When he came out of Bai Gui's room, Zhu Jinglun had already persuaded Bai Gui that he only needed to tell Bai Gui about the situation in India, and Bai Gui thought it was a good idea, although Bai Gui's temperament was not very good, he could be a big man like the governor of Guangdong, and his IQ was definitely not low. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even Bai Gui took the initiative to say that he would help Hua Tingjie say it, so that Zhu Jinglun could rest assured and boldly do it, and even Bai Gui boldly imagined whether he could recruit those Indian soldiers.

This is really too bold, the families of these Indians are also in India, it is impossible to ignore the safety of their families, it is good to recruit a few instructors, it is impossible to expect them all to defect to the Qing court, even if they agree for money, they will definitely not fight sincerely, when they fight for the British, they will not be affected in the end and cannot play their combat effectiveness, not to mention fighting with the British army for the Qing court, if they are the rebel army running from India, it is still possible, but the mercenaries here are basically impossible.

When I went out, I didn't go to the Indians yet, and I was the first to see Hurd.

Hurd didn't say anything to Zhu Jinglun just now, if he were anyone, it was estimated that he would not be calm, Hurd didn't scold him in front of Zhu Jinglun, even if he was very self-contained.

Seeing Hurd wandering outside the door, limping, Zhu Jinglun couldn't bear it, and Hurd's leg was blown up by himself.

Zhu Jinglun felt that Hurd was very hesitant, dragging a broken leg and still walking quickly, and couldn't help but call him behind his back.

"Mr. Hurd!"

Hurd turned around, and sure enough, there was hesitation on his face, he had long lost the gentlemanly self-confidence he had always maintained, obviously surrendering and being captured was a big blow to him, of course, the previous series of blows, including blowing up his leg, were destroying his self-confidence step by step.

"Long time no see."

Zhu Jinglun said with a smile.

Hurd sighed: "Mr. Zhu, long time no see. ”

Zhu Jinglun said again: "I don't know what Mr. Hurd and others have to say?" ”

Hurd would never wait for Zhu Jinglun here for no reason, and looking at his appearance, he was very uncomfortable staying with Zhu Jinglun, and Zhu Jinglun didn't want to torture him, and it was also very important to ask for an instructor by himself.

Hurd said, "If you let me out, maybe a war can be avoided." The war is over, there is no need to fight, no matter who is right or wrong, there is no need to fight. ”

Zhu Jinglun said: "Yes, the war is over. You won, but we didn't lose, at least here in Guangzhou. ”

The foreigners reached Tientsin and forced the Qing court to sign a treaty, and in the eyes of Hurd, a diplomat, the war was over. As for the question of winning or losing, Hurd does not think about it, as long as the diplomatic results are achieved, it is a win.

So Hurd didn't argue, just looked at Zhu Jinglun and wanted an answer.

Zhu Jinglun smiled: "I will help you." But whether it can be done or not, I don't count. ”

"Thank you."

Hurd said.

"You're welcome."

Zhu Jinglun replied.

Then walk away from Hurd.

Hurd said behind his back: "Actually, we could have been very good friends. ”

Zhu Jinglun smiled: "We can still be very good friends now." ”

Hurd shook his head: "You are the kind of person in Chinese history who can't have friends." It's too dangerous to be friends. ”

Zhu Jinglun was stunned, didn't speak, and walked straight to the barracks.

They were already prisoners, but the treatment of Indian soldiers was still not as good as that of British officers, who had about ten people in a barracks, but Indians who wanted thirty people to squeeze into an equally large barracks. Fortunately, there are enough barracks here, it was originally a large camp of 5,000 people, and it was generally left to the 800 village warriors who were guarding them, and the rest was enough for these prisoners, which was not crowded.

"Do you want to earn money and dare to help us train soldiers? I guarantee you guys a good salary! ”

There is no need to be polite, Zhu Jinglun shouted in Hindi, Bengali and other languages.

He was not familiar with these people, and his words made the Indians who were gathering together to talk nonsense stunned, and they looked at him blankly for a long time, and none of them said a word.

Zhu Jinglun doesn't need to delay time, there are a thousand Indian soldiers here, and you can always find something special.

I went to the next barracks, asked one by one, and asked the tenth barracks before finally there was a young soldier who was interested.

"How much can you give us?"

Zhu Jinglun said with a smile: "It is completely in accordance with the treatment of British officers, 3 shillings a day, and 2 shillings in wartime." ”

The daily salary of a cavalryman in the British army is 1 shilling, 20 shillings is 1 pound, 1 pound is 3 taels of silver, and 3 shillings a day is only the level of the low-level officers of the British army, but it is still much better than the treatment of Indian soldiers.

But the Indian soldier seemed more interested in something else: "Officer? You're saying we can be officers! ”

Zhu Jinglun's heart moved, he didn't expect this young man to be so interested in being an officer, either he was very envious of the status of a British officer in the army, or he had been bullied by an officer, and he also wanted to experience what it was like to be an officer. In the Indian army, there are very few Indians, even among the rank and file officers, and this is the policy of the British.

Since young people value officers more, it is even better, and money is saved.

"Of course, if you are willing to serve in our army, I would be happy to appoint you an officer." Of course, if you are only willing to work as an instructor, I can only offer you a good salary. ”

The Indian wondered, "But I'm not a Brahmin, I'm not a Kshatriya, I'm just a Vaishya." Can I also be an officer? ”

Well, Zhu Jinglun understood, the damned caste system, the dregs of Indian culture, divides people into four classes, of course, this culture is limited to the vast number of Indians who believe in Hinduism, those who are in the position of conquerors, the Mongol-Turks, Afghans and the British do not agree with this system, but they acquiesce to this culture of the Indians.

The four castes are divided into, the first class of Brahmins, mainly religious monks and scholars, the second class of Kshatriyas who are military aristocrats, the third class of Vaishyas who are free commoners, and the fourth class of Shudras. There are also untouchables who live below the fourth class.

This caste system originated during the Aryan conquest, and the nomadic tribe Aryans divided the Indians of the government into inferior peoples, forming this caste system, which shows that the racial discrimination of the white race has historical genes.

But this did not work in China, and since Chen Sheng's male voice of "the prince will Xiangning has a kind", the Chinese have had a basis to challenge the caste system, and the Mongols implemented the four-class system in China during the Yuan Dynasty, with the result that the Mongol rule was overthrown after less than a hundred years.

In today's India, even if the British feel that the caste system is barbaric, they are powerless to change this culture formed over thousands of years, and even they are using this culture, among the Indian soldiers recruited by the British army, the few Indian officers are all monopolized by the Brahmin and Kshatriya class, although the Vaishyas are not the lowest class, but it is impossible to touch the officer position, as for the untouchables, if the British dare to recruit them, all the Indian soldiers will protest.

The tangible shackles are not terrible, but the shackles rooted in the heart are the most terrible.

"Of course, in China you can be an officer, and if you have made enough meritorious deeds, you can even change your caste, you can become a nobleman, and your descendants will become a respectable high caste!"

There is a Mao caste in China, and although Confucianism emphasizes respect and order, there is absolutely no terrible boundary between different castes in India where they do not intermarry or even eat at the same table.

Sure enough, when he heard that he could change his caste, it was a blessing for future generations, and not only this young Indian expressed interest, but other Indians also chattered.

Zhu Jinglun didn't have time to explain to them in detail here, he told a lie, and it was very difficult to fulfill the lie.

So he said: "If you want to change your destiny, if you want to become a superior person, you have to pay the same price, and we will only help you if you prove your bravery and prove your worth." And we only need a hundred officers, only the best of you. Choose now, if you want to go with me, meet at the door. ”

Although it was tempting, only a dozen of them stood up in the end, but there were quite a few, enough to account for half of the people in the barracks.

If it was when he walked into the barracks, Zhu Jinglun would be satisfied with such a few people, but now seeing the enthusiasm of the Indian soldiers, so many people can be fooled with a trivial so-called caste, Zhu Jinglun can't be satisfied with such a few people. Before, it was only planned that they would help train the soldiers, but now they can be driven to fight the British without guilt, so of course the more the merrier, and the more people who work hard, the better.

I saw more than a dozen people standing in a row, holding their heads high one by one, trying their best to show Zhu Jinglun their majesty.

Zhu Jinglun nodded: "Now I'll give you a test." The more people you convince, the greater the official position I appoint, the more likely it is that you will change your destiny through meritorious service. Do you understand? ”

The soldiers shouted that they understood.

Zhu Jinglun said again: "Okay, let's go do things now, remember, I only need a hundred officers, if you don't do a good enough, I won't accept it." I'll see you here when I blow the whistle! Now, disband, go get things done! ”

Well, these people rushed towards the barracks at a speed of 100 meters.

After that, Zhu Jinglun went to Bai Gui's room, drank tea with Bai Gui in the afternoon, and when it was getting late, Zhu Jinglun walked out of the room confidently.

Standing in the middle of the barracks, a brass whistle was blown from the British warehouse.

Then there was the bustle of chickens flying and dogs jumping, and groups of people came out of the barracks.

Visually, there were more than two hundred, more than three hundred!