With the arrival of the coalition forces of the six southwestern countries in Allahabad, this holy city built on the Ganges River has become overwhelmed, and in addition to the barracks connecting the sky, there is a huge amount of armament and artillery.

Raising the tent and ordering the troops, Ma Dajun led dozens of generals from various countries in the marshal's mansion, guarding the huge sand table in the main hall, and began to give combat orders non-stop.

"Ben Shuai personally led the cannon fodder formed by the Ming army of the headquarters and the old man of Singh Ki to attack Delhi-Panipat.

Chunsheng, you led the coalition army south, divided the troops into two routes, and took Khajuraho to attack Ahmedabad-Nagpur, blocking the route of the governors of the states to return to Delhi, and buying time for the Chinese army to completely annihilate Mahmud. ”

The staff officers of the accompanying army began to plant small flags, and the red flags representing the Ming Dynasty were placed on these important city points, and to the north of Panipat, there was a green flag representing the Timurid Khanate.

After laying Panipat, not far north is Lahore, followed by the second most important city in the Timurid Khanate: *** Fort!

The destruction of the North Delhi Sultanate was the goal of the Seven-Nation Alliance, and controlling the Khyber Pass and blocking the Timurid Khanate's army in Kabul was the strategic goal of the Ming Dynasty.

For this most important task, Ma Dajun only believes in himself and Daming's son.

The military meeting is not a council hall, and no one dares to question Ma Dajun's orders or put forward other opinions on such occasions, and after each order is issued from Ma Dajun's mouth, a staff officer will take a pen and write it down, and then hand it over to the generals who are called.

What time, where you must arrive, and what kind of task you want to perform are all set to death.

Once it can't be done, there is no second possibility except to kill the head.

"Zhu Yunxi!"

"The end will be."

Facing the emperor's younger brother, Ma Dajun said softly: "Your task is to keep the line from Allahabad to Khajuraho safe, and to stabilize the baggage supplies in the rear to Chen Chunsheng's army. ”

Logistics officer, the credit is not small, the risk is not big.

In the entire Southwest Army, only Zhu Yunxi's identity is the most suitable for this errand.

Zhu Yunxi responded loudly, he was no longer a hot-blooded teenager, and he had to pursue meritorious service on the front line of the field.

It itself is here to gild.

After the battle of India is over, Zhu Yunxi will inevitably return to China to accept the reward, and then move to a higher position.

"All the orders have been given, everyone, go down and prepare."

Ma Dajun swept his eyes and said solemnly: "The order of the General Staff is to fight a quick battle, and our army has been preparing for nearly three months, and all the preparations should be completed. ”

"Long live my emperor, long live the Ming Dynasty!"

The sonorous and powerful shouts in unison, including the generals of various countries who are not from the Ming Dynasty, shouted such slogans.

In just one day, more than 300,000 allied troops from various countries around the city of Allahabad left the camp with all the necessary supplies.

"Get that Singh Ki to Ben Shuai."

"Great Marshal Ming, do you have any orders to give me?"

Freshen up cleanly, coupled with the Yan Ling Dou Dou armor specially prepared for him by Ma Dajun that only middle and high-ranking generals of the Ming Dynasty are qualified to wear, Singhji, who was originally a sloppy and dry old man, has changed his body and even has a somewhat heroic posture.

His messy hair and beard were cleaned up, his eyes were no longer as calm as water, and since he began to fulfill his mission to form the so-called Hindu rebels, Singhki had really found a little bit of a leader.

Power can make people young.

"My Ming army has been deployed, and then, it's time for you to behave."

Ma Dajun rode on a horse, spread out a simple map, drew two red lines with a cinnabar-dyed red brush, and handed it to Singhji.

"Ben Shuai's Chinese army will drive directly to Delhi, and then bombard the city of Delhi, your task is to outflank the left and right along the line, call on and organize more noble people along the road to participate, be sure to encircle Delhi, cut off Mahmud's breakthrough and escape routes."

Singhki's face was a little embarrassed: "Marshal, with all due respect, although the followers of the gods are not afraid of death, our combat effectiveness is not the opponent of the infidels, and it is difficult for us to stop Mahmud in the blocking battle to cut off the breakthrough line." ”

"That's something you need to think about, not me."

The old god was sitting on a high-headed horse, and Ma Dajun snorted coldly: "Military law is ruthless, if you can't do this errand well, then you are not qualified to meet my emperor of the Ming Dynasty, let alone the matter of enthronement." ”

There was no governor, let alone a pope.

If you can't complete the military order, you will lose your life if you are careless.

Singh Ji swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and then nodded heavily: "No problem." ”

After that, Singh Ki turned his head and ran, this ascetic did not know how to ride a horse, but his foot strength was ashamed of himself.

After Singhji left, a staff officer with the army approached Ma Dajun and wondered.

"Ma Shuai, with this group of natives, can you stop Mahmud's army? Once Mahmud breaks through from both flanks, it will be difficult for our troops to catch up unless they abandon their heavy artillery. ”

"The Art of War: Surround the three queyi, I arranged it on purpose."

Ma Dajun looked at the sun and frowned: "It has been almost three months since I arrived in Allahabad, and I don't believe that Mahmud has not received any news, and now Delhi doesn't know what the scene is, let alone whether Mahmud is like the Timurid Khanate to ask for help."

In any case, our army must seize the time to conquer Delhi, and then drive north to Panipat to complete the strategic tasks set by the General Staff, so I will hand over the task of encircling the two flanks to this group of wastes who have no combat effectiveness, in the hope that Mahmud will be more timid and lead the army to withdraw from Delhi. ”

Once out of the fortified city of Delhi, Mahmud's only place to go was to head south.

When he dispersed the intercepted Indian defense forces and went south, he was followed by the coalition forces of the six southwestern countries, and no matter how the battle was fought, it was not the blood and lives of the Ming soldiers that were consumed.

The Ming soldiers had only one task, that is, to seize Panipat, and even attack the fort by surprise, and block the Hindu Kush Mountain Road, which was called the golden artery of the 'Southern Silk Road' by Zhang Qian, the Marquis of Hanbo.

In order to achieve a geographical blockade of the whole of India, so that the Ming Dynasty can safely develop and seize everything in this land and feed back to the country.

Ma Dajun's idea was excellent, but he never thought that at this time, Mahmud was already ready to burn the Ming army in Delhi.

It is certainly a shame to be a dead king, but if it is destined to be a dead country, then the martyred emperor will always have more backbone than the king who escaped.

During the months that Delhi was preparing for the resistance, Mahmoud did only one thing.

That is, to hunt down the indigenous people in the city and use them as cannon fodder.

It's definitely a sad battle.

The Ming Dynasty and the North Delhi Sultanate waged war on the land of India, and the main forces of the two sides in the early stage of the war were the people of the land.

No one will feel sorry for the life or death of this group of people, whether it is Ma Dajun or Mahmud.

After conquering the two cities of Moradabad and Meerut, in the face of the quiet city of Derry, which had no intention of breaking through, Ma Dajun decisively issued the order for a full-scale siege.

"Since Mahmud is bent on death, then we will fulfill him."

The gunners began to arrange the artillery array, and as the damp-proof rain cloth was torn off, the heavy guns began to show their bloody mouths and aimed at the city of Derry, a hundred feet away.

In the artillery array, a thousand households stood quietly, and it was not until all the prepared military intelligence from all over the place had arrived that the raised arm of the thousand households fell heavily.

"Boom!"

In an instant, hundreds of heavy artillery pieces roared in unison, and the newly developed gunpowder shells with delayed detonation technology became the main means of attack in this siege.

The bluestone wall did not hold on for even half an hour under such a bombardment, and there was a roaring wail, and a section of the newly cast city wall collapsed.

And the Delhi Indian cannon fodder army standing on the city wall trembling was even more dead and wounded, and even if they survived, they were scattered with ghosts screaming, hugging their heads and running away.

The roar continued, and Ma Dajun had no intention of saving money for logistics and the treasury, even though he saw that the city of Delhi had been cut in half, he still admired it from afar.

It was not until all the barrels could no longer last due to excessive heat conduction that Ma Dajun gave the order to stop firing the cannons.

The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, the ancient city with a history of thousands of years, has almost become a ruin, the entire east gate facing the Ming army collapsed, connecting the city outside the city, all the fortifications and defense buildings, corner towers, etc. were razed to the ground, put in front of the Ming army, is a smooth road.

It's just weird, until this time, no trace of the Sultan Guards in Mahmud has been revealed.

"It seems that Mahmoud wants to fight us in the streets."

Ma Dajun sneered, and said sideways: "Give Singhji an order to let their people attack the city, and the commander wants Mahmud's head." ”

The order was quickly passed into the hands of Singhki, who, albeit with some reluctance, quickly mobilized him.

Inspired and inspired by this Brahmin ascetic, hundreds of thousands of scrawny Hindus were inspired by their fighting spirit and courage, holding simple and shabby farm tools and firewood knives, and took the charge in hoarse voices.

Dense crowds poured into Delhi like ant tides.

However, the first enemy this group of Hindus encountered was not the pagan who had once ridden on their heads.

Rather, they are siblings of the same roots.

"If you don't resist or defect, then the corpses of your family will fill all corners of Delhi before the Ming enter the city."

Under Mahmud's bloody orders, the Sultan Guards arrested hundreds of thousands of women and children in Delhi and put them in a concentration camp, and the husbands, fathers or sons of these women and children were the first main force to resist the Ming siege.

In the siege of Delhi, there will never be a victorious Indian, only the army of Ma or Mahmud who can compete for victory.

"Father."

On the front line of the siege war, Singh Ki, who was rushing to command, was stunned by this shout, and looking back, it turned out to be his adopted daughter Sana.

"Why are you here!"

Singhki was a little confused, but more often angry.

The customs of the Ming people have a lot of control over the daughter-in-law, and it is the most basic requirement not to go out of the door, and his adopted daughter, the concubine of the dignified Ming second-class general, actually came to Delhi from Allahabad quietly.

"Don't you know how dangerous it is here now, you go to the marshal's tent now, and wait for your father to take Delhi, my daughter, and you will become the princess of Delhi."

Sana didn't look happy or expectant, but covered her mouth, her eyes full of tears.

"Father, those who are at war with us now are all believers in the gods, we are killing each other, father, order a truce, you are the priests of the gods, you can use words to inspire them to become helpers, and we will fight the infidels together."

"Nonsense!"

Singh Ji shouted angrily, shook off Sana, who was holding his left arm with both hands, and reprimanded: "On the battlefield, there is only the enemy and me, and the people in Delhi City dare to take up arms to resist me, that is, they have already deviated from the great three main gods, they are not qualified to be called the people of the gods, I kill them, it is a matter of course." ”

No one is qualified to stop Singh Ki from setting foot on Delhi soil.

However, no matter how desperately Singhki wanted to enter Delhi, the motley army under his leadership obviously did not have as much determination and fighting spirit as he did, and after encountering the desperate resistance of his compatriots in the city, this seemingly overwhelming general attack did not hold on for even an hour, and retreated.

This is simply a shame in the history of war!

Singhki's face could not be hung up, and he stood up and criticized several Kshatriyas who were the commanders of this provisional army with great vigour.

"Look at what you've done, we have hundreds of thousands of people, and we have weapons from the gods to help us break down the walls that stand in our way.

Now in front of you is Delhi, the city where we have worshiped the gods for thousands of years, and now, the infidels who live here are the infidels, and if you are still the people of the gods, you should show your courage to tear down all the heretical temples and kill every infidel.

Let us fight, hold our weapons tightly, and fulfill this glorious and great mission. ”

Singhki's words barely ignited the enthusiasm of the Hindus, and the frustration of the attack was temporarily swept away.

Soon, the reinvigorated Hindus organized another attack.

They were bustling wildly, as if to give themselves courage, or to dispel the fear of centuries of being ruled by the Green Cult.

And at this time, Ma Dajun also issued a new order.

The 200,000 elites of the Ming Dynasty, who had been stopping outside the city to watch, began to clean up and sweep the outer areas of Delhi City. The task of attacking Delhi was all handed over to Singhki and his army of believers cannon fodder.

As the sun moved westward and the afterglow fell, Delhi was a completely isolated city.

Mahmud and his sultanate begin the countdown to destruction!

(Tomorrow Saturday will make up yesterday's arrears.) ）