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The portrait of the fat and fat Nawab with the head of a pig and the body of a pig still hangs proudly above the artillery position of the Left Army Mercenary Regiment.

Justanbul was going crazy.

And what made him even more angry and frightened was that with his failure, his control over the entire army also declined.

"Report! Nawab, Governor Mir Jabr refuses to fight, Governor Danathan wants to reorganize his troops, and the two governors in the southeast are also preparing to attack!"

Listening to Xiao Bing's report, Nawabu couldn't help but have horrible earthworm marks on his forehead, and his eyes almost popped out of the deep eye sockets. However, he was helpless for a while because of the passive sabotage of several military governors.

The Mughal Empire was a feudal empire, and the Ming Empire was a feudal unified empire. The difference of three words can be separated by hundreds of thousands of miles. Just like the tribes in Mongolia, these feudal cavalry and fief cavalry also obeyed. Their hereditary lords, there is a proverb in the Central Plains, the barbarian has no national fortune for a hundred years, it is also talking about the sorrow of this kind of regime, to improve morale, the big and small lords can work together to fight a bloody road, but when the benefits are distributed, the internal conflicts It is so sharp that it becomes the main contradiction, making these greedy descendants of nomads desperate.

When he was not mobilizing troops, his Wabu was still majestic and bossy, but everyone mobilized, seeing the impenetrable musket formation of the Ming army and the corpses of thousands of fief knights including Arafah, Who is willing to use the cavalry in their hands to go forward and fill cannon fodder?

This kind of situation is, when everyone is going together, Wu Sangui has eight heads that are not enough to cut off, but at the critical moment, he just can't mobilize the main force of his subordinates. One can imagine the feeling of being aggrieved!

The light infantry was sent to death more or less, and the sun was getting more and more westward. Seeing the eye-catching pig-like face, the continuous anger finally swallowed the last sliver of reason in Jastanbul. With a roar, he dragged Damascus to bend With the knife, he actually strode towards the front line himself.

.......

Once again, thousands of imperial light infantry rushed upwards like a lunatic with short spears amidst cries of fear and despair. After a few shots, at a distance of more than 70 meters from the trench, the group of light infantry scattered as usual.

But behind the turbulent ash, there was an earth-shattering roar immediately, and suddenly got on his horse, wearing a Central Asian leaf armor, covered with a bearded Persian cavalry, Turkic cavalry suddenly appeared through the crowd in the mercenary In front of the Corps, holding high a fine patterned steel Damascus knife, charged over full of anger.

"Ay Ya I gi!"

Ma Shixiu, who was lying on the ditch with a drink, turned over from the mound cleverly. He found a musket somewhere, and while firing the gun, he screamed angrily: "Shoot, shoot back, fuck the fuck!" of!!!"

I was really caught off guard. Some mercenaries who couldn't react forgot to shoot in three bursts. They just raised their guns and hugged the fire. The dense bullets hit them. heap.But this time, Justanbul put his own bottom on the bottom of the box. The feudal knights of the central leader were tied to his interests. Nawab personally led the battle. It is also a deadly battle that will not retreat, facing the astonishing casualties, pressing forward desperately.

70 meters, the cavalry galloped for only ten seconds, the second round of guns had just sounded, these nomadic desperadoes had already rushed to the front, Ma Shixiu watched helplessly as a gleaming Damascus steel knife was aimed at his forehead .

But, mercenaries still have trenches!

Shrinking his body, the cavalryman flew directly over his head, and when he raised his head, just in time, another snow-white horse's belly passed over his head. As soon as the bayonet was installed, Ma Shixiu stabbed upwards. The internal organs of the man's body spurted out mixed with blood, and the Turkic knight above was thrown several meters away. He waved the Damascus scimitar twice in vain, and immediately collapsed to the ground.

At the central artillery position, Wu Sangui, who had been staring at the flag of the Vice King of Bengal floating over the attacking team for a day, burst out with unprecedented light in his pupils. That kind of enthusiasm is called ambition!Picking up his two-handed goose-wing saber, he slashed at a fief knight who was heading straight for the cannon. Hot blood spattered on his face, and Wu Sangui roared wildly.

"Come on! After killing this barbarian, we will win this time!"

"A whole splendid and rich city is waiting for you to harvest! If you want to get rich, kill them all!!!"

Roaring and slashing into the crowd while waving a big knife, Wu Sangui's roar seemed to activate the morale halo. Hearing wealth, those mercenaries who traveled across the ocean also showed bloodthirsty eyes, like a group of Like a hungry wolf, he greeted him fiercely.

Finally ushered in close combat, but at this time, Nawab Jastanbul found sadly that the great Mughal cavalry who crossed the subcontinent did not have the advantage, and it was even more appropriate to lose the wind.

Between the three trenches, the cavalry, known for their speed, could not run at all, and it was the first time that the invincible Damascus scimitar encountered an unprecedented enemy. The one-inch-thick steel sheet was forcibly beaten to one or two millimeters by the machine. After cold forging and compression Its metal defense is astonishing. The Damascus steel knife that cuts leather armor and cloth armor is like cutting melons and vegetables, and only a large number of sparks popped out. There must be a powerful imperial knight screaming and falling off the horse. On the edge of the ditch, the main force of Jida he was proud of was picked to death in the ditch one by one. The descendants of the world conqueror screamed in fear and retreated, killing red The sharp-eyed man rushed out of the trench like a lunatic, desperately opening bloody holes in the imperial knights.

Seeing the ferocious battlefield, the actual ruler of Bengal also began to feel terrified!

With an almost pleading tone, Justanbul yelled in grief and indignation: "Let Mir Jabr send troops immediately, hurry up! Otherwise Bengal Subba will be finished!!!"

Before the courier who accepted his order could run out, there was a loud cheer on the huge battlefield.

"Nwab is dead!"

"The leader of the barbarians is dead! Kill the thief and get the reward!!!"

Under Jastanbul's inconceivable gaze, a bamboo pole provoked a turbaned, bearded head, and before he could yell angrily, something that frightened him happened again, and he was already beaten How could the bewildered fief knight still have the mind to distinguish the true from the false? As the enemy shouted in Persian, the imperial cavalry at the front finally couldn't hold back, crying and retreating.

And behind him, Lapjet's hired cavalry, who had been silent for a long time, finally moved, but the target was not what he expected in Jiadingstanbul......

7 Chapter Forty. The Crow's Feast

There was no major event for more than 100 years, but in just one April in [-] AD, two epic battles broke out. First, the Subali victory was experienced, and then the Mughal Empire encountered unprecedented fiasco.

And it was not defeated by the enemy, but by the butcher's knife of one's own people.

Maybe it's the setback of the Jastanbul Central Army, and the backbone of Bangladesh is still under the command of the four military governors. If they can hold their ground, with the 3000 troops fooled by Wu Sangui, how can he go to heaven?

However, driven by the desire for power, when Nawab gave the leadership, he didn't even have time to distinguish whether it was true or not. Mir Jabr, one of the four governors who were obsessed with power, couldn't wait to kill the governor who threatened his succession. Danatan, the Damascus scimitar of the Lapujet elite mercenary who had been hiding the blade all day first drank the blood of his own people.

It never occurred to me that Mir Jabr was so crazy. He put all his energy on the frontal battlefield. Danatan turned around and ran away.

Without these foreign conqueror masters in custody, the Bangladeshi Suba light infantry whose morale was negative even disperse immediately, and 5 people fled backwards in overwhelming numbers. Mir Jabr, Holstein The cavalry who waited for others dispersed.

In just 10 minutes, the invincible Bangladeshi army has fallen into an irreversible defeat. No matter who the troops are, they all fled backwards, and the precious Damascus scimitar was thrown everywhere like garbage. The surviving war elephants with squinting eyes raised their noses and neighed in fear, but no one cared about these giant war beasts anymore.

To be honest, there were not many casualties in this war. There were only 3000 people in total. They let go of the killing all day, but they were only in the early [-]s. Throwing ten thousand heads on the battlefield is simply not worth mentioning, but the impact it brought was unprecedented, marking the collapse of the ruling order of the Mughal Empire and the glorious coronation of the new king.

Panting heavily, Wu Sangui seemed to be crazy as he switched to the double-handled wild goose-winged knife. Thick blood covered his face, and the deep scar left by Fifty Riders saving his father in the past was adorned with blood. The lowering was particularly obvious, and Wu Sangui roared crazily as he excitedly held the sword high.

Three years!His ambition is completely fulfilled!

The three war elephants that Jiastanbul worked so hard to keep were in the hands of Wu Sangui in the end. He didn't like these guys with huge teeth and fangs at all. Dragging the Hongyi cannon of the Ming army, they rushed northward heavily.

Basically, the military power of Bangladesh has been disintegrated. Just like that, 3000 people swaggered across the vast land of Bangladesh. On May [-]th, half of the left army mercenary regiment, full of dreams of getting rich, arrived successfully. Before Chittagong.

Even Zuo Jun, who had stayed in the colorful world of the Central Plains, was short of breath when facing this city.

The gilded white marble mosque stands majestically under the setting sun, and the golden roof exudes a fascinating metallic luster. One after another is somewhat similar to the Dongjiang cement building, but the decoration is more gorgeous, full of exotic flavors. The small marble buildings form a neat block, and even the stones on the porch are inlaid with precious Persian cat's eyes. In the garden, all kinds of exotic flowers and plants blooming in full bloom, and there are all kinds of mixed-race beauties from Central Asia. From behind the porch, the new conquerors were eyed with horror.

In the next second, after a cheer, the entire left army instantly turned into wild beasts, their pupils were blood red from greed, and they rushed into the city like a lunatic.

I don’t know how much effort was spent to collect the garden was trampled on at will, the exquisite statues crashed to the ground, and the carved stone pillars were riddled with holes by the handles of guns and knives, just to dig out the gems on them, the beautiful Arabian While the female slave screamed in horror, the dirty mercenary resisted on her shoulders, kicked open a mahogany door at will and broke in, and immediately there was the sound of cloth cracking and the woman's screams.

I don’t know how many famous paintings and portraits with artistic gold content, out-of-print Persian ancient books, Egyptian papyrus manuscripts were thrown into the flames and turned into ashes for nothing. The out-of-control Ming army is no better than the nomads such as the Mongols and the Huns. Mughal Nearly a hundred years of history, economy, and cultural accumulation in Bangladesh have suffered an unprecedented catastrophe.

As for the wolf heads of this pack of wolves, the ones they enjoy are naturally the best. Nawab’s life and death are unknown, and the Wolf Fang Guards have already collapsed. With dozens of old brothers from Guanning’s iron cavalry, Wu Sangui easily occupied them. The Grand Mosque in Jastanbul.

In the past, Wu Sangui gave gifts, exquisite silk, heavy silver, and priceless gems were sent inside. Now, Wu Sangui has finally become the owner of this Bangladesh treasury. The door to the door burst open, and even a hero like him Wu Sangui couldn't help breathing fast, and his pupils magnified to the extreme in an instant because of the golden light in front of him.

Beginning on May [-]th, Wu Sangui led his men to plunder the capital of Bengal for a full week. When he led his army to leave, the beautiful city that had condensed countless years of painstaking efforts had been reduced to ruins. Even the gold leaf on the dome of the Great Mosque was peeled off, and the houses of the feudal knights and lords were in a mess, as if they had been hit by a typhoon.

There were more than 800 people when they entered the city, but the team expanded to 1 when they left the city. The painters and carvers in the city, the beautiful Persian female slaves, and the Arab female slaves were tied with ropes on their hands, and they were led like a bunch of grasshoppers. Out of the city, the mule, a strong black slave, was carrying the heavy box. Occasionally, heavy gold and silver coins would fall down from the cracks in the box.

No one knows how much wealth Wu Sangui looted from this ancient capital, but this incident made the Wu family super rich even after more than 100 years in Ming Dynasty. Countless exquisite works of art from Central Asia and India are his family's precious collections , the Patriarchs of the Wu family in the past dynasties were even famous as collectors and philanthropists, but behind this glamorous beauty, few people remembered Wu Sangui's bloody hands back then.

Before Wu Sangui returned to Calcutta, the port towns that withered due to the war bloomed with prosperity once again, and it was unprecedentedly prosperous! Knowing the atrocities committed by Wu Sangui's army in Chittagong, the East India Company is like a vulture smelling carrion. In just over a month, the originally unknown Kolkata stronghold instantly became crowded with merchants, with piles of cement building materials, a whole ship of fine wine and cigarettes, and all kinds of food and luxury goods from the vast Southeast Asia, stuffed into the port like no money , Kolkata, whose population had already dropped to 1, unexpectedly soared to more than 5 in a short period of time.

Before they even had time to build stores, one after another in the Daming territory, those resounding time-honored and century-old stores, and the newly established wealthy companies directly set up simple tents outside the city, brought their abacus and ledgers, and started business directly.

These black-hearted capitalists are like scavenging crows, waiting with anticipation for the leftovers left by the ferocious carnivores after their feast.

It didn't disappoint their waiting. At the end of May, with a lot of spoils, this bandit army was welcomed back to Calcutta like a hero.

It was like a crazy grab, the white cash and the thick bank notes of the Imperial Bank were frantically stuffed forward by the merchants to snap up the spoils of these soldiers, bags of gems the size of dates, diamonds the size of bird eggs , the leather Persian carpets were pulled from these soldiers, and before they understood what was going on, the burden on the mercenaries of the left army who went out was several times more than ten times, all of which were heavy silver.

Even these mercenaries themselves don't know how much money they have in their pockets. The unimaginable wealth in this life is hanging on them, and the left soldiers who walked out of the market one by one are simply stupid.