The sun was rising, and the golden sunlight sprinkled the earth, and the earth gave the sky a blood-colored response.

The Ganges, the holy river and the mother river of the Hindu heart, has been soaked in endless blood, and the blood left behind from the head of the city of Allahabad flows into the moat, and then the water of the moat roars into the Ganges.

It's a brutal siege battle!

The defenders of the city shouted "Allah", and the defenders of the Delhi Sultanate did not fall, as a ***, they showed courage to their Allah.

Although the city they guarded was a holy place for Hinduism, a concentration of pagans in their teachings that should be destroyed.

This is probably the greatest ridicule in the world, the so-called religion and belief are just tools in the hands of politicians or rulers.

While the superiors brainwashed the bottom with their religious beliefs, they themselves took the paper full of doctrines to wipe their butts, and then said, 'It's all about the big picture,' and threw the paper into the dung pit.

Forty Turkic military nobles, holding high the banner of Allah, waged one war after another to destroy the infidels for hundreds of years, but at this moment, they paid with their lives to protect the city of Allahabad.

If there really is a so-called Allah, he may be angry to death.

On the besieging side, there are young and combative soldiers from several countries, who charge the city with a rain of arrows.

When the people in front died, they stepped on the corpses of their comrades and continued to move forward, howling and shouting and climbing to the ladder, hoping that the falling rocks and boiling oil above their heads could fall from their sides, praying that death would be one step ahead of them.

The prayers of the lucky ones worked, and they tumbled down from the battlements into the city, and before they could stand up, they were stabbed into the body with spears or cut off their heads with a single sword.

Death is the cheapest event in this city at this time,

"In one hour, more than 4,000 of the 20,000 people died."

The first round of attacking has retreated, and Chen Chunsheng, who got the battle damage list, was frightened by this number.

"Don't stop, the first round of repairs on the spot, the second round into siege."

The army looked out at the city in the distance, where the Delhi Sultanate was still well-organized and morale-high, and it seemed that the first wave of attacks had not caused them any damage.

"If you don't take your life to consume all the rockfalls, rolling logs, and fire oil in this city, how can you fight in a short fight?"

For this battle damage, Ma Dajun was very open-minded, which was also within his expectations.

Siege warfare is always the most difficult at the beginning.

"The defenders of the city will also be tired, they only have 40,000 people, and we have 200,000!"

Ma Dajun said indifferently: "As long as they lose these objects defending the city and shoot the last arrow, at that time, it will be a life for a human life, and this city will not be far from being conquered." ”

"But only if it is captured within seven days."

Once Delhi's new forces are replenished, then the battle is lost.

The first round is taken down, and the second round is topped.

It was again tens of thousands of athletes who took a solemn step forward, they didn't know why they were fighting this war, they only knew that they could get wealth by fighting, and they were all from poor families in various countries.

No one cares and thinks about something deeper.

"Stand up for the shield, don't mess around, keep the lineup intact!"

The number of people was about one thousand households in the queue, and the thousand household officials from the Ming Dynasty carried their shields to protect their heads, and at the same time commanded hoarsely.

Looking down from the sky, under the impenetrable rain of arrows, there are dozens of huge shield walls, through the gaps in the shield walls, you can see countless footsteps, you can hear the sound of countless armor rubbing.

The sharp arrows could not penetrate the Ming Dynasty's well-made shield, and the thick wooden shield wrapped in iron was full of arrows.

Yaling, who trembled to herself, seemed to be telling her unwillingness.

A Ming athlete was struggling to climb with a shield on his head, but a boulder found him, and his arm was smashed off with a piercing snapping sound from the arm supported under the shield.

But the athlete only snorted in pain, and did not fall down the ladder, and continued to fight up with his only remaining hand.

Raising his neck, the athlete's eyes showed a hint of excitement.

He saw the battlements at the head of the city, and saw the dawn of victory!

But then, his excitement turned to horror.

A basin of boiling oil that exuded steaming heat was poured down, destroying his entire face in an instant, and even down his neck, burning his entire body.

"Ah~~!"

There was only one cry of pain, and a flickering spark fell on him.

In an instant, the fire engulfed the boy, and he fell from the ladder and slammed down on the corpse on the ground.

Several of the advancing coalition soldiers were stunned at the sight, which made their steps heavy, and several looked up at the towering walls, their faces beginning to show fear.

In this short delay, a sharp arrow shot down from the head of the city, hitting the eye socket of one of the coalition soldiers, and the sharp arrow even protruded from the back of the head.

The horrific scene frightened the rest of the coalition soldiers, whooping and screaming, began to flee backwards, even knocking away their comrades who were still attacking the city after them.

"Deserters?"

This scene naturally fell in the eyes of the leading generals in front of the army, and the main generals from the Bago Dynasty suddenly became ashamed.

Because he recognized the identities of these soldiers.

Ma Dajun's face did not have the slightest anger, as if he acquiesced in the emergence of this phenomenon, but the pro-soldiers behind him were not as generous as him.

Several people took off the strong bow on their shoulders, bent the bow like a full moon, and ran to hit the stars.

With one arrow, several fugitives were shot through the face and died before they even had time to march into the formation.

The death that led them to flee in fear finally befell them.

"There is always a dead end in escaping, and if you charge Allahabad, you may come back alive."

Ma Dajun said coldly: "Die on the way to charge is a warrior, I will give you a pension, and will distribute wealth and all the war profits you need according to the proportion of dead and wounded after the battle, but those who run away are cowards and breeders, nothing!" ”

The sun turned overhead, and Ma Dajun signaled left and right.

"Mingjin, the second round is withdrawn, and the third round is topped."

If the city is not broken for a day, this siege will not stop for a moment.

Beside Ma Dajun, the main generals of several countries also began to tremble, when they attacked Zhangpur with the Ming Dynasty earlier, where did they fight such a tough battle?

Compared with the weak and remote Zhangpur, the Delhi Sultanate is indeed much stronger.

Allahabad is a tough nut to crack.

(There are two more chapters, sent out before twelve o'clock.) ）