In the luxurious palace of Delhi, Sikandar Sultan sat on his throne as if on pins and needles, unable to sleep or eat well.
The Delhi Sultanate, which had ruled Northern Tianzhu for three hundred years, was about to disappear. The Ming people were more powerful and terrifying than imagined.
Three armies attacked northern Tianzhu. Each army was invincible, attacking cities and lands, and conquered everything. In just a few months, most of the area fell into the hands of the Ming Dynasty.
To the east, the Ming people who occupied the Bangladesh Sultanate came from east to west along the Ganges River, fighting all the way. Those local governors who used to ignore them now all begged their grandfathers and grandma, pretending to beg like grandsons.
Send troops to support yourself.
To the south, the army of the Western United Trading Company swept across from south to north, sweeping away all the power of the Delhi Sultanate on the plateau. Several arrogant and domineering local governors were not able to escape, and were killed by the Ming Dynasty.
Killed, now the troops are pointing directly at the Ganges Plain in the north, preparing to seize this most fertile land.
But Sultan Shikandar no longer has the time or energy to take care of the affairs of these two places. He is also unable to protect himself at this moment, because he needs to confront the army led by King Ning.
Forty thousand people guarded Agra, with sufficient food and grass, and the city walls were strong and tall. Originally, Sultan Shikandar had high hopes and planned to surround this newly built city and hold back King Ning's army.
In this way, he would have time to take the gold and silver treasures to Afghanistan to hire more mercenaries. At the same time, he could also gather the scattered garrisons to have a big battle with King Ning.
But who could have imagined that Agra could not hold on for even a day, and the 40,000-strong army was destroyed along with the city of Agra. The gate guarding Delhi was opened, and King Ning's army could attack Delhi at any time.
At this time, good news came again.
Rana~Sangha, who had been giving him a lot of headaches, actually organized a large army and started a fight with the Ming Dynasty people.
He was originally prepared to be a fisherman and wait for the two sides to fight to the death to clean up the mess, but soon, the news came again.
The Ming army easily swept through the 80,000-strong army organized by Rana~Sangha, and completely killed this seemingly powerful army.
The Brahmins and Rājas, who once had an unparalleled opportunity and claimed to be of noble status, knelt at the feet of the Ming Dynasty one by one, expressing their willingness to surrender to the Ming Dynasty and praying for their lives to be spared.
All the stumbling blocks that could hinder Ming's footsteps have been removed, and Delhi is like an undressed girl, waiting for the arrival of thugs.
"Great Sultan, the Ming army is less than fifty miles away from us."
A minister hurriedly came to report.
"Great Sultan, we should evacuate Delhi immediately. The Ming people are too powerful and we cannot defeat them at all. If we persist in resisting, we will only seek death."
"Yes, great Sultan, let's withdraw. If we don't withdraw, it will be too late. The Ming Dynasty's cavalry will definitely be one step ahead, and they may reach the city of Delhi soon."
"The Ming Dynasty's cannons are so powerful that our city walls cannot stop them and will be easily torn to pieces. Our wisest choice is to evacuate Delhi."
In the main hall, the ministers shouted out one after another, clamoring to evacuate Sudan. When they heard the Ming army coming, it felt like the end of the world.
In fact, it is indeed the end of the world.
The people of the Ming Dynasty showed no mercy to them. If they fell into the hands of the people of the Ming Dynasty, they would either be killed or become slaves. Prince Ning himself made his fortune by trading slaves and knew the value of slaves.
Even if it did not fall into the hands of the Ming people but fell into the hands of the locals, they, the Turks and Afghans from Central Asia, would not escape death.
For three hundred years, they have been domineering over them and adopted the strategy of high-pressure rule. They have already accumulated many conflicts. As long as they have the opportunity, they will definitely not mind killing all these Afghans and Turks.
"withdraw?"
"Where to retreat?"
"We can't go back to Afghanistan. The Persians are constantly attacking Afghanistan. They may soon be annexed by the Persians."
"As for other places, they have all been attacked by the Ming Dynasty. The governors of various places have no time to take care of themselves. Where else can we retreat?"
The bloody minister stood up and looked at the escapees in front of him as if he hated iron.
They have reached a point where there is no way out.
The situation in Central Asia and Afghanistan is also extremely complicated. The powerful Persian Empire is learning from the Ming Empire and constantly expanding to surrounding areas. Afghanistan and the two river basins are the main directions of Persian expansion.
"The world is so big, I don't believe there is no place where we can evacuate. At worst, we can be nomadic on the grasslands like our ancestors."
"When you are nomadic on the grassland, do you know how to herd sheep or herd horses? Look at how fat you are like a pig, can you still return to the grassland?"
"you?"
"What did I say? Did I say something wrong?"
"In more than three hundred years, we are no longer the powerful nomadic tribe that swept across Tianzhu. Look at us. We are all made of silk and satin, with fat heads, big ears, and pot bellies. Can you still wear armor? Can you get it?
Do you want to pick up a machete?"
"Then tell me, what should we do?"
"You can't wait to die here, right?"
"What should we do? Of course we have to fight to the death with the Ming people here."
"Have you ever beaten Damingren?"
"If you can beat them, you will beat them. If you can't beat them, you will beat them. Even if you die, you will bite off a piece of their flesh."
"It's no use just talking. Agra is guarded by 40,000 troops and relies on tall and strong city walls, but it can't even hold on for a day. How many days can we in Delhi hold on?"
"..."
Sikandar Sultan looked at the quarreling ministers below and felt extremely irritable.
He looked at the luxurious palace in front of him. This was a luxurious palace that took several generations of dynasties and generations of sultans to plunder the huge wealth of Northern Tianzhu to build.
"Report~"
"The Ming Dynasty's cavalry has arrived at our Delhi city!"
Just as the ministers were quarreling, another person came to report with sweat profusely.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall suddenly became silent. Everyone immediately stopped discussing, with a look of horror on their faces.
The speed of the Ming people is really too fast.
Well, their cavalry has arrived, and it's not that easy to leave.
"Everyone, men, women, old and young, all take up arms. We are here to break the myth that the Ming people are invincible!"
"We have no way out, we can only fight them to the end!"
Sikandar Sultan stood up suddenly.
He doesn't want to leave here, he doesn't want to leave this luxurious palace, he doesn't want to lose his huge wealth, and he doesn't want to lose the countless beauties in his harem, so he must win.
As the Sultan's order was issued, the entire city of Delhi began to become extremely busy.
Sultan Shikandar hurriedly came to the tall city wall, looked outside, and saw a group of cavalry coming to the gate of Delhi like a torrent of steel in the open field.
They were not in a hurry to attack the city, but instead surrounded the city of Delhi.
Although there were only 5,000 cavalry, they displayed an imposing manner like a million-strong army. They were very confident and did not take the Delhi Sultanate's army in the city seriously at all.
"This is just their vanguard cavalry, only a few thousand in number. Kill all these cavalry!"
Shikandar Sultan was also a wise Sultan.
After confirming that only five thousand cavalry surrounded Delhi, Sultan Shikandar decisively issued the order to attack.
There are 20,000 cavalry here in Delhi, and the opponent only has 5,000. What's more, they are Turks and Afghans are nomadic people. How can they be afraid of these Ming people in a cavalry battle?
Soon, the city gate slowly opened, and the cavalry of the Delhi Sultanate surged out like a flood and launched an attack on the five thousand Ning Kingdom cavalry who had just arrived.
"whole team!"
Qin Yuan immediately laughed when he saw the Delhi Sultanate cavalry rushing out.
Sure enough, it came out.
In order to prevent these people from escaping, King Ning ordered his own five thousand cavalry to surround Delhi first. Because the number was small, the other side was very likely to send cavalry to start a duel between cavalry.
As long as all the cavalry in Delhi are killed, these people will not be able to leave even if they want to, and there will no longer be any hidden dangers left.
Following Qin Yuan's order, the five thousand cavalry under his command quickly gathered together, and soon formed neat formations, like squares. It was obvious that this was the most well-trained troop under King Ning.
"Raise the knife!"
Qin Yuan raised the saber in his hand. Behind him, five thousand cavalrymen moved in unison, and the sabers lit up. Under the sunlight, people could not open their eyes when they stabbed them.
"kill!"
With a roar, Qin Yuan took the lead and rushed forward. Behind him, five thousand cavalry followed, forming a torrent of steel and rushing towards the enemy troops who had just rushed out and had not had time to organize their formation.
"Kill all these infidels!"
The other party clearly had only 5,000 men and he had 20,000. However, since the other party was not afraid at all and took the initiative to attack him, the cavalry of the Delhi Sultanate were also angry.
One by one, they raised the scimitars in their hands, urged the horses on their crotches, and charged towards the opponent with anger.
It was like two turbulent waves colliding hard together. In an instant, like dumplings, countless figures fell from the horse.
Countless cold lights flashed continuously, bringing out splashes of red, the sounds of fighting, the mournful sounds of war horses, and pitiful shouts. In the blink of an eye, it was enough to create a cruel scene of a cavalry duel in the cold weapon era.
However, during a confrontation between the two sides, the positions were exchanged, and everyone suddenly discovered that those who fell were all the cavalry of the Delhi Sultanate. Those Ming people seemed to be invincible gods of war, but nothing happened.
