As night fell, Ma Dajun, who was sitting upright in the brightly lit tent of the Ming army commander, was sitting upright like frost. In front of him was Singhki with an awkward look on his face.

Singki's troops attacked for a whole day, let alone entering the inner city of Delhi, even the outer area, which had been blown to the ground by Ming army artillery fire, could not make any decent breakthroughs.

In one day, Singhki organized at least three attacks, but without exception, all of them were beaten out. Apart from throwing down thousands of corpses, there was no achievements worth mentioning.

"I have fought for so many years, and this is the first time today that I have seen such an unbearable army."

The ruthless reprimand words were spoken from Ma Dajun, making Singhki, who was already embarrassed, even more hot.

Victory is close to you, and the infinite bright future is within reach, but you can't catch it no matter how hard you do it.

Singhki opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the rebels' bad behavior made him unable to say anything.

"Okay, you go back to the camp and continue tomorrow."

Frowning, Ma Dajun waved his hand, and Singhki's feet were oiled with relief.

Although Ma Dajun did not have a clear order to require Singhki to end the war within a few days, the latter still felt very stressed. He did not want Ma Dajun or the Ming Dynasty to underestimate it, so in the following days, Singhki still bravely organized several decent offensives.

There are not many Indian men in Delhi City, and the number is obviously not as large as Singhki's team. Even if their courage and determination are even greater, they are declared lost on the sixth day.

The rebels finally rushed into the inner city of Delhi under the command of Singki's "wise" on the bodies and blood of their compatriots.

The excited Singhki couldn't wait to enter Delhi City, but before he could move forward surrounded by the group of excited Kshatriyas around him, the sound of cheering and excitement instantly turned into endless wails and screams.

What Singhki saw was the purgatory scene of the rebel army he had worked hard to form was cut by countless elite soldiers.

The Sudan Guards, who had been hiding for several days, finally arrived at the battlefield with plenty of rest and full food.

Although Mahmud's guards were even less than 20% of the Indian Rebels in terms of numbers, the huge gap in combat effectiveness was enough to make up for this number.

Fighting became a one-sided trend from the beginning.

"marshal."

Under such a battle situation, Singhki had to hurriedly find Ma Dajun and ask for help from the latter.

"The fighting power of this group of pagans, Mahmud, is too strong. We are not opponents. In an hour, we will only be driven out again. I ask the Ming army to participate."

If you enter Delhi at this time, you will be fighting street battles with the Sultan Guards.

Just as Mahmud said, Daming'erlang's blood will dye every inch of land in Delhi.

Ma Dajun looked at Delhi, which was shouting and killing from afar. The corners of his mouth opened and a strong smell of blood began to emit.

"Transfer the cannon array to move two hundred feet forward and fire the gun into the city of Delhi!"

As soon as Singhki finished speaking, his face turned pale in an instant.

"marshal!"

Now in Delhi, the Hindu rebels are intertwined with the guards. At this time, fire the guns, and it means that we will not distinguish between enemies and us.

Ma Dajun was in the mood to pay attention to Singki because the mission of this cannon fodder army had been achieved.

Next.

Life and death are at peace with your destiny!

Singhki's pleading and opposition had no effect. He also started moving hundreds of thousands of Ming troops who were waiting for work. Hundreds of artillery formations that had been parked for six days moved forward, then raised the cannon barrel and roared again at the direction of the shouts of killing in Delhi City!

This time, the fire broke out directly Mahmud, who was wearing armor in the palace in the city, and he roared and sweared.

"Madman! The marshal of Mingren is a madman!"

No one dared to believe that Ma Dajun would issue such an order.

This is a commander who only sees the lives of the Ming soldiers. Apart from that, the army of any country is just cannon fodder and victims.

The sound of footsteps began to sound outside the palace, and a guard commander rushed in with blood all over his body, his face covered in blood and panic.

"Sultan, we can't stand it anymore."

The flesh and blood body could not resist gunpowder shells. The roar of hundreds of heavy artillery almost flattened the entire Delhi. In just two quarters of an hour, the casualties of tens of thousands of guards reached 30%, and the rest of the battle will was on the verge of collapse.

Mahmud stood there without any indication, and his ears were full of deafening explosions.

"I allow you to lead the army and surrender to the Ming Dynasty."

With a 'clang', Mahmud pulled out the sword from his waist, and smiled miserably.

After saying that, there was no more nostalgia. He pulled his right hand and pulled up the blood arrow and ejaculated it.

The body that lost its life fell backwards.

From then on, dust returns to the earth.

This Sultan, who ascended the throne at a young age, wanted to save the throne from the collapse of the building, wanted to centralize the governors of various states and reshape the glory, withdrew from the stage of history.

Resentment is only resentment, he is too far away from Allah and too close to the Ming Dynasty.

The guard commander was frightened and climbed up and climbed up to the front. He picked up Mahmud's body and started crying silently. It took a few minutes before the guard commander stopped his sadness, picked up Mahmud's body in a daze, walked up to the king's stairs step by step, put the body on the throne and fixed it in a seat.

Organize your appearance and wear a crown.

Until everything was given up, the satisfied guard commander did not care about Mahmud's order to surrender before his death, but instead knelt at Mahmud's feet, took out a dagger and stabbed it into his heart.

The picture of the king and his subjects is frozen at this moment.

No one went to spread the news of Mahmud's death. The guards who were thrown into the streets and alleys in the city did not even know that the sultan they were protecting for their lives had died. They were still strong resistanceists, or were numbly waiting for the arrival of death.

"The order to stop artillery and the army enters the city!"

Ma Dajun raised his hand and looked at the lost Singhki, who was in a state of disgrace and said.

"I will not accept surrender or captives!"

As long as there is no living person, no one will know about this.

In the future, dirty water can be poured on Mahmud's head. After all, the Green Cult has done a lot of massacres on this land.

Ma Dajun turned his head and looked at Singhki and narrowed his eyes.

"Congratulations, Singhki, Governor!"

Singhki, who came to his senses, shuddered, and his heart, which was already sad, suddenly became much clearer.

Finally, I am about to enter Delhi, and entering Delhi means that I am about to become the governor of India!

At this time, we cannot destroy our relationship with this Ming marshal.

"In order to drive away the pagans, the people of the gods will never fear death. Although we have paid a heavy price, as long as we recover Delhi, these sacrifices will be worth it."

(Three chapters left)
Chapter completed!