The battle of Delhi ended with the 'complete victory' of the Ming Dynasty.

In this battle, which lasted for nearly seven days, the Ming army under the command of Ma Dajun only paid less than 1,000 casualties and annihilated nearly 50,000 Sudanese guards, which can be called a miracle in the history of war.

Only those who have personally experienced the battlefield battle will know what happened in this war, even later generations, from the words in the record, can only see between the lines, how brave the Ming and Indian coalition forces were, how their morale was like a rainbow, and how vulnerable the Delhi Sultan's Guards were.

The truth is not at all important compared to enjoying the fruits of victory after the war.

Ma Dajun saw Mahmud's corpse in the palace and said in an admiring tone to the left and right.

"Although he is not a very capable monarch, but at least he is a dignified emperor, find some craftsmen from the city who can make coffins, build a good coffin for him, and bury him according to the courtesy."

The staff officer was ordered to retreat, and Ma Dajun did not have time to take a breath or rest, but quickly deployed the next task.

"Zhou Jinshan."

"The end will be."

A man in the prime of life walked out and waited for the orders of Ma Dajun.

"Our army, only your department is a pure cavalry system, it seems that the task of the surprise attack on Panipater is none other than you, this trip to Panipater is less than two hundred miles, tomorrow at this time, I hope to see your good news."

Even in a hurry to lead the siege of the city, Ma Dajun only gave one day.

"Please rest assured, Ma Shuai, arrive tonight, and fall into the city tomorrow morning, without delay!"

Zhou Jinshan is also a fierce general, and immediately made a military order, turned his head and ran out of the palace.

"Spread the word to all departments, bury the food, rest for the night, and then go north with the commander."

Ma Dajun did not intend to stay in Derry for long, the city was to be handed over to Singhki, and his mission was to capture Isgreen Fort as quickly as possible.

After Ma Dajun conveyed all the military orders, Singhji, who had been waiting not far away, finally found an opportunity, and Baba approached.

"Marshal."

The smirk on his face made Ma Dajun see through what Singh Ji was thinking at this time.

The latter, it seems, can't wait to go to Nanjing.

"Don't worry."

Ma Dajun patted Singhji on the shoulder: "Ben Shuai said, I am a Ming man, and Ben Shuai is a marquis and nobleman of Daming, how can I lose my trust in you, but Ben Shuai will go north to Panipat tomorrow, and besides, this battle is not over yet, just wait." ”

Although Singh Ji was anxious, he didn't dare to urge, so he had to leave the palace happily while thanking him.

Although the battle was not over, it was time for Singhki and the Kshatriya generals in the rebel army to divide up, or compete for the fruits of victory.

Although Singh Ki is of pure Brahmin descent and is the priest of the so-called Three Days, he naturally has incomparable appeal and influence among the Hindu masses, but it is precisely because of this identity that Singhji has limited his power in the rebels.

Brahmins, who are not allowed to engage in worldly power or hold worldly positions.

This is the fundamental reason why the Kshatriya generals in the rebel army were willing to obey Singhki's command before.

Their idea was simple, that is, once the war was over and all the infidels were killed, then the land would only belong to the people of the gods, and a new Mauryan dynasty would be established, and who would be the king would not be a struggle between the Kshatriya castes.

As for Singhki, he should return to his temple and dedicate the rest of his life to the gods.

"It seems that this old man is in a hurry."

Chief of Staff Chen Guang said with a smile: "Since entering the city, this Singh Ji can't even enter the military camp on his side, and I heard that he organized a group of people to be busy repairing the temple for him, and it seems that it won't be long before they have internal strife." ”

"It doesn't matter who wants to be the governor, the important thing is that whoever becomes the governor will be more beneficial to our Daming."

"Talk to them one by one?"

The two looked at each other, and then they both looked up and laughed.

Unlike the schadenfreude watching the lively Ma army, Singhji, who returned to his temporary residence, is now like an ant on a hot pot, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously.

It is true that as Chen Chunsheng once said, Singh Ji is not a simple character, but Singhji's weaknesses are also obvious.

He lacks absolute control over the hundreds of thousands of rebels in the city.

In the event of a head-on conflict, Singhki would never be a match for the Kshatriya caste in the army.

You must know that before the formation of the rebel army, these Kshatriyas were all powerful landlords and farmers on the Ganges Plain, and it was they who led their respective semi-cultivators and tenants to participate, so that they could have the so-called rebel army.

In India at this time, the relationship between Singhji and this group of Kshatriyas was like that between King Xiao Ming and the Red Turban Army at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

Nominally, the rebel armies all over the country were under the leadership of King Xiao Ming, but in fact they fought and annexed each other, and finally ended in the victory and unification of Zhu Hongwu.

Delhi had fallen, the sweeping of North India was a certainty, and all that remained was for Chen Chunsheng's Southern Route Army to contain the counterattack of the governors of the states, and the unification of India would be unstoppable.

At this juncture, Singhki desperately wanted to be enthroned and recognized by the Ming Dynasty, and named him the Viceroy of India, only in this way could he rightfully hold power.

And Sana, Singhji's daughter, looked at her adoptive father from the sidelines and persuaded.

"The battle is over, why don't you return to the temple and continue to worship the gods."

"No way!"

didn't expect his daughter to say such a thing, Singh Ji stared at Sana viciously: "It is under my call that there are only rebels, without me, the great Shiva god worshippers, that group of rebels will still be scattered, how can it be possible to recover Delhi and destroy the kingdom of heresy, at this time, why let me quit!" ”

At the end of his words, Singhki's tone softened again, and he grabbed Sana's hand and said.

"Daughter, you are the concubine of the Ming general, you can write a letter now, and ask that General Chen to write a letter to their emperor, say good things for me and ask for merit, and urge him to seal me as soon as possible."

"You're crazy."

Sana shook off Singhji's hand in horror: "Do you think that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty is a pagan monarch like Mahmud, just a nominal king, that is a person you can't imagine, his power is even more than that of a god, you asked me to ask him to beak the emperor in this kind of matter, he is likely to kill me." ”

Singh Ji was stunned, just now, his daughter actually reprimanded him?

"Smack!"

Annoyed and angry, Singh Ki slapped him: "Without me, you would have starved to death and been eaten by wild dogs and vultures, I have raised you for so many years, and now you dare to reprimand me." ”

After the anger, Singhji regretted it a little, and hurriedly leaned down to touch Sana's face, and said softly.

"It's the father who is in a hurry, good daughter, if you don't want to write, forget it, Delhi is not safe, you should go back to Allahabad earlier, I will arrange for someone to send you, okay?"

Sana covered her face and wept.

At this time, there was the sound of footsteps outside the door, and a servant ran in.

"The great priest of Tividi, Captain Takar, has arrived, saying that he has asked to see him."

Takar was a Kshatriya, but unlike other aristocratic feudal lords, he was just a down-and-out Kshatriya nobleman, and when he formed a rebel army, he only had a few hundred people, and it was Singhki who supported him and became the commander of the army, and there were only a few thousand yeoman peasant armies under his command.

"Let him come."

Singh Ki picked up Sana, motioned for the latter to leave, and tidied up his appearance, showing a posture of being in his chest.

"Great Tivedi priest, something is wrong."

Without too much courtesy, the first words of Takar after entering the house made Singhki's mood fall to the bottom.

"Rajep and Vog discussed uniting all the Mansabs, going to the marshal of the Ming people, and discussing the ransom of the governor."

In an instant, Singhji's face suddenly became extremely ugly, even worse than when the military order of the Ma army to bombard Delhi without distinction between enemy and enemy was issued not long ago.

The challenge that belongs to him Singhji has only just begun.