the elderly were holding wooden sticks or holding kitchen knives, staring at their backs numbly.

The air was filled with thick fog, which was indeed a day suitable for raids - as long as they could approach the enemy quietly, their charge would bring deaths and injuries to the Mughal left-behind army.

But today is also not suitable for raids, because the thick fog also makes them unable to see the Ganges in the north. It is like a fairyland in the clouds that makes them afraid to be sure whether the letters from last night were real scenes or just a dream.

No one knows whether the reinforcements on the Ganges bank after the bloody battle will arrive as scheduled.

But Hajim insisted on leaving the city, and there was not much time left for them. When the food was exhausted, no one could know what would happen in the city. He didn't want to be killed by his hungry subordinates. If he had the chance, anyone should choose to fight hard.

The pointed helmet fell down the outline of the iron nose guard in the middle of his vision. He turned over the horse, with his big eyes slightly raised and signaled to open the city gate.

Without feeling or farewell, the four hundred horsemen walked towards the battlefield in silence.

The fight began when Hajim's army crossed the first trench. It seemed that the well-trained Mughal besieged army remained alert for the elite soldiers no matter how long it had been. After discovering them, a roaming rider immediately charged with a semi-circular axe, which seemed like he was facing a four hundred squadron.

Three arrows hitting the heart guard from the front did not pose a threat to him. The real fatal injury was the spear that swept across his throat. The other side of the spear was held in Hajim's hand, and while cutting off a bunch of beards, his yelling came to an abrupt end.

The suddenly cut off roar could still penetrate the heavy fog on the battlefield. The Arab white horse that had lost its master stood up and neighed. The entire besieged camp seemed to have come alive, and the sound of horses, scolding, and weapons colliding came from all directions.

Logically, Hajim should have ordered a charge north at this time, but he did not rush over to the place where he heard the sound.

Very reckless, but also very effective.

The Mughal siege army was the one who was raided. Even though the thousand-year-olds in the army were cautious enough and had sentries left, most of the soldiers were still awake and had no time to wear armor when they were sleeping. They rushed into the fog with weapons, and were then killed by arrows shot from somewhere.

Hajim's sudden attack brought terrible chaos to the Mughal siege army. The thick fog encouraged their momentum. Dozens of cavalry rushed to the camp with spears and swords, and infantry took advantage of the situation to cut and kill.

They were not wearing shoes, but they ran very fast and were much better than the besieged army who had not yet woken up, and they won a lot in a short period of time.

However, after the Mughal Qiancheng organized a musket team, the situation suddenly reversed. When the gunfire flashed on the battlefield, the slave soldiers who had been tempted by the one-sided massacre discovered that their formation had long been dispersed to a mess.

At first, a group of scattered cities gathered more and more, forming battle formations, splitting and surrounding them, adding bullets and arrows... Most people were too late to run away at this time.

Only dozens of athletes who followed Hajim to the north and drilled through the camp at the beginning would have the chance to break through the encirclement.

The battle lasted for a while, and the cavalry led by Hajim swept across the camp like a gust of wind, smashing fire and destroying the camp, and rushing to kill the enemy. But when he broke out of the camp and turned around, there were only a dozen cavalry panting around him.

More infantry soldiers have barely formed formations in the rear and are fighting and retreating.

In fact, they couldn't be called formation. They were just defeated and rushed to the north, but they couldn't run out.

The Mughal cavalry rushed around them slowly like cats and mice, knocking over unarmed soldiers who had just gotten up from time to time, and using their spears to kill the soldiers who were still fighting stubbornly.

Hajim knew that this was the tactic of the Mughal cavalry. Their musketeers and archers were lined up behind the scenes, and two thousand-time men gathered together to slowly joke. In their eyes, the battle had been won.

"We have nothing, and we can have a salary."

Originally, Hajim just wanted to avenge his former master and went out of the city to kill many enemy troops. He had no worries anymore and his subordinates were almost completely lost. Even if there was a ship waiting for him on the Ganges, where else could he go?

He looked around and said, "Swear to be loyal to death."

But just when he wanted to rush towards the enemy again, they first saw that the enemy formation showed some riots for no reason. From the back formation to the front, there was a noise of large groups of people marching in several directions.

Then, there seemed to be swords, guns, swords and halberds protruding from the edge of the thick fog. They were countless Dongyu people. They were either wearing foreheads or wearing dome hats and helmets, and they were mostly bare-armed and held various weapons from all directions. They had a strong Dongyu army appearance, which was also easy for people to see their past military identity.

After the Battle of the Three-Eyed Guns of the Nanyang Military Prefecture, the Xuanwei Office of Myanmar was ruled. During the Mangyinglong era, tens of thousands of soldiers were left to lose their place of use. In addition to the recruitment of limited guards from each prefecture, a large number of defeated soldiers entered the temple that sprung up like mushrooms after the abbot entered Myanmar, becoming a Buddhist guardian temple.

The foreheads of these people are also plain and write to "Saving All living beings". They look like a group of bandits or farmers holding weapons. Their steps are extremely agile. They sing Buddha's name, Xuannamo Amitabha, and they break into the formation in order to confront the Mughal army.

The huge vibration came from behind Hajim.

At this moment, several teams of monks were holding up long banners and advancing from both sides of the more than ten cavalry. These people were different from the infantry who first joined the battlefield. Most of them were slandered, with their heads in plain foreheads, and the three-rowed squads walking in front were not covered with armor, wearing horizontal shoulders and brown robes, holding bird guns, and rockets. Among them, there were bare-square-burly men holding banners with the words "Guangxiao", "Liu Banyan", "Let the West", "Hai Zhuang" and other banners.

Following the followers, more monk soldiers were also ordained, each wearing a bare shoulder monk robe, carrying rosary beads, and a lined with iron armor and long sticks. There were also monk soldiers dressed in the same outfit, but they rode on the war horse and held a spear and raised the banners. There were various banners such as "Northern Shaoshi", "Southern Shaolin", and "Wutai".

The only difference is that they don’t wear a slut, wear purple crowns, indigo blue faces, and red cloth covering the top. They show their appearance as the guardian of the Dharma, and slowly press onto the battlefield.

Behind them is the source of heavy footsteps.
Chapter completed!