In the weather of more than three months, the land of Tianzhu is barely hot, but as the horses gallop, the blowing in the ears is already a boiling hot wind, especially the iron leaves that are still simmered on the body, which is even more sweaty.

This is also a magical land sent by God in the agricultural era, even Jiangnan has just finished rice planting, in this tropical warm atmosphere, the first season of the new year in Bangladesh rice crops have emerged, perhaps because of this hot and blessed environment, this has developed the lazy and lazy character of Indians, and I don't know whether it is a gift or a curse.

More than a dozen sophisticated Arabian horses from the Deccan Plateau galloped along the edge of these dense fertile fields, no wonder the Indians were reluctant to put on armor, the cotton part of the Liaodong standard cotton armor was all cut off, only the armor pieces that were worn up were hung on the body, still hot like a steamer, the helmet was like a cultivator, a stream of steam sprayed outward, and a few hot soldiers were galloping while fanning their faces.

Running wildly at the forefront, even if it was hot and smoking, Wu Sangui still tied that set of armor to death.

To tell the truth, every time Bangladeshi Nawab summons him Wu Sangui to Jida, there is no good thing, this trip to the house is exhausted of spices, to "buy" spices, that trip is idle, find him to play leaf cards and have fun, make a few "wine" money, but these troubles, in the final analysis, can be settled with silver, not a big trouble.

Every time I went before, Wu Sangui also traveled in cool clothes.

But this time, I don't know if it's a thief or what, Wu Sangui's heart is unstable, so under his order, the pro-guards are also collectively armored.

But the heat is so torturous! Seeing that Wu Sangui didn't pay attention to the back, the pro-soldier who leaned on the edge simply uncovered the armor belt, turned over and took off most of the cold-forged armor that had almost become a soldering iron.

Who knows, just such an action will kill him!

At the edge of the rice field, after a few piles of straw that were suddenly piled there, suddenly gunshots rang out, and the gunners habitually poured more fire on the unarmored troops, and the cavalryman supported the half-stripped armor, and opened several bloody eyes on his body, and fell down with blood spurting wildly from his mouth.

During the Song Dynasty, blunt weapons and strong crossbow god arm bows developed to the limit, it was because of the appearance of this cold forging armor that these early fire door guns, arquebuses were not much stronger than the god arm bow, and several fierce sparks erupted on the body, and the huge blow force made Wu Sangui also be bombarded, but he grinned and rubbed the bruised and swollen skin behind the armor, Wu Sangui roared like a leopard and pulled out the knife, roaring furiously.

"Marathas !!"

With his roar and clattering sound, the remaining guards who had fallen off their horses or were still on their horses also gritted their teeth and pulled out their knives.

This kung fu, after the gun was released, the assassin who rushed out from behind the haystack had already killed him, and a steel knife with a pattern slammed directly into Wu Sangui's head and cut it off.

didn't even dodge, Wu Sangui directly took his shoulder, and with a tooth-sore sound of metal friction, the sharp patterned steel cut into the beast's head on Wu Sangui's shoulder, but it was stuck on the cold-forged armor piece of his shoulder, and the roar turned into fear here, and in his frightened eyes, Wu Sangui also roared upwards and picked up the knife.

The exposed chest for the sake of coolness was opened from the bottom to the top, and the hundred steels of the Ming Dynasty were not much inferior to these patterned steels, the lungs were cut, and the mouth was spitting blood foam, and the assassin who was a full 1.9 meters tall fell to the ground like a pillar, and then fell down, splashing dust on the ground.

Ignoring him at all, he was extremely confident in his sword skills, and Wu Sangui had already rushed up to the second assassin like a madman.

There is such a point of view in the forum post bar of later generations, between ten thousand enemies and ordinary generals, the difference is just a good armor, although this is an exaggeration, but a good armor can indeed greatly improve combat effectiveness, and there are many assassins who endure a lot, but it is only on this armor.

Poof, the assassin in front of him was stabbed in the stomach, and before Wu Sangui's personal soldiers turned back, a burst of sparks erupted behind him, and the sturdy cold-forged armor had an extra knife mark, tilting his head, just like a wild bull, the personal soldier who turned around stabbed the knife again with a beast roar.

In the narrow field, in the cruel fight of knives and flesh, in just a few seconds, it was already bloody and bloody, the internal organs and severed hands and feet fell to the ground, and the back, seeing a few Tang people cut like bloody people, the leader of the assassins was also frightened, so he simply threw down his men and turned around and ran.

The knife snorted again, and the guy in front of him stabbed his heart, listening to the footsteps, Wu Sangui didn't bother to pull out the knife stuck in his spine, took out the sidecar from the belt around his waist with his right hand, closed one eye gloomily, and slammed the trigger at the leader of the assassins who threw himself into the rice field.

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The pungent smell attracted flies to the sky, and twenty-two mutilated corpses were spread across the school yard of Dingwu Fort, and the muskets were also tied up and thrown to the side, and a dark-skinned native employee pulled the corpses one by one, and after a while, he pointed to the corpses on the very edge.

"Lord Governor, except for this one, which should be Turkic, the rest are Marathas!"

"How can these people know the itinerary of the master so well?"

Scratching his bare head, the old monk Hewlett-Packard was full of doubts, muttering to himself, on the other hand, Henry, a British employee of the East India Company, was staring at the stack of guns with a frown, and pulled out a shot suddenly, he skimmed his head to endure the discomfort, and wiped the handle of the gun with a handkerchief that sprayed the blood, and after a while, some strange letters appeared under the blood.

"Marseille, Adrian!"

"These firearms are made by the French, a special version of the colony, and they are used as trading commodities with those barbarians in the East, except for those barbarians in the Ming Dynasty!"

"But how could the Marathas get these things! The Mughal Empire forbade direct trade with these princely states! ”

Good guy, two big forces have been involved, but this is not over, pinching his chin and looking at the only corpse of a Turkic without a head, he stared at it for a long time, Wu Sangui suddenly lowered his body, and suddenly ripped open the chest of the corpse, a hideous wolf tooth suddenly appeared in front of him, and suddenly, a clear smile appeared on his handsome face, Wu Sangui fiercely pulled the wolf tooth necklace down, and immediately swayed in front of Monk Hewlett-Packard and his British partner.

"Nawab palace guards, Knights of the Wolf Fangs!"

"No wonder I feel familiar!"

"That makes sense!"

Monk Hewlett-Packard shook his head with a little headache, and snorted helplessly: "Jida also has a lot of Maratha garbage, and trades with the West, and Nawab can also get this kind of musket, plus this timing, the question is, why did Nawab suddenly want to do something to our master, looking at so many East India companies!" Our United East India Company is one of the most disciplined! ”

"The reason doesn't matter, I'll inquire when the time comes!"

The handsome face showed a wolf-like hideousness, Wu Sangui fiercely threw the knife on the door frame, and with a buzz, he gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice: "That waste wants to kill me!" Lao Tzu must play him to death!! ”

"Order to prepare for battle!"

"Master General, wait!"

When Wu Sangui was angry, even if he, the old retainer of the Wu family, was worried in his heart, and he held on, HP waved his hand to restrain Wu Sangui, who seemed to be devouring people, and his eyes once again fell on the corpses of the Marathass, groaning, his faint old eyes lit up suddenly.

"It's all Marathas, and when something happens, the wolf-toothed knight still runs away! This is an obvious planting! ”

"Master General, in this regard, we may still have articles to do! However, it depends on whether you are ruthless enough! ”

"Oh?"

Wu Sangui couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

There was no discrepancy between the plan and the beginning, early the next morning, more than a dozen natives carried the severed heads of the Marathas, followed the Hewlett-Packard monk on a small sailing ship of the East India Company, and went straight to Chittagong.

But since this vice king has made a move, how can Da Ming not continue? Since you think that I think the Marathas are out of the hand, then I will pretend to be stupid to show you, with these heads, the Hewlett-Packard monk is aggressive into the provincial capital to complain.

As soon as this HP left, the entire Kolkata colony also entered a chaos.

In the Tang settlement, the building manager of each building got up when he tried his best to hiss, calling for the Ming immigrants from Kolkata to go out.

"It's going to be a war, everyone goes into the castle to take refuge, just take the soft with you, don't ask for heavy things! Life matters, what about you, what the hell are you doing with a sofa on your back? Dropped! Throw it down! ”

With a series of kicks and hits, a large number of Tang residents rushed in and drilled into the fort.

On the other hand, the wolf-like colonial infantry, united with the native police force, stormed in from house to house, taking nothing else, but grabbing food, and in the cries of the natives, bags of grain were piled up at the gate north of Calcutta, and quickly piled into a hill.

On the other hand, the employees of the East India Company were also trembling and carrying bags of commercial grain in the port dock area, looking at the empty granary, the clerk Henry was trembling.

Wu Sangui himself is also trembling, his heart is also dripping blood, the city in front of him was built little by little by his painstaking efforts, and now the food is robbed, and the people are scattered, which means that he is destroying the foundation of the city with his own hands, and he doesn't know if the relationship with the robbed temple can be restored. Without these low-class natives who worked, how could his Calcutta prosper?

The muscles on his face twitched violently, listening to the natives on the other side of the river crying in the indigenous settlement, and then looking back at the empty Tang people's residence, Wu Sangui raised the torch fiercely!!

(End of chapter)