Chapter 723: The Sorrow of the Ottoman

The Arabian Sea.

On the sea surface.

A storm had just passed.

A fleet of over a hundred warships had been scattered by the storm.

"Assemble!"

"Notify all ship captains, assemble!"

This massive Ottoman Empire army had been sailing on the sea for several months!

Erdogan looked at these flustered people with a cold face and asked coldly, "How much longer until we reach Mumbai Port? Is there any other news from Mumbai?"

A group of generals looked at each other.

Someone said, "Your Highness, it will be about two days. As for... the situation at Mumbai Port, we do not know!"

In this era, the fastest way to spread information was by carrier pigeon! But they were on warships, and these pigeons could not find them no matter where they went!

Therefore.

As they sailed on the sea at this moment, they were completely in the dark, with no information coming through.

"Useless! A bunch of useless people!"

Erdogan roared, "Without other information, how are we to land, how are we to land!"

A general nearby said, "Your Highness, the combat effectiveness of the Maratha is still worth trusting. I think Mumbai Port should still be in their hands!"

"Should?"

Erdogan glared with rage, "I want exact news, not 'should', not 'should'!"

"This..."

At this moment, the losses caused by the storm over the past two days had been tallied. Out of an army of three hundred thousand and one hundred warships, five ships and fifteen thousand troops had been lost!

"Your Highness, for the sake of safety, why don't we land in sequence..."

Someone suggested.

They had not had news from this continent for several months.

"Good!"

Erdogan nodded.

But for some reason, he felt his right eyelid twitching incessantly.

This terrible chaotic war in Central Asia!

He had not expected that just by clearing out those descendants of the Arab, so many things would happen.

Longyan Dynasty...

Longyan Dynasty!

If not for the fact that the Ottoman Empire had recently encountered the Battle of Vienna in Europe, leading various European countries to start dealing with the Ottoman control of land trade routes, if not for the Empire losing three hundred thousand troops at Vienna... if not for... that damned, useless Grand Vizier Mustafa! He had kept refusing to launch an all-out attack, failing to even take Vienna, which had only fifteen thousand defenders...

Three hundred thousand troops, actually unable to defeat the less than eighty thousand of the Germany and Eastern Europe allied forces!

If not for these overwhelming troubles!

Erdogan would certainly make the Longyan Dynasty's army regret coming to Central Asia!

"Useless, all a bunch of useless people!"

Erdogan roared.

The powerful Ottoman Empire was now facing threats from Europe! For over three hundred years, the Ottoman had never suffered such great humiliation! This grudge, this time, he would settle it with the Longyan Dynasty and the war situation in Central Asia!

He wanted to let his father see that he was the Empire's most perfect successor!

Three hundred thousand troops!

His three hundred thousand troops were about to become the kingly existence dominating the entire Central Asian battlefield!

What Mumbai Port?

What Mughal?

What Putu Kingdom, all of them would have to bow down and submit under the hooves of their powerful Ottoman Empire's Sipahi Cavalry!

This time.

He was extremely confident!

The Ottoman Empire would only continue to be glorious in his hands! He would plant the crescent flag of the Ottoman Empire everywhere in the world!

"Ottoman..."

Zhai Shiqing's troops were already beginning to clear the battlefield at this time.

Tragic.

Extremely tragic.

In the Gujelate Battle, the number of dead reached as many as one hundred and thirty thousand! A death toll of this scale could be recorded in the history books throughout Central Asia. The piles of human corpses were soon set ablaze in the night.

If not burned, it would easily lead to a plague.

"Congratulations, General Zhai!"

"General Zhai, this time, you have the first merit!"

"General Zhai, a toast to you!"

That night, the generals of the Six-Nation Allied Forces were all exceptionally excited.

Taking Gujelate and eliminating the Maratha meant that taking Mumbai Port was only a matter of time for them.

"Gentlemen, there is no need to be so optimistic."

Zhai Shiqing smiled faintly, "In this great battle, our losses were not small either. Now we only have seventy thousand combat personnel left. Gentlemen, that Ottoman Empire navy is three hundred thousand strong! Even if we occupy Mumbai Port, can we withstand their attack?"

"This..."

"Ah..."

In an instant, everyone was stunned by the question.

Three hundred thousand...

This was a number that induced despair! And this was the incomparably powerful Ottoman Empire army that had swept across Europe and Asia!

Originally, the happy atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.

Zhai Shiqing continued to smile: "The Ottoman army is not invincible! I wonder if you generals know of the recent Battle of Vienna?"

This question left everyone bewildered once again.

Coming from their countries, how could they know about things happening in Europe? What they did not know was that the intelligence system of Liangzhou had long since extended its reach to every corner of the globe.

Zhai Shiqing had received all the intelligence regarding the Battle of Vienna several days ago.

The powerful Ottoman Empire had been defeated!

This mighty Empire, which had not tasted defeat for over three hundred years, had finally been defeated at the hands of the Europeans!

The power of the Sipahi Cavalry, which had once struck terror into the hearts of all, was now a thing of the past.

The Polish Winged Hussars, the most powerful cavalry to emerge during the transition between cold weapons and firearms, had thoroughly crushed the pride of the Ottoman Empire.

Therefore.

Zhai Shiqing could draw a conclusion.

Although the Ottoman Empire had learned advanced tactics and strategies from Europe, their weapons and armaments could no longer keep up with this era. In particular, the tactics of the Sipahi Cavalry were still those of the medieval period; the dire economic situation had caused many Sipahi to lose their ancestral armor and land, reducing them to nothing more than Light Cavalry. When facing the elite European armies performing wall-style charges, they were not only tactically backward, but their equipment and horses were also vastly inferior. The Winged Hussar and firearms became the entities that buried this powerful Empire.

As for the Cannon used for sieges, the Ottoman Empire only possessed light cannons and lacked heavy cannons, forcing them to break cities by digging tunnels and using explosives.

If the three hundred thousand naval troops and Warship were to attack Mumbai Port with their full strength, their army of seventy thousand would absolutely be unable to stop them.

So.

At this moment, Zhai Shiqing had a bold idea.

Abandon Mumbai Port, hold Gujarat at all costs, and wait for reinforcements to arrive!

Once this idea was voiced.

Everyone in the room jumped up as if they had gone mad.