Chapter 282 Combat Strength Remains a Mystery

In Chittagong City, Xue Linfeng had just moved in with a brigade when the Mughal army arrived.

Compared to other places with complex terrain, Chittagong was undoubtedly an easier target to attack.

So the Mughal army set their sights on this place.

Looking at the grand spectacle of hundreds of thousands of troops outside the city, Xue Linfeng frowned deeply.

After several days of reconnaissance, he had basically confirmed that the strength of these troops from the Indian Peninsula was very weak.

The soldiers were all lazy and scattered, their physiques were not strong, and their armor rate was pitifully low.

Even if some elites wore armor, it only protected their chests and crotches.

"Could they be intentionally showing weakness?"

Xue Linfeng still didn't quite dare believe the situation he found; after all, this was a massive empire.

Gao Yuan had written several times asking Xue Linfeng to handle things with caution and never be careless.

In the original timeline, the combat power of the White Elephant Country was notoriously poor, but this was not the same world after all.

This was a country that followed Islam, and Gao Yuan was quite wary of the combat power of its followers.

So Gao Yuan was very cautious about this first contact.

On the tenth day of the ninth month of the first year of era name, with the army assembled and rested, Humayun, son of the Mughal Emperor Babur, ordered the start of the siege.

Thousands of Mughal soldiers carrying large numbers of sacks and wooden planks charged toward Chittagong City from three directions.

"Two hundred paces!"

"One hundred and fifty paces!"

"One hundred paces!"

"Fifty paces!"

"Release arrows!"

At the command, the archers on the city walls began to rain down a large number of arrows.

The Mughal soldiers who were trying to fill the moat with sand fell one after another with screams of agony.

However, their bodies were pushed directly into the moat to serve as filling material.

Xue Linfeng could even see that some weren't dead at all, just wounded, yet they were ruthlessly thrown into the water.

The moat, which had only been excavated after the Nanyue Army took over, had now become a nightmare for the Mughals.

To fill this moat, which was over thirty feet wide and connected to the sea, the Mughals suffered over two thousand casualties in just one hour.

The archers on the walls had been attacking for an hour, and their arms were already sore and numb.

Xue Linfeng immediately ordered a rotation, and the soldiers waiting eagerly below came to the walls to take over their comrades' posts.

The rain of arrows, which had paused for a moment, resumed, and the Mughals' nightmare returned.

The dense siege army was truly a friendly target for the archers.

As long as they drew their bows to full strength and fired randomly, there was an 80 to 90 percent chance of taking a life.

After rotating three times, the soldiers in the city were all exhausted with aching arms, and the rain of arrows finally stopped.

Outside the city, the Mughals continued to roar as they tried to fill the moat.

Xue Linfeng saw that the time was right and immediately ordered the floodgates to be opened.

As the gates opened, a massive amount of seawater surged into the moat, washing away a large amount of silt and corpses.

The Mughals were dumbfounded; half of their day's efforts had gone to waste.

Humayun was also a ruthless man; he didn't care at all about the lives of the lower-class soldiers.

In their eyes, the lives of these lower-class people, or even infidels, were like ants.

That day, the Mughals launched an attack lasting over four hours.

Under their frantic offensive, quite a bit of the moat was indeed filled.

Of course, they also paid the price of over seven thousand casualties for it.

"What a crazy country, they don't value life at all!"

Xue Linfeng was also a veteran of many battles and had long since become indifferent to life and death.

But seeing such frantic behavior, he couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

The next day followed almost the same pattern; under the Mughals' frantic actions, the moat was already more than half-filled.

The arrows prepared in the city were also mostly consumed; the most brutal siege battle was about to begin.

Without thinking of saving them, Xue Linfeng fired off all the arrows in the city over the next two days, making the Mughals pay an extremely painful price.

This single moat took the lives of nearly twenty thousand Mughal soldiers, and the land outside the city was stained red with blood.

Such a frantic army made the entire Nanyue Army defending the city somewhat worried.

Almost everyone was certain that a bitter struggle would follow.

On the first day of the battle, to boost morale, Xue Linfeng personally led his elites to the city walls.

However, to his surprise, these Mughals seemed as if they hadn't woken up yet.

All their movements were sluggish, and there was no formation to speak of.

Carrying crude wooden ladders and shouting slogans in gibberish, they charged forward, only to be met with a barrage of rolling logs and heavy stones.

Whether it was poor materials or crude craftsmanship, those wooden ladders simply fell apart as soon as they were hit by the rolling logs.

On the first day of the siege, the Mughals didn't even touch the city walls before retreating hastily, leaving behind over three thousand corpses.

The second day and the third day were the same, until the seventh day, when the city's defensive supplies were basically exhausted.

Taking advantage of the rotation of the defending soldiers, the Mughals finally had a chance to climb onto the city walls, and the Nanyue Army soldiers finally faced the soldiers of this massive neighboring country head-on for the first time.

"Clang... Squelch..."

A Nanyue Army soldier first blocked with his shield, then swung his blade.

To his surprise, such a formulaic move directly cut down the Mughal soldier in front of him.

Then he stepped forward, used the same move, and cut down another person.

This scene occurred everywhere, and the soldiers who had come up for the shift change soon wiped out all the Azha who had climbed onto the walls.

This process resulted in fewer than ten casualties, in exchange for hundreds of heads and over two hundred wounded prisoners.

From then on, they never let the Azha climb onto the walls again.

With blades hacking and spears stabbing, the Mughal soldiers became corpses while still on the wooden ladders.

Returning to the Prefectural Office in the evening, everyone summarized the day's lessons while eating.

"Commander, the combat power of these kunlun slaves is very strange!"

"Yeah, seeing how brave they were a few days ago, I thought it was going to be a bitter struggle."

"I feel like I'm bullying children; a casual strike can kill a man."

"Exactly, not only is their martial arts skill poor, but they also have no formation."

"Right, once those people climb the walls, they fight for themselves; they seem even worse than some mountain bandits or horse thieves."

Xue Linfeng was also troubled; he truly couldn't believe that an army capable of fearlessly filling a moat could be so weak.

Based on today's contact, let alone the Beiwei Army, even the Xuanjia Army would have a crushing victory against the Mughals.

"But how did such a weak opponent manage to rule such a large empire?

If they are really this weak, why would the Lord value them so much?"

Xue Linfeng even thought that if the Mughals really only had this level of combat power, fifty thousand troops could sweep through the entire Indian Peninsula.

However, he suppressed this thought, looked at everyone, and said earnestly,

"Perhaps the enemy is conserving their strength, wanting us to lower our guard so they can deliver a fatal blow;

So, after you all return, you must emphasize to the soldiers that they must never be careless or underestimate the enemy."

Everyone finished their meals in a few bites, stood up together, and cupped their hands in salute to Xue Linfeng.

"Please rest assured, Commander, we understand."

What no one knew was that at this moment, an elite Cavalry unit had already arrived outside the city.

This Cavalry unit was precisely the Xiaoguo Army and the Baier Soldiers led by Zhao Meng and Chen Dao.