Early in the morning, Lord Costa strode into the Portuguese barracks in Goa and blew his horn, ordering all the soldiers to assemble. The soldiers already knew that there was a demonic army a few kilometers away, but compared to the humiliated leaders, the ordinary soldiers didn't care too much.
The Portuguese had occupied Goa for more than a hundred years. In such a long time, the Indian natives didn't pose much of a threat to the Portuguese. The local king's army was still using ordinary cold weapons, but the Portuguese were already equipped with cannons and muskets. The biggest problem for the Portuguese army was helping the Religious Court of Inquiry to capture the heretics.
It was impossible to maintain a strong fighting force after years of low-intensity battles. Among the Portuguese in Goa, the Religious Court of Inquiry's priests were actually the strongest. The Portuguese army could only bully the natives. Compared to the Spanish who were fighting everywhere, the Dutch who were struggling to hold on, and the English who were rising rapidly, the Portuguese were too comfortable.
The Portuguese army regrouped lazily and pushed out four heavy cannons according to Lord Costa's orders. The native soldiers who were the servants also rushed over from all directions. In comparison, the natives who had no status and were poorly equipped were even more disciplined under the whipping.
Mahomet brought his two hundred slave cavalrymen to help. It was his duty to do business in Goa, and it was as unavoidable as taxes. When he saw the robed Religious Court of Inquiry's priests enter, he immediately lowered his head. The Religious Court of Inquiry had always been cruel to the heretics and would burn people to death for no reason.
"Let's go." Seeing that the troops were almost all here, Lord Costa ordered the slave cavalrymen to lead the way. Behind them were the three thousand native soldiers with spears, and the Portuguese army dragging the cannons on carriages at the back. The noble priests first prayed for their troops, sprinkled some holy water to ward off evil, and then followed behind the troops in carriages.
The mighty procession stretched for three to four miles, and the end of the procession couldn't be seen. It took them more than two hours to completely leave the old city of Goa.
Mahomet, who was riding in front of the Portuguese army on horseback, was both worried and furious at the slow marching speed. He said to his butler, "I can't believe that we were defeated by this army over a hundred years ago."
Once upon a time, the Moors who believed in the Green Religion invaded and occupied the Iberian Peninsula where Portugal and Spain were located. They enslaved the whites 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 butler was also indignant about the glorious history of the Green Sect. He echoed in a low voice, "My lord, these Portuguese have long since become greedy and rotten. Maybe you can replace them. "
"If you want to replace them, you'll have to win this war first." Muhammad looked at the two hundred slave cavalrymen behind him and said, "As long as we have enough weapons, our Green Sect's cavalry is the strongest."
Muhammad said this with confidence. His slave cavalry was not the kind of trash who could not eat enough and wear warm clothes. All the cavalrymen were young and strong. They had received strict training since they were young, so they had strong physiques and excellent equipment. They rode on the best Arabian warhorses, which were generally more than 1.5 meters tall at the shoulder. They were gentle and agile, very suitable for galloping on the battlefield.
The two hundred slave cavalrymen moved forward along the road. Their task was to drive away the enemy on the march and ensure that the follow-up troops could advance at a faster speed without interference. At the same time, they had to prevent their own troops from being attacked by the enemy cavalry and cover their flanks.
When the slave cavalrymen moved about three kilometers, Master Muhammad heard the cavalry in front of him blow the horn that they had discovered the enemy. More than a hundred scattered slave cavalrymen quickly gathered around, and a small team of Portuguese army cavalry also quickly rushed over to ask what happened.
"Dear Lord Anthony, there is an oriental cavalry in front of us. They are monitoring our troops and seem to be about to attack us. "Master Muhammad rode on horseback and answered the inquiry of a Portuguese cavalry officer respectfully.
Lord Anthony reined in his horse and raised his binoculars to look at the slope about five hundred meters away. There was indeed a cuirass cavalry overlooking the path of the army on the opposite side. But after a brief examination of the enemy's situation, he immediately laughed and said, "Are these easterners riding donkeys?"
Hahaha …!
All the Portuguese army cavalrymen and Arabian slave cavalrymen laughed out loud because there was a world of difference between the two sides in terms of momentum. Compared to the Arabian horses that easily weighed half a ton, the bodyguards on the opposite side were riding Mongolian horses that were only half their weight. In terms of physique, it looked like boxing champion Mike Tyson looking down at Pan Changjiang.
The difference in the horses was really too big.
"The leader of these eastern cavalry is actually a woman?" Sir Anthony carefully identified his opponent through the binoculars and easily recognized the slender He Zhuo on the other side.
He immediately laughed and said, "I want to capture this woman and make her my slave." As he spoke, he took out his cavalry sword and raised it over his head. He shouted, "What are you waiting for? Send fifty men to intercept them. The rest of you, follow me and defeat the enemy on the opposite side. "
Seeing that their officer was leading the charge, the Portuguese army cavalrymen also took out their cavalry swords. They shouted loudly, "For the glory of God" and began to slowly accelerate their horses. This action caught the attention of the commander-in-chief of the Portuguese army, Lord Costa. The latter came with a few priests to watch the battle.
Lord Costa's appearance forced Mahomet to do his best. He split the slave cavalrymen into two groups, one to outflank the enemy and the other to attack. They followed Anthony in the Portuguese army. Anthony wanted to put on a good show. After running for about a hundred meters, he gradually began to accelerate. As he prayed, rays of holy light appeared on his body.
Three hundred meters behind, Father Merlot of the Inquisition praised, "Lord Costa, your nephew is a brave young man. The cavalry he leads is the best I've ever seen. If he can return to Lisbon, he will definitely win the hearts of many noble ladies with the story of today's battle. "
Hahaha … The priest's flattery made Lord Costa's mood very good. He also saw the "thin and weak" cavalrymen on the opposite side of the hill. In comparison, the Portuguese army cavalrymen led by Anthony were as fierce as tigers. "Yes, Anthony is a good boy. I have no doubt about that."
As soon as he finished speaking, the "thin and weak" cavalrymen on the opposite side of the hill finally began to move. They wore bright silver breastplates and formed a dense horizontal formation, charging forward at a slow speed.
Anthony, who was at the front, saw that the enemy did not run and became even more excited. He stared at the tall female rider and urged his horse to speed up again, thinking about how he could capture her alive.
The advantage of the Arabian horse's height and strength was perfectly displayed on the battlefield. The Portuguese army's cavalry and slave cavalrymen became extremely fast, which greatly increased their momentum. Cavalry duels relied on this kind of potential, which allowed the rider to cut down the enemy at an even faster speed.
Mahomet saw that the eastern cavalrymen did not even start to speed up, and he was certain that the Portuguese army was going to win. After all, the Arabians had no other skills, but they had the ability to cut down people on horseback. Speed against speed, strength against weakness. If they still lost in a battle like this, even a true lord would not be satisfied.
Lord Kesta, who was further behind, put down his binoculars as well. He felt that there was no longer any suspense in this first battle. At most, he was curious why the eastern cavalrymen were forming a tight formation and charging as one. It was obviously a hindrance to the speed of the horses' charge.
"Perhaps those eastern pagans knew that their horses were not good, so they gathered the cavalry into a group, like an infantry phalanx." Father Merlot made a guess, but he quickly smiled and said, "But that's stupid, isn't it? Perhaps they've never seen what a real cavalry is. These eastern natives don't believe in God, so they always have some ridiculous and strange ideas. "
"Hahaha …" Lord Kesta laughed again. He felt that he did not need to say anything. At most, he should be thinking about how to reward his beloved nephew after the upcoming victory.
The enemy was closing in quickly, and the two sides would collide in about ten seconds. He Zhuo, who was charging like a wall, was still suppressing his speed and changing his formation. Faced with the enemy's huge horses, the Mongolian cavalry would definitely be at a disadvantage if they fought head-on. Even if they had sharp blades and thick armor …
"Ready!" He Zhuo yelled in front of him. "Diagonal formation."
The enemy's morale was high, and the holy light had greatly strengthened their defense and strength, increasing their confidence of victory. As a counter, the cavalry slowly changed their formation from horizontal to diagonal under He Zhuo's command. The lines that were originally connected in front and back were now pulling apart, giving each side a clear field of vision.
He Zhuo still pressed his horse down and refused to speed up. He even tried to stabilize his formation so that it would not be too fast or too bumpy. When the horizontal formation completely changed to diagonal formation, she ordered again, "Raise your guns!"
In the reformation from the classic cavalry to the modern cavalry, the Revolutionary Army's mobility showed its true ferocious side. All the cavalry let go of the reins in unison and pulled out a large-caliber shotgun from the holster at the side of the horse. The ammunition was already loaded. All they needed to do was open the gun and the black muzzle would be aimed at the approaching cavalry.
Anthony was holding his sword high, and the holy light shone on him as he charged forward bravely. But when he saw the enemy pulling out their guns, he could not help but scream, "Oh … God!"
Oh … God!
All the cavalry of the Portuguese army were shouting. Their shouts were so loud that they almost tore the air apart. The sea breeze blew their voices to the rear. Lord Mohammed and Lord Costa thought these brave lads were giving their last pep talk. But before their shouts died away, a row of ten shotguns fired at them with both hands.
Boom, boom, boom …
The barrel of a short-barreled shotgun was very short, like an oversized pistol. Its shooting range was only a dozen meters, and to reduce the recoil, it did not charge much. But its caliber was 30 millimeters, and within the shooting range, it shot out more than 20 lead pellets.
There was nowhere to hide. Anthony, who was holding his sword high under the protection of the holy light, was hit in the face by a wave of pellets.
Some of the Portuguese army's cavalry did not have strong enough protective holy light, and were swept off their horses by the explosive pellets. Anthony relied on the protection of a cross on his chest to barely survive the first wave of bullets. But before he could wake up from the bombardment, another Diagonal Formation ran in front of him from behind, and another wave of bullets bombarded him, directly knocking him off the back of his horse.
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