Prawandin's army retreated and its morale was depleted. These soldiers quickly lost control and were like wild horses that were unbridled. All the soldiers ignored orders and rushed out of the city in a swarm.
This is no longer an army, but a fleeing people.
Compared with the armies of Xi Yinglong and Xi Changzhen, and compared with the British army, the army under Prawangdin cannot be called a regular army at all. First, the soldiers under Prawangdin are not well-equipped and have insufficient weapons; secondly, the soldiers under Prawangdin are not well-equipped and equipped. , the training level of the soldiers was insufficient, and there was a lack of effective and formal training. Before the British army withdrew from Calcutta, the soldiers under Prawandin's command had been using native guns and cannons. It was not until after the occupation of Calcutta that they had money and confiscated them. The arsenal was equipped with some sophisticated weapons.
The soldiers in the army were minding their own business and rushed out quickly.
In less than half an hour, we arrived at the gate where we had entered the city previously.
Before Singh had time to talk to the officials guarding the gate, he saw that machine guns had been set up on the tower. All the machine guns were pointing down, and their muzzles were pointed at the soldiers rushing out.
Burst, burst, burst.
Intensive gunshots echoed in the night sky.
Bullets are fired mercilessly and indiscriminately.
Countless soldiers under Prawandin's command were shot and fell. At this time, Prawandin and Singh realized that the so-called surrender was false and was deliberately to attract them into the city.
For a time, Prawangdin felt even more sad.
Prawandin rode on the horse and shouted: "Singh, what's going on, why?"
It was really hard for Prawangdin to accept the current situation. He didn't even see Li Zhen's face. After being ambushed, he was chased around like a dog. The gap was too big and it was unbearable for a while, especially on the way here. Prawandin was still talking to Singer about whether to kill Li Zhen, but now it was someone who had an insight into his motives and laid a trap to lure him into the trap.
Singer looked bitter and had a look of helplessness.
Prawangdin kept urging the war horse under his crotch to hurry up, and the whip cracked on the horse's buttocks.
"puff,."
A bullet came and hit the horse's head.
"Xi Yuyu,."
The war horse let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground with a snap.
Prawangdin also fell down and rolled on the ground. Prawangdin was already fifty years old and was an older man. He fell to the ground and his whole body ached and his head hurt. Feeling dizzy, Singh was so frightened that he quickly got off his horse, came to Prawandin's side, quickly helped Prawandin up, and asked worriedly: "Your Majesty, how is your health?"
Prawandin shook his head and said: "It's okay, hurry up, continue to break through."
Singer asked the soldiers to protect Prawandin's regiment, and ordered the soldiers to continue to break out. The situation was very critical. There were machine guns firing from the tower in front, and the pursuers were chasing after them. All the soldiers under Prawandin's command were They were so frightened that they kept running around, and because they were running around without any rules, more people were killed, injured and escaped.
After Prawandin rushed to the gate of Agartala, he was able to avoid the front and rear attacks. However, at this time, the soldiers under Prawandin's command were in a state of panic and suffered numerous casualties.
Numerous soldiers fled in the city, and some surrendered.
Less than half of the people around him were left.
Prawandin and Singh temporarily got rid of the pursuers behind them and were able to take a breath. He turned around, looked in the direction of Agartala City, and murmured to himself: "Li Zhen is indeed Li Zhen, he is awesome. , Amazing, he actually used a small city to ambush me. Unfortunately, he still failed to stop me. When I go back, I will organize a large army to conquer Li Zhen again and defeat him in an upright manner."
With a worried look on his face, Singer frowned and said, "It stands to reason that Li Zhen would have appeared when he set up a trap to ambush us at night, but Li Zhen didn't show up. It's really strange."
Prawangdin waved his hand and said, "Don't be weird. Ignore Li Zhen and rest for a while."
"Report,."
A soldier ran over and said loudly: "Your Majesty, the pursuers are catching up again."
"Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw quickly."
Prawandin looked worried and said loudly: "These people are so haunted. Why don't they sleep?"
His body couldn't help but shudder, and he quickly led the soldiers to continue retreating in the dark.
It was already late at night, and many of the soldiers under Prawangdin were tired and hungry after the first battle, and they began to be unable to support themselves. As a result, more and more soldiers were left behind, and those who were chasing behind them The Tripura army was able to take advantage of the situation and easily captured Prawandin's soldiers.
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At three o'clock in the night, it was still pitch black between heaven and earth.
On the road, you can vaguely see scattered firelights, which are the torches held by Prawandin's soldiers.
On the way back from Prawangdin, there was a hillside.
On both sides of the hillside, there were densely packed soldiers hidden. These soldiers were obviously soldiers led by Li Zhen. After Li Zhen led the soldiers to leave from the east of the city, they did not fight back to the city, but came to Prawang Din on the way to retreat. Preparing for an ambush, the art of war was full of energy and then exhausted, and the morale of the retreating Prawandin army was low. An ambush at this time would have the greatest effect.
Li Zhen, Guo Songtao, Genia and others were all hiding on the hillside.
Under the pitch-black night, one could clearly see the lights moving forward on the road. Seeing the lights getting closer and closer, the smile on the corner of Li Zhen's mouth became stronger. Guo Songtao was very close to Li Zhen, but because of the darkness, he could only see vaguely. When he arrived at Li Zhen, he said excitedly: "President, Prawangdin's people are here."
Li Zhen nodded and ordered: "Let the soldiers be ready, listen to my firing, and then attack."
"clear."
Guo Songtao ordered to go down, and Genia also translated it to let the Indian soldiers know.
As time passed, Prawangdin's soldiers got closer and closer to Li Zhen.
Torches shone sporadically on the road, reflecting the scenery on both sides of the road in shadows and shadows. Prawangdin drove all night and was very tired. He was already old, and he fell down at night, and his body was a little bit... Unable to bear it any longer, Prawandin stopped, looked at Singh, and said, "Singh, the pursuers don't seem to be coming, so we might as well stop and rest."
He stretched out his hand to support his waist, feeling an uncomfortable pain in his waist.
Singh looked around and saw that the soldiers protecting Prawandin also looked tired, and there was a look of longing in their eyes. He sighed in his heart. In fact, Singh himself was also tired, but he endured the fatigue and said: "Your Majesty, you If you don't feel well, let the soldiers carry you on their backs and continue moving forward. Just lie on the soldiers' backs and rest. Time is running out now, so we can't stop."
Prawandin thought for a moment and nodded.
A soldier squatted in front of Prawangdin, and Prawangdin lay down on him.
Singer waved his hand and ordered: "Keep going."
"Snapped,."
At this moment, a gunshot rang out under the night sky.
Singer's heart skipped a beat. Before he could react in time, intensive gunshots could be heard from the hillsides on both sides of the road. Bullets were fired and shells fell, instantly drowning the soldiers at the front.