"Israel? Are we going to ask for help from those infidels?" Vladislav II's face darkened when he heard the name of Israel.

He was a devout Catholic and had never had a good impression of the Hebrews who believed in Judaism.

"Yes, we need to ask for help from the infidels. As I said just now, they need to unite all the forces that can be united.

My Majesty the Emperor, this is all for Poland."

Vladislav II was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

"Okay! You can handle this matter Francois.

However, we cannot give up the opportunity to make peace with Da Ming. Let our envoys work as hard as possible.

Give them more money and jewelry and send them there by airship.

Aren't the people of Ming Dynasty greedy? We will satisfy them."

Vladislav II finally chose to hedge his bets.

Francois nodded, before things became clear, this would be a good idea.

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Just when the Poles were sending envoys everywhere to exaggerate the threat of the Ming Dynasty to Europe and theorize the New Yellow Peril.

In the distant Middle East, the flames of war and gunpowder smoke are even more intense.

Under the continuous infiltration and bribery of the Hebrews, many religious leaders began to propagate that these pagans in the Ming Dynasty were devils.

They called on the believers to attack and kill all Ming people they saw, regardless of men, women, children or the elderly.

Originally, the people of Ming Dynasty had a high social status in the Middle East and also accumulated a lot of wealth.

When the religious leaders made such a call, the Arabs, who were extremely jealous of the Ming people, immediately extended their butcher's knife to all the Ming people.

Fortunately, the war continued for several months.

Most of the Ming Dynasty people have boarded ships and left the war-torn Middle East.

However, there are still many people who are taking chances and feel that they dare not do anything to the Ming Dynasty and are planning to stay and make war fortune.

These people died miserably. They were cut into pieces and their heads were hung on trees. Their bodies were thrown everywhere!

As for those Ming Dynasty women, their end was even more miserable.

In front of Li Jiu, there was such a miserable female corpse.

It is said that she was the wife of a businessman from the Ming Dynasty. She was not a beautiful lady during her lifetime, but she could also be considered a beautiful lady from a small family.

Now, this is just a corpse with hands tied behind its back and naked body, exposed in the hot sun and allowed to be eaten by crows and hounds.

"Platoon commander...!"

"You're still the platoon commander, now I have to call you the battalion commander." A soldier next to him corrected loudly.

Li Jiu was speechless. He went from platoon leader to battalion commander in less than two months. This may be the fastest promotion record in the Ming Dynasty army.

But his men were not Ming soldiers. They were a large group of Gurkhas!

This made his battalion commander suffer a big discount.

As a result, Li Jiu was a little disgusted with the title of battalion commander.

Basra fought hard for half a month, and the platoons became a squad. The brothers who survived followed Li Jiu to command this damn Gurkha battalion.

Fortunately, the people of Ming Dynasty are not responsible for peacetime management, but only wartime command.

"Damascus is ahead, tell everyone to be careful. Disperse in battle formation!" Li Jiu told his men carefully.

There have been some small battles in the past few days, which allowed Li Jiu to learn more about the Gurkhas.

The Gurkhas fought very bravely, but in the words of the Ming Dynasty, these Sun Tzu were a bit immodest.

Just like the encounter the day before yesterday, it was something that could obviously be solved with mortars.

But this group of guys rushed forward with rifles in their hands, shouting "ooh" and "ooh".

Not just charging forward, they basically didn't shoot much.

The opponent is a small Arab tribe, and luckily it is a small Arab tribe. Their marksmanship is terrible, and they all rely on feeling when shooting.

Li Jiu believes that they probably don't know how to aim.

Looking through the telescope, these guys loaded the bullets, then fired them with gestures.

Li Jiu was very lucky for these Gurkhas. If they had encountered the Ming Dynasty army, they might have all fallen to mg-42.

I thought that their marksmanship would be more accurate as the distance was closer.

Unexpectedly, these guys actually rushed to the distance of hand-to-hand combat.

Then..., these guys threw their guns on the ground, pulled out their Gurkha scimitars and started slashing at the unscrupulous Arabs.

Li Jiu couldn't figure it out. Both sides obviously had guns. In the end, it ended up being a cold-weapons fight!

After one battle, more than a hundred Arabs were killed.

The Gurkhas also suffered more than 40 casualties.

The leader of the group, the Gurkha, was actually holding a Gurkha scimitar that looked like a dog's leg and was laughing. He said it was a lot of fun fighting like this!

Damn it, are these bastards here to have fun?

"Send a squad leader to investigate!" A village appeared in front.

All the houses were khaki and looked yellow. Li Jiu felt that this village was too quiet. Even during wartime, it shouldn't be so quiet.

The squad sent out to investigate was hit by a barrage of bullets before they even reached the village entrance.

Two Gurkha soldiers were shot dead on the spot, and the remaining bastards didn't even know how to run back.

Instead, he lay stupidly on the ground and shot at each other!

Finally, the repeated education over the past two days had some effect, and these guys didn't rush to chop me with a knife.

I have to say, this is a big improvement.

"Cover fire, mortar bombardment machine gun." Li Jiu was surrounded by a temporary mortar position.

He pointed at the machine gun in the distance and shouted at the mortar platoon leader.

The tongue man quickly conveyed Li Jiu's instructions to the artillery, and soon the artillery opened fire.

There was smoke everywhere around the machine gun, but not a single shell could kill the enemy machine gun.

This made Li Jiu extremely depressed. If this were a Ming army unit, they would be able to knock out the enemy's machine guns in at most two rounds of shooting.

But these Gurkha fools couldn't kill the opponent's machine gun even after five rounds of volley fire.

Li Jiu felt that these bastards were just wasting ammunition.

"Get away!" Li Jiu kicked the gunner and measured the distance with his thumb and arm.

After adjusting the mortar, I picked up a shell and threw it into the barrel.

"Bang!"

After a cannon shot, everyone looked at the machine gun in the distance.
Chapter completed!