Achim is not interested in caring about the future of the empire!

He only knows that if he doesn't seize the opportunity, he will have no future, his brother has already killed the fourth child, cleared him of an important competitor, and then he used the help of Yang Feng in the name of his father to kill his brother in one fell swoop, and the throne will be in hand, and when the time comes, he will learn from his grandfather, find a palace and put his father under house arrest, and he will officially ascend the throne, as for the benefits to Yang Feng, this is not worth mentioning at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Is the throne important or that important?

Immediately afterwards, he led the two sons of the fourth child to run to the generals to complain about his brother's cruelty with blood and tears, so the latter immediately became indignant and said that he would crusade against the traitor with His Royal Highness the Prince!

The main thing, of course, is that they knew that the Ming army would go to war.

The generals of the Mughal army, who had just been beaten by the Ming army, of course knew that with Yang Feng to help Azim, it would be a sure win, in this case, who would not fight to be the minister of the dragon? Immediately after that, a group of 20,000 elite cavalry was selected, commanded by the bravest generals, and then concentrated the war horses to achieve three horses per person, and went west along the Ganges River under the leadership of Azim, and at the same time, the river transport ships full of the 6th and 7th infantry brigades of the Ming Army also went up the Ganges River under the escort of the gunboats of the First Fleet of the River River, and marched to Delhi by land and water.

As for Bahadur. Sand......

He was sick with anger, of course, it is difficult to say which son was angry, anyway, he was really sick, according to the imperial doctor accompanying Emperor Yang, it was diagnosed as a stroke.

Of course, this can be known without a diagnosis.

Anyway, His Majesty, the Mughal Emperor of the Mughal Empire, who is nearly seventy years old, suddenly collapsed on the night when his third son led the army to crusade against his eldest son, lying on the bed trembling and not even speaking, and he couldn't even take care of himself with feces and urine, the only thing he could do was to tremble with one hand and keep making all kinds of strange sounds, and a minister who had been close to him for many years spent a whole hour interpreting, and finally said with a solemn face that His Majesty's will was to be temporarily regent by the third prince.

Well, this wise decision was immediately embraced by the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs.

Then the close minister hastened to catch up with the third prince, who had already set out on his journey, and conveyed to him the will of His Majesty the Emperor, so that Achim could at last continue his great march into Delhi in the name of regent.

In fact, officials from all over the country did not understand what was going on, why was the emperor's army suddenly defeated, why was the emperor captured, why was the emperor suddenly dead, why was the new emperor suddenly ascended the throne, why was the emperor not dead and ordered the rebellion, how suddenly the third prince was regent, all in all, this pace is too fast, so fast that people are dizzying, since this is the case, let's take a look first!

It's better to do nothing than to press the wrong treasure.

And the same governors and local princes who controlled the army......

Well, they're happy about this kind of thing!

The Mughal royal strife is in the interests of everyone except the royal family, and those governors are so happy that they are about to set off fireworks when they hear that the princes are preparing for a bloody battle, they are not afraid that the two brothers will kill each other and shed blood, and they all provide meticulous cooperation for the transit of the rebel army, except for the excuse that the situation is unclear and they did not join which side, what supplies the rebel army needs are all open to supply, and even some of the diligent ones also capture laborers to build bridges and roads for them, so that they can reach Delhi as soon as possible to start cannibalism.

In short, this kind of thing is all good to see.

But although Azim was fast, the speed of another army parallel to him was even faster, after all, his men and horses needed to rest, and it was impossible to keep running, while the Ming army's fleet could advance day and night as long as there was coal and oil, although the speed of going up the current was relatively slow, but it was still easy to run an average of three hundred miles a day. That is, there is a lack of replenishment of fuel along the way, but these river warships are all kerosene mixed boilers, and the endurance is about 3,000 miles, in fact, there is no need to replenish before running to Agra, as for the return trip, just drift down the Ganges.

This huge fleet, before it reached Patna, had already surpassed Azim's army.

The governor of Bihar, one of the original historical ministers Said, was also captured by the Ming army on the battlefield, and this time he returned with the fleet, so he gathered his men and horses as quickly as possible to fill the warships for the Ming army in the shortest possible time, and personally sent the army on. Less than three days later, the fleet arrived in Allahabad, where one of the accompanying princes presented the Bahadur to the Governor of Allahabad. After Sha's edict, His Excellency the loyal governor, another of the Said's brothers, immediately welcomed the Ming fleet with a salute like his brother, and opened the gates to invite the Ming army ashore to rest.

As for the supplies, it's not worth mentioning.

Even he collected hundreds of tons of coal for the Ming fleet, although it was not much, it was commendable.

Then the Ming army set out from Allahabad and continued westward, leaving the Ganges and entering the Yamuna River, which leads directly to Delhi, and after only two days they reached the confluence of the Chambar and Yamuna rivers, which was less than three hundred miles from Agra, but they also encountered a little trouble, and the Governor of Agra actually abandoned the darkness and turned to the light, which means that the Governor of Agra declared his loyalty to Prince Azim.

"I don't know, we don't know!"

Liu Kun said without hesitation.

"Order the fleet to move at full speed, it must reach Agra tonight!"

Then he added.

Well, the Ming army did not know that the governor of Agra had abandoned the dark and transparent.

So this huge fleet quickened into the steeply narrowed Yamuna River, leaving behind the large troop carriers that could no longer move forward, leaving only the Sichuan gunboats and small troop carriers to continue along the river less than forty feet wide, and the Yamuna River was now slowing down, and the fleet at full speed easily ran to a speed of more than thirty miles per hour, and from here to Agra was only more than three hundred li, and at midnight that day, the fleet reached Agra.

And at this time the governor of Agra was defenseless.

First, he never thought that the Ming army would come to fight Agra, in fact, he had already prepared a salute to warmly welcome this fleet tomorrow afternoon, and second, he never thought that the Ming army would be so fast, and it was indeed a bit unimaginable to run nearly 200 kilometers in fifteen hours, so when the Ming army's hundreds of cannons were loaded with air bombs and bombarded the Red Fort in Agra, the governor was still dreaming with his pet in his arms!

Then he waited for a nightmare.

On the crooked Yamuna River, fifty Chuanjiang gunboats lined up, all the cannons were aimed at the Red Fort only four miles away, the muzzles of the guns kept spraying blazing flames, and the cannonballs whistled across the sky, and then smashed down on the castle into a terrifying yellow-green poisonous mist, the fire of the muzzles reflected the night sky, reflecting the beautiful heirloom on the bank of the river ahead, representing the great building of the Mughal Empire's great era, the magnificent palace that was praised by later generations.

Taj mahal.

"It's beautiful!"

Liang Kai, commander of the Sixth Infantry Brigade of the Ming Army, stood on the soft sand, looked at the Taj Mahal close at hand with the eyes of admiring a work of art, and said in a very complicated tone. This marble architectural miracle, at this time in the light of the fire is as exquisite as a piece of high-end porcelain, although he grew up in Nanjing, that vision is also very high, but still have to sincerely sigh for this miraculous building.

It's all the more impressive to think about its next fate.

Because at this time, behind him, transport ships full of soldiers were docking, a large number of heavily armed Ming soldiers were landing and rushing to the palace, and the Mughal soldiers guarding the Taj Mahal rushed out, ready to meet these invaders, but unfortunately they were immediately knocked down by a dense barrage of bullets, and were quickly dispersed like ducks.

This is not a fortress, it is nothing more than some guards, the real guard here is the elite army of the Governor of Agra in the Red Fort, but unfortunately at this time the entire Red Fort is about to be swallowed by chlorine gas, they will never come out to perform their duties. Poor Taj Mahal, at this time, like a stripped goddess, revealing her white and flawless body, in the light of the fire of the cannonball, in the cry of the Ming army's attack, silently wept in the wind, waiting for the invaders to ravage.

Soon as the last loyal defenders fell in pools of blood, the unimpeded Ming army poured into the Taj Mahal like a torrent.

"Huck, it's up to you!"

Standing by the iconic pool in front of the Taj Mahal, admiring her delicate face, Liang Kai patted a humble Ah San on the shoulder and said.

"Rest assured, no one is more familiar with this place than the villain."

The former Taj Mahal guard, a Mughal officer who later returned to the Ming Dynasty in Bangladesh and is now a colonel of the Bengal Royal Defence Guard, said proudly, patting his chest.

"Remember, take everything you can, and leave nothing for them!"

Liang Kai said with satisfaction.

"After this matter is done, I will apply for naturalization for you, and you will be a first-class citizen of our Ming Empire in the future!"

Then he added.

The first-class citizens of the Ming Dynasty are also Han people, which enjoy countless privileges in the subject country, and the Bengalis, even officials and generals, are only citizens of the subject country, or second-class citizens, that is, they are stronger than slaves, it can be said that becoming a first-class citizen is their ultimate dream, after getting this promise, Huck is like a dog that has been rewarded with bones, leading those surging Ming soldiers, directly into the palace of the Taj Mahal, and soon his shouts sounded in the palace.

"This, take it!"

"And this one too."

"Here, the explosives will explode directly!"

…… (To be continued.) )