Beiyang new warlord

“Marathas!!!”

As he roared and clattered, the rest of the guards who had fallen off their horses or were still on their horses also gritted their teeth and pulled out their knives.

At this time, after firing the gun, the assassin who rushed out from behind the haystack had already reached his side, and a steel knife with patterns rushed straight to Wu Sangui's head and chopped off.

He didn't even dodge, Wu Sangui directly connected it with his shoulder, and with the sound of metal rubbing against each other, the sharp patterned steel cut into Wu Sangui's shoulder animal head, but it was stuck in the cold of the shoulder. On the forged armor piece, the roar turned into fear here, and in his frightened eyes, Wu Sangui raised the knife with the same beastly roar.

The chest that was exposed for the sake of coolness was opened from the bottom to the top. Daming's hundred steelmaking is not much inferior to these patterned steels. His lungs have been cut open, and blood foam is spitting out of his mouth. He is a full 1.9 in height. Mi's assassin fell to his knees on the ground like a pillar, and then fell down, splashing dust all over the ground.

He didn't care about him at all, and was extremely confident in his sword skills. Wu Sangui rushed forward like a lunatic and slashed at the second assassin.

There is such a point of view in the forum posts of later generations. The difference between a ten thousand enemy and an ordinary general is only a good armor. Although this is an exaggeration, a good armor can indeed greatly improve the combat effectiveness. It's just the armor.

Pfft, the assassin in front was stabbed in the stomach, and before Wu Sangui's soldiers could turn around, sparks erupted from behind him, and a knife mark appeared on the strong cold-forged armor, and he tilted his head, just like a bull. The guard who turned around let out a beast roar and stabbed the knife fiercely again.

In the narrow field, in the brutal fight with knives and knives, blood was already killed in just a few seconds, internal organs, severed hands and feet fell all over the ground, and behind me, I saw several Tang people chopped like blood men , the leading assassin leader was also frightened, so he simply dropped his subordinates, turned around and ran away.

There was another puff of the knife, and the guy in front of him was stunned. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Wu Sangui didn't bother to pull out the knife stuck in his spine. With his right hand, he took out the gun from his waist belt. On the ground, facing the leader of the assassins who jumped into the rice field, he slammed the trigger.

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The pungent stench attracted flies all over the sky, and 22 mutilated corpses were spread out in disorder on the school grounds of Dingwu Fort. The employees pulled over the corpses one by one, and after a while, they pointed to the corpse on the far side.

"Your Excellency, except for this one who should be a Turk, the rest are all Marathas!"

"How can these people know the master's itinerary so well?"

Scratching his bare head, the old monk Huipu was full of doubts, muttering to himself. On the other end, Henry, a British employee of the East India Company, stared at the stack of guns with a frown, and pulled out a gun suddenly. He turned his head to suppress the discomfort, and wiped the gun handle heavily with a handkerchief that had been sprayed with blood. After a while, some weird letters appeared under the blood.

"Marseille, Adrian!"

"These firearms are made by the French. They are special for the colonies. They are used to trade with those barbarians in the East... except for the Ming Dynasty!"

"But how could the Marathas get these things! The Mughal Empire forbids direct trade with these native states!"

Good guy, two big forces have been involved, but this is not over yet. He pinched his chin and looked at the only headless corpse of a Turkic man. After staring at it for a long time, Wu Sangui suddenly lowered his body and tore the corpse apart. On his chest, a ferocious wolf tooth suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Suddenly, a clear smile appeared on his rather handsome face. Wu Sangui fiercely pulled down the wolf tooth necklace, and immediately shook it. In front of the HP monk and his British partner.

"Nawab Palace Guards, Spike Knights!"

"No wonder I feel familiar!"

"That makes sense!"

The monk Huipu shook his head with some headaches, and hummed helplessly: "Jita also has a lot of Maratha garbage, which is traded with the West, and Nawab can also get this kind of musket. In addition to this opportunity, the question is, why? Nawab suddenly wants to attack our general, looking at so many East India companies! Our joint East India company can be regarded as the most law-abiding one!"

"The reason doesn't matter anymore, I'll find out later!"

A wolf-like ferocity appeared on his handsome face, Wu Sangui fiercely slammed the knife on the door frame, and with a buzzing sound, he gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice: "That trash wants to kill me! I must kill him!! !"

"Order to prepare for war!"

"Master, wait!"

When Wu Sangui was angry, even he, the old retainer of the Wu family, felt uneasy and held on. HP waved his hand to restrain Wu Sangui, who seemed to be devouring someone, and his eyes fell on the scattered corpses of the Maratha people again. While pondering, his dim old eyes suddenly lit up.

"They're all Marathas. When something happened, the Spike Knight ran away! This is obviously framed!"

"Master General, we may have something to do in this regard! However, it depends on whether you are ruthless enough, Master General!"

"Oh?"

Wu Sangui couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

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There was no discrepancy between the plan and the beginning. Early the next morning, more than a dozen natives picked up the severed heads of the Maratha people, followed Monk Hewlett-Packard on a small sailboat of the East India Company, and headed straight for Chittagong. Since the Maratha assassin was specially used, it means that this Nawab does not want to directly fall out with the wise and united East India Company on the face of it, at least to drive away the wolf and let the Ming and the Maratha fight first , consume each other.

But since the vice lord Wang has already made a move, how could Daming not follow up?Since you think I think the Maratha people did it, then I'll pretend to be a fool to show you. With these heads, the monk HP went to the provincial capital aggressively to sue.

As soon as this HP left, the entire Calcutta colony also entered chaos.

In the Chinese-inhabited area, the building managers of each building got up hoarsely, shouting for the Ming immigrants from Calcutta to go out.

"There is going to be a war, everyone goes into the castle to take refuge, just bring soft things, don't take heavy things! Life is important, what about you, what the hell are you doing with a sofa on your back? Throw it down! Throw it down!"

With kicks and hits, a group of residents of the Tang Dynasty filed in and got into the Dingwu Fort.

They were being polite, but on the other side, the wolf-like colonial infantry united with the native police force, rushed in from house to house, grabbing food without taking anything else. While crying, bags of grain were piled up to the gate north of Calcutta, and quickly piled up into a hill.

On the other side, the employees of the East India Company were also tremblingly bringing bags of commodity grain from the port wharf area. Seeing the empty granary, the clerk Henry was trembling all over.

Wu Sangui himself was trembling, and his heart was dripping with blood. The city in front of him was built with painstaking efforts. Now that the food is looted and the people flee, it means that he has destroyed the foundation of the city with his own hands. I don't know if the relationship with the robbed temple can be restored.How could his Calcutta be prosperous without these low-class working natives?

The muscles on his face twitched violently. Hearing the crying aboriginal settlement on the other side of the river, and looking back at the empty residence of the Tang people, Wu Sangui fiercely raised the torch! ! !

Chapter 729. City Gate Pond Fish

As soon as the fire was put down, the aroma of rice wafted out along with the smell of burning. Seeing the fierce fire, Henry, the clerk of the East India Company, sat on the ground with limp legs. The harvest of [-] mu is enough to feed [-] people for more than a year, and the goods worth millions of taels are just burned!

Those who followed were stunned by those natives on the south bank who were chasing after them. Indeed, the Ganges plain, which is ripe three times a year, is simply a gift from heaven to the farming people, but it also needs time to mature. Now is the time When the spring rice was just planted, how would they survive these few months?

Even Wu Sangui, who personally lit the fire, was shaking his hands a little. Before the war started, he had personally destroyed everything in his own hands, and it took a lot of courage to deal with it. As monk Hui Pu said, Mao Jue didn't care who dedicated the Mughal Empire to him, but he would never give a loser a second chance.

The fire was blazing, facing those subordinates with mixed feelings, those immigrants from Tang Dynasty, wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, Wu Sangui roared like a wounded lone wolf in the next second.

"Go back to the city, organize the army! Prepare for war!!!"

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Chittagong is not far from here, and monk Huipu rushed eight hundred miles, and he returned from Chittawabu in the early morning of the third day. He is indeed an old fox. his estimate.

Even though he was the mastermind behind the assassination of Wu Sangui, Nawabu still didn't show his hostility. When he "heard" that Wu Sangui was assassinated, he comforted him in surprise and ordered the heads of those Maratha people to be hung on the ground. On the gate of Chittagong, as a punishment!

But when he heard that the monk Huipu asked to send troops to punish the Marathas, Nawabu also obviously practiced Tai Chi, evading the rectification of armaments, and then he had to ask Shah Jahan for instructions. The monk Huipu wanted to avenge himself. It is also noncommittal, and it can be regarded as acquiescence. From his point of view, let the Ming people and the rebellious Indian native race Maratha consume each other, and he is reaping the benefits of the fisherman, just right!

When HP came back with the news, Kolkata had become both quiet and bustling.

The bustling one is Dingwu Fort. Compared with the obsolete and disrepaired equipment during the Chongzhen period, Mao Jue ruled the world and went to another extreme. The update is too fast. Three batches of equipment have been changed in three years after being stationed. The strategic reserve has not been eliminated, and this cut-off eye just happened to be taken out and distributed, and almost all of these immigrant young men were armed.

Some of them, led by veterans, were patrolling the towering and solid fortress walls, while the rest were armed with bayonets and stabbed fiercely forward under the order of the instructor.

After the battle of revenge in Manila, the Ming immigrants in Southeast Asia have greatly enhanced their sense of identity and national pride for Ming. When they learned that the Marathas were coming to attack the Calcutta stronghold, they went up to 1000 and down to [-] , almost every man has a high morale, roaring to defend their homeland with blood, and to defend the city, Wu Sangui can draw more than [-] people.

But what is quiet is the huge urban area of ​​Calcutta. All the Tang people have migrated to Dingwu Fort. Most of the natives who have finally gathered these years have dispersed, even including the police force recruited by Wu Sangui.

The food in the whole city has been turned into a pile of ashes by the river, and the threat of war is on the horizon. The natives will neither oppose the cruel rule of various foreign races impassionedly, nor will they live with you with the same hatred Died together, without the head of life, tens of thousands of people have fled in all directions with their families since the night before.

Standing on the city wall, looking at the empty urban area, even the monk Huipu couldn't help but sigh. After a long time, he just reported the details of Jida and his party to Wu Sangui in a dull manner.