Yes, the Persian Army did not even bother with probing attacks or harassment. They simply used heavy cavalry to brutally punch through the line.
The Turkic Rangers on both flanks immediately followed them into the breach, swinging their sabers to widen the opening.
The position of more than four thousand Georgian Musketeers held out for less than half an hour before being crushed by this death-defying charge.
The Georgians screamed as they fled wildly toward Tbilisi City. From time to time, several Persian cavalrymen caught up from behind, their sabers slashing across their bodies.
The several kilometers of land between Kertsis Hill and Tbilisi had become a dark-red ribbon of blood.
Persian infantry soon surged beneath the city walls as well, and several hundred Armenian artillerymen began bombarding them.
Agha Mohammad seemed somewhat numb to victory.
He had a eunuch bring him a map and began considering how to attack Kartli next.
Kartli's defenders should not be numerous. Once it was occupied, Georgia's old capital, Odishi, would be within easy reach.
He looked at the officer beside him. "Bozorg, I want every city in Georgia under my control before October. After that, you will be responsible for setting up defenses in the Caucasus Mountains. The Russians will definitely make a move."
Before he had even finished speaking, dense gunfire rang out from the north.
He immediately frowned.
His army had already begun attacking the city. There should have been no need for muskets. Could there still be Georgians resisting?
A bad feeling suddenly surged within Agha Mohammad. He snatched up his Telescope and looked toward the source of the gunfire, his heart tightening at once.
Gray Military Uniforms, black double-headed Eagle Standards—there was a Russian Army there!
And it was positioned right at the narrowest part of Kertsis Hill.
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