There are no enemy ships to block it, and the boat sails naturally smoothly on the water. Although he was traveling against the current, his speed was acceptable. Soon the fleet arrived near a city, so Zhu Su immediately ordered to disembark directly here.
The Delhi Sultanate was founded as a military fief. This city named Multan was naturally also a military city, with relatively tall walls and more than a thousand troops. However, since it was built near the river, the city defense was naturally vulnerable to the Ming army led by Zhu Su. Under the roar of the cannons on the ship, the city wall that these poisonous people thought was extremely strong was actually like paper. Before even a stick of incense, the city wall was blasted open.
What followed was a one-sided pursuit. Even as soon as the Ming army landed and formed a formation, the enemy soldiers in the city began to open the city gates and flee. To them, weapons that are loud and can blast away city walls are simply a punishment from the gods. Even the most courageous generals have no courage to fight them.
When the Ming army occupied the city without bloodshed, there were even many soldiers and civilians kneeling beside the roads in the city who had no time to escape.
"The soldiers of this country are really weak!" Di Meng, the member of the Guards Corps, exclaimed.
"Your Highness, do you need to post a list of articles to inform the people in the city?" A supervisor from the Imperial College came to ask Zhu Su for instructions. However, despite what he said, looking at the civilians who only knew how to kneel and worship, and listening to the unintelligible words in their mouths, even they themselves felt that posting the list had no effect on these poisonous people.
"...Forget it, the walls of this city have been blasted by our artillery fire. If you want to garrison here, you need to not only calm the people, but also re-build the city walls and send troops to garrison."
"We don't understand the language here, so it would take time and effort to do these things. It's better to use military skills and speed, and capture the capital of this country before the leader of the country can react, and then wipe out all the troops of the King of Qin under the capital city. "Zhu Su said.
"When you enter the city to replenish food and supplies, you need to rest overnight and open the warehouse to distribute food to the common people. You and other Imperial College students will go to the city lord's palace to search for the map of this country, or find a way to ask the people who know the way. Wait until early tomorrow morning. Let the army march out."
So the three armies responded to the order and went to search for food and grass in the city. The land of this country is indeed rich. The grain depots in the city are piled up like mountains, which makes several guard generals who are born in the farming industry go crazy. The whole army not only replenishes the grain for one month, but even carries it to the ships outside the city. some.
However, there was an episode. When a general opened a granary to distribute grain to the local people, he found that the people did not dare to come forward when they saw the grain in the granary. Even though some of them were as thin as bones, they only kowtowed to the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty who signaled them to go in to get food, and never dared to take a step forward.
Zhu Su was currently searching for any usable maps in the City Lord's Mansion with several supervisors. After hearing the news, he rushed over from the City Lord's Mansion quite strangely. Sure enough, we saw the poisonous people kneeling on the ground in front of the grain depot, but no one dared to step forward.
"The people here are so numb, how can they be so stupid!" The thin prisoner exclaimed. He never imagined that some of these people seemed to be starving to death, but they still refused to get the life-saving food that was so close at hand.
Zhu Su found clues from the awe in these people's eyes. He raised his head and looked at the environment around the grain depot, seeming to understand something. "It seems that these people are afraid of the gods, so they dare not enter the warehouse to get food."
"Afraid of gods?" Everyone was puzzled.
"Look at this grain depot. Nearby is the temple... Obviously, these confiscated grains are regarded as the private property of the gods in this country." Zhu Su said. The Delhi Sultanate had many different beliefs. Although the Sultan, as the head of the country, believed in Islam, which was called Tianfang Religion at this time, there were people who believed in various religions in each fief. Islam, Hinduism, Zoroastrianism, even Tibetan Buddhism, to name a few. The supreme leader of each fief also served as the head of the local temple, and the temple in this fief was obviously Hindu.
If this food is not distributed as soon as possible, if the defenders here are defeated and come back after the Ming army leaves, they may join the ranks of chasing the Ming army again if they have food. At that time, the only option is to burn the grain depot, but this place has its own national conditions. Burning the temple grain and grass is tantamount to becoming an enemy of all fanatical believers. Crazy fanatic believers will not because of the prestige and power of the Ming Dynasty. They are afraid of force, even if they know that they are hitting a stone with an egg, they will move forward. Given time, it might become a stumbling block for the Ming army.
But such a huge amount of food and grass cannot be transported for a while... Zhu Su thought about it and had a method in his mind.
I saw him walking forward slowly and arriving in the middle of the granary door. Directly above the granary door was a majestic statue of Brahma.
Zhu Su took out the prism from his collar and hung it around his neck. He habitually carried a prism with him to fool people. He pointed it at the sunlight that was shining directly towards the door, and then turned it slightly.
"Ah!" Those numb people who were kneeling on the ground and did not dare to take a step beyond the grain warehouse suddenly became agitated.
I saw a ray of rainbow shining just above the Brahma statue on Zhu Su's head. The seven-color glow flashed, making the Brahma statue even more sacred and unpredictable. Even Zhu Su, who was bathed in the sunshine, was also covered in holy glory.
"Namo Sitai!"
A group of poisonous people knelt down towards Zhu Su with great excitement and reverence. The generals of the Ming army were all shocked. They were amazed at the mastery of their prince's ability to play tricks. As for the Imperial College students who were well-educated in various sciences, all of them looked strange.
They all thought of the first lesson in the Imperial College: if you don't learn mathematics, physics and chemistry, everything will be myths; if you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you won't be afraid of wherever you go...
Mr. Jiaoyu certainly does not deceive us...
Over the years, Zhu Su has been regarded as the founding master of the new school and the master of the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Su, who is only one step away from the contemporary saint, has already learned how to put on airs. His face is solemn and precious, and although he cannot speak poisonous words, he still He pointed his finger at a poor man and called him forward. The poor man did not dare to disobey, so Zhu Su asked the soldiers to fill a large bag of grain for him and motioned to the poor man to take it away.
The poor man was shocked and happy. He knelt on the ground with his hands clasped and muttered to Zhu Su, thinking that the food was a gift from God. With one person to start with, the rest will naturally be much easier, because after witnessing Zhu Su's "miracle", the Ming army who came with Zhu Su seemed to be regarded as "magic envoys". Under the distribution of the "god envoys", the food in the granary was quickly distributed.
"Your Highness, claiming to be a ghost or a god, is this...really okay?" The thin and very inquisitive supervisor had a troubled expression on his face. "Isn't this an act of deception? Your Highness is a new scholar, so you can do it safely."
"If not, are we going to be here and slowly teach these poisonous people to be enlightened by saints, first get them out of the religious cage and then distribute food?" Zhu Su scolded lightly. "Don't forget to apply what you learn and study for the rise of China."
"As long as it is for my great cause of China, even if you use any means, you can still be called a saint!"
(End of chapter)
