Early in the morning, Lord Costa strode into the Portuguese barracks in Goa, and sounded the trumpet and asked all the soldiers to assemble the whole team.The soldiers had long known that a few kilometers away had an inexplicable demonic force, but compared to the most ashamed of the top, they ordinary soldiers did not care much.

It had been more than a hundred years since the Portuguese occupied Goa, and for so long the indigenous people of India had not posed much threat to the Portuguese.The local king's army was still using ordinary cold weapons, but the Portuguese had already equipped a large number of artillery, fire rope guns.The Portuguese army's biggest trouble on weekdays was to help the Inquisition to arrest the infidels.

Under the low intensity of fighting all year round, it is impossible to maintain how strong the combat effectiveness.Today, the strongest Portuguese force in Goa is actually the ruling priest of the Inquisition.The Portuguese themselves could only bully the natives.Compared with the Spaniards who are currently fighting in the east and west, the Dutch people who are struggling to support, and the rapidly rising British, the Portuguese have been too comfortable.

The Portuguese army was lazy and slackened, and, on Lord Costa's orders, introduced four large-caliber heavy guns.Indigenous soldiers who were servants also came from all directions.By contrast, these are of little status, and poorly equipped indigenous soldiers are even more disciplined under the whip.

Lord Mohammed came with his two hundred slave cavalry to help, which was his duty to do business in Goa, as inevitable as taxes.When he saw the argumented priest in the robe, he bowed his head at once, because the people of the Inquisition were always harsh on the pagans and burned them to death.

“Let’s go.”Lord Costa, looking at the nearly in-doing team, ordered the slave cavalry to open the way ahead.At the back were three thousand indigenous soldiers armed with spears, and finally the Portuguese army that towed the artillery in a carriage.The noble ruling priest first prayed to his army, sprinkled some holy water to fight the evil, and then took the carriage to follow the end of the procession.

This huge team pulled out the length of three or four miles, and could not see the end before the head.It took all the staff more than two hours from departure to the complete departure from the old town of Goa.

For the speed of the Portuguese army's marching so slowly, the performance of the leader of Muhammad on horseback was both worried and extremely sad.He said to his housekeeper, "I can't believe we were defeated by such an army more than a hundred years ago."

Once upon a time, the Green-Christian Moors invaded and occupied the Iberian Peninsula, where Portugal and Spain were located.They enslaved white people for hundreds of years.More than a hundred years ago, the Moors could not keep up with the development of the times and were driven out of Europe.

The steward was also indignant about the last glorious history of the Green Church.He whispered, “Sir, these Portuguese have long since become greedy and decayed.Maybe you can replace them."

"I want to replace them and win this battle."Muhammad looked at the two hundred slave cavalry behind him, "We green cavalry is the strongest if there are enough weapons."

Muhammad said this to be true, and his slave cavalry was not the kind of garbage that could not be eaten enough to wear and warm.All cavalry is young and strong, received strict training from a young age, strong in physique, and extremely well equipped.They ride the best Arab horses, generally shoulder-to-shoulder-high more than one meter five, gentle and agile, and are perfect for battlefield galloping.

Two hundred slave cavalry advanced along the road, and their task was to expel the enemies on the march, and to ensure that the subsequent troops could advance at a faster pace without interference.At the same time, they must also avoid their own troops being attacked by enemy cavalry and cover their side.

When the slave cavalry came about three kilometers ahead, Master Mohammed heard the cavalry in front of him blowing the trumpet of finding the enemy.More than a hundred scattered slave cavalry gathered quickly, and a cavalry squad of the Portuguese army came quickly to inquire what had happened.

"Your Honor, there is an oriental cavalry ahead.They are monitoring our ranks and they seem to be attacking us.”Lord Mohammed, riding on horseback, answered a question from a Portuguese cavalry officer.

The patriary strangled the horse and lifted the telescope to look at the dirt slope about five hundred meters away.There was indeed a cavalry cavalry on the other side looking down the way forward for the army.But after a brief review of the enemy’s condition, he immediately laughed and said, “Are these Orientals riding donkeys?”

Hahaha! 🙂

All the Portuguese cavalry and the Arab slave cavalry laughed because the opposing sides were so different in their momentum.Compared to the half-ton Arabian horse, the guard cavalry on the opposite side is a Mongolian horse that weighs only half of their weight - in terms of body type, it is like Tyson looking down at the Pan Yangtze River.

The difference between the horses is really big.

"Are the leaders of the Eastern cavalry still a woman?"Monsieur Antony carefully distinguished his opponent in the telescope, and easily recognized the slender and excellent opposite.

He laughed and said, "I'm going to take this woman and make her my slave."He drew his horseman's knife and raised his head, and cried out, "What are you waiting for?""Send fifty men roundabout to intercept, and the rest follow me to defeat the enemy."

Seeing that their own officers led the attack, the Portuguese cavalry also followed the cavalry knife.They shouted, “For the glory of God,” and the horses began to slowly accelerate.This operation was watched by Lord Costa, commander-in-chief of the Portuguese army, who caught up with several priests to watch the battle.

Lord Costa's appearance forced Muhammad to do his best, and he divided the slave cavalry into two parts, which were copied and attacked, and followed Anthony, the former Portuguese officer.Anthony at the front wanted to perform well, and after running out of a hundred meters, he gradually began to accelerate, and a holy light appeared on them in the sound of prayer.

Three hundred metres behind, Father Melo of the Inquisition said, “Lord Costa, your nephew is a brave young man, and the cavalry he has led is the best I have ever seen.If he could return to Lisbon, he would surely be able to win the hearts of many of the ladies who won the battle story today.”

Haha, the priest’s flattery made Lord Costa in a good mood.He also saw the opposite side standing on the hillside quite "weak cavalry", compared to Anthony's Portuguese cavalry is almost as brave as a tiger."Yes, Anthony is a good boy, and I have no doubt about it."

Just after this was said, the "skinny cavalry" on the low hillside opposite finally began to act.They wore bright silver breastplates, lined up in dense cross-line, and killed them slowly.

The front of the old, Anthony, was even more excited to see that the enemy did not run.He stared at the tall female rider, and urged the horse to accelerate again, wondering how he could capture her alive.

The high and strong Arabian horse's superiority was perfectly reflected on the battlefield, and the speed of the Portuguese cavalry and slave cavalry became extremely fast, which greatly increased their potential.The cavalry match depends on this potential energy, which allows the rider to cut the enemy down the horse at a faster speed.

When the Eastern cavalry opposite Muhammad saw that the Eastern cavalry had not yet begun to speed up, he had already decided that the Portuguese cavalry would win.After all, the Arabs have no other ability, and there is still a ability to cut people on horseback.High speed to low speed, strong to weak, so if you want to lose, God will not be satisfied.

Lord Costa, in the rear, also put down his telescope, feeling that there was no longer any suspense in the first battle of the contact between the two sides.At best he was strangely opposite the Eastern cavalry for the Mao to be lined up in a dense line, rushing up as a whole, which obviously hindered the speed of the horse's charge.

"Perhaps the infidels of the East know that their horses are not good, so they gather the cavalry in a regiment, as if they were infantry phalanxes."Father Merlot made a guess, but he quickly laughed, “But it’s stupid, isn’t it?”Perhaps they had never seen anything of the real cavalry.These natives of the East do not believe in God, and all they always have some absurd and strange ideas.”

Lord Costa laughed again.He felt that he had no need to say anything more, and at best should consider how to reward his dear nephew after the coming victory.

The enemy is rapidly getting closer, and the two sides will collide in only ten seconds.And the wall-type charge and Zhuo are still pressing the speed to change the formation.In the face of the enemy's tall horse, the guard cavalry riding a Mongolian horse will inevitably suffer if it is hard.Even if it is a good handy armour...

“Prepare!”And Zhuo shouted in front of his head, "Slash line formation."

The enemy is gaining momentum, and the Light has greatly strengthened their defenses and strength, and has increased their confidence in victory.As a confrontation, the Guards cavalry slowly changed from parallel to oblique formations under the command of Zhuo.The rows of queuings that were originally connected are opening the distance and giving up their respective offensive horizons.

He Zhuo still pressed the horses refused to speed up, and even deliberately to stabilize their own situation, to avoid running too fast and too bumpy.When the cross-line completely turned into oblique, she again ordered to shout: "Raise the gun!"

In the reform of the transition from the classical cavalry to the modern cavalry, the mobile power of the "Revolutionary Army" showed its truly terrible face.All the guards brushed the loose reins, and drew a large-caliber front-branch short-pipe shotgun from the gun bag on the horse's side.The ammunition has been loaded, just open the gun machine, the muzzle of the black hole can be aimed at the enemy cavalry opposite the closer and closer enemy cavalry.

Anthony was holding up his sword, and the light shone on him.But when he saw the enemy pulling out a musket, he couldn’t help but shout loudly, “Oh... God!”

Oh, oh God!

The Portuguese cavalrymen who rushed up were all shouting, and their shouts were strong enough to almost tear the air apart.The sea breeze blew their voices back, and Master Mohammed and Lord Costa thought that the brave young men were making the last morale of the young men—but the shout had not yet fallen, and a whole row of ten shotguns had come under their hands.

The bombardment...

The barrel of the shotgun was very short, like a large pistol.Its range is also more than ten meters, in order to reduce the recoil, the charge is not much.But its caliber is 30 millimeters, and within range, it is more than 20 lead sprayed out.

Spray one face, so that people do not hide anywhere - the opposite of Anthony is under the protection of the Holy Light holding up the knife, the result is facing a wave of bullet face.

Some Portuguese cavalry's protective light was not strong enough, and the bombed projectiles were swept off the horse on the spot.Anthony barely survived the first wave of rain by the shelter of a cross in his chest.But he did not wait for him to wake up from the bombardment of his face, and another slash array came from him, and another wave of bullets and rain bombarded him directly from the horse.

A cavalry company of ninety men, ten in a row of ten formation of obliquely bombardment of the queue.There was a row behind the bombardment, and the front row was full before the shotgun was put away, and the back row was shot again.The leader and Zhuo rode on the "dog meat", holding a large shotgun in each hand, and shouted, "Kill these ugly people!"