Zhu Su was startled, and immediately put aside the thoughts in his mind, and followed the soldiers to climb the city wall to look at the movements of the troops outside the city. On the field outside the city, three armies were seen marching slowly from three directions outside the city, each holding a banner. Judging from the dust stirred up, there were probably thousands of people.
"The reinforcements coming from King Qin?"
"They are nothing more than a bunch of local chickens and dogs. Your Highness, I am willing to behead all the barbarian generals for Your Highness!" Di Meng bowed down.
Seeing this, all the generals were suddenly startled and quickly bowed down to ask for battle. You said you wanted three thousand men and horses, and I said only one thousand. It was as if the dust coming from outside the city were thousands of pigs, not an army. . I have always regarded them all as meritorious deeds that can be picked up for nothing.
Also, after seeing the quality of the so-called elite soldiers in Poison King City, it is really difficult for these generals of the Ming Dynasty to take the combat effectiveness of these three brothers seriously. 50,000 is reduced from 8,000 to 40,000. How can we not seize such an easy opportunity to gain merit?
"There's no rush... just wait and see, they don't seem to be hostile." Zhu Su said, motioning the generals to look forward.
All the generals turned their heads to look, but as Zhu Su said, they saw the three armies marching more than ten miles outside the city, then stopped, and then several men from each army galloped forward. These people had no weapons in their hands. They raised their hands all the way to show that they were not hostile. When they arrived at the city, they started to shout something.
"Where is Huang Guan?" Zhu Su said. "Let him translate and translate. What are these people talking about?"
Huang Guan was at the foot of the city at this time. Because there were no towers in the Shendu city wall, they were worried that the scholars would be accidentally hit by arrows, and they also disliked them being in the way in case of a fight. Therefore, although they followed the soldiers to the city wall, they were blocked by the city wall because of Zhu Su's order. The soldiers below blocked the wall. Now that Zhu Su had summoned him, Huang Guan was led up to the wall by the soldiers. After listening to a few words, Huang Guan said: "Your Highness, they said that they are envoys of various sects and have come to Delhi to meet the new Sultan."
"The new Sultan?" Zhu Su smiled brightly, and then said: "In that case, let them enter the city."
"The defenders on the city must not slack off. Cao Yuan, you will be in charge of the defenders on the city wall. The rest of the generals will follow me back to the palace."
"I will meet these so-called sect messengers today."
The palaces of the Delhi Sultanate are gorgeous and complex, full of exotic charm, with arches, domes, carvings and columns filling every corner of the palace. It's a pity that it is too complicated, and it reveals the meaning of manifestation everywhere. If ordinary people first come to this palace, they may be amazed and ecstatic. But Zhu Su was a Ming prince who had seen the world. Sitting high in the palace, he seemed content and even disdainful. It is precisely because of this that his nobility shines through.
The three groups of so-called sect envoys were invited to the palace. Seeing Zhu Su's appearance, they couldn't help but feel a little more wary of the new "Sultan" who had captured Delhi.
The three of them seemed to already know that this was a team from the distant Ming Dynasty. Although Zhu Su and the others occasionally showed curious and careful looks, they were not much surprised. Zhu Su sat upright and nodded lightly when he saw them leaning over to salute. "You three are here, do you have something important to do?"
On the side, Huang Guan, who acted as a translator, had conveyed Zhu Su's words to these body poison envoys.
The first messenger on the left came out. He was wearing a clean white robe and an almost iconic turban on his head. As soon as Huang Guan finished speaking, he couldn't wait to say: "A great general from the Ming Dynasty."
"We already know that you defeated the weak Sultan Firouz. Now that you have occupied Delhi, we are willing to recognize you as the new great Sultan of Delhi."
"However, Delhi is the country of the True Ancestor. You need to convert to the True Ancestor, otherwise, you will bear the wrath of all Muslims..."
"Oh?" Zhu Su raised his eyebrows and chuckled in disbelief. From the architectural style of the temple in the city when he entered the city, he knew that the Delhi Sultanate believed in Islam. This messenger in white robe seems to be the messenger of local Islam.
"I know what you mean. Stand down, next one." Seeing that the Islamic envoy wanted to continue boasting, Zhu Su waved his hand, and his soldiers stepped forward and "invited" the envoy politely.
The second messenger was dressed in red robes, and his attitude was much more respectful than that of the previous Islamic messenger. He bowed his head and said: "Great Sultan of Trust, I am the Brahmin priest Apcha. We already know that you are the messenger of Lord Brahma. We hope that you will allow us to build the temple of Lord Brahma in Delhi to spread the power of Brahma." …”
This is the messenger of Brahmanism, Zhu Su knew it in his heart. It seemed that he had been acting like a ghost in front of the Brahma Temple, making these Brahmans think that he was close to their sect. Zhu Su smiled slightly to show that he understood, waved his hand to this person, and then motioned for the third person to come forward.
"His Royal Highness the Great Zhou King of the Ming Dynasty, the poor monk Zendaya, I extend my most sincere greetings to you, Amitabha..." The third skinny old man was obviously a Buddhist ascetic. What surprised Zhu Su was that this The monk did not need Huang Guan's translation, but he could communicate with Zhu Su in Chinese.
Although the pronunciation is not very standard, there is no doubt that it is indeed Chinese.
"Master Zendaya, this king is polite." Hearing this local accent, Zhu Su felt a little warm. "Master understands Chinese? Haha, it's really rare. Where did you know the details of my identity?"
"Your Highness is very polite. It's not that the poor monk is extraordinary, but it can be seen from the flags outside the city... When the poor monk was young, he went east to Dadu with the caravan, so he knew Chinese..." Seeing Zhu Su's tone, which was stronger than before. The two became closer, and Zendaya said with his hands together. If you know more languages, you will be able to take advantage of it.
"The poor monk came here with a heartless invitation. Your Highness also knows that this place was originally the old land of Sakyamuni, and it was supposed to be a Buddhist country. However, this place has suffered from frequent disasters, paganism is rampant, Tianfang Sect, Zoroastrian Sect, etc. have prospered. On the contrary, my Shakyamuni Buddhism is slowly declining."
"His Highness comes from the east, so he knows that our Buddhism is righteous... I sincerely ask Your Highness to build Buddhist temples in this Delhi area. We are willing to help Your Highness teach the people of Sri Lanka and stay in this place forever..."
Zendaya said, he was thin, but his eyes were burning when he looked at Zhu Su, as if he hoped that Zhu Su would open his mouth immediately and help him revitalize Buddhism here.
Zhu Su narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said haha: "Haha, Master, I must be tired from coming from afar."
"...the other two envoys are also tired from the journey. In this country of Ming etiquette, there is no reason not to let the guests have a rest first."
"Huang Guan, it's up to you to make arrangements to find a resting place for these masters. As for the matter discussed, we will discuss it slowly and in the long term..."
(End of chapter)
