Delhi, the capital of the Mughal Empire, is a beautiful and rich city. Bahedu, the third son of Emperor Aurangzeb, guards here on the orders of his old father. He is a kind and gentle prince who follows the principles of his old father.
Different from his strict religious policies, he maintained good relations with the Sikhs who believe in Sikhism and the Rajputs who believe in Hinduism.
However, this relationship does not seem to be reliable. Under the call of Guru Sinha, the Sikhs in Punjab came out of the mountains to revolt. The Sikh general Banda raised his troops and captured Sattora and Longar, approaching Peshawar;
The leader of the Rajputs, Maharaja Pratap Singh of Mewar, ignored their friendship and suddenly raised troops, captured Karachi and Shikarpur, and surrounded Multan.
"Alas! The country is in such troubled times!"
Bahedu let out a long sigh. His father's southern expedition brought away a large number of elite soldiers. There were only 30,000 elite soldiers in Delhi. Even if local troops from various places were added, the strength would not be enough. If troops were sent to suppress the Sikhs and Rajputs,
The capital will inevitably be empty; however, if we ignore it and allow these two forces to gain strength, they will still threaten the security of the capital.
He couldn't help but blame his father deep in his heart. Once upon a time, the Sikhs and Rajputs were loyal subjects of the empire, but they were forced to do so by his father's strict religious policies!
"Your Highness, the thieves are as powerful as fire. Every time they delay, they will get stronger! If you keep cutting off, you will be disrupted!" Namgar, the confidant and beloved general, came to admonish.
He knew that what his confidant said was right. No matter what decision he made at this moment, it would be better than no decision. He gritted his teeth and said: "I will lead an army of ten thousand to conquer the Rajputs. You will lead an army of ten thousand to conquer the Sikhs."
The garrison of Lahore and Peshawar assisted in the battle, and Captain Chador stayed in the capital.
"Yes, Your Highness." Namgar straightened his body and responded, suddenly feeling a chill coming over him.
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"What, King Nibala refused our army's request to enter?" After hearing the report from Wu Jingbo's royal seal, Duke Li Dingguo of Qin's eyes widened angrily, and small flames burst out from his chest. How dare a small country refuse the Ming Dynasty's request?
How abominable!
Today's Ming Dynasty, with its national power rising day by day, and everyone at the top and bottom in high spirits, cannot tolerate the vassal countries saying no. What's more, the Nibala country is not only small, but also divided into pieces.
The country is currently at the end of the Malla dynasty. Since the death of King Yakshi Malla in 1482, several sons have taken their own sides in the Kathmandu Valley and split into Kantipur (now Kathmandu) and Bhaktapur.
, the three kingdoms of Patan are fighting each other and killing each other, and there are Gorkha people in the west of the Kathmandu Valley who are ready to make a move. How can the small place be divided into four parts, how can it become stronger?
"Duke of Qin, will you send another envoy to persuade King Nibala?" Wu Jingbo Wang Guoxi asked. The King Nibala he mentioned refers to King Narayan Shah of Kantipur, who has a great reputation among the countries.
Right, considered orthodox.
"No need, since they are shameless, why should we give them face?" Li Dingguo sneered: "Send troops directly, force through the Jilong and Nyemula Rift Valley in Jiademandu, and then capture the capital of Oud.
Allahabad".
Forcibly passing through the territory of other countries without their permission may sound domineering, but it represents the confidence of the most powerful country in the world.
Wang Guoxi perked up after hearing this, nodded in agreement, and prepared to return to camp.
On March 26, the 22nd year of the reign of Emperor Guangwu of the Ming Dynasty, at 3:30 p.m. (4:30 in the morning), Li Dingguo's troops, Yang Huai, and Sun Gui's troops launched a surprise attack on the Rift Valley area of Jiademandu, the capital of Nibala.
Others were fighting the Mughal army, but he was fighting the army of Nibala, a vassal state of the Ming Dynasty.
In order to teach this vassal country a lesson and learn how to be a younger brother, Li Dingguo chose a ruthless man: Yuan'an Bo Chen Youlong as the pioneer. Yes, he was the "Five Hell King" who liked to skin people.
Because of his participation in the rebellion, the Five Hell Kings were exiled for four years and were severely depressed. Finally, they got the opportunity to lead the army again. How could they not kill enough?
His deputy, Guangchang Bo Li Yuanyin, who also participated in the coup, was also a bold guy. The two led five thousand sergeants to kill them, and quickly killed three thousand soldiers near the two major rift valleys of Jilong and Niemula.
The Nibala army was killed and dispersed. Normally, they had already gained the upper hand, so they should have surrendered as soon as possible, and quickly crossed the rift valley to fight the Mughals. However, the King of Five Hells was bold enough to do it, and only led a thousand soldiers to arrive.
At the foot of Jiade Mandu City.
Seeing that his troops were few, King Narayan Shah of Kantipur sent five thousand troops out of the city to attack, but they were killed and suffered a major defeat.
He regretted it. If he had known that refusing the Ming's permission would lead to military disaster, he would have borrowed it a long time ago. Who would have thought that the always gentle Ming would actually go to war without declaring it and directly seize the Rift Valley area of Jiademandu?
Although he claims to be orthodox, Nibala is not only his own country, but also Badgang, Patan, and Gorkha. If the Ming Dynasty supports other forces to deal with him, things will be bad!
"Your Majesty, the Ming army is so powerful that it is better to defend the city," a confidant said.
"Damn it!"
The white-bearded old prime minister glared at the man angrily, "Even if our country is prosperous, it cannot compete with the Ming Dynasty, let alone today?"
This prime minister was a veteran of Narayan Shah's father's time and was highly respected. When he got angry, the man immediately did not dare to say anything.
"Then what do you think we should do?" Narayan Shah sighed and looked at the old minister for help.
"If you can't defeat them, then you have to surrender. Why don't you open the city gate and plead guilty to the Ming army. Their goal is the Mughal Kingdom, and they will definitely forgive you!"
"Alas!"
Narayan Shah grimaced, as if he was protesting what kind of world this was. It was clearly the Ming Dynasty that invaded his country without permission, but he wanted to plead guilty to the Ming Dynasty. The protest was ineffective. Whoever has a strong fist these days will be punished.
Reasonable.
He knelt on the ground to plead guilty, which made it difficult for the Five Hell Kings to take action. Chen Youlong secretly cursed "bad luck" and had to send someone to report to Li Dingguo.
Li Dingguo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His goal was the Mughal Oudh Province, but he had no time to delay here. Now that King Nibala had admitted his mistake, Ming Dynasty saved his face and just went downhill.
He gently helped Narayan Shah up, comforted him for a few words, and then quickly headed south through the two rift valleys.
General Aude never expected that the Ming army would come from the direction of Nirvana, and he was caught off guard and lost consecutive battles. Even the capital Allahabad was lost.
Allahabad is located at the confluence of the Ganges and Yamuna rivers, meaning "the city of Allah".
Li Dingguo strolled in the city, leisurely and at ease. According to the battle plan, after taking the Oud province, he should wait for the friendly army Yang Huai here, then join forces and fight to Delhi. While waiting, he quietly observed
Local customs and customs.
"Mr. Qin, the sentinel has returned. The city of Delhi is empty, and there are only ten thousand defenders." Wu Jingbo Wang Guoxi ran over excitedly.
Should he continue to march north to seize the enemy's capital, or wait here for the arrival of the main force? History has given the Duke of Qin a multiple-choice question.
"The whole army goes north and captures the enemy's capital", Li Dingguo made the decision without even thinking.