Oops~yah~~

Just like the beginning of a funny Indian movie in later generations, in a long burst of Indian folk songs, Wu Sangui's journey to the country of Ah Sange began.

It was not for nothing that the British chose the small village of Kolkata as a stronghold, because it was close to the mouth of the Ganges River, the sea was well connected, and the nearby flat terrain was fertile and rich in products, which was suitable for colonial plunder, and the sailing ships of the East River could sail up the estuary and unload their goods on the shore.

To tell the truth, Mao Jue really caught up with a good time, in 1646, it was the first British civil war to a critical moment, the model army led by Cromwell had completely suppressed the royal army of King Charles I on the battlefield, and the royal family was about to be defeated. Regardless of the fact that the East India Company was formed by the bourgeoisie, their relationship with the British crown was extremely close, and it was the owner of Stuart, Queen Elizabeth, who approved the establishment of the company, and the royal family was still the majority shareholder of the company, and the British king protected the trade privileges of the East India Company with privileges.

On the contrary, the corporations did not have a good relationship with the parliament formed by the other new capitalist aristocracy. Angered by the company's huge trade profits in the East, Congress demanded several times that the East India Company's exclusive trading rights be revoked, and the contradictions with the company's shareholders were extremely acute.

There is also Chongzhen ten years, there was a British businessman attack on Guangdong, that group of British businessmen was Sir Corden bribed Congress to form the Corden Group, regardless of the East India Company's ban forced to the East to trade, the result of the trade failed and there was a conflict with the Ming Dynasty, so that the East India Company finally talked to the Ming in vain.

Now that the parliament is in power, the king has fallen, and seeing that under the auspices of the parliament, the new East India Company is about to emerge, and the old East India Company is the moment of helplessness, at this juncture, Mao Jue threw an olive branch, willing to provide new protection for the East India Company with his royal power, which is why Robert can agree so easily, if it was three years ago when Charles I was in control of the war, or after the Glorious Revolution in 88, Mao Jue wanted to buy the British East India Company, it was not much easier than wanting to participate in the Dutch East India Company.

But no matter what vote the shareholders of the East India Company at the end of London, it is a foregone conclusion that the Indian East India Company will fall into the hands of Mao Jue, this ship docked, and the native laborers employed by the company in India were bare-chested, singing trumpets like at the beginning, carrying heavy cargo boxes down, at this time, the Sikh native soldiers wearing hoods, wearing white uniforms, and beards often appeared in British movies in later generations, and they were proudly urging there. When they encounter lazy, they mercilessly go up to a stick, and a muffled sound is a green seal, which is even more ruthless to their compatriots than the British.

Standing at the bow of the boat, the telescope looked around, although he still disdained what Xu Liangui said was comparable to Zhongyuan, but Wu Sangui couldn't help but nodded.

In terms of an agrarian society, this is really a good place, the alluvial terrain of the Ganges River is endless, the hot and humid soil is extremely fertile, the rice on both sides has been pumped out of the yellow-orange orange ears, and the swarthy Bengali natives are bent down and bowed in the rice fields, and the land is much stronger than the southern half of the western Liaoning corridor where he was trapped.

Looking at this, Wu Sangui suddenly became melancholy, the bloody Chongzhen was only in the last ten years of his life and now he has just been quelled, and the memory of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood is still strong in his mind, overseas is so rich, if Chongzhen started in the early years, everyone would have riveted enough to fight out, why did they fall into that miserable appearance?

A few shouts suddenly sounded under the boat, making Wu Sangui's melancholy disappear in a flash, and he poked his head down, but it was a middle-aged man wearing a dark green robe and worrying about his stomach, but it was an extraordinary middle-aged man calling him.

"Lord Wu, Manager Tom is going to Chidacheng to meet Bangladesh Nawab, Manager Tom hopes that the Ming military attache will follow, I wonder if you have this time?"

This person is Zhang Canghai, a businessman in Hangzhou, before Mao Jue cut Hangzhou, he was the largest local tea merchant, but in the Southern Ming plundered the cities, his family was bankrupt, and naturally joined Mao Jue's newly formed East India Company, and in view of his ability, he was the great man of the company for the big manager of the Indian side.

If in the past, Wu Sangui would feel a great shame if he obeyed a merchant's subordinates, but looking at this rich plain, unconsciously, this ambitious guy's mentality has quietly changed.

You can definitely make a career here!

"Master Zhang, wait a minute, the last general will arrange a garrison, and then follow up!"

happily agreed, and Wu Sangui also hurriedly turned over and got off the boat.

Historically, the East India Company only gained the right to rule Calcutta in 1694, and built a permanent garrison of the castle here, before that, it was not that the shareholders of the East India Company did not want to do this, it was really involved in the lack of manpower and material resources in the British Civil War, there was no way, in Southeast Asia and the Dutch struggle was defeated one after another, and finally after the Anwen massacre, it almost completely abandoned the Southeast Asian spice business, retreated to India, and in the various trading strongholds in India, it was also completely a defensive posture.

But now, history has changed, with Mao Jue, the new major shareholder, constantly throwing money into it, and the East India Company is like a well-fed robber, sharpening his knife and rushing for new wealth.

Next to the village of Calcutta, under the astonished eyes of the English scribes, more than 200 elite infantry with flintlock pistols and wearing oriental armor skillfully took over the outposts and watchtowers on the edge of the village, and then a large group of scribes with abacus entered the company building leisurely, and then a magic trick unfolded in the eyes of these scribes.

The abacus beads crackled, and it was supposed to be counted for many days in and out of the accounts in the hands of these teachers, but it was not enough to guess that it would be over in half a day, and the handover was completed, and these British scribes, the manager looked at the account room of this Ming man with the same look as if he had met Jesus himself.

On the other end, with more than 50 personal soldiers, pulling seven or eight carts of silk and goods, followed by the local manager Englishman Tom, Wu Sangui kicked the horse and galloped north.

The Xiaoice period that hit the whole world is not a big blow to India, which is mainly in the subtropical tropics, although the road can be broken, but on this road, on both sides of the road, there are all green farmland, jute, rice, food crops and cash crops can hardly see the border, in the dilapidated villages where the wind leaks everywhere, local women wearing shabby saris weave beautifully patterned homespun cloth with their dark hands and dexterous spinning threads, and occasionally you can see the upper castes wearing large robes and wearing luxurious gold and ivory products passing by, Along the way, those inferior castes immediately fell to their knees and kowtowed.

A series of exotic Wu Sangui and other Ming troops were dizzying, but this series of surprises reached the extreme when they arrived at Chittagong City.

Stacked with white marble walls and towering round spires, detachments of infantry lazily watched their spears patrol back and forth.

In the city, stone buildings that are very different from the Ming Empire are also everywhere, the huge dome of the Grand Mosque exudes brilliant brilliance in the setting sun, in the Hindu temple, a thousand strange statues of gods are erected with teeth and claws, one by one with robes, or bald heads, or monks with messy hair kowtow as if no one is piously kowtowing, there are snake dancers who play flutes to make cobras fly around, fire eaters who swallow fire, and an ascetic who is holding a cane and sitting in the middle of the avenue.

Even the well-informed Zhang Canghai was frightened by this posture, and the old merchant stopped in a daze, took out a tael of silver and threw it into the dervish's bowl, bowed, and then continued to walk forward with the Buddha's name.

In the end, the opportunity is reserved for those who have a heart, and when the big guys are shouting for this exotic scenery like a hillbilly entering the city, Wu Sangui's eyes have already fallen on some unusual places.

The first is the defenders on the head of the city, the dark-skinned infantry are undoubtedly local natives, looking at them, the first thing Wu Sangui thought of was the three battalions of the Beijing Division, which were composed of market hooligans, ruffians, and rich children, but immediately, he denied this impression, the three battalions of the Beijing Division were still wearing armor and holding swords, but the guys in front of them were not as good as the peasants' equipment, shirtless, with only a god totem on the upper body, a semicircle of a gown, chest, arms, These key points around the waist are directly exposed, and most of them are armed with a wooden handle gun that is less than a person tall or a large wooden bow that is long enough to see what power there is.

A small number of native soldiers with muskets, the guns are also very backward, and they are already muskets that even the Ming Empire has eliminated.

On the wall, the natives also have cannons, but looking at the barrel, it is estimated that it is similar to the Ming Dynasty's armament, the iron sheet is rusted with a thick layer, and it still belongs to the backward mortar cannon, the cannon body is thick and short, and the range cannot be far.

couldn't help it, Wu Sangui's face showed a look of disdain. Such an army, not to mention the overwhelming Liaodong firearms array under Shanhaiguan, even if his Guanning iron cavalry, fifty cavalry is enough to sweep away his troops of thousands of people!

With such a rich city and such a weak garrison, it's no wonder that Mao Jue is eyeing here! Thinking of the eagle-like eyes under Ningyuan City, Wu Sangui was even more determined, there was a play here, and at the same time, he made up his mind that he must find a way to stay here.

However, when this disdain reached the gate of the palace of the deputy king of Nawab, he still restrained himself slightly, outside the palace, Wu Sangui saw a group of troops completely different from the defenders of the city outside, first of all, in terms of body and skin color, this group of people was taller, more fair-skinned, and their bodies were also covered with heavy chain mail, and they wore a pointed iron helmet of the same shape as the pointed mosque on their heads, with a thick beard on their faces, and a pair of eyes looking around fiercely.

India has a prosperous culture, rich products, and a dense population, but unfortunately it is not strong militarily, looking at the history of India, it is simply a history of foreign conquest, first the Aryans, then the Greeks, then the Arabs, the Turks, and now it is not the native Indians who rule India, but the last glory of the Mongol Empire, the Mughal Empire created by the grandson of the conqueror Timur.

The main body of the ruling empire was these Mongol nobles and Turkic nobles with a hint of blueness in Central Asia, and the main force of the imperial army was also these Central Asian cavalry.

However, it's just cavalry!

The corners of his mouth hooked up a cold smile, Zhang Canghai and Tom nodded and bowed to the knight at the door to ask for a meeting, and this Wu Sangui looked up and down at the several Turkic cavalry guarding the door like looking at cattle.

"Master Zhang, you go in by yourself, there are still some things waiting for you outside this palace!"

Looking back in astonishment, Zhang Canghai didn't say much, after all, the Ming official position is still deep-rooted, he can't control Wu Sangui a little, just nodded, and followed the Persian origin, I don't know if it was the eunuch palace chief who entered the gate.

Zhang Dashang didn't know that he had just entered, and Wu Sangui actually hooked his finger contemptuously at the extraordinarily tall Turkic defender at the door, and then pointed his thumb down fiercely.

This is which nation, it doesn't seem to be too respectful gestures, sure enough, looking at Wu Sangui's disdainful gesture with straight eyes, the gorilla-like Turkic general also roared angrily like a gorilla, threw the steel gun in his hand, and roared at Wu Sangui in the excitement and bloodthirsty cheers of those Turkic warriors.

Bang Dang............

(End of chapter)