Chapter 742: This Is the Dragon Flame

Erdogan knew.

This time, he had truly lost.

Lost completely and utterly.

The first time, he won. The second time, he won; the third time, the fourth time, he won them all.

But the fifth time, he lost.

The first four times, the opponent was still at ease. But this fifth time, he didn't even have a chance to retreat.

All of his troops and horses were completely surrounded, completely trapped.

Nowhere to escape!

The cavalrymen had completely lost their heads, and the War Horses beneath them had been terrified by these continuous explosions. At a time like this, daring to stay on horseback was simply suicidal. They jumped off one after another, but only after landing did they realize that the heavy armor on their bodies had become a burden.

Wanting to escape, they were quickly driven back by the highly mobile Liangzhou Cavalry.

The explosions continued.

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The explosions persisted.

Wanting to leave, they couldn't move.

Wanting to run, they couldn't get moving.

They had become living targets for these Liangzhou Artillery.

And the three thousand Artillery of the Liangzhou Cavalry were still throwing them.

The indiscriminate Hand Grenade bombardment created this human tragedy.

However.

This plain had thoroughly and completely become a living Hell. Whether it was the Sipahi Cavalry who had jumped off their horses or the Turkish Imperial Guard who had just joined the battle, one by one, they were all blown to pieces. Flying arms and legs, charred faces, and armor burned to a bright red.

Tragic.

Incomparably tragic.

The Lieutenants beside Erdogan all turned pale.

"Don't move!"

Erdogan was now in complete despair. The corpses had already begun to burn fiercely; do you know what kind of scale fifteen hundred thousand people is? Just looking at the visual effect, it was no less than a great mountain on fire! They just watched, wide-eyed, as all of this happened so suddenly.

This is war.

The one hundred and fifty thousand people on the other side were just being driven back and forth by the mounted Liangzhou Cavalry. Under the precise calculation of the drumbeats, not a single Liangzhou Cavalryman was accidentally injured!

"General!"

One hundred and fifty thousand!

In this battle, nearly one hundred and fifty thousand Ottoman soldiers lost their lives! There were some Scattered Soldiers left, along with logistics personnel. At most, there were only one hundred thousand combat personnel, but among them, there was no longer any cavalry.

The losses of the Imperial Guard were equally huge.

They just watched, wide-eyed, as the Ottoman army, which had held the upper hand in the four charges, became wandering souls amidst the explosives and fire.

However.

What Method did they have now?

He had not only lost this Central Asia battlefield, he was very likely to lose the internal struggle back home as well.

Although.

He was unwilling, but he had no Method left.

The three hundred thousand Ottoman troops, after a month and a half of sea travel, were beaten by Zhai Shiqing until they threw away their helmets and armor in less than three days. No, this wasn't just throwing away helmets and armor; it was almost the total annihilation of the entire army.

Erdogan knew.

He had lost.

He finally clenched his fists and roared in anger.

He could no longer care about the soldiers who were surrounded and being bombarded; the remaining one hundred and fifty thousand troops turned and fled toward Mumbai Port without looking back.

And Zhai Shiqing's side, naturally, did not forget to pursue.

If he didn't leave at this time, he would very likely lose his life here!

"Go!"

"Retreat!"

The Ottoman army at this moment had completely lost its will to fight, leaving only flight.

They could no longer care about the remaining Maratha.

Three days later, of the three hundred thousand Ottoman troops, only eighty thousand remained.

The light, fast, and highly mobile Liangzhou Cavalry displayed their advantages at this time.

Kill.

Killing day and night.

Great victory at Mumbai.

This was a battle that would be recorded in history.

This was a battle of a pack of wolves devouring a group of tigers.

The Warships at Mumbai Port—they only had time to sail away twenty of them; in the end, the Warships that could only hold three thousand people were forced to squeeze in four thousand.

The remaining Warships were all captured by Zhai Shiqing's side.

A great victory.

In short.

Mumbai Port had completely fallen into the hands of the Six-Nation Allied Forces.

The war situation in Central Asia has undergone a drastic change once again.

This is also the most important great victory in the Central Asian war.

The Ottoman Empire, this once-colossal behemoth, was finally crushed to death by this last straw. From this moment on, the Ottoman Empire began its complete descent toward its end.

I wonder if Erdogan, while fleeing back to Aisman in such a sorry state, will regret having purged those descendants of the Arab Empire when he was full of arrogance, and if he will regret having slaughtered the entire family of Mire, leaving not a single bloodline behind.

The battle has only just begun!

The three hundred thousand-strong Ottoman army has only just arrived! I exerted all my strength to come here to rendezvous with you, and you tell me you've left? You were beaten and forced to leave? What do you expect me to do?

All of a sudden, he panicked.

First of all.

Bukhara Khan Aziz, who was still rushing on the road, was dumbfounded.

What the hell is this?

The one hundred thousand-strong army of the Putu Kingdom is departing at the same time! They are expected to arrive in a dozen days or so!

Aziz immediately vomited blood.

After Zhai Shiqing captured Mumbai Port, he immediately reorganized his troops, rendezvoused with the remnants of Aurangzeb's forces fleeing in this direction, successfully obtained an army of two hundred thousand, and set off for Bukhara once again!

Should he advance, or should he retreat?

Just at this moment, news came from the homeland.

The fifty thousand-strong army from the Caspian Sea side is driving straight toward the capital, Bukhara!

At this time, he no longer had the opportunity to hesitate.

The three hundred thousand-strong army seems a bit thin at this moment, but going back to fight the fifty thousand troops led by Zou Sheng would still be effortless.

However.

Aziz panicked even more.

Retreat!

Go back and defend the home base!

Zou Sheng chose to attack the city at a time when Aziz was at least three days away from returning to reinforce it.

As the largest city in Transoxiana, centuries of construction had indeed made Bukhara an impregnable existence.

He was still one step too late.

Facts proved that he had bet wrong this time.

He had not expected that his thirty thousand garrison troops, combined with the impregnability of Bukhara city, would not be able to withstand the three-day siege by Zou Sheng's fifty thousand troops.

It was only twenty thousand more men.

But when the Liangzhou "Air Force" led by Zou Sheng began to take flight, the thirty thousand garrison troops were dumbfounded.

Flying.

This was an iron city.

So when Zou Sheng arrived outside the city of Bukhara, the thirty thousand garrison troops of Bukhara did not display any excessive anxiety.

They could hold it.

They thought it was a city that the enemy would not be able to take for even a month.

Just like that.

It was lost in a single day.

They flew up?

What kind of people are these, that they can even fly?

Even if this Bukhara is impregnable and its defensive fortifications are super strong, who the hell can defend against the sky?

The entire Central Asia was shocked.

These two sides, north and south.

Were they just played in circles by these two young men from Longyan?

Longyan?

Is this Longyan?