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"This animal is good!"

Feng Lun, commander of the Second Artillery Brigade of the Ming Army, looked at the front with satisfaction and said.

There, four elephants were dragging a cannon that would have required a dozen horses to drag, slowly walking towards a high ground, and with their heavy but determined steps, tens of thousands of pounds of heavy cannons moved forward little by little, leaving two deep ruts on the muddy road, and on both sides of this scene seventeen same cannons were also slowly moving upwards under the drag of one elephant, the scene looked quite spectacular.

This is a heavy field artillery battalion of the Ming army.

Eighteen four-inch heavy field guns, or one hundred and twenty-eight mm heavy cannons, were easily deployed in position at the predetermined position under the brute force of these behemoths, and then aimed at Dhaka with the muzzles of the black holes.

Aimed at Lal Bagh Fort.

Aiming at the white temples.

Well, actually, the main thing is to target those temples.

If you leave it until the post-war cleansing of this thing, it is possible to face the anger of the believers, after all, the people here are still relatively firm in their beliefs, but now in the state of war, it is nothing more than a few shells accidentally deviating from the target, who has the strength to care about anything else when fighting. As for the elders who were bombed to death, the books that were burned, and the statues that were razed, the one who thinks he is unlucky! Besides, who would dare to have an opinion? Who would dare to resist? If you really have the courage to revolt, it is just the city that Tu, since Wang Zhao slaughtered Hanoi and only did not get promoted, the generals of the Ming army have already understood that the Holy Lord actually encourages this kind of thing, so those generals who are fighting outside now like to slaughter a city or something.

"Fire!"

Feng Lun said as he looked down at the city below, with a population of hundreds of thousands.

Eighteen heavy field guns roared at the same time, and eighteen fifty-pound shells flew out with a roar, smashing into the ...... with twelve pounds of wet cotton gunpowder loaded

Smashed into a temple.

"How aimed? I said I'm going to aim for their castle! ”

Feng Lun looked at the temple that disappeared in an instant in the light of the explosion, and rebuked the artillerymen seriously.

The latter hurriedly adjusted the angle of the muzzle in a burst of laughter, then quickly opened the gun door, reached in from the rear with a damp cloth to wash the residue, and then loaded a huge cast steel cannonball, and then loaded into a silk powder bag filled with black powder, closed the gun lock and installed the firing tube, after completing the aiming, the main gunner suddenly pulled the gun rope, and the blazing flames sprayed out from the gun muzzle again.

And then......

Still not right, another temple disappeared in the explosion.

"Uh, I said it, aim for the castle!"

Feng Lun rebuked again solemnly.

And then......

Still missed.

In this way, in the continuous reprimand of the brigade commander, the soldiers of the heavy field artillery battalion of the Ming army operated their eighteen huge cannons and bombarded Dhaka for an hour, and not a single shell hit the Lal Bagh Fort as the target, but those shells that deviated from the target bombarded all the temples in the city, no matter what religion, were all bombarded into piles of ruins, and those unlucky monks did not expect that the Ming army did not bomb the castle, but instead smashed the cannonballs on their heads, and as a result, most of the monks were buried under the rubble, Along with their scriptures, they were completely wiped out of the city.

When the last temple was reduced to a pile of ruins in the explosion, a white flag was raised on the target Lal Bagh Fort.

The Bengalis surrendered.

They were scared.

The firepower was so terrifying that the eighteen cannons fired almost at a position they could barely see with their binoculars, and after a salvo, it was like a thunderbolt from the gods, and the position hit instantly turned into powder, even if the solid granite temple was no different from the sandcastles built by children in the face of this terrifying power. Nothing can resist this terrible weapon, this moving thunder, this mortal can only tremble and look up, this is not a cannon, this is the Ming people's magic weapon or artifact made by the gods.

In short, the struggle of mortals in the face of this thing is of no use.

Look at the shells that keep falling around.

Look at the flattened city.

Look at the shocking craters left by the shell.

The courage of the Bengalis is gone.

Surrender is the only rational choice they can make.

"The era when the Ming Empire can conquer a country by erecting a few cannons on the coast of a country has finally begun!"

Wang Song said with emotion.

Well, until now, in the battle of the Ming army, in fact, the infantry did not really do anything, at most it was to chase and kill the role of the battlefield sweeper, and it was the artillery that really determined the victory or defeat, the artillery crushed the Bengali infantry, the artillery blew away the Bengali cavalry, and the rapid-fire artillery swept the war elephant into the garbage heap of history, this time the infantry did not even fire a shot, and the eighteen four-inch field guns bombarded the city of Dhaka to the ground, and the Bengalis were directly frightened to pick out the white flag and surrender.

It can be said that the army completely conquered the country with artillery.

Or it can't be said about the state either.

After all, at this time, Bengal was still a province of the Mughal Empire, but the Nawab of Bengal would not care whether His Majesty the Emperor lived or died, and His Majesty the Emperor did not care about his life or death, in fact, Bahadursha's 200,000 troops were in the north of Bengal, and they were still moving south, but after learning that the Ming army turned to Dhaka, the 200,000 troops stopped advancing.

And in the same way, none of the Nawabs near Bangladesh sent troops to help him.

"A country like sand."

Wang Song looked at the Bengalis who walked out of Lalbagh Fort and said with disdain.

At this moment, five river warships stopped on the dock behind him, and there was a special symbol on the capital of these five river warships, a golden double dragon surrounded by a red shield, the sun and moon emblem in the center of the shield, and the two embroidered spring knife logos crossed at the back, showing their difference, as they landed, all the Ming soldiers on the dock turned their heads and looked at them with awe and envy, and of course, the big men in red flying fish suits standing on the deck.

The latter held an embroidered spring knife in his hand, carried the latest rifle on his shoulder, crossed leather bullet belts on the left and right, the bullet belts were filled with the latest brass cartridge casings, the handle of the revolver was exposed on the right holster of the belt at his waist, and the ivory waist plate fell on the left side, standing proudly on the deck, staring at everything on the shore with an indifferent gaze. As the five warships came to a halt one after another, they walked up to the dock one by one, and quickly completed the formation under the command of their respective officers, while at the same time, Wugang cars with the same signs as the warships also drove out of the ships and stopped in front of the people who had completed the formation, and then they boarded the carriages in front of them.

"Jinyi Wei is on an errand, idlers avoid!"

On the first Wugang car at the front, an officer yelled.

At the same time, a red flag was raised beside him, and the pattern of the hedgehog representing the brocade guard on the flag danced in the wind.

Well, this is Jinyiwei.

A four-horse heavy Wugang car galloped through the streets of Dhaka, frightened the common people one by one to hide to the side, the horses pulling the cart four hooves like the wind, the rubber wheels rotated at high speed, splashing muddy water to both sides, behind the guard plate of the Wugang car, a famous brocade guard stood with a gun, a helmet, a flying fish suit, an embroidered spring knife and a hunting pig flag on their heads, together formed the era of the four out of the horse.

This special team rushed all the way to Fort Lalbag.

At this time, the unfortunate Bengali Nawab was in front of the gate, dejectedly handing over his sword to Wang Song, just now the ferocity of the Ming army bombarded the city of Dhaka destroyed his last bit of courage, in fact, after the defeat in the battle outside the city, the Nawab Lord was already frightened and lost his soul, after fleeing back to the castle, he plunged into his own pile of women to drink and anesthetize himself, it was his son and several generals, heroically preparing to resist the invasion of the Ming army.

But when those terrible shells razed the city piece by piece, the courage of these people immediately vanished.

Fortunately, what comforted them was that the Ming commander had a good attitude.

"Your Excellency the Governor, you have made the right choice."

Wang Song took his sword with a smile and said.

"Your Excellency, General, I hope you can give me treatment that is in line with my status."

Master Nawab said with a forced composure.

"Well, I don't know that."

Wang Song looked at the galloping Jinyi Wei and said.

Almost at the same time, the front Wugang car stopped with a piercing brake sound in the neighing of horses, and then the remaining Wugang cars also stopped one after another, and at the moment when the first car stopped, a Jinyi guard officer in the front seat jumped down directly, and then took out an ivory waist card and shouted: "Jinyi Wei is on an errand, idlers avoid!" ”

The Ming soldiers in front of him immediately dodged as fast as they could.

"Holy Oracle, the Governor of Bengal is stubborn and dares to resist the heavenly soldiers, and he will be handed over to the Jinyi Guard!"

The Jinyi guard officer walked directly to Wang Song, holding an ivory waist card and said.

At the same time, a large number of brocade guards who followed behind him quickly stepped forward and controlled them one by one under the stunned gaze of Bangladeshi Nawab and his subordinate generals. One of the generals still wanted to resist, but before the scimitar was pulled out, a brocade guard opposite him pulled the trigger with his finger, and with the crisp sound of gunshots, he immediately screamed and covered the wrist of his right hand with his left hand. Immediately after that, the brocade guard quickly pushed the pressure lever forward with the hand that had just pulled the trigger and then retracted it again, and then pulled the trigger a second time without hesitation, and in the flames sprayed from the muzzle, a bullet hit the general in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

"Dare to resist Jinyiwei, I'm impatient!"

The brocade guard officer said with a sneer.

The rest of the Bengalis were too frightened to move.

"General, they, who are they?"

Bangladeshi Nawab, who had been controlled by the two brocade guards, looked at Wang Song with helpless eyes, and said tremblingly at the same time.

"They, you'll soon find out who they are."

Wang Song sighed and said.

Lord Nawab did soon learn, but in the dungeon of his castle.

"It's a good facility."

The commander of the Jinyi Guard made Yang Huai with his hands behind his back, admiring this eerie and terrifying dungeon with great satisfaction, especially when he walked in front of those various torture instruments, picked up an iron guy who didn't know what to use and was dyed black by the blood stains accumulated over the years, and said very knowingly there.

And in front of him was the Bangladeshi Nawab and his officials and generals.

The ropes on these guys have been untied, but they are still under the guns of the surrounding Jinyi guards, where they are trembling and looking at this guy in strange clothes, especially the torture instrument in his hand, some smart people have guessed that if they can't get these torture tools, they will be called to themselves next, so many people look very bad, and even the cold sweat on their heads is constantly dripping, and several of them are still trembling on their legs.

"First, Bengal must break away from the Mughal Empire."

Yang Huai took the torture instrument, walked up to Nawab, and said very seriously while playing with it.

Nawab, who was dripping cold sweat, nodded his head tremblingly.

"Second, you must be a vassal to the Ming Dynasty and then accept the canonization of the Ming Dynasty."

Then Yang Huai said again.

Nawab continued to nod his head, and to declare himself to the Ming is to accept the protection of the Ming, which is good for him, otherwise if he really wants to openly break away from the Mughal Empire, then Bahadursha will definitely beat him, but if there is the protection of the Ming, there is no need to worry about this problem at all.

"Third, you must contribute to the emperor all the land within a radius of one hundred miles around the Xuance Mansion."

Yang Huai said again.

Nawab continued to nod.

"Fourth, as a subject country of the Ming Dynasty, there are some rules that you must follow."

Yang Huai said.

Nawab still nodded, the so-called rules are extraterritoriality, garrisons, stationed prime ministers, tax exemptions for Ming merchants, etc., in short, they are all things that lose power and humiliate the country, but in exchange for becoming the real king of Bangladesh, this can still be said to be worth the money.

"I just love dealing with smart people like you!"

Yang Huai patted him on the shoulder and said.

Master Nawab immediately smiled happily, like a puppy that had been patted on the head.

"Fifth, you must contribute 50 million dragon dollars to the emperor, of course, it doesn't have to be dragon dollars, gold, silver and jewelry of the same value can be, this is to prove your loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor, in addition, you will need to pay tribute to Your Majesty every year in the future, this amount will be notified to you in advance."

Yang Huai continued.

Nawab's smile froze instantly.

"I, I have so much money!"

He said tremblingly.

Fifty million dragon dollars, in exchange for silver, you have to sink several first-class battleships, this number is too terrifying.

"What? Don't give? Come, serve His Excellency the Governor, let him know what the Edict of the Brocade Guard is, and if any of you want to be the king of Bengal? Stand up and show your loyalty to Your Majesty, if not, then let's all experience the Jinyi Guardian Prison together, right? The facilities here are not perfect, but they are so-so! ”

The next moment, Yang Huai's face immediately changed, and then he said gloomily. (To be continued.) )