Capital, Rixin Building.
The balcony of the study room on the west side of the fifth floor stands tall and pragmatic, leaning on the railing. He looked indifferently at the calm Shichahai, his face as sinking as water, obviously expressionless, but there seemed to be thunder and fire gathering between his brows. In the room not far behind him were Gao Mo, who was slightly stooped, and Gao Qi, who was so nervous that his face turned pale.
After a long and heart-stopping silence, Gao Mo, whose hair and beard had turned white, spoke up: "Please, master, please calm down the thunderous anger. The eldest young master did not fully adopt Gao Jing's suggestion, which shows that he still has a sense of proportion after all. "
Gao Pragmatic had no reaction.
Gao Mo slowly turned his head, glanced at Gao Qi who was already trembling slightly beside him, sighed softly, and continued: "As for the aftermath, the Secretary-General has rushed to Chittagong urgently. I believe there will be the most suitable person. Disposal, please don’t worry about this, sir.”
Gao Pragmatic still didn't respond, as if he hadn't heard anything at all.
Gao Mo seemed to have expected this, and he still said to himself: "Although Chittagong is a famous port, the local population is not large, especially the people living in the city. Before the war, there were only about 50,000 to 60,000 people. If it were in the Ming Dynasty, it would only be one county. Although they have suffered... losses, there are still more than 40,000 people. In terms of such a survival ratio, to say that massacre is definitely excessive is to say that the punishment is just a little heavy.
In addition, according to the advice of Secretary-General Fei Ge, the old slave also believed that the remaining people could indeed be moved to Bago, Myanmar and other places-preferably Myanmar, and then dispersed and scattered throughout Myanmar. After that, we can relocate Han people or naturalize Han people to Chittagong.
In this way, not only will local people's grievances cease to exist, but we will also be able to more firmly control this important area and make it a bridgehead for the westward advance. If this western expedition can successfully control Bangladesh, Chittagong can become a rear base, which can effectively support Bangladesh and even the entire Tianzhu area, and become an important transit point between Tianzhu and the southern Xinjiang mainland. From this perspective, what the eldest young master said makes sense - this is a good thing. "
Gao Jingshi remained silent, but neither Gao Mo nor Gao Qi could be seen behind him. Gao Jingshi narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, and a sharp light seemed to flash in his eyes.
Seeing that the master still didn't answer, Gao Mo couldn't help but hesitate a little. For a moment, he felt that things were a little out of control - even I couldn't figure out the master's thoughts? What exactly did this incident offend the master, so much so?
Just because the eldest young master did not sternly refute Gao Jing's suggestion, the Marines later went on a killing spree when enforcing the blockade order, killing more than 10,000 people who "intended to riot"?
No, although massacring a city is always not a glorious thing, it also depends on whose city is being massacred, right? In the Liting Court of Chenghua, the Jurchens were also killed by the Ming Dynasty, and their heads were rolling. I, the Ming Dynasty, never thought this was disgraceful.
They are just barbarians, why bother killing them? I have led the army for many years, and my military exploits are the highest in my dynasty. Even the King of Zhongshan (Xu Da) cannot compare to me in terms of the number of enemies I have defeated. Why would I care about killing people? But if it weren't for killing too many people, there would be no reason for the master to be so angry!
Gao Mo also felt a little troubled for a moment, so he couldn't help but glance at Gao Qi and gave him a wink.
Giving Gao Mo a wry smile, Gao Qi had to suppress his fear and said tremblingly: "Uncle, uncle..."
"Gao Qi." Gao Pingshi suddenly interrupted him and called him by his name: "Let me ask you, why is such a big matter placed in the second file in the documents submitted to me?"
Gao Qi's hair stood on end, and he said nervously: "Because... because this is not an urgent military situation, it is just a matter of clearing out those who are dissatisfied with the transformation of the king in the city that has been captured. According to previous habits, this kind of situation is placed in the second. The third gear. This time, because there were more disobedient people, my nephew was specially placed in the second gear..."
Gao Pingshi said calmly: "Oh? So, I blamed you wrongly."
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Gao Qi was so frightened that his legs went weak, he knelt down directly and kowtowed: "How dare my nephew, how dare he have such a rebellious heart! Since my uncle has seen the blame, it must be his nephew who is at fault. My nephew knows his mistake, he knows it." ”
"Ha..." Gao Pingshi took a deep breath and asked slowly: "Then let me ask you, where was the mistake?"
"The mistake is... my nephew is wrong..." Gao Qi was so anxious that he broke out in cold sweat and his teeth chattered, but he really didn't know "where he was wrong". Or should I say, I don't know what caused my uncle's anger - the point of my uncle's anger was my own fault! If you can't find this point, how do you know where you are "wrong"?
Gao pragmatic did not turn around, but sighed and said disappointedly: "It seems that you are just afraid of me, but you don't know what is wrong with this matter."
Although his uncle sounded disappointed, Gao Qi felt greatly relieved. It doesn't matter if my uncle is occasionally disappointed. As long as he doesn't think I'm deliberately hiding something or doing something secretly, it won't be a big deal.
I'm a junior. What's the big deal if juniors make mistakes occasionally? As long as your loyal attitude is not doubted, there is nothing irreversible.
"My nephew is stupid and has disappointed my uncle... Please give me some advice." Gao Qi's tone sounded extremely sincere.
"Want some advice? OK, let me ask you, when did Chittagong fall into the hands of the Arakanese? Before that, who owned Chittagong?"
Gao Qi was startled for a moment. Although he didn't know why, he could only reply: "Chittagong... probably fell into the hands of the Arakanese decades ago. Before that, it belonged to Bangladesh."
Gao Pragmatic asked: "So, what kind of country is Bangladesh? I mean, an empire, a kingdom, or what?"
Gao Qi said in astonishment: "This...nephew, I don't know, it must be a kingdom, right?"
"Hmph, you didn't do your homework well enough as an intelligence secretary." Gao Pragmatic finally turned around, looked down at Gao Qi who was kneeling on the ground, and said coldly: "It's called the 'Sultanate of Bangladesh'."
Although his uncle announced the answer, Gao Qi still didn't understand what the problem was. However, he didn't dare to question it and had to follow his uncle's words: "Yes, uncle, my nephew has learned a lesson."
"Although you say this, you are thinking in your heart: A sultanate is just a sultanate. What's the big deal? Isn't it just the same as a kingdom?" Gao pragmatically snorted: "I tell you, it is very different."
Gao Qi was seen through by his uncle at a glance, and subconsciously became nervous again. He knocked his head on the ground and did not dare to lift it up. He said, "Uncle has taught you a lesson...please give me a clear explanation."
"The Sultanate means that the country believes in sects." Gao Pragmatic said calmly: "Although Chittagong was lost and was ruled by the Arakanese for decades, the Arakanese captured Chittagong only for tax revenue. They did not interfere with the local area. Belief.
Although Buddhists entered in large numbers with the arrival of the Arakanese, as a trading port, people usually did not have armed conflicts due to different beliefs. Therefore, the original sect in this place still has many believers.
Now think about it carefully, Yuan... How did Gao Yuan and Gao Jing distinguish between people who "intended to riot" this time? Then think about it, after something like this happened, how will the Bangladeshi people feel about us? "
Gao Qi was a little confused at first, but after a while he suddenly came back to his senses. He said "ah" and said with a pale face: "Da... no, the way Gao Jing can distinguish "intent to riot" is to kill 700 pigs. Use it to make soup, and then let the whole city share the broth. Anyone who refuses to eat...kill them."
After saying that, Gao Qi turned pale.
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PS: Yesterday there was originally a chapter that had been coded, but before posting it I thought carefully about it and decided not to post it. Mainly...well, you can probably guess. Just...maybe not good. Although it is an imaginary time travel history, we still have to talk about the correct position.
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