"Get out!" George looked at the Dreadnought stuck in the channel with red eyes.

"The waterway is stuck!"

"Go another way." George grabbed the captain by the collar, and his fierce eyes made the captain dare not look directly.

"There are mines in other shipping lanes."

"If there are mines, they will be charged to me, and if you dodge the mines, it will be over." George roared wildly.

"Yes!" The captain also knew that if he didn't rush out now. Either surrender or be blown up by an airship and sink in the harbor. This time, Da Ming made it clear that the warships of the British Empire were not uncommon.

Even if there are mines in the water, there is no way now. I can only rush forward!

The flagship sounded the horn, and the other warships followed the flagship and sailed out of port.

"Boom!" Before it could leave the port, the flamenco had the misfortune of striking a mine.

A huge explosion, blowing a large hole directly on the left side of the hull. The blasted steel plate flew more than 100 meters into the sky and fell into the water to cause a huge splash. The sea rushed into the cabin, and the hull tilted rapidly. The crew didn't even have time to cast the lifeboats, so they jumped into the sea and swam hard.

You'll have to swim farther away, or the huge whirlpool of the warship sinking will suck you underwater. The vast majority of people, once sucked in, never have a chance to come out.

"Keep sailing!" George ordered with a red eye.

Just ten minutes later, "Boom! Another explosion came, this time the Cape Verde.

"My lord, we'll have to slow down and save the crew who fell overboard."

"Leave them alone, leave them alone. Go to the open sea, drive to the open sea. George looked at the airship hovering overhead, and only by maintaining a high speed would the airship not bomb. For technical reasons, airships can only bomb ships that are not moving, or are slowing down. For such a high-speed ship, the airship will not be able to bomb even if it is bombed.

If there is a bomb on the head like this, it is definitely a matter of character. God can't help!

Slowing down will cause the airship to attack. So many airships bombing one target, 500 pounds of bombs, one is enough.

Ships were constantly hit by mines, and some ships simply stopped and raised white flags. George wanted to run, and the soldiers didn't want to run. Compared to hitting a mine and falling into the water, surrender is much more comfortable. At least not like those people in the water, paddling hard to get rid of the whirlpool, but in the end they were pulled into the deep bottom of the sea by the whirlpool.

The fleet was in chaos in an instant, and George ordered to fire on the ships that had raised the white flag and were about to surrender to the Ming Dynasty. The warships of the British Empire must not fall into the hands of the Ming army.

The soldiers were very resistant to this order, but there was nothing they could do. The officers forced them to carry out with their guns, the shells were loaded into the chambers, and the reckoning soldiers either deliberately reported a little more or a little less.

The shells were not accurate, and the two salvos of sea water exploded into the sky, but the ships raising the white flag were unharmed.

But the problem is that the warships that are parked don't know that they have left their hands. Seeing that the flagship wanted to kill himself, he simply broke the net and fucked him.

The shells fell on the flagship, killing several soldiers who were cleaning the shells.

This time, the soldiers on the flagship were also angry, Lao Tzu let you go, and you actually took revenge. Dry! Fuck it.

Without waiting for the Ming navy to strike, the warships of the British Empire fought each other.

Finally rushed out of the port, George's flagship was already scarred. Soon, he saw smoke at sea level. Then, the Ming battleship appeared in his telescope.

Twelve ironclad ships, and on his side, only three remain. Even if he wins this battle, there are still more than two dozen ironclad ships waiting for him behind the Ming army.

When the cannon rumbled on the sea, the Zhangxi people began to enter the city.

The Zhangxi people have an unforgettable hatred for the people of Mumbai. This time he entered the city, and he was naked to take revenge.

When I first entered the city, there were Indians who welcomed me. The Zhangxi people couldn't help but say that they shot at the Mumbaiks. They burst into the homes of the rich and began to loot with impunity. After the robbery, he began to insult the daughters of the rich family. Finally, burn the rich man's house to the ground.

And those women who were insulted were thrown into the fire and burned alive.

The Zhangxi people vented their hatred of being invaded on the people of Mumbai without any scruples. They rob, they kill, and red blood can be seen everywhere. Everywhere you can see the stumps of the human body, and everywhere you can see the Zhangsi people who are bare ass stirring on the bodies of Mumbai women.

This is a chaotic time and Indians have to learn to live like rats. Otherwise, you may never be able to return home when you go out on the street.

Even Hindu Mumbaikars could not stand such mass slaughter. Spontaneous rebel groups appeared, armed with weapons looted from the armory.

Many of these people were former soldiers, armed with weapons, and unusually active in the streets. When he saw Zhang Xiren, he gave a shot. And it's a shot to change a place, and definitely don't empty the gun.

As a result, the streets became even more chaotic, and after an attack, the Zhangxi people would often carry out a mass massacre with the dead as a radius. As long as there are living people within this radius, all are slaughtered. They are the winners, and they have a behemoth called Da Ming behind them, and they can be unscrupulous.

Li Xiao sat outside the city, constantly listening to all kinds of horrific events in the city. I didn't expect that the always gentle and elegant Zhangxi people would be so crazy. It is also true that a month ago the Indians were attacking Zhangxi. With Wu Sangui's virtue, he doesn't care how many people the army kills, and whether these people are wronged or not.

confirms that sentence, sooner or later, you will have to pay it back.

The people of Mumbai are paying off their debts, paying off the blood debt owed by those Mumbai soldiers.

Stalin once said that the debt of blood must be paid by blood. The phrase blood debt and blood repayment is not just a creation of the Ming Dynasty.

"Wu Sangui still hasn't found it?" Li Xiao didn't care how many people died in Mumbai, or how many people died in Zhangxi. Anyway, no matter what kind of dead people are, their grudges are recorded, and they are written down from generation to generation.

Hatred is more difficult to forget than kindness, and it is not wrong to say it at all. For the Ming Dynasty, an India that hates and kills each other is much better than an India that highly identifies with the central power and all ethnic groups live in harmony.

"No, the Indians have been surrounding the Governor's House, and there is no way he can get out. But the governor's palace was searched, but there was still no trace of him. Oh yes, there was a big explosion in the Governor's Mansion on the day the Zhangxi people entered the city. Some of the houses were in ruins, and Wu Sangui was crushed underneath. Li Hu shook his head helplessly, and his guards went to Wu Sangui's Governor's Mansion.

But I didn't find anything for two days, let alone Wu Sangui, I didn't even find a single hair of Wu Sangui.

"Forget it! It's been three days, and Wu Sangui has already run away even if he relies on two legs. Now I can't catch up with him, but I want to see if he went to the Ottoman Empire or if the Persians will take him in. Li Xiao took a sip of wine, Indian wine is not delicious. I don't know what the reason is, and I can't say what it doesn't taste good, but it just doesn't taste good.

Li Xiao is now drinking the filial piety of the Arabs, and these mercenary guys want to get a piece of the pie in India's post-war reconstruction. If you want to get these projects, you naturally have to curry favor with the conquerors.

With the shrewdness of the Arabs, they would never go to the Queen of Zhangxi, or the people of the Typ-Sultan. Everyone knows what they are, and now the most powerful one is still Da Ming. The powerful Ming Empire is like a red sun in the sky, so that people can't open their eyes.

"Wherever Wu Sangui runs, we will chase after him. Anyway, wherever we chase it, it will be a vassal state of the Ming Dynasty. When the time comes, they will pay tribute every year and come to the court every year, and you will be majestic big brother. Li Hu smiled and waved his hand, but there was a bit of momentum to sweep away thousands of troops.

"The third! I'm not the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, so I pay tribute every year. Not only can I not receive much of anything, but I also have to reward these turtles. We don't do loss-making business!

What we want is their resources. Especially mineral resources, these things are not renewable. Our own Ming dynasty should be left for future generations. Now if we want to develop, we can only use theirs.

In the future, if there are no more descendants, they can only come to Daming to buy them from our children and grandchildren. In this way, we can make a lot of money even if we sell resources.

Even if we lose in the future, we can lose for a few more years by relying on these things. Li Xiao put down his wine and looked at the smoke that covered the sky in the distant city of Mumbai.

Nowadays, there are many wooden buildings in the city of Mumbai, and they burn up in pieces. It looks like the city of Mumbai is in danger of being left in ruins. This is not good, Lao Tzu will have to rely on Mumbai to contain the Zhangxi people in the future.

"It's been three days! Tell Queen Zhangxi to let his people withdraw. Tell the Indians in the city to elect a leader to talk to us. We will keep them safe and will no longer allow the Zhangxi people to kill at will. ”

"Huh! Queen Zhangxi is sulking right now. Li Hu smiled a little gloatingly.

"What's wrong?" Li Xiao looked at Li Hu puzzled.

"Ao Ye set up cards to collect money on all the way back to Zhangxi, and constantly what are you. As long as you pass by, you have to pay seventy percent of the tax on your goods, and I heard that even Queen Zhangxi's things have not been spared. ”

"Hah! Lao Ao dared to do this, this time the first division contributed a lot, let him collect some money. When he returned to China, he couldn't collect it even if he wanted to. Is there any news from your second brother? ”

"The second brother killed fifteen British warships and captured three, and sent someone over to ask what to do with the prisoners of war on these three warships?"

"Send them to Egypt by boat, and let them go the rest of the way. We can go wherever we want, we don't care! ”

After explaining several things in a row, Li Hao put down his wine glass. Sun Xing hurriedly handed over the cigar and struck a match to help light the cigar.

Li Xiao took a puff: "Cigars are good, you can also grow some on Ceylon Island." In fact, we can also grow it in Daming, but it's better to get less of this kind of thing. It's not a good thing after all!

In addition, opium poppy is cultivated in many parts of India. This thing has to be eradicated, don't think it's okay for the Indians to smoke us. As long as the Indians smoke it, our Ming people are also likely to be taken badly. It's not easy to learn well, but it's easy to learn badly.

All the lands and vassal countries of the Ming Dynasty did not allow the existence of poppies. If you find out who is planting privately, let Ao Ye ask his king if he has lived enough.

Bring in Queen Zhangxi, Sultan Tiepu, and the kings of those small states. Tell them that it's up to three months. They were ordered to eradicate all the opium poppies in their territory, and after three months, as long as there was a poppy on their land, Ao Ye would cut off their heads.

You went in person to show that I take this matter very seriously. "Regarding the poppy, Li Xiao felt that there was nothing to say. It must be eradicated completely, even by Indians.

"Got it, big brother!"

Li Xiao's order was quickly conveyed, and the Zhangxi people reluctantly withdrew from the city of Mumbai. There were a few elders in Bombay who were temporarily presiding, and soon they elected a new elder.

When Li Xiao saw this elder, he was almost not smoked out by the huge body odor on his body. I can't tell what the smell is, in short, it's weird, Li Xiao always wants to vomit when he smells it.

A piece of sandalwood was lit, which made Li Xiao feel a lot better. Li Xiao was a little suspicious, the incense thing was invented to cover up the taste.

After all, with the living habits of Indians, so many people gather together, you can imagine how the smell hurts the nose. It's a lot better with sandalwood, it can suppress a lot of strange smells, just like the smell of the elder in front of you.

Looking at this guy surnamed Gandhi, Li Xiao felt that Mumbai should be handed over to him to lead. And he also has to ensure that his family can continue smoothly.

"For Mumbai to restore order, order is the most important thing. I will provide you with security, and I promise that there will be no formed army to harass you. And you, too, must hand over all your guns. In the future, Mumbaikars will not be allowed to wear weapons, except for the police.

By the way, the police are also hired by you in Mumbai. We will not interfere, except for the port, we will not care about anything.

We will take over the port, and tell you to stay away from there. With the exception of the workers working in the port, other Indians will be shot mercilessly if they take even half a step into the port, you know? Out of respect for Mr. Gandhi, Li Xiao patiently told him about his policies.

If he hadn't been Gandhi, Sun Xing would have told him at most. Talking to Li Xiao, I'm afraid he doesn't have this qualification yet.

The tongue man translated Li Xiao's words to Gandhi, who lowered his head and whispered something.

Thinking about it with his ass, this gentleman can only say one sentence, and that is "Yes!" ”

For the Ming Dynasty, Indians only have the right to say yes. If they dare to say a word, the Zhangxi people will be killed immediately, and Mumbai will immediately become a hell on earth.