The Battle of Delhi ended with the Ming Dynasty's "complete victory".

In this battle that lasted for nearly seven days, the Ming army commanded by Ma Dajun actually killed less than 1,000 casualties and wiped out nearly 50,000 Sudan Guards. This result can be regarded as a miracle in the history of war.

Only those who have experienced the battlefield will know what happened in this war. Even later generations can only see from the lines in the records. The Ming and Yin coalition forces are so brave and morale like rainbows, and how vulnerable the Delhi Sultan Guards are.

The truth is nothing more important than enjoying the fruits of victory after the war.

Ma Dajun saw Mahmud's body in the palace and said to the left and right in admiration.

"Although he is not a capable monarch, he is at least a dignified emperor. He finds some craftsmen who can make coffins from the city to create a good coffin for him and bury him with a generous ceremony according to the courtesy of the Duke and Marquis."

The staff officer took the order and retreated, but Ma Dajun did not have time to take a breath or take a break, but quickly deployed the next task.

"Zhou Jinshan."

"The last one will be there."

A middle-aged man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist came out and waited for Ma Dajun's orders.

"Our army, only your unit is a pure cavalry. It seems that the mission of surprise attack on Panipat is the one that must be yours. It is less than two hundred miles to Panipat. I hope to see your good news at this time tomorrow."

Even the horse army was rushing to attack the city, and the horse army only gave it one day.

"Please rest assured that Ma Shuai will arrive tonight and will be trapped in the city tomorrow morning, so there will be no delay!"

Zhou Jinshan was also a powerful general. He immediately issued a military order, turned his head and ran out of the palace.

"There are various departments, they are burying and creating meals, resting for a night, and then they follow me to the north."

Ma Dajun did not intend to stay in Delhi for a long time. The city was to be handed over to Singhki. His mission was to capture Isgreen Fort as fast as possible.

After Ma Dajun conveyed all the military orders, Singhki, who had been waiting in a distance, found an opportunity and approached him.

"marshal."

That fake smile made Ma Dajun see through what Singki thought at this moment.

The latter seems to be eager to go to Nanjing.

"Don't be anxious."

Ma Dajun patted Singki on the shoulder: "I said, "I am the Ming Dynasty, and I am the marquis and nobles of the Ming Dynasty. How can I break my trust in you? But I am going north to Panipat tomorrow. Besides, the battle is not over yet, so wait."

Although Singhki was anxious, he did not dare to urge him, so he had to thank him all the time while leaving the palace with slackening.

Although the battle was not over, it was time for Singhki and the group of Kshatrian generals in the rebel army to divide or compete for the fruits of victory.

Although Singhki is a pure Brahmin descendant and a so-called priest sacrifice to the three heavenly gods, he naturally has an incomparable appeal and influence among the Hindus masses, but precisely because of this identity, Singhki's power in the rebellion army also limits.

Brahmins are not allowed to be involved in secular power or hold secular positions.

This is the fundamental reason why General Kshatriya was willing to obey Singki's command in the rebellious army.

Their idea is very simple, that is, once the war is over and all the pagans are killed, then this land will only belong to the people of the gods, and the new Mauryan Dynasty will be established. Who will become the king is not a struggle between these Kshatrian castes.

As for Singhki, he should return to his temple and devote the rest of his life to the gods.

"It seems that this old man is anxious."

Chief of Staff Chen Guang said with a smile: "Singehas since he entered the city, Singhki can't even enter the military camp on his side. I heard that he organized a group of people to repair the temple for him. It seems that they will have internal conflicts in the future."

"It doesn't matter who wants to be this governor. What's important is that after becoming the leader, it will be more beneficial to our Ming Dynasty."

"Talk them one by one?"

The two looked at each other, and then they both looked up and laughed.

Unlike Ma Dajun who was gloating and watching the fun, Singhki, who returned to his temporary residence, was now like an ant on a hot pan, scratching his ears and heads in a hurry.

It is true that as Chen Chunsheng once said, Singhki is not a simple character, but Singhki's weakness is also obvious.

He lacks absolute control over the hundreds of thousands of rebels in the city.

Once a head-on conflict occurs, Singhki will never be the opponent of the Kshatriya caste class in the army.

You should know that before the establishment of the Resistance Army, these Kshatriya were all landlords and farmers with huge power on the Ganges Plain. It was because they led their respective semi-cultural farmers and tenants to participate, so that they could have the so-called Resistance Army.

At this time, the relationship between Singhki and these Kshatriyas in India was like the Little Ming King and the Red Turban Army at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

In name, the rebels across the country were led by King Xiao Ming, but in fact they fought and merged with each other, and finally ended with Zhu Hongwu's victory and unification.

Delhi has been captured, and the sweeping of North India is a foregone conclusion. The rest is only waiting for Chen Chunsheng's southern army to curb the counterattack of the governors of various states, and India's unification is unstoppable.

At this critical moment, Singhki urgently hoped to be granted and recognized by the Ming Dynasty and to justify his name as the Governor of India. Only in this way can he hold power legitimately.

Singhki's daughter Sana looked at her adoptive father and advised.

"The war has been completed, why don't my father return to the temple and continue to worship the gods."

"Absolutely impossible!"

Unexpectedly, his daughter would say such words, Singhki stared at Sana fiercely: "It was the rebel army that was only under my call. Without me, the great Lord Shiva worship officer, and those rebels would be like a mess. How could they recover Delhi and destroy the kingdom of heresy? At this time, why should I withdraw!"

Finally, Singhki's tone softened again, and he grabbed Sana's hand and said.

"Daughter, you are the concubine of the general of the Ming Dynasty. Now you can write a letter to General Chen to write to their emperor, saying good things to me, and urging him to enfeoff me as soon as possible."

"You're crazy."

Sana shook Singki's hand in panic: "Do you think the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is a monarch like the pagan Mahmud, but just a nominal king? That's something you can't imagine. His power even exceeds that of the gods. If you ask me to argue with the Emperor in this way, he will probably kill me."

Singhki was stunned. Just now, his daughter actually scolded him?

"Bang!"

Singhki, who was angry and embarrassed, slapped him over: "Without me, you would have starved to death and been eaten by a wild dog. I have raised you for so many years, but you dare to scold me now."

After the anger, Singhki felt a little regretful again, so he bent down and stroked Sana's face and said in a gentle voice.

"It's my father who is anxious, good daughter. If you don't want to write, forget it. Delhi is not safe. You should go back to Allahabad earlier. I'll arrange someone to send you there, okay?"

Sana covered her face and was about to cry.

At this time, footsteps sounded outside the door and a servant ran in.

"The great priest Tividi, the teneur captain Takar, has come and said he wants to see him."

Takar was a Kshatriya, but unlike other noble feudal lords, he was just a down-and-out Kshatriya nobleman. When he formed the rebel army, he had only a few hundred people. Singhki supported him and became the commander of ten thousand men. Under his command, there were only a few thousand self-cultivated peasant troops.

"Let him do it."

Singhki helped Sana up, signaled the latter to leave, and put on some makeup, showing a confident attitude.

"The great priest Tividi, something is wrong."

Without too much courtesy, Takaal's first words after entering the house made Singhki's mood fall to the bottom.

"Rajip and Vog and others discussed joining together all Mansab, going to find the marshal of the Ming people, and discussing the redemption of the governor."

In an instant, Singhki's face suddenly became extremely ugly, even more so than when the Ma Dajun issued the order to bombard Delhi without discrimination.
Chapter completed!