It's still the unlucky mode, the eldest and the second are fighting, and the third is injured! The king of Gaduobao, Lao Ji, fought and disappeared with him, and the vice-king of the Mughal Empire wanted to murder the governor of the Ming Empire, and the Marathas, who had nothing to do, were beaten.

The most powerful thing about the Qing army, or the northern nomads, is not the combat effectiveness, but the erratic and unpredictable mobility, which makes Wu Sangui, who has been fighting against the nomads for half his life, learn it thoroughly, just 200 cavalry! He will not confront you head-on, but will go into the town where you live, and set fire to your granary, and run away with a fire.

You can't beat him with individual ability! Waiting for the gathering of enough infantry corps, the people would have run away a long time ago, and the Guanning Iron Cavalry with such a little bit has really become a pain point for the entire Maratha princely state.

In the evening, standing on the walls of Kulna, looking out at the great plain in the distance, the face of the princely king Kulkuna could not help but wrinkle a few deep lines of anger, and in his sight, several fierce fires rose to the sky.

"This is the thirteenth of the month! Damn the Tang people have burned a full seven million rak of rice, and our Kushner people are already starving! ”

"And we're Natouri!"

Dozens of Maratha aristocratic leaders stood below in a rage, roaring angrily.

"Wang, we can't let these Tang monkeys toss anymore!"

"You have to give these Don monkeys something to look at and destroy their Calcutta! Turn all the Dons into slaves! ”

But as the king of the princely state, or the king of the princely state under the nose of the Mughal Empire, Kurkuna needs to consider more than anger, and he is deaf to the chaotic roar and complaint behind him, he is gloomy looking at the great plain under the night, the granary is burning so much, even if it is ten or twenty miles away, you can see the flames in the sky, full of gloom, for a long time, this fifty-year-old, because of his devotion to Hinduism and wearing sackcloth, the lean little old man finally turned around suddenly.

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

"Order the states to assemble their warriors!"

When the war finally started, a group of Maratha lords all snorted violently as if they had been shot in the arm, and a bald head who didn't know how bitter and hateful he was bullied by Wu Sangui roared excitedly: "Lao Tzu wants to burn Calcutta to the ground, hang that Tang monkey at the mouth of the Ganges, and bake him dry with the most blazing sun!" ”

But before these guys could finish cheering, the hoarse voice of the king of the princely state made the nobles stop abruptly.

"The enemy is not the Don! We are going to attack the Mughals of Jida!! ”

When there was a smoke of gunpowder in the southeast of Bengal, the court of Jida was very happy, a plate of mahjong made of ivory, the vice-king of Nawab and the three military governors played loudly, these states did not pay attention to any etiquette, and when they hit the head, the four people up and down all took off their luxurious silk clothes, revealing a body of white flesh and dense chest hair.

The air was filled with the unpleasant smell of sweat, and more than a dozen Persian dancers wore bright yellow pendants full of jeweled breast-wrapping dresses, exposing their toned lower abdomen, enduring the unpleasant smell of sweat, and lightly dancing the seductive belly dance to the music.

I can't help but be unhappy, in the past dozens of days, Wu Sangui is really able to toss, at least less than 20 granaries of the Marathas, attacking and killing five or six hundred people on the other side, it is estimated that in the Maratha state in his Bengal Suba, he will definitely be greatly injured, and the angry Marathas have wiped out Wu Sangui, and they have just completed the task given to him by Shah Jahan.

The only regret is that there is no more sensible businessman like Wu Sangui to blackmail, and there are no more cheap silk tea to squander.

But just when there was a crackling sound of mahjong in the palace, a Turkic wolf-toothed knight suddenly broke in, knelt on the ground in a hurry, and kowtowed to report.

"Nawab, the Marathas of Kulna have begun to gather troops!"

"Oh? So slow! Dongfeng! ”

Throwing out a card at random, Nawab waved his hand at the guard unconcernedly: "There is a messenger from Calcutta to stop it, go down!" ”

"But, Kenawab, the direction in which the Maratha barbarians are gathered is Borisarbon!"

With a bang, the next card fell straight on the table, full of unconfidence, and the Bengal emperor, a side branch of the Mughal royal family, stood up in disbelief and shouted in horror.

"Kurkuna is coming to Jida?"

"Is he crazy?"

Persimmons have to find soft pinching, how to look at it, the Tang people in Calcutta are all soft persimmons, and Wu Sangui is like a madman, killing people everywhere and setting fire to food, in Nawab's opinion, how can the Marathas hate the East India Company a little more!

But what he forgot was the current political situation in the Mughal Empire.

In order to build the mausoleum for his favorite concubine, Emperor Shah Jahan has spent all the savings that the treasury has hoarded for many years, and in order to collect money, he broke a rule established by the third Mughal emperor Akbar to stabilize his rule, and began to levy a poll tax on Hindus again!

The Marathas are devout Hindus! Those dark-skinned natives who have been Shudras for thousands of years do not dare to resist, which does not mean that they are willing to obediently go bankrupt and pay for the emperor's romantic love! Originally because of the tax increase, the contradictions between the Mongol descendants from Central Asia and the local natives have become acute, and the Maratha princely states in the Mughal Empire have already begun to stir up.

Coincidentally, Wu Sangui's incident broke out again, and his active attack completely became the fuse that ignited this barrel of gunpowder.

As for why he didn't settle accounts with Wu Sangui, he went north directly to tear his face with the entire empire? Indeed, in Nawab's view, he, Wu Sangui, is a Ming man, a Gentile like the British, and is not in the same boat as himself! But in the eyes of the Marathas, Wu Sangui, who has always behaved deferentially, is a loyal lackey of the Mughal Empire! It was your Nawab himself who sealed him in Calcutta, and no matter how crazy he is, he is still at the behest of your Nawab! If the dog bites you, it is natural to hit the owner of the dog!

There is also a more direct reason is Wu Sangui's ruthlessness before the battle, he ordered the burning of all the accumulated grain in Calcutta, and the news of burning grain was worn by the princes who left Calcutta throughout Bengal, Wu Sangui's biggest target in the raid was the granary of the Marathas, and the Marathas who lit the fire are now also in a state of lack of food, concentrating their forces to gnaw on the fortified Dingwu Fort, whether it can be defeated in the short term is not to say, even if it is defeated, the gains outweigh the losses, and the people in the territory still have to starve, It would be better to raise troops to the north and tear a piece of flesh from the empire to fill your belly!

Nawab tried to drive the wolf away, but he didn't expect to shoot himself in the foot, and in the end, his Bengali royal court became the target of the wolf.

This feeling of miscalculation was the most uncomfortable, and after a few seconds of silence, the whole court of Jida resounded with the unforgivable roar of the descendants of Timur the Tyrant, and in his roar, the Bengal vice-royal territory also began to sharpen their swords and reorganize their armies, and hundreds of messengers carried the conscription order of Nawab and galloped out in all directions.

I didn't think about Wu Sangui when I rescued him, I didn't forget him when I was fighting, and I took the waterway, and one of the messengers was in a Persian big-bellied sailing ship that hurried south, and made a special trip to Calcutta, which is at the mouth of the Ganges River.

In the golden light of the dusk, a group of Ming immigrants were still stabbing with bayonets with a loud voice, at this time Wu Sangui had also returned to Dingwu Fort, he knew that he had a few catties and a few taels, and it was okay to raid the granaries of their various places while the Marathas were unprepared, once the number of Marathas was gathered, his two hundred elite horsemen were not enough to stuff their teeth, and after it was a little difficult to raid the settlement, he had already withdrawn his troops back.

Standing on the city wall, taking the parchment scroll handed by the messenger, and reading ten lines at a glance, Wu Sangui's rather handsome face was like a marble carving, without a trace of human expression, full of gloom, Wu Sangui waved his hand gently.

"Your envoy go back! Ben will immediately gather his command and go to Jida to meet at the time specified by His Highness Nawab! ”

"Lord bless you!"

Saluting respectfully, the herald also hurriedly got off the city wall, and he had to continue to go south, going to the imperial province of Olisa Suba to ask for help, seeing this Turk go farther and farther, the expression on Wu Sangui's face began to loosen, at first the corners of his mouth hooked an arc, and then this smile spread to the entire cheek, and finally, he simply knelt down with his stomach covered, laughing and hammering the city bricks with his fists, the tears of laughter flowed out, and the fists were smashed into black green, still unconscious.

Seeing his own appearance as a general, it was rare for HP not to admonish this time, but folded his hands and made a heavy gesture.

"Congratulations to Lord General, Bangladesh is starting to mess up! It's time to show off your master's talents! ”

After laughing for a long time, Wu Sangui finally stood up holding his stomach, how many years of ambition, this time finally ushered in the stage of the show, and the smile also faded little by little on his eagle-like face, in the violent metal friction sound, he slowly pulled out the saber on his waist, and pointed fiercely to the north, those cold eyes were full of cold murderous aura. Please Baidu "Throw Book Network" Thank you for your support!