There was no major event for more than a hundred years, but in just one April of 1649, two epic battles broke out. They first experienced the great victory of Subali, and then the Mughal Empire encountered an unprecedented defeat.

And it is not defeated by the enemy, but under the butcher's knife of one's own people.

I’m afraid that the Central Army of Jastanbul was frustrated, and the four military governors of Bangladesh’s backbone force were still under the command of the four military governors. If he stabilized his position, just rely on the three thousand troops that Wu Sangui fooled him, how could he go to heaven?

But driven by the desire for power, when Nawab was given the title, he didn't even have time to distinguish the true or false. Mir Japur, one of the four major governors who were so envious of power, could not wait to kill the governor Danatan, who was threatening his succession. He hid the Damascus scimitar of the elite mercenary who had been hiding all day long, and drank the blood of his own people.

He never expected Mir Japur to be so crazy and devoted all his energy to the front battlefield. Danatan turned around and ran away. The right-wing fief knight who had been in charge of supervising the battle roared and collapsed.

Without these Gentile Conquerors, the Bengal Suba light infantry, whose morale was negative, scattered in a flash. Fifty thousand people fled backwards, and successively dispersed the cavalry of Mir Japur, Holstein and others.

In just ten minutes, the arrogant Bangladesh army was already in an irreparable defeat. No matter who was in disguise, they fled backwards. The precious Damascus scimitar trash was thrown all over the ground. The surviving war elephant, who was blindfolded, raised his nose and neighed in fear, but no one cared about these war beasts anymore.

To be honest, this war did not kill much, with only 3,000 troops in total. He let go of the killing all day, but only killed more than 2,000 more. Compared with the Subalimarata, the 20,000 heads thrown on the battlefield, it was simply not worth mentioning. The impact was unprecedented, marking the collapse of the ruling order of the Mughal Empire and the glorious crowning of the new king.

While gasping heavily, Wu Sangui was taking over the geese-winged sword with both handles. He seemed to be crazy, and the sticky blood covered his face. The deep scar left by the fifty horsemen who saved his father in the past was particularly obvious under the decoration of blood. He held the big sword high excitedly, and Wu Sangui roared wildly.

Three years have passed! His ambition is completely fulfilling his wish!

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The three-headed war elephants that Jastanbul had worked hard to keep came to Wu Sangui again, and they were not interested in these giant-toothed guys. The three Mughal gods of war became senior transporters in the Ming army's blink of an eye, dragging the Ming army's red cannons and running northwards heavily.

Basically, the military power of Bangladesh was dismantled, and just three thousand people swaggered and passed through the vast territory of Bangladesh as if no one was around. On May 8, half of the Left Army mercenaries with a dream of making money successfully arrived in front of Chittagong.

Even Zuo Jun, who had been in the colorful world of Central Plains, had shortness of breath when facing this city.

The white marble mosque with gold surface stands magnificently under the setting sun, and the golden tops exudes an intoxicating metallic luster. One by one, a bit similar to the Dongjiang cement building, but is more gorgeously decorated. Two-story marble buildings full of exotic flavor form neat blocks. Even the stones on the porch are inlaid with precious Persian cat eyes. In the garden, various strange flowers and plants are blooming in spring, and there are also beauties from Central Asia, with various mixed-race hiding behind the porch, looking at these new conquerors with fearful eyes.

The next second, after a cheer, the entire left army instantly turned into a wild beast, and its pupils were blood red due to greed, and the madman rushed into the city like a madman.

The garden that I spent so much energy to collect was trampled on randomly. The exquisite statue fell to the ground, and the carved stone pillars were smashed by the hilt of the butt. Just to pick off the gems on it, the beautiful Arab slave female was clattered on her shoulders by the dirty mercenaries in a terrified scream. She kicked open a mahogany door and broke in. Then the sound of the crack of the cloth and the screams of the woman came out.

I don’t know how many famous paintings and portraits with great artistic value, out-of-print Persian ancient books, and Egyptian sandpaper manuscripts were thrown into flames and turned into ashes. The out-of-control Ming army is no longer much stronger than the nomadic peoples of the Mongolians and the Huns. The Mughals’ nearly a hundred years of history, economic and cultural accumulation in Bangladesh has suffered an unprecedented catastrophe.

As for the wolf heads of this pack, the best they enjoyed. Nawab didn't know the life and death of life, and the Wolf Tooth Guard had long been dispersed. With dozens of old brothers from Guanning Iron Cavalry, Wu Sangui easily occupied the Grand Mosque Palace in Jastanbul.

In the past, he was full of gifts from Wu Sangui. The exquisite silk, heavy silver, and priceless gems were sent inside. Now, Wu Sangui has finally become the master of the Bangladesh treasury. Even when he saw the two steel doors open, even if the hero is like him, Wu Sangui, his breathing can't help but become quick, and his pupils are magnified to the extreme for the golden light in front of him.

Starting from May 8, Wu Sangui and his subordinates robbed the Bengal capital for a whole week. When he led his army to leave, the exquisite city that had gathered countless years of craftsmen's efforts had turned into ruins. Even the gold foil on the dome of the Grand Mosque was peeled off, and the houses of the fief knights were in a mess, as if they had encountered a typhoon.

When they entered the city, there were more than 3,800 people, but when they left the city, the team expanded to 12,300. The painting and carving craftsmen, beautiful Persian female slaves, and Arab female slaves tied ropes on their hands. A string of grasshoppers were led out of the city like a strong black slave mule, and occasionally, in the gaps in the box, gold and silver coins were falling down.

No one knows how much wealth Wu Sangui has robbed from this ancient capital, but this incident made the Wu family a super rich man even after more than a hundred years of Ming Dynasty. Countless exquisite artworks from Central Asia and India are precious collections of their family. The heads of the Wu family have even been famous for collectors and philanthropists throughout the ages. However, behind this glamor, few people can remember Wu Sangui's bloody hands.

Before Wu Sangui returned to Kolkata, the port towns that had withered due to the war once again bloomed with prosperity, and it was unprecedentedly prosperous! I learned that Wu Sangui's army was atrocities in Chittagong, like vultures that smelled rotten. In just over a month, the originally unknown Kolkata stronghold instantly became crowded with merchants, piles of cement building materials, whole ships of fine wine and cigarettes, and various food and luxury goods from the vast Southeast Asia were stuffed into the port like money. Kolkata, which had already fallen to 10,000 people, had soared to more than 50,000 people in a short time.

There was no time to build a store, and one by one, the new wealthy companies built simple tents outside the city with abacus and account books, and started to operate directly.

These black-hearted capitalists are like crows eating scavenged in the sky, waiting for the residue leftovers left by the fierce carnivore after the full meal.

They did not disappoint their waiting. At the end of May, with a full spoil, the robbers were greeted back to Kolkata like a hero.

It was like snatching wildly, with white silver and thick imperial bank notes being stuffed forward by merchants to snatch the spoils of these soldiers, bags of date-sized gems, bird egg-sized diamonds, and leather Persian carpets being pulled out of these soldiers. Before they could understand what was going on, the burden on the left mercenaries who went to the battle was several or ten times more, all of which were heavy silver.

Even these mercenaries themselves don’t know how many thick money they have in their pockets. The wealth that they can’t imagine in their lives is on them, and Zuo Jun who came out of the market one by one was simply stupid.

But before they were stupid for a long time, their eyes turned red again. Just after they came back from Jida, the second paradise waved to them again. In order to serve these old men, the East India Company spent time gathering chefs from half the world, including rice skins from Shaanxi, roujiamo, aged vinegar dumplings from Shanxi, and earth buns from Henan. Even these beasts in the clothes were moved by this taste of rural flavor, with almost tears on the corners of their eyes. The mercenary soldiers who had left their hometown plunged into the restaurant again. They had just received the silver notes and stuffed them directly without even reading the amount. They grabbed the delicacies from their hometowns, and were not afraid of being greedy and stuffed them into their mouths.

This is just the beginning. What kind of sin will happen later? The famous Yangzhou girl wearing Hanfu, the dice table with golden silk nanmu, and the cigarettes piled up high. As Wu Sangui promised, the fragrant wine was stacked without any hinds. It was really a complete list of pornography, gambling and drugs.

Holding the delicacies from their hometown in their mouths, the group of soldiers rushed into this second paradise cheering and squandered money like soil.

However, Wu Sangui was not as happy as the soldiers cheered and excited to win. Instead, he was full of anxiety. He stopped at the door of the East India Company branch office. He was as nervous as he stepped into Chen Yuanyuan's boudoir for the first time. He hesitated for a long time before he mustered up the courage and opened the door.

There was really a beautiful Tangren girl with a plump figure waiting for him. When she saw him coming in, she put down the calculation at hand. The beauty chuckled gracefully and raised the corner of her skirt. Her sweet voice came from her little mouth.
Chapter completed!