Although it is only the middle of April, the Gangetic Plain has already entered summer. On the night of the 19th, the weather was exceptionally hot, with the sun shining during the day, and there was not the slightest wind at night, and the sky was pitch black, and there was no shadow of the moon or stars.

Such nights gave a sense of unease, and the British guards and patrols were noticeably strengthened, and patrolling British troops could be seen patrolling the streets from time to time. They patrolled the streets in groups with torches, and the native British soldiers in leather shoes always rattled as they walked, compared to the Indian British soldiers who wore no shoes.

There was a faint noise in the sky, and the torches in the patrolmen's hands began to shake.

Someone said, "The wind is blowing." ”

Yes, the wind is blowing, and suddenly the sand and dust are raised on the ground, and the objects that have been blown down by the wind in the dark night are banging, and suddenly there are people shouting loudly all over the city, this sound is still so loud in the wind, if you know more than a dozen languages of Indian states, you must be able to understand their shouts, this is the indigenous Indians calling on their compatriots not to die for the British army. With the appearance of shouts, there were people in the city from time to time to prevent fire, and the flames on the thatched roof of the city soon turned into a sea of fire.

The light of the fire seemed to be a signal, and the streets burst into gunfire, and the British soldiers patrolling the streets were either lying in pools of blood.

Not long after the riots in the city began, only two loud bangs were heard at the north and south gates, and the city gates several meters high were blown to pieces. Shortly after the sound, only shouts could be heard. It was a shout of killing in Burmese.

Colonel Charlie stumbled out of the room, his head disheveled, his usually rigorous and neat military uniform draped over his body.

A British soldier ran up to him and shouted, "Sir, get out of here." The Chinese have come in. ”

Charlie was very reluctant to step on the horses brought by the soldiers, but everything was chaotic in the night, and he could not mobilize his army effectively. Moreover, he could no longer distinguish between those Indian British soldiers who had defected and those who were Indian British soldiers who were still loyal to the British Queen.

Charlie sensibly led some of the gathered British soldiers to retreat to the north of the city. This day gave Charlie such a big contrast, before the change of life a moment ago. He still prides himself on his ingenuity. But in a moment's time, he became a lost dog and fled with his men in the field.

A lightning bolt in the sky writhed in the open sky like a shining silver serpent, and the earth suddenly brightened, and the heavy rain finally fell after the lightning, and the city of Sylhet, which was in a sea of fire, was also extinguished by the heavy rain—

As soon as dawn Wu Mengfei entered the city of Sylhet again, and the greatest credit for the victory in this battle came from those Bangladeshi soldiers who surrendered. They hide among the Bengalis in the city, and it is easy for them to cause chaos in the city. The second is the Burmese army, which impressed Wu Mengfei with its power in night battles and hand-to-hand combat. Of course, the local Bengali people also gave Wu Mengfei a lot of help. In this way, Wu Mengfei almost did not consume the ammunition of the Chinese soldiers, and defeated the British army and held the city of Sylhet.

Walking into this war-torn city, Wu Mengfei's serious city is full of devastation. The war still takes a heavy toll on such cities, and the open ground near the gates is filled with people who died in the last night's fighting. Some Bengalis who had lost their homes squatted under the rain-soaked eaves, and to Mr. Wu's surprise, there was no frustration in their expressions. Even they were talking passionately about the defeat of the British army passing by.

A local Bengali elder walked over to Wu Mengfei with a group of people, a local Muslim, a Bengali Wangist who helped the Imperial Coalition last night.

After socializing with the visitors, everyone walked into a tall house with a wide area. The houses are full of Muslim style, with many round, gourd-shaped roofs standing high and low. Those gourd-shaped roofs don't look like they're for the sake of beauty, and on the gourd-shaped roofs that are open on all sides stand strong men looking out. Even the entrance to this room was guarded by Muslim guards with guns on their backs.

Step into this spacious house. The floor is covered with carpets from Persia, and the walls are painted with Muslim scriptures. The dome-shaped roof depicts the Qur'anic scriptures.

Wu Mengfei and a group of allied generals walked in here and were immediately warmly received. They were invited to the carpeted seats, and some veiled maidens, moving their graceful figures, brought them sweet fruits. The fact that they can still serve this food after a great war is a testament to their extraordinaryness.

After a flurry of politeness, the Muslim once again expressed his desire for China to help them build Bangladesh.

Wu Mengfei pondered the question that China and Britain really ruled the fate of the Indian subcontinent. Whether or not to establish the Mughal dynasty actually depends on the needs of the struggle between China and Britain, and for the time being, it is necessary to support the Mughal dynasty. It is in China's interests. But what about the future? Do China and Britain have to fight forever? Wu Mengfei has a different view on this, in fact, China and Britain have no unsolvable old feuds. There is no fundamental conflict of interest between the two parties, so why can't they become friends? So what if Britain is reconciled in the future? After thinking about it, Wu Mengfei felt that supporting a country was a good thing between the Chinese and British forces no matter what. If China and Britain go to war, this country will be a battlefield. If China and Britain reconcile, this country will be a buffer between the two sides. Thinking of this, Wu Mengfei couldn't help but be interested in this, and he talked to these Muslims in detail.

Wu Mengfei did not expect that this old man was a descendant of the former prince of Bengal, Siraj, who was executed by the British in Kolkata after losing the battle with the British. Siraj had anticipated this defeat for a long time, and he had quietly prepared for it. His family had been secretly sent to Sylhet during the war, and left a huge fortune in Sylhet. After Siraj's death, his children and grandchildren used this wealth to rise again. Siraj's family did business with their former enemy, the East India Company, bribing its employees, buying out the East India Company's tax-collecting rights, and operating spices, ivory carvings, and precious stones in Dhaka, Calcutta, and Mumbai. This old man is a descendant of the Siraj family who has stayed here, named Laszlo.

Laszlo is not well-known in the outside world, but in the Siraj family he is the head of Sylhet. This time the squadron raided Sylhet, and Laszlo had already left with his people, but when he heard the news that the Chinese wanted to support the local Bengalis, Laszlo turned around and returned to Sylhet.

After returning to Sylhet, Laszlo had already looked for Wu Mengfei several times, and Wu Mengfei had been thinking about Laszlo's idea of establishing a principality of Bengal. After last night's battle, Laszlo used his power to perform very well, and this time Wu Mengfei was a little moved. It's just that this matter must be agreed by His Majesty the Emperor, and Wu Mengfei can only convey Laszlo's ideas to the cabinet and the emperor