In the weather over March, the land of Tianzhu is not hot, but as he rode his horse, the hot wind was blowing in his ears, especially the iron leaves that were simmering on his body, which made people sweat profusely.

This is also a magical land given by the farming era. Even Jiangnan has just finished planting rice. In this warm tropical atmosphere, the rice crops in the first season of the new year in Bangladesh have grown. Perhaps it is because of this unique environment that has developed the lazy and casual personality of Indians. I don’t know whether it is a gift or a curse.

More than a dozen exquisite Arabian horses from the Deccan Plateau were galloping on the edge of these dense fertile fields. No wonder Indians were unwilling to wear armor. The cotton cloth on the Liaodong standard cotton armor was cut down, leaving only the worn armor hanging on their bodies, which was still as hot as a steamer. The helmet was like a cultivator, and steam was spraying outwards. The hot soldiers were also slapped in their faces while slapped their hands.

Running wildly at the forefront, even though it was hot and smoked, Wu Sangui still kept the armor tightly.

To be honest, every time Nawab of Bangladesh recruits him Wu Sangui to Jida, there is no good thing. This time, he has to "buy" spices. He has nothing to do with it. He has to come and play the Leaf Card and make some money for "wine". However, these troubles can be settled with money in the final analysis with silver, and it is not a big trouble.

In the past, Wu Sangui also traveled with cold clothes every time he went there.

But this time, I don’t know if it was about to be a thief or something. Wu Sangui felt uneasy, so at his order, the personal guards were also put on armor together.

But the heat was so tormenting! The body was so painful and itchy that it was brine with salt water, and the mouth was so thirsty that it was smoked. Seeing Wu Sangui not paying attention, he grinned and leaned against the edge of the soldier simply secretly unbuttoned the armor belt, turning over and taking off most of the cold-forged armor that was almost heated into a soldering iron.

Who knew that just such an action would kill him!

Beside the rice fields, several piles of straw suddenly piled up there, gunshots suddenly sounded. The gunman habitually poured more firepower on the Wujia troops. The cavalry supported the armor that had just taken off halfway, and several bloody eyes were opened on the body, and blood was sprayed in his mouth and fell down.

During the Song Dynasty, blunt weapons and powerful crossbows had developed to the limit. It was because of the emergence of this cold forged armor that the lethality of these early fire gate guns and the convex guns were not much stronger than that of the divine arm bow. Several fierce Mars burst out from their bodies. The huge impact force caused Wu Sangui to be knocked off the horse. However, he grinned and rubbed the bruised skin behind the armor. Wu Sangui roared like a leopard and pulled out the knife, and roared angrily.

"Marata!!!"

With his roar and a clamor, the remaining guards who were still on the horse also gritted their teeth and pulled out the knife.

After the gun was released, the assassin rushed out from behind the haystack had already reached his side. He suddenly rushed to Wu Sangui's head with a pattern and chopped down.

Even without even dodging, Wu Sangui directly took his shoulders. With a bang, the sharp pattern steel cut into Wu Sangui's head on the beast's shoulder, but it was stuck on the cold forged armor on his shoulders. The roar turned into fear here. In his fearful eyes, Wu Sangui also roared upwards and lifted the knife.

The exposed chest was lifted from bottom to top, and the Ming Dynasty's Bailian Steel was not much inferior to these pattern steel. The lungs were cut open, and blood foam was spitting out of the mouth. The assassin, who was 1.9 meters tall, fell to 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 swordsmanship. Wu Sangui had already rushed up like a madman and slashed towards the second assassin.

The poster forum has this view that the difference between ten thousand enemies and ordinary generals is only a good armor. Although this is exaggerated, a good armor can indeed greatly improve combat effectiveness. There are quite a few people in the assassin, but it is only a bad armor.

Puchi, the assassin in front was broken by a knife. Before Wu Sangui's personal soldiers turned around, a spark of fire broke out behind him. The solid cold-forged armor piece had a mark on his sword. He tilted his head and just like Manniu, the personal soldiers who turned around said a beast roar and stabbed the knife hard again.

In the narrow field, the cruel battle between the knife and the flesh was in the middle of a few seconds, and the internal organs and broken hands and feet fell all over the ground. Behind, seeing the Tang people chopping like the bloody man, the leader of the leading assassin was also frightened, so he simply threw his men and turned around and ran away.

The guy in front of him stabbed him again. Listening to the footsteps, Wu Sangui was too lazy to pull out the knife stuck in his spine. He took out the gun from the belt between his waist with his right hand, closed one eye gloomy, and knocked the trigger at the assassin leader who was thrusting into the rice fields.

...........

The pungent fishy smell attracted flies all over the sky. Twenty-two incomplete corpses were spread out in a row on the school grounds of Dingwu Castle. The fireguns were tied up and threw them to the side. A dark-skinned native employee pulled over one by one. After a while, he pointed to the corpse on the side.

"Governor General, except for this one who should be a Turkic person, the rest are all Maratha people!"

"How can these people be so clear about the Lord's itinerary?"

Ticking his bare head, the old monk HP was full of doubts and muttering to himself. On the other end, Henry, a British employee of East India Company, stared at the stack of guns with his brows frowned, and pulled out a shot. He turned his head and endured the discomfort. He wiped the handle of the gun that had been sprayed with a handkerchief. After a while, some strange letters appeared under the blood.

"Marseille, Adrian!"

"These firearms were made by the French, and were used for the special edition of the colonies, and were used to trade goods with the barbarians in the East... except for the Ming Dynasty!"

"How could the Malata people get these things! The Mughal Empire prohibited trade with these Turkish countries directly!"

Good guy, two major forces have been involved, but it's not over yet. He pinched his chin and looked at the only Turkic corpse without a head. After staring for a long time, Wu Sangui suddenly lowered his body and pulled open the chest of the corpse. A ferocious wolf tooth suddenly appeared in front of him. Suddenly, a clear smile appeared on his handsome face. Wu Sangui pulled the wolf tooth necklace down fiercely, and then swayed in front of the HP monk and his British partners.

"Nawab Palace Guard, Wolf Tooth Knight!"

"No wonder I feel familiar!"

"That makes sense!"

The HP monk shook his head with a headache and hummed helplessly: "There are also a lot of Maratha garbage in Jida. They trade with the West. Nawab also gets such muskets. In addition, the question is, why Nawab suddenly wants to attack our leader, looking at so many East India companies! Our joint East India company can be regarded as the most rules!"

"The reason is not important anymore, I'll ask you later!"

His handsome face showed a wolf-like hideous appearance. Wu Sangui brutally threw the knife onto the door frame. With a buzzing sound, he gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice: "That waste wants to kill me! I must play him to death!!!"

"Order preparations!"

"Master, wait!"

When Wu Sangui got angry, even if he, the old minister of the Wu family, was nervous and forced to hold on. HP waved his hand to control Wu Sangui, who was as if he had chosen someone, and his eyes fell on the corpses of the Maratha people. As he pondered, his old eyes lit up suddenly.

"It's all Maratha people. When something happens, the Wolf Tooth Knight even runs away! This is an obvious frame-up!"

"Master General, we may still have some articles to do in this regard! But it depends on whether you are cruel enough!"

"oh?"

Wu Sangui couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

.........

The plan and the beginning did not go in and out. Early the next morning, more than a dozen natives carried the heads of the Maratha people, followed the HP monk onto a small East India Company sailboat and headed straight for Chittagong. Since the Maratha assassin was specially used, it means that the Nawab didn't want to have a breakup with Yingming United East India Company on the surface, at least it was to drive the wolf and the Maratha people to fight first and consume each other.

But since this deputy Wang has made a move, how could the Ming Dynasty not continue? Since you think I think the Maratha people took action, I will pretend to be stupid and show it to you. With these heads, the HP monk went to the provincial capital to file a fierce battle.

As soon as HP left, the entire Kolkata colony entered a chaos.

In the Tang people's settlement area, the heads of each building got up at the top of his throat and shouted that the Ming immigrants from Kolkata would go out.

"It's time for war, everyone goes into the castle to take refuge. Just bring the fine and soft things, don't take the heavy stuff! The life is important. What about you, what are you doing with a fucking sofa? Throw it down! Throw it down!"

After kicking and hitting, many Tang people invaded in a row and entered Dingwu Fort.

They were quite polite. On the other side, the colonial infantry, like wolves and tigers, joined forces with the native police force, rushed in from house to house, and took nothing else, just robbed food. As the natives cried, bags of food were piled up to the gate north of Kolkata, and quickly piled into a hill.

On the other hand, the East India Company employees also trembled all over and brought the commercial grain from the port dock area into bags. Looking at the empty granary, the clerk Henry was trembling all over.

Wu Sangui was also trembling, and his heart was bleeding. He spent his hard work to build the city in front of him. Now that he robbed food and fled, he was equivalent to destroying the foundation of the city with his own hands. He didn't know if he could restore his relationship with the robbed temple. Without these inferior natives working, how could his Kolkata become prosperous?
Chapter completed!