Beiyang new warlord

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Money is not everything, but money is always easy to do. After visiting Nawab, Monk Huipu brought gifts to visit several Bangladeshi military governors. From their mouths, they also got an unexpected news, although it was not good news. .

"French missionaries and Spanish missionaries also participated in it! Moreover, Shah Jahan, who instigated it, directly passed the order to Bangladesh to get rid of us!"

Upon hearing this news, Wu Sangui's brows were obviously furrowed, and he murmured solemnly to himself.

"The French are also involved?"

Compared with Ming Dynasty, these western colonists have one more weapon to open the way, that is, missionaries, these guys who talk about gods and gods, but are more greedy than anything else, are the pioneers of colonization, carrying some advanced knowledge and technology, going in and out of the natives In the court, Christianity was used to assimilate the local indigenous tribes. Even if Westerners admit it, the New World was conquered by a sword in one hand and a Bible in one hand.

It has to be admitted that some missionaries such as Tang Ruowang and Matteo Ricci played some positive roles during the turn of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but it has to be denied that these missionaries were also the source of troubles for the Eastern courts.

However, on weekdays, because of conflicting interests, British missionaries, Spanish missionaries, and French missionaries have always been rivals in the Mughal court. After all, after the battle in Manila, the two countries can be regarded as sworn enemies, but what is the French meddling in?There has never been any enmity between Daming and France!

On this point, the Englishman Henry is more open than Wu Sangui and Monk Huipu, he hummed resentfully: "It's not surprising, these greedy and evil old believers are bewitched by the devil in their hearts, they don't see God The people of the world pursue a happy life, and always want to plunder and exclude us, the true people of God."

"It's true, whether it's Nawab or Shah Jahan, since they have decided to make a big mess in Bangladesh, sooner or later they will be offended!"

He actually let the foreign devils be more appreciative than the monk himself, Hui Pu recited a Buddhist name ashamedly, and then bowed to Wu Sangui.

"The Calcutta old monk will guard the general master, everything depends on the general master!"

He also put away the hesitation and hesitation, pulled out the knife with a bang, and took a deep look in front of his eyes. The next second, Wu Sangui slashed the knife in front of him with murderous aura.

This afternoon, the suspension bridge of Dingwu Fort creaked down, and more than 200 old men of Guanning's cavalry rushed out, following Wu Sangui's battle flag.

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The Mughal Empire can be regarded as the last glory of the Mongolian Empire. It was branched from the descendants of the Timur Empire established by the Turkic Mongol Timur. It relied on the power of a small nomadic kingdom in the river and experienced several generations. Only then did the declining Delhi Sultanate be destroyed and the Womor Empire established.

However, it is precisely because of the invasion of foreign tribes that collusion and tolerance with local forces is indispensable in the process of conquest. The Maratha people are one of them. The ancestors of these people should be the descendants of the first Aryans who conquered India. Weak and lazy Indian natives, these people are as tough and good at fighting as the Sikhs, and they don't want to chew on these hard bones. Mughal emperors of all dynasties have adopted a gentle strategy, so many Maratha states were distributed in the empire, and even in the In the coastal area of ​​South India south of the Deccan Plateau, there are still several Tubang kingdoms that rival the Mughal Empire.

In Bangladesh, there is also such a relatively large Maratha state, centered on Khulna, which has always been the thorn in the eyes of the Bengal Nawabs of all dynasties.

To be honest, in terms of strength, the Maratha people have at least several 10 people and an army of 4 to [-]. In comparison, Wu Sangui's [-] cavalry is simply a small mosquito.

But sometimes, even a tiny mosquito can bring down an elephant!

Kulna State, Aykush Town.

Similar to the loose political system of the Mughal Empire, the Marathas also had a loose clan rule system. An area was a clan feudal territory, and all the subjects were similar to slaves. It was precisely because of this looseness that the four major India, an ancient civilization, did not develop a unified dynasty like China, but it was also because of this kind of localization, which also provided convenience for Wu Sangui.

Slaves do not deserve too much property. Most of the grain harvested in the previous season was stored in the Kshatriya lord class and Brahman temples in the middle of the town.

As the setting sun slanted, the Marathavusa and Sudra classes, who had been busy in the rice fields for a day, still dragged their tired bodies as usual, and slowly returned to the town, even though there were bursts of hurried horseshoes on the side of the road. The sound didn't catch their attention too much.

What do those noble lords have to do with their wage-earning slaves? If you take a second look, you may even be flogged. Who has nothing to do?

Even the city wall guards guarding the wooden stockade didn't pay much attention. In India, only the upper class can ride a horse!

It wasn't until the cavalry rushed to the gate of the town swaggeringly that an unlucky guy recognized from the simple and mysterious seal character battle flag and the armor that was very different from the Indians that this was not their warrior!

"Enemy~~~"

Before the shrill scream was over, Wu Sangui's raised flintlock gun had already slammed and knocked him down.

It is said that he is good at fighting, but he is the tallest among the dwarfs in such a loose and lazy environment in Tianzhu. Even if Guan Ning's cavalry experienced a devastating failure, it was an elite feat forged by countless field battles with the Jiannu cavalry , the entire town has a population of tens of thousands, and thousands of defenders. Seeing such a mere two hundred cavalry swaggering in in front of them, and a master blocking the killing Buddha blocking the killing Buddha, Wu Sangui is like a warrior at the front waving a sword. Like a freehand farmer, he waved the knife casually, even if one person fell, and the town was not big, within two or three minutes, this killing god had already rushed to the center of the town.

Outside the iron tools skillfully formed a defensive circle, and dozens of people inside easily ran in with oil cans. After a while, the aristocratic house full of Persian carpets and emeralds instantly burst into flames. In the fire, in the thick gunpowder smoke, these killing gods once again stepped on their horses, and in front of thousands of Maratha people, they went out from the bloody way they came in.

Looking at the corpses trampled on by horseshoes, none of the Maratha people, who are known as warriors, dared to go up to stop them. He knelt down on the ground suddenly, crying and screaming with his head in his arms.

"Food!!!"

Chapter 7 Thirty

It's still the unlucky man mode, the boss and the second fight, and the third is injured!Jiaduobao Wanglaoji fought, and He Qizheng disappeared. The deputy king of the Mughal Empire wanted to murder the governor of the Ming Empire, and the Maratha people who had done nothing were beaten.

The most powerful thing about the Qing army, or the nomads in the north, is not their combat effectiveness, but their erratic and unpredictable mobility. Wu Sangui, who has been fighting against nomads for half his life, learned this thoroughly, only two hundred cavalry!He doesn't confront you head-on either, he rushes into the town where you live, sets fire to your granary, and runs away after setting fire.

You can't beat him in individual ability!Waiting for enough infantry regiments to be assembled, they would have already run away, and such a small number of Guanning cavalry has really become a pain point for the entire Maratha state.

In the evening, standing on the city wall of Kulna, looking at the great plains in the distance, the Tubang King Kulkuna couldn't help wrinkling a few deep lines of anger on his face. In his sight, there was another It was several raging fires that soared into the sky.

"This is already No.13 this month! The damned Tang people have burned a full 700 million lakhs of rice grain, and our Kushner people have begun to starve!"

"And we Natoli!"

Dozens of Maratha noble chiefs stood below angrily, with angry roars one after another.

"Wang, we can't let these Chinese monkeys toss about any longer!"

"We must show these Chinese monkeys some seriousness, destroy their Calcutta! Turn all Chinese into slaves!"

But as the Tubang King, or the Tubang King under the eyes of the Mughal Empire, Kurkuna obviously needs to consider more than just anger. He turned a deaf ear to the messy roars and complaints behind him. In the Great Plains, the granary is burning so big that even if it is more than ten or twenty miles away, you can see the flames in the sky, with a gloomy face. Turned around abruptly.

"Send people to contact Ambijabul, Mendela, Yeola, and Sagar, the Maratha kingdoms, and at the same time ask for help from the Kingdom of Mysore and Thanjaur!"

"Order the states to gather warriors!"

Finally, the war was about to start, and a group of Maratha lords let out a loud roar as if they had been given a shot in the arm, and none of the bald-headed ones, who didn't know how hard Wu Sangui had bullied them, roared excitedly: "Lao Tzu Burn Calcutta to ashes, hang that Chinese monkey at the mouth of the Ganges, and use the most blazing sun to dry him up!"

But before these guys finished cheering, Tubang King's hoarse voice made the nobles stop abruptly.

"The enemy is not the Tang people! We are going to attack the Mughals in Jida!!!"

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When the southeast of Bengal was full of gunpowder, the court of Jida was very peaceful. A plate of mahjong made of ivory was played by Vice King Nawabu and three military governors. At Xingtou, all four of them took off their luxurious silk clothes, revealing dense chest hair covered with white flesh.

There was an unpleasant smell of sweat in the air. More than a dozen Persian dancers wore bright yellow long skirts covered with jewels, exposing their toned bellies. Enduring the unpleasant smell of sweat, they danced lightly to the music. That seductive belly dance, on the bare feet, the bells made of silver swayed, exuding the extravagance of singing and dancing.

Nawabu couldn't help being unhappy. In the past few days, Wu Sangui has really been able to toss. At least more than 20 Maratha granaries have been lost, and 600 people have been killed. It is estimated that in his Maratha state in Suba, Bangladesh, he must Hui's vitality was greatly injured, and the angry Maratha people wiped out Wu Sangui, just in time to complete the task assigned to him by Shah Jahan.

The only regret is that there is no such a sensible businessman as Wu Sangui, and there is no such a lot of cheap silk tea to squander. It is a pity that Nawabu can't be happy after touching a Dongfeng beard.

But when there was a burst of mahjong crackling in the palace, a Turkic wolf-tooth knight rushed in, knelt down on the ground hurriedly, and kowtowed to report.

"Nawab, the Marathas of Khulna are starting to assemble their troops!"

"Oh? So slow! Dongfeng!"

Throwing a card casually, Nawabu waved his hand at the guard indifferently: "There is a messenger from Calcutta blocking it, let's go down!"

"But, Nawab, the direction where the group of Maratha barbarians gather is Borisar!"

With a bang, the next card fell straight onto the table, full of disbelief, the Bengal emperor, a member of the royal family of the Mughal Empire, stood up in disbelief, and shouted in horror.

"Kurkuna is coming to Jida?"