With the propaganda and leadership of Singhji, a well-known ascetic organization, not only the Hindians in the city of Allahabad, but also countless Hindu Shudras in a radius of hundreds of miles have received the so-called 'oracles'.

Unite to kill all heretics and burn all the Green Popes.

This oracle was given by Singh Ki after offering sacrifices to the so-called deity named Shiva, because of his Brahmin status, which convinced all Hindus.

As a result, a scene that amazed Ma Dajun appeared.

Hundreds of thousands of indigenous people organized and seemed to be impatient to wait for Daming's command, they prepared their own weapons, some broken, old knives and even farm tools, and prepared rations by themselves, even if they were not rich, they were willing to squeeze and support Daming?

"In this world, there are such ridiculous and ignorant people."

Chen Chunsheng exclaimed at Ma Dajun in disbelief, but then, his face became solemn again.

"Dajun, don't you think, this man called Singhki, his appeal is a little too great, you think that Brahmins are the first caste of Hinduism, born responsible for participating in religious activities, not involved in any labor or national tasks. Throughout the day, he is responsible for the worship of the temple, the worship of the gods, and the arrangement of major celebrations such as the small pot festival and the big pot festival.

Below the Brahmins, even the second caste of officials and the ruling class are in the service of the Brahmins all their lives.

Not to mention the lowest caste of the Shudras, who are like ants.

And this Singh Ki was not only a Brahmin pure descendant, but also a rather prestigious ascetic.

With such a noble bloodline, he was even willing to endure hardships for the lowly Shudra, and even did not hesitate to cut off his own arm and live.

All this adds up, but it doesn't make Singhji's status in the hearts of the indigenous people in this land infinitely elevated. ”

Listening to Chen Chunsheng's introduction, Ma Dajun laughed: "You guy, you have been here for two years, but you have become more and more aware of this religion. However, are you suspecting that Singhki is deceiving others, that he is not a Brahmin in the first place? ”

"What Brahmin would be willing to suffer such a sin and suffer such a sin?"

"Who is right about human nature, didn't you say it too, these ascetics have bad brains."

Ma Dajun smiled indifferently: "It doesn't matter what he is, he can be whatever identity love is." ”

Seeing this, Chen Chunsheng was anxious.

"Dajun, if he is lying, it means that this Singhji is a person with a special city, and he is extremely good at disguising himself, then in the future, he will still be a scourge."

Scourge?

Ma Dajun put his hands on the city wall and looked into the distance, which was the location of Delhi.

"If you're worried he's going to be a scourge, get rid of him."

As he spoke, Ma Dajun patted Chen Chunsheng's shoulder and whispered a few words in his ear, until the latter's eyes widened in shock.

"W-is this going to work?"

"It's a matter of people."

Laughing, Ma Dajun turned around and went down the tower, with the arrival of coalition troops from various countries and a large number of supplies from the mainland, this epic battle of Hongda has slowly begun.

And while the Ma army was actively preparing for war, in the city of Delhi, which was not far away, Mahmud was walking nostalgically around his ruined sultan's palace, which had long been plundered.

"That butcher-like Marshal of the Akito is back."

Beside him were his close ministers, and Mahmud made no secret of the fear in his heart.

"Not only did he come, he brought hundreds of thousands of troops."

The children of Allah will not be afraid, but this is just a slogan.

When it comes to Mahmud's identity, there are too many things in this world that are worthy of his nostalgia, especially his own sultan's life, which is more precious than anything else.

"Delhi can't hold it, great Sultan, let's retreat south."

The minister was also frightened, and opened his mouth to admonish.

"We can go to Kasrawad, we can go to Nashik, we can even go to Mumbai, we can get out of here by boat."

After ruling the land for nearly three hundred years, the time has come when this group of Turkic descendants, the followers of Allah of Allah, will have to leave.

However, leaving here is equivalent to giving up all power and status, and giving up the country that the ancestors fought down to the Ming Dynasty.

Mahmud's face showed hesitation and reluctance.

He gave too much to become a sultan.

"There's no point in going south."

After thinking for a long time, Mahmud sighed abruptly: "Those governors are no longer of one heart, maybe when the Ming soldiers push in front of them, they will choose to kneel and surrender, and then tie up me, you and your family to the Ming army."

Rather than give up everything and sail west in a boat to Arabia, I would rather wait here for the arrival of the Ming army, at least, I can die with dignity. ”

Seeing Mahmud so low and desperate, the minister was also a little anxious.

"Earlier, when the butcher first arrived in Allahabad, didn't you send an envoy to the Timurid Khanate asking for help, maybe we held on to Delhi and called on the governors of various places to come to help, and when Timur's reinforcements arrived, we might not necessarily lose."

Reinforcements from the Timurid Khanate?

With a snort, Mahmud laughed, and then, laughing louder and sadder.

"They will not come, when Timur Khan died of illness in Warat, his son Shaharu Khan chose not to mourn, secretly withdrew his army, returned to Samarkand to ascend the throne and imprisoned several nephews of Timurid Khan, although the overall situation was quickly stabilized, and there was no civil war, but it still hurt some vitality.

Now all Shaharu Khan's attention is on the Eastern Chagatai, because not only has we suffered the invasion of the Ming here, but the Eastern Chagatai is also on the verge of extinction, so how can there be extra forces to support us. ”

This is the difference in national strength between the Timurid Khanate and the Ming Dynasty.

Perhaps in the frontal field, the combat effectiveness of the armored cavalry and heavy armored cavalry archers left by Timur is still at this point in time, the world's strongest and most elite army can crisscross Europe and Asia, and even defeat the army of the Ming Dynasty, but so what?

There were only 20,000 or 30,000 Green Cult soldiers in the armor of men and horses, with iron T-shaped armor above the neck, a scimitar in one hand and a shield in the other.

Their mighty main force consisted of nothing more than a mixed cavalry mounted on camels with bows, or dressed in green robes with a pitiful spear.

"Being able to deal with a Chagatai battlefield is already the greatest strength of the Timurid Khanate, but the Ming Dynasty is different, the Ming Dynasty has an innumerable army and an even more terrible reserve population base."

Mahmud sighed, for the first time in his life he felt powerless and hopeless, he looked at the northeast, as if he wanted to see the country thousands of miles away, his heart was full of envy and yearning.

For the Ming Dynasty, as long as the country's finances are healthy, the Weapons Bureau, which produces armor and weapons, will not stop all day long.

Then, even if it is a loss like Tumu Fort, Da Ming can be armed again and again!

300,000, 500,000, 1 million, the Ming can bear it.

"I really envy the emperor of the Ming people, to be able to have such a powerful country."

Laughing twice, Mahmud suddenly shook his spirits as if he had returned to the light.

"Go, call on the children of Allah, awaken their fighting spirit and courage, and fight the Ming people again, so that the blood of the Ming people will soak every inch of Delhi, Allah!"

"Allah!"