Chapter 573: The undercurrent boundary...

"Major Bob, do you think that with this Indian army, the Chinese army should be able to make those Chinese troops tactful and not disturb them?" One of them whispered to his companion beside him, and Bob, the major of the British Eastern Colonial Army, asked.

"Who knows?" Bob shrugged. "To be honest, I am not optimistic about these Indian troops, but now we can only rely on their power to escort us back to Agra. You know, our British power in the East is no longer as powerful as before, and our damn European compatriots are unwilling to help. These treacherous guys are not even as good as those who are bitches." At the end of his speech, Bob angrily spits thick phlegm at the weeds beside him.

"Dear Bob, pay attention to your appearance. We are soldiers of the British Empire, not those gangsters." An officer who had not spoken could not help but frown after seeing Bob's vulgar behavior.

Major Bob immediately expressed his apology to the man. "I'm sorry, respectful Count Cheriman, I'm sorry for my behavior, but I still think that our fellow Europeans are a group of mean villains who have no faith and no faith in the slightest."

"We are all very clear about this, but the problem is that we need their help now, and they also need us, because, although they united with the Chinese, they wanted to drive our British Empire away from this land and divide it up, they were also afraid of the rapidly growing East, the more expanding and aggressive ruler of the East, the Head of State."

"Because, this empire is too close to the plump land of the seal, full of gold and jewelry. The excellent diplomats of our British Empire have spent countless efforts and finally got some due rewards. Otherwise, we would not be able to leave Penang and come here." Earl Cheriman moved his body a little uncomfortable. The yellowish Indian servant uniform on his body really made him feel that it was difficult to see. As an excellent nobleman who often wandered in the social circle of aristocratic people, he would wear such an indecent outfit without some decorations and lace. It has to be said that this is a torture.

However, when he thought of his mission, Count Cheriman was full of fighting spirit. Yes, for the prosperity and prosperity of the British Empire, and for the British Empire to once again occupy this land in the East, he had to do so.

This time, he came to India. His mission was to try every means to convince these Indians and the Mughal Empire to unite against the Chinese. His European compatriots and Westerners from other countries remained silent about this, but they quietly gave some convenience and help. However, no matter how tempting conditions were given by Count Cheriman, they would never be willing to stand up at this time and blatantly stand on the side of the British and Indians.

These damn guys are indeed the same as Major Bob said. They are just watching the show next to them. They are most likely to want the British, Indians and Chinese to fight to death. In the end, they come to make profits.

But now, the British have to use the help of the Indians who were originally asked to ride under their butts to make countless promises and even give some heartbreaking conditions, which has comforted these Indians who do not have much affection for the British and are willing to help them.

When he thought of Britain's 20,000 muskets, hundreds of thousands of bullets, and the conditions that no longer invade Uttar Pradesh, recognize the Mughal Empire's rule over India, and promised to work with the Mughal Empire to deal with other Europeans after driving away the Orientals, in addition to feeling distressed by the promise that they had to pay real money, Count Cheriman would not care about the conditions that rule and no longer invade Uttar Pradesh.

Because, when the British dealt with the indigenous people in the colonies, they used such capricious tricks. It was through these methods that the British were able to snatch pieces of fat from the mouths of those former colonial powers again and again.

"Wait, after we clean up those Chinese and drive our European compatriots out of this land, this place will still be a pearl on the crown of His Majesty the King of the British Empire. No one is allowed to touch him again." Earl Cheriman's mouth raised slightly, revealing a grim smile.

In front of their British envoy who disguised as Indian soldiers, Mir Bakshi, one of the four auxiliary ministers in the Mughal Empire's military control, was very nervous. Although he brought out all the elite royal guards of the Mughal Empire this time, he specially escorted them here to negotiate with the Persians, Afghans and the feudal princes of Marat who had occupied northern India and united with the Chinese.

Although this trip achieved great results, he did not encounter any enemy situation except for encountering Chinese Rangers twice, but he was still worried, fearing that he would encounter the large Chinese troops and the damn Sikh troops.

Yes, in the Punjab region, there are Sikhs who do not recognize Islam and Hinduism. Although they are not very large in population, they occupy the rich Punjab region.

The war between these damn Sikhs and the Mughal Empire has been going on for hundreds of years, but they are always unable to completely eliminate these damn pagans. Now that the Chinese have appeared, they have established settlements in the Punjab area, and fierce wars have begun between the two sides, but they are also enemies of all Indians.

Fortunately, this time, the British came, and they no longer brought peace to the ambition to embezzle the Mughal Empire, but to help the Mughal Empire restore its former glory. Of course, it would cost a price, that is, to unite with the British and drive away the Orientals, and those damn Europeans, but for the Mughal Empire, the price is indeed worth it.

The Mughal Empire hated the Chinese who controlled the most fertile land near the Indus Plain River and the Ganges Plain River. Those damn Chinese occupied the two most abundant plains with the Mughal Empire. Although the Chinese currently have a population of less than 500,000 and have few armies, they only stuck to the most critical towns in the two rivers. Multan on the Indus Plain, Qunun City on the Ganges Plain, and the estuary of the two rivers, and they traveled through the rivers.

Although there are many Indians, the combat power of those damn Chinese troops is really heartbreaking. The local kings in Uttar Pradesh wanted to erase Namultan City and Qunnu City several times, but they suffered a considerable loss every time and had to sign a non-aggression agreement.

However, at any time, more and more oriental people are squeezing the living space of Indians in the Mesopotamia. This time, if the British had not strongly supported a large number of local weapons, perhaps those greedy and fearful of death would not be willing to send troops at all.

When the thought of the large number of muskets and bullets, the important minister of the Mughal Dynasty was full of confidence. The Easterners only relied on the powerful firearms in their hands, and then they defeated the troops of the Uttar Pradesh and the Mughal Empire, which were almost all scimitars and bows, and fled in a panic. Now, with the help of the British, the important minister believed that it would not take too long, and the Easterners would have to leave India's land in shame.

In the center of Mandalay, the capital of Myanmar, the typical Southeast Asian architectural palace looks so brilliant. Meng Yun, a contemporary monarch of the Gongbang Dynasty, who is in his early fifties, looks at the Westerner sitting at the lower head, a British envoy from Penang, frowned tightly at the beautiful Western things placed in the center of the palace.

"Dear King, our British Empire is willing to repair the Kingdom of Burma forever, and has brought our sincerity. Isn't it enough for three thousand of the most exquisite muskets in the world and fifty cannons?" The British envoy seemed to see the flashing hesitation in the monarch's eyes and said again. "The Qing Dynasty, this giant, is now in chaos. There are cults in their country that are causing trouble, and there is a Qing general who has betrayed his motherland and is trying to overthrow the rule of the tartars. They have no spare energy to control the affairs here."

"But if I angered this huge empire, the consequences will be very terrible." Meng Yun raised his head and looked at the British envoy and said lightly.

"I know this, but my respected king, please don't forget that the huge empire has launched several invasions against your country. The shameless invasion will be repelled tenaciously and bravely, and even lost many excellent generals. If it were not for your grandfather, His Majesty Meng Pai, who was kind and wanted to live in peace with that empire, sent envoys, I believe that the ultimate loser should be them."

When he heard the British envoy talk about the war that made Myanmar proud of and his grandfather with outstanding meritoriousness, Meng Yun couldn't help but smile a few more smiles on his face: "You have been awarded, Mr. Fox, although we, Myanmar, have repelled the invasion of that empire several times, the problem is that we have also consumed a lot of manpower and material resources. Now, our Kingdom of Myanmar has only been at peace for more than twenty years, and we are now..."

"Dear Your Majesty, we are willing to recognize that the land east of the Naga hills of Assam is an inherent territory of the Kingdom of Burma. Of course, we will send you another two thousand muskets and thirty artillery to maintain the strength of the Kingdom of Burma's army."

"...Impossible." Meng Yun shook his head, but his eyes were no longer calm as before, but were beating with scorching greed and possession. "Because, the price you offered was too low."
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