In the luxurious palace of Delhi, Sultan Sikandar sat on his throne as if on pins and needles, unable to sleep or eat well.
The Delhi Sultanate, which has ruled Northern India for three hundred years, is about to disappear. The Ming people are more powerful and terrifying than imagined.
Three armies attacked Northern Tianzhu. Each army was invincible, attacking cities and lands, and conquering all. 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 be indifferent to them now all begged grandpa and grandma, pretending to be 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 and 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 also 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 has always been giving me a headache, actually organized a large army and started a fight with the Ming 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.
¡°All the stumbling blocks that could hinder Ming¡¯s footsteps have been cleared away, and Delhi is like an undressed girl, waiting for the arrival of the thugs.
"Great Sultan, the Ming army is only 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 must 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 at all 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 no longer go back to Afghanistan. The Persians are now 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 the point where there is no way out.
&nbsA saber lit up, and the people who were stabbed by the sunlight could not open their eyes.
"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 people and he had 20,000. However, since the other party was not afraid at all, he took the initiative to attack him. This made the cavalry of the Delhi Sultanate angry.
One by one, they raised the scimitars in their hands, urged the horses on their crotches, and rushed towards the opponent with anger.
It was like two turbulent waves crashing into each other. In an instant, like dumplings being dropped, countless figures fell off the horse.
Countless cold lights flashed continuously, bringing out splashes of red, the sound of fighting, the mournful sound of war horses, and miserable 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, 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. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com