Beiyang new warlord

A while ago in the battle between the Huaihe River and the Huaihe River, two unlucky brothers and sisters who were unlucky with him, Xilu Mayaozi Wang Fuchen made military exploits in Lizhuang, and he was already a regimental deputy. The team is upright, although the three of them are about the same in the fight for official positions, but they are rising steadily in the army, no matter how you look at it, there are many opportunities, how about yourself?Reduced to being a babysitter for a group of businessmen!

Wu Sangui joined the naval division because he saw Yuan Dabao here for the first time. He was impressed by this opponent in the Shanhaiguan battle. It is probably a good job to be placed here. The second point is that the future goal must be to calm down In the south of the Yangtze River, ships from the south and horses from the north, fighting against the Southern Ming Dynasty, there are probably many places where ships are used, and there are many opportunities for meritorious service.

Man is not as good as God, and God knows that Mao Jue won't fight if he says he won't fight!

"Oh, God is jealous of talents!"

In my eyes, the sea is full of crashing seas. It has been more than a month since I set off from Hangzhou. Except for replenishment in Champa, I have been sailing for six or seven consecutive days. I haven’t even encountered a big storm. Looking at In front of the jagged sea, Wu Sangui couldn't help but yawned again, and then sighed helplessly.

Why don't you go back this time and find Wang Fuchen for a walk?Even if he is subservient to his subordinates, there are many opportunities in the army anyway, so he won't waste his youth here, but it's not easy to work for this navy division Qianhu, and it would be a pity to give up.

Just when Wu Sangui was struggling, a laugh suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Brother Ang is so excited! You can see the sea so engrossed!"

Wu Sangui turned his head, but it was a young boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old and came out excitedly from under the cabin, with a few drops of ink on his face, and his hands were full of drawing boards and paintings. of pigments.

This kid's surname is Xu, he took refuge in Mao Jue, and passed the imperial examination to become the magistrate of Xing'an. He is the nephew of a literati named Xu Xiake. Xu Xiake was a salt merchant in Yangzhou. He had this relationship. This kid sneaked in as a company employee The fleet is coming.

For this kid, Wu Sangui felt that his destiny was connected. If he went to take Mao Jue's civil service exam, he might be the chief of this bureau or that bureau now, but now he was sent to the frontier with him.

Wu Sangui, who was always fierce, also shook his head with a rare kind smile.

"Mr. Wu, I'm not as sentimental as you literati! Wu is just lamenting that the world is so big, and he hasn't reached it after walking for so many days!"

Not to mention, a casual perfunctory sentence made the boy's eyes light up with excitement, and he couldn't stop nodding his head.

"That's right. I used to travel around with my uncle, and I already felt that the world is very big. After following the regent, I just realized what kind of frog I am!"

"Look, Brother Ang, this is the map of India that I translated and drew from the books of Xi Fan! This is the Bengal we are going to, the village of Calcutta, and this is the holy mountain that Tibetan monks say. It’s the size of the Central Plains! The population here is almost as large as the Central Plains. I never imagined that there would be an empire as rich and powerful as my Ming Dynasty!”

Comparable to the Central Plains?Hearing the lad Xu Liangui's emotion, Wu Sangui couldn't help but snorted coldly with disdain. Even now, the Ming Empire is still the center of the world in his mind, and the rest are all backward barbarian vassal states. Can it be compared to Daming?Either Yelang is arrogant or the Arabian Nights!

After all, he is young, with no hair on his mouth and short knowledge!

Unaware of Wu Sangui's contempt, he put the first map on the deck to dry, Xu Liangui flipped over the second one, and then showed Wu Sangui the pointing like that.

"This river is the Ganges River of the Indians, which is equivalent to the Yellow River in our Ming Dynasty. From here, it is all the Great Plains, rich in rice, cotton and hemp! The population is densely populated. The task assigned by the company is to go up as much as possible to understand the local people. Mountains and rivers, geography, local customs!"

"I, Xu Liangui, can be the No. 1 of my Ming Dynasty's deep entry into foreign lands!"

With excited eyes staring at the stars, Xu Liangui posted the second itinerary map again. The speaker did not intend to listen to the listener. Although he was still very suspicious and disdainful of Bijian Daming, a few words still jumped to Wu Sangui's heart.

Full of plains! Rich in rice! Densely populated!

Mao Jue suddenly had a truce with Nanming, and soon after he bought the British East India Company. As the king of regent, he actually wanted to handle lowly business affairs.

But now, Wu Sangui has a little bit of understanding! What a Mao Jue, what a big ambition, Ming has not settled down yet, and he has already started to focus on foreign lands. This is the rhythm of becoming a great emperor like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and becoming famous outside the region! !

Then who is Wei Qing and who is Huo Qubing is unknown!

Suddenly, he wasn't so resistant to this mission anymore, and while the kid was posting information, Wu Sangui couldn't help picking up the binoculars again.

Looking around, the endless sea suddenly came to an end, and the emerald green land suddenly came into view!

India has arrived!

Chapter 637. The land of the three buddies

Ouch~Ah~~

Just like the beginning of the funny Indian movies of later generations, Wu Sangui's trip to the country of Asange started amidst a long burst of Indian folk songs.

It is not unreasonable for the British to choose the small village of Calcutta as their base. It is close to the mouth of the Ganges River, and the sea transportation is developed. Moreover, the nearby terrain is flat, the land is fertile, and the products are rich. It is very suitable for colonial plunder. Go upstream and unload on the shore.

To be honest, Mao Jue really caught up with a good time. In [-], the first British civil war reached a critical moment. The model army headed by Cromwell had completely suppressed the British king on the battlefield. The royal army of Charles I, the royal family is about to be defeated.Regardless of the fact that the East India Company was established by the bourgeoisie, their relationship with the King of England is extremely close. The one who approved the establishment of the company was the Lord of Stuart, Queen Elizabeth of England. The royal family is still the major shareholder of the company. Asylum of the trade privileges of the East India Company.

Conversely, the company's relationship with the rest of the new capitalist aristocrats is not so good.Envious of the company's lucrative trading profits in the East, the Congress requested several times to cancel the East India Company's exclusive trading rights, and the conflict with the company's shareholders was extremely sharp.

In the ten years of Chongzhen, there was an incident of British businessmen attacking Guangdong. That group of British businessmen was led by Sir Corden to bribe Congress to form the Corden Group. They ignored the ban of the East India Company and forcibly drove to the East for trade. The conflict caused the East India Company to waste their little relationship with Daming when they struck up a conversation.

Now that the parliament is gaining power and the king is down, seeing that under the auspices of the parliament, the new East India Company is about to emerge, and the old East India Company is at a time when there is no one to rely on. At this juncture, Mao Jue threw an olive branch, willing Using his royal power to provide new asylum for the East India Company, this is why Robert can agree so easily. If Mao Jue wanted to buy the British East India Company when Charles I took control of the war three years ago, or after the Glorious Revolution in [-] , is not much easier than wanting to participate in the Dutch East India Company.

But no matter what the shareholders of the East India Company in London voted, it was a foregone conclusion that the Indian East India Company would fall into the hands of Mao Jue. This ship docked, and the native laborers hired by the company in India were naked and dark Singing chant as in the beginning, carrying heavy cargo boxes, at this time, the Sikhs with hoods, white uniforms and bearded faces often appeared in later British movies. The native soldiers also appeared, proudly urging them with their arms up their arms, and mercilessly hit the sticks on those who were lazy, and a dull bang was a green mark. They were even more cruel to their compatriots than the British.

Standing at the bow of the boat, looking around through the binoculars, although he was still full of disdain for what Xu Liangui said was comparable to the Central Plains, Wu Sangui still couldn't help but nodded.

As far as the agricultural society is concerned, this place is really a good place. The alluvial terrain of the Ganges River is flat and endless, and the hot and humid soil is extremely fertile. The rice paddies on both sides have already pulled out yellow and orange tassels, and there are dark Bengal natives. Bending and bowing in the rice fields, he kept busy. In terms of richness, this place is much better than the southern half of the Liaoxi Corridor he was trapped in.

Looking at this, Wu Sangui suddenly became melancholy. The bloody fighting in Chongzhen for more than ten years has just been subsided. The memory of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood is still strong in his mind. Overseas is so rich. Fighting hard enough, why did he end up in such a miserable state?

A few shouts suddenly sounded from under the boat, making Wu Sangui's melancholy disappear for a moment, and he poked his head down, but it was a middle-aged man in a dark green gown, worried about his belly, calling him with extraordinary momentum.

"Master Wu, Manager Thomas is going to Jida City to meet the Nawab of Bengal. Manager Thomas hopes that Military Attaché Daming will follow him. I wonder if Your Excellency is free?"

This person is Zhang Canghai, a businessman from Hangzhou. Before Mao Jue cut off Hangzhou, he was the largest tea merchant in the area. However, Nanming plundered Zhucheng, his family went bankrupt, and he naturally joined Mao Jue’s newly formed East India Company. In view of his ability, he was appointed as the treasurer of India by the great man of the company.

In the past, Wu Sangui would have felt a great humiliation when he took orders from a businessman, but looking at this fertile plain, unconsciously, the mentality of this ambitious guy had quietly changed.

You can definitely do something here!

"Master Zhang, wait a moment, the general will arrange a garrison at the end, and follow up!"

With a happy promise, Wu Sangui also hastily turned over and got off the boat.

Historically, the East India Company took control of Calcutta in [-] and built a permanent garrison here. Before that, it was not that the shareholders of the East India Company did not want to do this. It was really involved in the British Civil War Lack of manpower and material resources, there is no way, in the struggle with the Dutch in Southeast Asia, it has been retreating steadily, and finally almost completely abandoned the spice business in Southeast Asia after the Anwen massacre, and retreated to India, and the various trading post strongholds in India have also completely shrunk. Defensive stance.

But now, history has changed. With Mao Jue, the new major shareholder, pouring money into the company continuously, the East India Company is like a full-fledged robber, sharpening its knife and rushing for new wealth.

Next to the Calcutta village, under the surprised eyes of those British scribes, more than 200 capable infantrymen with flintlock guns and oriental armor took over the sentries and watchtowers on the edge of the village, followed by a large group carrying abacus The scribes of Master Ming entered the company building leisurely, and then a magic trick was revealed in the eyes of these scribes.

The abacus beads were crackling. It was supposed to be calculated for many days in the hands of these masters, but it was over in less than half a day, and the handover was completed. It looks like Jesus himself.

On the other side, with more than 50 soldiers, pulling seven or eight carts of silk and goods, followed by the local manager Thomas the British, Wu Sangui kicked his horse and galloped northward.

The Little Ice Age, which hit the whole world, did not have a big impact on India, which is mainly in the subtropical tropics. Although the road is broken, but on this road, both sides of the road are full of green farmland, jute, rice, food crops and economic development. The borders of the crops are almost invisible. In the dilapidated villages where the wind leaks everywhere, local women wearing old sari weave beautifully patterned homespun cloth with dark hands and dexterous spinning threads. Occasionally, the upper castes can be seen wearing large robes. Waiting for the luxurious gold and ivory products to pass by, the lower castes immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed their heads along the way.

Wu Sangui and other Ming soldiers who were seen in a series of exotic styles were simply dizzying. However, this series of surprises reached its climax when they arrived in Chittagong City.

Pieces of white marble were piled up to form a neat and tall city wall, and there were towering round pointed towers on top of it. Teams of infantry lazily watched the spears patrolling back and forth.

In the city, stone buildings that are completely different from those of the Ming Empire are everywhere. The huge dome of the Great Mosque exudes gorgeous brilliance in the setting sun. Monks with cassocks, or bald heads, or monks with disheveled hair bowed their heads devoutly and worshiped as if no one else was around. On the street, there were snake dancers who played flutes to make cobras fly wildly, fire eaters who swallowed fire in mouthfuls, and a hand Holding on to his crutches, he was actually an ascetic monk sitting in the middle of the avenue.

Even the well-informed Zhang Canghai was taken aback by this posture, the old businessman stopped, took out a tael of silver and threw it into the ascetic monk's bowl, bowed, and continued reciting the Buddha's name walk forward.

After all, opportunities are reserved for those who are interested. When everyone is shouting for this exotic scenery like a country bumpkin, Wu Sangui's eyes have already landed on some unusual places.

First of all, the defenders on the top of the city. The dark-skinned infantry are undoubtedly local natives. Looking at them, the first thing Wu Sangui thought of was the three major battalions of the capital, which were composed of city hooligans, local rogues, and rich children. The airy army, but immediately, he denied this impression again. The three major battalions of the capital are still wearing armor and holding swords, but the guys in front of them are not as well equipped as the tents. God totem, a semi-circular gown, the chest, arms, and waist are directly exposed. Most people are equipped with wooden handle guns that are less than one person tall or one that is long enough to see its power. single large wooden bow.