Chapter 576 The iron horse rushing forward!

Tirawar, the commander of Bennu City, stood on the dilapidated wall of Bennu City and looked disbeliebly at the plain that had become a wilderness below. The terrible Chinese army that had been stationed under Bennu City yesterday disappeared in just one night.

Tilawal couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his eyes. After a careful look, he sent cavalry out of the city for reconnaissance. After two hours, the cavalry who had been trembling rushed back excitedly. Before they entered the city, these people had shouted loudly under the city building and praised excitedly. The real name of the teacher is the sages they admire.

After hearing the report of the returning cavalry, the Sikh armed forces, who had become haggard in the shelling of the Chinese army, couldn't help cheering excitedly and even crying with joy. They really didn't expect that they thought that they had been trapped in Bennu City and had no way to survive, but In a blink of an eye, the terrible enemy quietly retreated, making them extremely glad that they could finally survive.

And at the same time, the 1st and 17th Division of the Liang Family Army under Bennu City had already arrived at the main stream of the Indus in the early morning of the second day, and was crossing the wide river with the help of the Hanoi River Fleet in India.

Zou Yu was standing by the river bank and watching his subordinates boarding the ship in an orderly manner. In less than 20 minutes, all the troops could board the ship and leave the west bank of the Indus River.

"Report to the division commander, all the cavalry of the reconnaissance battalion have been built, and the Sikhs in Bennu City have no idea of pursuing. Since they found that we left, they have done nothing but to repair Bennu City. It seems that we have been scared. Yang Leiyan rushed to Zou Yu and reported loudly. He reported.

Zou Yu nodded faintly: "Okay, let the reconnaissance battalion also be ready to board the ship. We must speed up. We must rush to Mianvali at the latest tonight and take it here before all Indian forces and Sikhs react."

"Yes!" Yang Leiyan agreed loudly, and Le Ma turned around and rushed to the other end.

Zou Yu looked at the water of the Taotao River rushing up the Indus River and took a deep breath. Suddenly, I saw my hometown again. The rushing river in front of my home has been leaving my hometown for five years. So far, except for sending a few letters and some money to my home, I have never returned at all.

Annan, Luzon, Mindanao, Java, and even Australia. In the past few years, they have followed Liang Peng to the south and north and walked out of the country. On the ocean, on the islands, with those indigenous people, and those Western colonists, they have gone through countless wars, from a penniless scholar to the present. Now he can afford to hold a gun and command a general who has more than 10,000 soldiers and horses across the Indian Peninsula.

I gradually faded my early bookiness, astringency and fear. Now I am no longer the sad spring and autumn. In addition to the scholar who talks about ** with poems and books, I am already a soldier who understands the dignity of the nation and the general trend of the world.

Zou Yu has a scar, but there is still a trace of excitement on his handsome face. He gently recited the Tang poem he has liked since he was a child: "Why don't the man take Wu hook and collect the fifty states of Guanshan? Please go to Lingyan Pavilion for the time being, if you are a scholar! ...Big man, be like this!"

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Myanvali, not far from the east bank of the Indus River, has long been an unobtrusive place. It is just a small town with a population of less than 100,000. On the outskirts of the city, the shepherds returning in the dusk are riding camels to drive their fat cattle, with a noise. Yin, on the fat green and scattered amaranth field, the gate of Miyang Wali was still open. The people either carried goods on their heads, or pulled animals in and out of the gate of the city, shouting loudly, as if they were going to finish the last business, and then return home and have a delicious dinner. A natural and harmonious pastoral landscape.

A snake-playing man with an upper body. In an open space outside the gate of the city, the melodious and mysterious flute was played. Several colorful cobras would raise their flat heads and make a silky sound. The evil triangular eyes were looking at the musical instrument in the snake player's hand. The red snake letters came in and out, and the sharp poisonous teeth were in the mouth. Suddenly, it made the onlookers exclaim.

A water seller was shouting loudly, attracting an old man who was a little thirsty to watch the snake man's performance. He took out a coin and filled a glass of lemonade poured out of the water bag. When he was about to drink it, he suddenly saw a ripples on the calm water in the cup. The old man couldn't help but be stunned.

"What's the matter?" The water seller thought that the old man had found some dirt in the cup and came forward, only to find that the ripples in the glass seemed to be getting thicker and denser, so dense that even the earth had begun to tremble.

Those poisonous snakes seemed to have found danger by the animal's instinct. Despite the call of the snakeman's flute, they ran towards the crowd, as if they wanted to jump on the way, which made the people scream and flee one after another.

"What's going on?" A soldier in the city of Miyangari, who also gathered in the crowd, shouted and scolded loudly, retreating in fear, for fear that the fearful poisonous snakes would attack him.

"Over there, look over there!" At this time, a child crawling on the tree to watch the bustle suddenly pointed to the south and screamed loudly.

In the south, a large amount of smoke and dust rolled up in mid-air, like a terrible sandstorm. On the horizon, it was gradually covered by countless shrugged shadows, which faintly rolled into the ears of the people and soldiers of Miyangari.

"The cavalry, Allah, it's the cavalry, the cavalry of the brigade!" The soldier suddenly screamed and got closer and closer, as if the iron horse bursting in like a landslide, like a tide.

A high-pitched blood-red flag sounded fiercely against the wind. Gradually, they could see that the armor of the cavalry was pure black, shiny black, with demonic and ferocious black... "Chinese cavalry! Run! Fast! Those demons are coming!" Someone screamed, turned around and fled back desperately. The city of Millawali, which seemed to be peaceful and harmonious, suddenly became a chicken and a dog jumping up.

People's screams and cries did not last long, but were covered by the louder and louder hoofs, like thunder in their ears.

Just a few miles away from the city of Miyangari, countless cold lights suddenly shone above the huge, galloping iron horse torrent, and thousands of snowy sabers pointed to the sky together, like the blazing electricity, attacking the city of Miyangari fiercely.

"Allah, how can these Chinese appear here?! Is it the cavalry regiment? Floz, the city guard of Miyang Valli City, didn't even have time to wear armor. As soon as he rushed to the head of the city in a gorgeous silk robe, he saw the Chinese iron horse rushing in like a strong wind. Wherever he passed, the wheat fields on the outskirts of the city were submerged in an instant. Froz's heart was directly frozen. He had long heard of a Chinese cavalry regiment wandering in the Indus Valley, coming and going like the wind, frightening all the Indian and Sikh troops.

In the Indus Valley, countless Indians and Sikhs have turned their dead souls. Wherever they have passed, all those who dare to resist will only become a cold corpse.

But they have always been active in the south of the Indus Valley. They never thought that one day they would appear in front of the inconspicuous small city of Mianvali.

The Indian defenders on the head of the city have long been scared by this sudden Chinese iron horse. Even the gate forgot to close. They left the machete and bow and arrow in their hands and tried to escape to the other end of the city of Myangali, as if they were only farther away from this famous Chinese iron horse, they Life will be safer.

"Don't overwrave, let them escape. It's better for them to inform the Indian kings around earlier and let them send troops here." Peng Shijie, the commander of the most powerful cavalry reinforcement regiment of the Indian field army, watched his cavalry pouring into the city of Miyanvali, which seemed to have no resistance with the momentum of flash floods. He couldn't help spitting contemptuously and loudly giving orders to the messengers around him.

"This kind of attack battle is really too unchallenging." Next to him, Nie Shaochuan, the regimental staff officer, had inserted the saber in his hand into the sheath with a look of unwillingness.

"Hey hey, I don't know if Zou Yu's iceberg division commander led the 1st and 17th Division to Miyangvali City. When he saw that our cavalry regiment had occupied the city, would he be surprised to dislocat his chin?" Peng Shijie laughed. He laughed.

Nie Shaochuan curled his lips and looked contemptuous: "Master Zou? Come on, even if you point a gun at his forehead, his expression will not change. That guy, I think it's just like what the young master said. He is a cool guy who is indifferent on the outside and crazy in his heart.

"Well, I said that you are both senior commanders. Why do you gossip like this all day long?" The political commissar next to him couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to open his mouth to stop these two idle guys. However, I really didn't expect that there would be one or two thousand people in the city of Mianvali, but I didn't even resist. It seems that I'm afraid I'll be scared by our reputation.

Just as the three of them stood on a hill outside the city and talked, a large number of cavalry were rushing forward excitedly from their side to the city of Namiyangari. A fluctuous red flag had been planted on the top of the city, representing the flag of a king of the land in Uttar Pradesh. He fell feebly under the gate with the wind, allowing the rough hooves to trample on.

(to be continued)