It was still the unlucky mode, the eldest and the second fight, and the third is injured! The King of Gaduobao and Laoji were fighting, and he was just disappearing. The deputy king of the Mughal Empire wanted to murder the governor of the Ming Empire, but the Maratha people who did nothing were beaten.

The most powerful thing about the Qing army or the northern nomadic people was not combat power, but the erratic and unpredictable motivation. This allowed Wu Sangui, who had been fighting against the nomadic people for half his life, to learn thoroughly, and only 200 cavalry! He did not face you head-on, and he would kill the cold-hearted son into the town where you live, set fire to your granary, set a fire and run away.

You can't beat him with the ability of a single soldier! After waiting for aggregation of enough infantry legions, they had already run away. The Guanning Iron Cavalry, who was just a little bit, has really become a pain point for a whole Maratha country.

In the evening, standing on the wall of Kurna and looking at the distant plain, the Tubon King Kurkuna couldn't help but wrinkle a few deep angry patterns on his face. In his sight, several other fires surged into the sky.

"This is the thirteenth time this month! Damn Tangren burned a total of seven million latkes of rice and food, and our Kushner people have begun to starve!"

"And we are Natori!"

Dozens of Maratha noble leaders stood below in anger, and angry roars came one after another.

"Wang, you can't let these Tang monkeys go on!"

"We must give these Tang monkeys some great things, destroy their Kolkata! Turn all Tang people into slaves!"

But as the King of Tubon and the King of Tubon under the nose of the Mughal Empire, Kurkuna had to consider more than just anger. He turned a deaf ear to the messy roars and complaints behind him. He looked at the vast plain under the night with a long look. The granary was burning so big that even if it was ten or twenty miles away, he could see the flames in the sky. His face was gloomy. After a long time, this fifty-something, wearing robes because of his devout Hinduism, was finally turned around suddenly.

"Send people to contact the Maratha states such as Ambijabur, Mendra, Yeola, and Sagel, and ask for help from the Kingdom of Mysore and the Kingdom of Tanjaur!"

"Order the states to assemble warriors!"

The war was finally about to start. A group of lords of Marata suddenly shouted like a shot of a heart attack. A bald man, who didn't know how bitter and revenge, roared excitedly: "I want to burn Kolkata to white ground, hang the Tang monkey at the mouth of the Ganges River, and roast him to dry with the most blazing sunlight!"

But before these guys could finish cheering, the hoarse voice of the Tubang King made the nobles stop abruptly.

"The enemy is not the Tang people! We are going to attack the Mughal people in Jida!!!"

.........

When there was smoke in the southeast of Bangladesh, the palace of Jida was very happy. A plate of mahjong made of ivory, the deputy king of Nawab and three military governors played clatteringly. These foreign countries did not pay attention to any etiquette. They were so excited that all four people took off their luxurious silk clothes, revealing their white flesh and dense breasts.

The air was filled with an unpleasant smell of sweat. More than a dozen Persian dancers wore long breasts wrapped skirts with bright yellow pendants and gems, revealing their toned belly, enduring this unpleasant smell of sweat, and lightly danced the seductive belly dance to the music. On their naked feet, the bells made of silver shook a splendor of singing and dancing.

Nawabu couldn't help but be unhappy. In the past few dozen days, Wu Sangui was really able to do anything. At least more than 20 granaries of the Maratha people were missing and five or six hundred people were attacked. It is estimated that the Maratha country in Bangladesh's subba area will be greatly damaged. The Maratha people who were so angry that they destroyed Wu Sangui, just completed the task assigned to him by Shah Jahan.

The only regret is that there is no such sensible businessman as Wu Sangui to blackmail, and there is no more cheap silk tea to squander. Unfortunately, Nawabu couldn't be happy even if he touched a picture of Dongfeng Hu.

But just as a burst of mahjong was crackling in the palace, a Turkic wolf-tooth knight suddenly broke in, knelt on the ground in a hurry, kowtowing to report.

"Nawab, the Marathas in Kurnaban began to assemble their troops!"

"Oh? So slow! Dongfeng!"

He threw out a card casually, and Nawab waved his hand at the guard indifferently: "Just block the messenger from Kolkata, go down!"

"Yes, Nawab, the direction where the group of Maratha barbarians gather is Borisal!"

With a clamor, the next card fell straight on the table, full of unconfidence. The Bengal Emperor and the big figure in the Mughal Empire royal family stood up in disbelief and shouted in horror.

"Kurkuna is coming for Jida?"

"Is he crazy?"

All persimmons have to be pinched. No matter how you look at them, the Tang people in Kolkata are all soft persimmons, and Wu Sangui is like a madman, killing people everywhere and setting fire to food. In Nawab's opinion, the Maratha people hate the East India Company a little more!

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

The Taj Mahal was indeed beautiful in later generations, but it required real silver to accumulate this beauty. In order to build a tomb for his beloved concubine, Emperor Shah Jahan had spent all the savings accumulated by the treasury for many years. In order to make money, he broke a rule established by the third Mughal emperor Akba to stabilize his rule and began to impose a count tax on Hindus again!

The Maratha people are all devout Hindu believers! Those indigenous people with dark skin and who have been Shudra for thousands of years dare not resist, which does not mean that they are willing to spend all their money to pay for the emperor's romantic love! Because of the tax increase, the conflicts between the descendants of the Mongols from Central Asia and the local indigenous people have become sharp, and the various Maratha people in the Mughal Empire have already begun to stir up.

Coincidentally, Wu Sangui's incident broke out again, and his active harassment completely became the fuse to ignite the barrel of gunpowder.

As for why he didn't settle the score with Wu Sangui and went north to tear him apart with the entire empire? Indeed, in Nawab's opinion, Wu Sangui was a Ming, a Gentile like the British, and was not on the same boat as himself! But in the eyes of the Marathas, Wu Sangui, who always acted obediently, was a loyal lackey of the Mughal Empire! It was your Nawab who personally sealed him in Kolkata. No matter how crazy he was, he was still instructed by your Nawab! If the dog bites you, he will naturally beat the owner of the dog!

Another more direct reason is that Wu Sangui was cruel before going to war. He ordered the burning of all the accumulated grain in Kolkata. The news of the burning of grain was the entire Bangladesh that was worn by the Tumen who left Kolkata. Wu Sangui's biggest target of the attack was the Maratha granary. The Maratha people with fire were now in a state of shortage of food. He concentrated his troops to chew the strong Dingwu Fort in the short term. Not to mention whether they could be defeated in the short term, even if they were defeated, it would be a loss. The people in the territory still had to starve. It would be better to raise their troops to the north and tear off a piece of flesh and blood from the empire to fill their stomachs!

Nawab wanted to drive the wolf to devour the tiger, but unexpectedly shot himself in the foot. In the end, his Bengal royal court became the target of being devoured by the wolf.

This miscalculation feeling is the most uncomfortable. After a few seconds of silence, the unforgivable roar of the descendants of the hero Timur sounded in the entire Jida Palace. Amid his roar, the Bangladesh deputy king's jurisdiction also began to sharpen the sword and prepare for war. Hundreds of messengers carried Nawab's conscript order and ran out from all directions.

During this rescue, I didn't think about Wu Sangui, but I didn't forget him during the war. I walked on the waterway. One of the messengers was a Persian big-bellied sailboat that rushed south and headed for Kolkata, which was at the mouth of the Ganges River.

In the golden light at dusk, a group of Ming immigrants were still stinging fiercely with bayonets. At this time, Wu Sangui had also returned to Dingwu Fort. He knew how much he had. It was okay to raid the granaries in various places when the Marata people were not prepared. Once the Marata people gathered tens of thousands of horses, his two hundred elite cavalry were not enough to be stuck in the gaps. After the raiding settlement was a little difficult, he had already withdrawn his troops.

Standing on the city wall, he took the parchment handed by the messenger, and after reading it in a glance, Wu Sangui's handsome face seemed to be carved in marble, with no trace of human expression, full of gloom. Wu Sangui waved his hand gently.

"Your envoy is back! I will immediately call my subordinates and go to Jida to meet at the specified time of His Highness Nawab!"

"Lord bless you!"

With respectful salute, the messenger hurriedly stepped down the city wall. He wanted to continue to go south to the Imperial Province Olisa Suba to ask for help. As the Turks walked further and further, the expression on Wu Sangui's face began to loosen. At first, the corner of his mouth curled up, and then the smile spread to his entire cheek. Finally, he simply knelt down with his stomach, laughing and his fists hit the bricks. Tears of laughter flowed out, and his fists hit the blue green, still without any sense.

Seeing his boss like this, HP rarely did not advise him this time, but put his hands together and bowed heavily.

"Congratulations to the Lord, Bangladesh is starting to be in chaos! It's time to show off your skills!"
Chapter completed!