Central Asian battlefield.
Military conference hall.
A group of people were shocked when they heard Omar's words.
Especially the representatives sent by Aurangzeb, their expressions changed: "Sultan, what does this mean?"
This Mumbai Port is the territory of their Mughal Empire!
What does he call the Ottoman Empire, bypassing the Bombay Port? Does this mean that the Mughals were so vulnerable in front of the Ottoman army? This is a slap in Chi Guoguo’s face!
Everyone else also looked like they were laughing.
Who among those present does not know that the Mughal Empire and the Putu Kingdom are feuding?
Omar laughed and said: "Hahahaha, Hamoud, I am just discussing the matter! Don't you know what is going on in the Mughals?"
Others also looked at each other.
Only then did I realize that things really weren't that simple.
Regardless of the current Mughal Empire, under the leadership of Aurangzeb, it is indeed the largest in territory, but because Aurangzeb was in the country, his father's tolerance for religion was destroyed. After he ascended the throne, he began to He prohibited Indians from building temples, prohibited his subjects from building new temples, and even imposed a poll tax on Hindus and Sikhs. Not only that, because of the continuous wars, Aurangzeb also increased the taxes on his subjects.
This made the Mughal governors extremely dissatisfied.
Continuous ethnic and religious uprisings have become commonplace in the Mughal Empire.
The largest among them was the uprising of the Marathi people. And this Marathi people are active in the Mumbai area.
As mentioned before, the Mumbai area is the largest producer of grain in the entire Mughals.
The Marathas occupied Bombay, which naturally made Aurangzeb's campaign plan very stretched. It also caused domestic conflicts to begin to escalate.
Since ancient times, the best way to resolve domestic conflicts is unlimited expansion, not to mention a war maniac like Aurangzeb?
No food?
Then go grab it!
This is why, this time, Aurangzeb took the lead in starting trouble in Central Asia.
But now...
Omar said this.
It cheered up the spirits of many people.
yes.
Mumbai Port is such a critical place. Will the Marathi people take advantage of the situation and do something? Nowadays, Aurangzeb, who always likes to lead personal expeditions, is still leading his army towards the Bukhara Khanate.
Who can guarantee that there will be no chaos in the Mughal country?
"this……"
"Omar is right..."
"Then what should we do?"
All of a sudden, the group of people who had just been arguing about sharing the cake were all panicked.
A bunch of idiots!
Omar smiled coldly, stood next to the map, pointed at the Port of Bombay with his hand, and said with a faint smile: "Everyone, the Port of Bombay must be the key to this war... and only with this possibility, can the Ottoman army... You have to get involved..."
"so……"
"No matter how many Ottomans come, we will stop them here!"
A cunning look flashed in Omar's eyes: "I, the Putu Kingdom, will send out one hundred thousand elite soldiers!"
The whole place was in an uproar.
One hundred thousand?
Everyone knows that the Putu Kingdom is powerful. The domestic army of 300,000 was ready, but this time he sent only 50,000 troops to Bukhara.
It turns out that I was waiting here...
"Okay, we'll also pay 50,000!"
"We also offer fifty thousand!"
"Stop the Ottoman army!"
Others echoed.
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Hamoud's expression changed drastically: "No way!"
The Mumbai area is the southernmost place of the Mughals. If the army of the Putu Kingdom is allowed to march straight in, wouldn't it mean that the entire Mughal area is open to the Putu cavalry?
This is Mughal and absolutely not allowed!
But others don't think so.
"Hamoud, the overall situation comes first. What do you mean?"
"That's right, if the Ottoman army reaches the Mughals, can you stop it without us?"
Hamud retorted with an ugly face: "We Mughals still have an army of 300,000!"
Everyone laughed.
One person hummed: "An army of 300,000 can't even quell the civil strife of your Mughals. Who can defend Bombay Port?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Three hundred thousand...is three hundred thousand really enough for the Mughals?"
The territory of the Mughals was too vast, civil strife continued, and the army of 300,000 people could not win just by running around. This is a fact recognized by everyone.
"But, this is not allowed..."
Hamoud argued hard.
However, it is of no use anymore.
This military meeting was attended by several countries. Maybe if Aurangzeb were here, he would still have a strong say. A mere Hamoud could not compete with them.
The leaders of the five countries participating in the meeting finally agreed to send troops to the Mughal Port of Bombay from now on.
As soon as this news came out, the situation in Central Asia changed drastically again.
"What are you talking about? What are you talking about?"
Aurangzeb, who was fighting on the front line, turned dark when he heard the news.
Holding the messenger's collar with one hand, he roared: "Have you set off already?"
"yes……"
Aurangzeb spurted out a mouthful of black blood.
Putu Kingdom!
This damn Putu Kingdom!
Damn Omar!
Taking advantage of others' danger, this is definitely taking advantage of others' danger! Isn't this taking advantage of him to go deep alone and stab him in the back?
However, he was now almost deep into the hinterland of Bukhara, and it was too late to turn around.
"kill!"
"kill!"
Especially seeing that the important town closest to Bukhara in Bukhara was about to be captured by himself.
Then you told me...
Are they going to Mumbai?
Vomiting blood!
Aurangzeb vomited blood again and shouted like crazy: "Beat me. It must be beaten within three days!"
"yes!"
Rumble.
The sound of artillery, shouts of killing, the sound of horse hooves, and the sound of chariots are endless.
…
at this time.
Silver Beach City.
Compared with the chaos in Central Asia, compared with the confusion in Liaodong.
Qingyangshuo is very quiet here.
only.
At this time, an old acquaintance sat in front of Qing Yangshuo.
Wangchao!
The two were drinking tea and playing chess.
Wang Chao.
The dean of Wangbei Academy only came to Liangzhou recently.
Because these days happened to be the time for the first batch of talent exchanges between Wangbei Academy and Liangzhou Academy. Therefore, although he was mentally prepared and knew that Liangzhou under Liu Zheng's rule would be extremely prosperous, when he came here, Wang Chao realized that his imagination was still greatly limited.
bustling.
Not just prosperous.
And it's the kind of prosperity where everyone lives and works in peace and contentment.
Throughout Liangzhou, everyone is full of energy and positive.
Here, we don’t close our doors at night and don’t pick up lost things on the road.
This is an extremely wonderful social atmosphere, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.
In addition to admiration, I still admire.
"The situation in Central Asia this time... well, Central Asia, that's what the Young Master calls it, right? Was it planned by Sir?"
Wang Chao finally couldn't help but ask.
Facing Qing Yangshuo, he maintained his respect.
Qing Yangshuo took a shower and smiled calmly: "It's just a small plan to share the young master's worries."
Wang Chao looked annoyed: "Sir, why didn't you inform Wang Chao earlier so that the students from Wangbei Academy could also have fun!"
The two looked at each other and laughed, feeling quite sympathetic to each other.
That's right.
The students of Wangbei Academy like to participate in such large-scale wars and disputes between several countries.
Qingyang Shuo smiled: "Dean Wang calls me husband, which is too polite. For some reason, Shuo always feels that something is wrong..."
These words made Wang Chao's face froze.
"Dad!"
At this moment, a cheerful voice sounded.
Then, Hu Xier and Mo Chen pushed open the door and came.
Qing Yangshuo's beautiful face suddenly sank.
He glanced at Mo Chen who was following Hu Xi'er, hummed slightly, and almost threw the ball in his hand.
Snapped.
atmosphere.
It seemed to freeze instantly.
