As soon as the fire went down, the aroma of rice wafted out along with the smell of burnt paste, looking at the fierce fire, Henry, the clerk of the East India Company, sat on the ground with his legs paralyzed, this is the harvest of hundreds of thousands of acres in the lower reaches of the Yokogawa, enough to feed a population of more than 100,000 people for more than a year's rations, and millions of taels of silver goods, just like that!

It is true that the Ganges Plain, which is three crops a year, is simply a gift from God to the farming people, but it also takes time to mature, and now is the time when spring rice has just been planted, how do they have to survive these months?

Even if Wu Sangui, who lit the fire himself, his hands were a little shaky, before the war, he destroyed everything with his own hands, and it really took great courage to deal with it, he was also a big gamble in life, just like the monk Hewlett-Packard said, Mao Jue didn't care who dedicated the Mughal Empire to him, but he would never give a loser a second chance.

The fire was blazing, and he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead at those subordinates who were also mixed, those Tang immigrants, and Wu Sangui roared like a wounded lone wolf in the next second.

"Back to the city, reorganize the army! Preparing for !! ”

..

Chittagong is not far from here, and the monk Hewlett-Packard is 800 miles away, and in the early morning of the third day, he returned from Chittavarb, and he is worthy of an old fox, and everything that happened in Chittagong did not exceed his estimates.

Even if he was the mastermind behind the attack on Wu Sangui, Nawab still did not show this hostility openly, and "heard" that Wu Sangui was assassinated, he was very surprised and comforted, and ordered the heads of those Marathas to be hung on the city gate of Chittagong as punishment!

But when he heard that the monk Hewlett-Packard asked to send troops to punish the Marathas, Nawab also obviously played Tai Chi, shirked and rectified the armament, and then had to ask Shah Jahan for instructions, and the monk wanted to take revenge on himself, the Bengali king was also noncommittal, and he acquiesced, and from his point of view, let the Ming people and the unruly Indian native race Marathas consume each other, and he took advantage of the fisherman, just right!

When HP returned with the news, Calcutta had become quiet and lively.

The lively is Dingwu Fort, compared to the equipment in the Chongzhen period, it has been in disrepair for a long time, Mao Jue has gone to the other extreme in the world, the replacement is too fast, three batches of equipment have been replaced for three years, and the old guns have not been eliminated as a strategic reserve.

Some of them, led by veterans, patrolled the walls of the towering forts, while the rest were armed with bayonets and stabbed forward ferociously under the orders of the instructors.

After the revenge war in Manila, the Ming immigrants throughout Southeast Asia, the sense of identity and national pride of the Ming Dynasty has been greatly enhanced, and they learned that the Marathas were coming to attack the Calcutta stronghold, up to eighty, down to eighteen, almost every man was highly moraled, roaring to defend his homeland with blood, and defend the city, Wu Sangui could almost draw more than a thousand.

But what is quiet is the huge city of Calcutta, all the Tang people have migrated to Dingwu Fort, and most of the natives who have gathered over the years have dispersed, even including the police force recruited by Wu Sangui.

The city's grain has been turned into a pile of ashes on the riverside, and it is facing the threat of war, and the natives will not impassionedly oppose the cruel rule of all kinds of foreign races, nor will they accompany you to live and die with the same hatred, and there is no rush to life, and tens of thousands of people have fled with their families and mouths since the night before yesterday.

Standing on the city wall, looking at the empty urban area, even the Hewlett-Packard monk couldn't help but sigh, and after a long time, he reported in detail to Wu Sangui what Ji Da and his party had seen.

Money is not everything, but money is always easy to do, after visiting Nawab, the monk Hewlett-Packard visited several Bangladeshi military governors with gifts, and in their mouths, they also got unexpected news, although not good news.

French and Spanish missionaries were also involved! And it was Shah Jahan who instigated the order to pass the order directly to Bengal to get rid of us! ”

Hearing this news, Wu Sangui's brows were obviously locked, and he muttered to himself solemnly.

"The French are also mixed in?"

Compared with the Ming Dynasty, these Western colonists also have a sharp weapon to open the way, that is, missionaries, these gods and gods, but they are more greedy than anything as colonial pioneers, carrying some advanced knowledge and technology, in and out of the native court, using Christianity to assimilate the local native tribes, even if the Westerners admit that the New World was conquered by a sword and a Bible.

I have to admit that some missionaries such as John Tong and Matteo Ricci still played a positive role at the turn of the Ming and Qing dynasties, but we have to deny that these missionaries were also the source of trouble for the Oriental court.

However, on weekdays, because of the conflict of interests, British missionaries, Spanish missionaries and French missionaries have always been mortal enemies in the Mughal court, tearing down each other and stabbing each other into slander, this Spanish deal with the Ming Dynasty, Wu Sangui is not surprising, after all, after the battle of Manila, the two countries can be regarded as enemies who do not share the sky, but what is it that the French are mixed in? There has never been a grudge between Daming and France!

In this regard, the Englishman Henry was more open than Wu Sangui and Monk Hewlett-Packard, and he snorted stupidly: "It is not strange that these greedy and evil old believers are bewitched by the devil in their hearts, they can't see God's people pursuing a happy life, and they always want to plunder and exclude us, the people of God. ”

"That's right, whether it's Nawab or Shah Jahan, since they have decided to make a big deal in Bangladesh, they will have to be offended sooner or later!"

actually made the foreign devil more visible than himself, a monk, and HP was ashamed to recite the Buddha's name, and then bowed to Wu Sangui.

"The old man of Calcutta will guard the master, and everything depends on the master!"

also put away the hesitation and hesitation, pulled out the knife with a bang, looked deeply in front of him, and in the next second, Wu Sangui slashed the knife in front of him with a murderous spirit.

In the afternoon of this day, the drawbridge of Dingwu Fort creaked down, and more than 200 old subordinates of Guanning Iron Cavalry followed Wu Sangui's battle flag and rushed out.

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The Mughal Empire is the last glory of the Mongol Empire, which was branched off from the descendants of the Timurid Empire founded by the Turkicized Mongol Timur, relying on the power of a small nomadic kingdom in the river, and it took several generations to destroy the declining Delhi Sultanate and establish the Womor Empire.

However, it is precisely because of the foreign invasion, the process of conquest is also indispensable to collude with the local forces, the Marathas are one of them, the ancestors of these people should be the first descendants of the Aryans who conquered India, compared to the weak and lazy Indian natives, these people are as fierce and warlike as the Sikhs, and do not want to gnaw these hard bones, successive Mughal emperors have adopted a gentle strategy, so there are many Maratha princely states distributed in the empire, and even in the coastal areas of South India south of the Deccan Plateau, There were also several princely states that rivaled the Mughal Empire.

In Bangladesh, there is also such a relatively large Maratha princely state, with Kulna as the center, which has always been a thorn in the side of the Bengali Wab.

To be honest, in terms of strength, the Marathas have at least a population of hundreds of thousands, and an army of thirty or forty thousand people, compared to Wu Sangui's 200 cavalry, they are simply a small mosquito.

Sometimes, though, even a small mosquito can bring down an elephant!

Kulna Princely Pradesh, Akush Town.

Similar to the loose political system of the Mughal Empire, the Marathas are also a loose clan ruling system, a region is a clan feudal territory, and all the people are similar to serfs.

Serfs did not have much property, and most of the grain harvested in the previous season was stored in the Kshatriya lords and Brahmin temples in the middle of the town.

As the sun set, the Maratavsha and the Shudra class, who had been busy in the rice fields for a long time, dragged their tired bodies back to the town slowly, even if the sound of horses' hooves on the side of the road did not attract much attention.

What do those noble lords have to do with these civilian slaves, if you look at them more, you may even be whipped, who has nothing to do with it?

Even the guards guarding the walls of the wooden stockade didn't pay much attention, and in India, only the upper class could ride horses!

It wasn't until the cavalry swaggered to the gate of the town that an unlucky fellow recognized from the quaint and mysterious battle banner and the armor that stood out from the Indians that this was not their warrior!

"Enemy ~~~"

Before a terrible scream could end, the flintlock pistol raised by Wu Sangui had already shot him down.

It is said that it is a good war, and it is also a big one in such a loose and lazy environment as Tianzhu, even if the Guanning Iron Cavalry has experienced a devastating defeat, but it is also an elite feat forged by countless wild battles with the Jiannu Iron Cavalry, tens of thousands of people in the entire town, thousands of defenders, seeing such a mere two hundred iron cavalry swaggering in front of them, a Venerable Man blocked the killing Buddha and blocked the killing Buddha, waving the war knife at the front, Wu Sangui was like a freehand farmer, wielding the knife at will, it was a human life fell, The town is not big, and in less than two or three minutes, this killing god has already rushed to the center of the town.

The iron tools outside skillfully formed a defensive circle, and dozens of people inside ran in easily with oil pots, and a moment later, the princely noble mansion full of Persian carpets and emerald gems instantly burned into a monstrous fire, and in the thick smoke of gunpowder, these killing gods once again stepped on their war horses, and in front of thousands of Marathas, they killed from the bloody path that came in.

Looking at the corpses that let the horse's hooves trample on the sideways and verticals, the Marathas, who were known as warriors, did not dare to go up to stop them, and for a long time, a bearded man in a silk brocade robe and a turban in the crowd suddenly knelt on the ground sadly, hugging his head and crying and roaring.

"Food, !!"

(End of chapter)