With the addition of the giant Ming Dynasty, the East India Company became stronger a hundred years ahead of schedule.

After the battle of the tributaries of the Ganges, the Mughal rule in Bangladesh Suba, one of the most powerful and richest provinces, was basically collapsed. The empires established by Mongolian descendants did not have the complete ritual system of the Central Plains and the system of inheritance of the eldest son. The handover of each generation of emperors almost caused the empire to stir up the empire. Those royal branches that failed but survived and were driven to local provinces were also ambitious.

After Jida was looted by Wu Sangui, Mir Japur led his troops to retreat to Dhaka, proclaiming that this place was the new capital of Bangladesh and appointed himself as the new Nawab. Governor Danatan, who retreated to Morsidabad, immediately accused Mir Japur of being a traitor of the empire and joined forces with another surviving military governor to launch a battle. And another shocking event broke out in this blind eye.

In the former Bangladesh Subana Wab Jastanbul, he was not dead! God knows how he escaped from the battlefield. Although he also paid the price, his left leg was completely limp, but at least he survived.

What made Danatan the two governors depressed was that Jastanbul was not grateful, and his political IQ seemed to be broken with his lame legs, and he was so angry that he was extremely angry. Jastanbul directly accused Shah Jahan of all the surviving military governors, who were traitors of the empire and demanded that the empire attack the entire Bengal Subba.

This is embarrassing to Timo!

Emperor Shah Jahan also came out of the prince's power struggle when he was young. He naturally did not agree to the accusation of Jastanbul, but politics is so complicated. Who has not had a few political enemies? Because of the accusation filed by Jastanbul, the entire empire's capital Agra was in a sensation. The news spread to Bangladesh, which also made these local warlord oligarchs panic like ants on a hot pan.

It was a very strange scene. In May, several Bangladesh governors were reluctant to cut off their heads and put them on silver plates. In early June, they all squeezed together and squeezed into the office of Dingwu Fort in West Bengal and Wu Sangui.

Coincidentally, Mir Japur, Danatan and Wu Sangui are both old acquaintances, with noble blood and old friends at the Nawabu card table. Just one Jastebul is missing, so you can make another table of mahjong.

With a bang, the golden silk sandalwood tables produced in Borneo were smashed violently by fists. Several Jingdezhen official kiln dense porcelain tea bowls brought by Luo Yu fell to the ground and hit one. Looking at the broken porcelain pieces, Wu Sangui felt distressed and his old face twitched.

But he didn't care about his mood at all. After smashing the table, Governor Mill was still angry and roaring violently, his bearded face opened like a lion.

"Wu Sangui, you are simply untrustworthy! I risked my life to pass on the news that the tyrant of Nawab was going to kill your East India Company, and I also swear with you in blood to kill Jastanbul. Why did you let him go back to Madhya Pradesh? You are breaking the promise!"

It seemed that he was under a lot of pressure and didn't care that Danatan was still here. Mill yelled out all these secrets.

After finally turning his eyes back from the fragments of porcelain on the ground, Wu Sangui's handsome black-bellied president's face also sank, and he shouted with some annoyance: "Mr. Japur, my East India Company broke the agreement, you are not going there, right? On that day, I agreed to take the painting as a call, and you will rush the rear army of Japur. I, Wu Sangui, personally cut off the head of this tyrant for you. Welcome you to Nawab Bangladesh, and see you! All day! Let the tyrant's army attack our army all day! Our army has only 3,000 people! How do you ask me to kill the tyrant!"

"Besides, in the end, you did not attack the central army in Jastanbul, but instead attacked the troops of our ally Governor Danatan. Are you embarrassed to blame me, Mr. Wu?"

These words made the two old ghosts feel a little slap in their hearts. Looking at Mir's annoyed and contemptuous look, Danatan was impatient and slapped the table: "I am loyal to the empire. When will I form an alliance with you, a Gentile?"

Wu Sangui nodded without commenting, and did not distinguish anything. This attitude made Danatan, who was full of discerning words, feel even more uncomfortable.

After a little awkwardness, Wu Sangui knocked on the table and cleared his throat: "Everyone, it's meaningless to quarrel now. You are all rebellious by the empire. The emperor was angry and buried a hundred miles away. At that time, hundreds of thousands of troops arrived. At the worst, Wu would stop doing this business and go back to the Ming Dynasty. But your heads are not necessarily beautiful to put on a silver plate!"

Hearing this, several ambitious local warlords could not help but tremble. Mir Japur has now established himself as Nawab. He is a traitor. Danatan and another military governor, Alav, are not a righteous rebellion, but the political arena of the Mughal Empire is darker than that of the Ming Dynasty. Once Madhya Pradesh pacified Bangladesh, they will definitely not have a good end.

I knew this in my heart, otherwise the few guys would not have gathered in Kolkata. After a chill, Mir was the first to ask recklessly and impatiently: "The Lord is here! Lord Wu doesn't want to give up his right to be in Kolkata, right? If you have any solutions, just take it out quickly!"

Although Danatan didn't say anything, his fox-like old eyes stared at Wu Sangui, and his expression was self-evident.

The first step was to take, and the road to strife could never turn back! Wu Sangui didn't keep it a secret, and directly knocked on the table with his fingers. Not to mention, Mir just now, just now, the room leading to the inner room of his office was suddenly pushed open. Then, with three Mongolian descendants, the eyes of the Indian princes, were straightened, and more than a dozen Japanese beauties wearing coupled kimonos and beautiful faces walked in with a few boxes.

This is also the benefit of making a name for himself. In the past two months, the Ming Dynasty immigrants in Kolkata have doubled to reach 10,000 people. In the past two months, the Li family, a 10,000 people, have also traveled across the ocean. Many immigrants have come to make a living, which has given Wu Sangui a lot of resources to use. These socialites are also gathered at this time. Beautiful women are sometimes more effective than tens of thousands of soldiers.

These things are very important. A few delicate women put them on the ground with difficulty. With the sound of unboxing, the three extremely strong-haired guys finally moved away from their low collars and placed them on the items in the box.

"This is?"

Ten long boxes formed a small arsenal. The first one was the Liaodong standard rifle without bayonets. Then the reduced red-clothed cannon, conical shells, shrapnel, honeycomb shells, and most of the three-pronged axe military preparations that Mao Jue started was piled up here. He picked up the musket and weighed the weight. Mir asked in confusion.

"If you want to survive the anger of the empire, first of all, you have to let go of your hatred and cooperate sincerely, otherwise everyone will have to leave!"

This is the most basic requirement. When Mir and Danatan came, they were also very clear in their hearts, but this one was the most difficult to achieve. The two old ghosts couldn't help but look at each other, and they saw from both pupils full of distrust.

But without caring about the intrigue between the two old guys, Wu Sangui pointed his hand at the exquisite sandalwood boxes again.

"The second is the arms. In order to save the Kolkata stronghold, Wu smuggled 30,000 sample-making rifles from the Ming army, thirty red-clothed sacks, ammunition and various shells through his connections in the middle school."

"But this price is not cheap. The flintlock rifle is 40 silver rupees per, and the cannon is 50,000 per cannon. There are 200 such pointed cone bullets per round, 50 shrapnel bullets, and honeycombs..."

“It’s too expensive!!!”

Before Wu Sangui finished introducing it, Mill almost threw away the gun in his hand. His beard once again opened with his breath. He shouted in anger: "You don't think about it when we're done. At this time, he actually wants to blackmail us, damn foreigners!"

"blackmail?"

Listening to the translation of Tongzhi, Wu Sangui also showed a sneer on his face. He reached out to snatch the flintlock rifle, skillfully took out a small paper bag and stuffed it into the gun chamber. Then, he stabbed it into the gun chamber with a pointed awl bullet. The entire loading time was less than ten seconds. Wu Sangui suddenly raised the gun, squinted his eyes and shot it towards the yard.

In Dingwu Fort, several native servants were eating apples. With a bang, the apple in one of the servants' hands exploded. The huge explosive force made his hands burst into blood. He screamed in pain. Several servants hugged their heads and fled out.

Looking at the opening of the office window on the third floor, looking at Mir's surprised and astonished face, Wu Sangui reached out and threw the hot musket back into his arms. When he reached out, he actually took out an apple from the fruit plate on the table and chewed it. While biting the juice, he hummed vaguely.

"A skilled gunman can fire one shot in ten seconds, and six shots in a minute. He has a bayonet on the gun head and a short spear in melee. With these things, I have three thousand people withstand your 50,000 attacks for the whole day!"

"I will sell these to the Maratha country in the south. If it weren't for the business in Kolkata, I wouldn't have to take risks to transport them! If I think I can beat the army and the elephants of Madhya Pradesh, I'll just pretend that I didn't say it and ship it away!"

"But, we don't have that much money!"

Looking at the flintlock rifle that was still hot, Mir was really jealous! He also saw the battle between the tributaries of the Ganges that day. If Jastanbul had not been able to enter the Ming army's defense circle, he would not have made up his mind to rebel. If he had 30,000 rifles in his hand, what would he be afraid of Madhya Pradesh?

But after a moment, his old face became bitter again.

"But, I don't have that much money in my hands!"

"But you are Nawab, and now Bangladesh is all yours! Don't you have taxes?"

When talking about this, Wu Sangui, who had been completely transformed into a profiteer in Dongjiang, had a cunning smile on his lips.
Chapter completed!