Chapter 347 The main force against the British is 500 Indian prisoners of war--
"Don't we have nearly 2,000 prisoners of war? I'm going to select 500 Indian prisoners of war from the prisoners of war, and it's enough to transfer the Special Second Battalion. Liang Pengfei sat back on the chair again and said lazily to the warm sun in winter.
"Your Excellency, this..." Sun Shijie and others couldn't help but be stunned. They looked at each other and saw the worries in each other's eyes. My lord, the Special Second Battalion is a newly formed special battalion from the Special First Battalion. I admit that the equipment and combat effectiveness of the Special Second Battalion are very strong, but don't forget that the Second Special Battalion is only 2,000 people. Moreover, you actually let them go there with 500 prisoners of war. Aren't you afraid that they will pass? After that..."
"It doesn't matter. Two thousand people are enough. If it weren't for the people of those Western countries to see how strong our army's combat effectiveness is and extinguish their desire to play tricks in the dark, I would even want to send less." He raised his legs very unsatisfully and said incomparably.
"Is it possible that your excellency has a plan for a long time? I'm afraid that this special second battalion is not the main force in the adult's heart to attack Calcutta, right?" At this time, Ni Ming, who was thinking, raised his head and asked with a smile.
"Bingo! Well, I mean that you guessed it right. The real main force is actually the 500 Indian prisoners of war. With them, tens of thousands of soldiers in the Calcutta fortress and the strong city defense in my eyes are just native chickens..." Liang Pengfei proudly bounced a loud finger and replied.
He was silent again, and even Ni Ming was speechless. He really didn't understand. The combat effectiveness of those Indian prisoners of war was probably not much stronger than those of the indigenous people in the Southern Ocean, but how could Liang Pengfei be so arrogant to think that the 500 Indian prisoners of war could actually break through the 7,000 Western allied forces. Answer each fortress.
"...Is the young master crazy?" Bai Shusheng looked at Liang Pengfei and felt that there was such a possible surname.
Monk Chen patted his big hand and his face suddenly: "I know, young master, you must want to play with explosives again. Let these 500 Indian prisoners of war carry a dynamite bag and rush directly to the city of Calcutta and blow up their walls."
"...Are you an idiot when you are a young master? It's useless to blow up the wall. There are tens of thousands of troops in it. Can the five hundred people carry tens of thousands of pounds of explosives? Bai Shusheng despised Monk Chen's conjecture.
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Sun Shijie couldn't help laughing and saw the dark face of the monk Chen. Thinking of the behavior when he was crazy, he quickly explained, "Although the monk, your idea makes sense, it is really unsatisfactory. You know, the reason why we were able to gather the 7,000 Dutch on the Kendavan shore at the beginning. The most important thing is that we arranged in advance before the war began and buried a large amount of explosives on the Kendavan shore. Unlike Kendavan Rock, Kolkata is not only a large number of troops, but also the nest of the British colonization in the East. We can't spend a long time to blow up tens of thousands of catties. The medicine should be transported in and buried in various key locations.
"Your Excellency, you'd better say it directly. What are the plans to capture Calcutta?" Liang Shuisheng couldn't hold back and looked at Liang Pengfei and asked.
"It seems that you really can't guess. Alas, what I want to tell you is that war depends not only on guns and explosives, but also on your minds." Master Liang stood up, put his hands behind his back and put up the eight-character characters.
Everyone focused on Liang Pengfei, because they really wanted to know what good way Liang Pengfei could use the 500 Indian prisoners of war to break through Calcutta.
Of course, for the nonsense that Liang Pengfei touted himself, the generals who have been tortured for a long time will consciously filter it out from their ears.
Liang Pengfei, who was dry-mouthed, finally finished talking nonsense, and then simply used a seemingly whimsical sentence to make everyone present very angry.
"Big, my lord... You're not kidding, are you?" Ni Ming stretched out his hand and touched his forehead. He didn't burn it. Isn't it that Master Liang burned his brain?
"Don't underestimate national customs, let alone the power of religion. Gentlemen, let's wait and see." Liang Pengfei, who was not understood by everyone, patted his buttocks with an angry face and decided to go to Aunt Shi Xiang to comfort his fragile and vulnerable heart.
"You, why are you like a child? I see you, you are clearly teasing them on purpose." Shi Xianggu handed over the little Liang Bao to Xiaobai. Looking at Liang Pengfei with a grudge on his leg, she couldn't help shaking her head and stretching out her fingers and gently nodding on Liang Pengfei's forehead.
"Who said that? I didn't tease them. My tricks are absolutely useful, which has been proved by history." Liang Pengfei caught Shi Xiang's softness, put it on his mouth and kissed her, with a proud face.
"History? Do you mean that such a thing has happened before? Why haven't I heard of it? Shi Xianggu looked at the door. Although she was an old husband and wife with Liang Pengfei, Shi Xianggu was still a little uncomfortable with Liang Pengfei's intimate action. Although Liang Pengfei did this, she felt sweet in her heart.
"Don't worry, in a month and a half at most, you will hear that this will be a war that will make everyone stunned or even ironic, and the initiator and planner of this war are your husband and me. With this battle alone, your husband's name will go down in history forever." Liang Pengfei's face is a villain.
"Well, just dream of yourself. I really want to win according to what you said. I really don't know what to say?" Shi Xianggu looked helpless. She really had the impulse to knock Liang Pengfei's head open to see what the hell was in it. Does this guy think he can win a war just with butter?
Of course, except for Liang Pengfei, a shameless traveler, no one will believe that the little butter will cause a war before the war begins. Even in another time and space, the British colonists who almost subverted the British rule in India because of the small butter did not pay attention to this matter at this time. After all, there were no time travelers among them.
"Oy, I won't talk nonsense with you. What are you going to do about the matter that Mo Guan asked them to do? Now, they are eagerly waiting for your reply." Shi Xianggu reached out and massaged Liang Pengfei's temples on both sides and asked in a low voice.
At this time, Mo Guanbao has decided to lead the black flag gang to serve Liang Pengfei. The most powerful Red Flag and Purple Flag Gang, the Purple Flag has belonged to Master Liang, while the Red Flag and Green Flag have run away, and only Mo Guanbao's Black Flag Gang and Na Meide's Yellow Flag Gang are left outside the mouth of the Pearl River.
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Just two months ago, Mead found Mo Guanbao and secretly negotiated whether Liang Pengfei was worth the effect. Because, after Liang Pengfei gradually became the hegemon of Guangdong's coast, the living space of the pirates was repeatedly compressed. Pirates relied on robbery to feed themselves, but the problem is that now Liang Pengfei has become an official thief, and he can feed himself and his subordinates without robbery. In addition, he is now with the thirteenth line. The relationship is not shallow, and the Lao Liang family has a huge business fleet, specializing in overseas trade.
For the benefit of himself and his allies, Liang Pengfei naturally spared no effort to threaten and warn the pirates around Guangdong, either to surrender to me or to become a corpse sinking at the bottom of the sea.
The information channels of the pirates are far more well-informed than that of the Qing Dynasty. What Liang Pengfei has done in the Southern Ocean, as well as the strength he has, are not only impressive, but also intimidating.
Therefore, just over ten days ago, Mo Guanbao and Mead went to the territory of the Purple Flag Gang together and found Mr. Shi, hoping that Mr. Shi could be an intermediary to introduce Liang Pengfei. They were willing to lead the flag crowd to work under Liang Pengfei's command under the general trend.
"Since you have promised them, why has it been more than a month, but there is no movement at all? You have also reorganized our Shi family's fleet, and they are looking at it eagerly. Shi Xianggu sighed softly. If it hadn't been for my old man's repeated urging, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to it.
"What don't bother to pay attention to it? You are my wife and my senior naval general. You should have said these things, shh! Don't tell me that women shouldn't do anything. I don't like to hear this the most. Liang Pengfei sat up, looked at the pretty face close at hand, and said gently, "You are not only my wife, but also a naval genius, an excellent naval general. I know that you like to command warships to shuttle through the sea. Don't deny it. Don't underestimate your husband's IQ."
"But that was before. At that time, I hadn't become your wife, and there was no Xiao Liang Bao." Seeing the bright and burning eyes of the little husband, Shi Xianggu felt that her cheeks were burning, and she looked away in a panic.
"This sentence is to deceive me." Liang Pengfei stretched out his hand and raised Shi Xianggu's pretty pink face. Aunt Xiang, you are my wife. I hope you are happy, not like now. In addition to being happy for me, I hope to see the leader smiling proudly at the sea, commanding countless soldiers and warships, and winning one incredible excellent female surname after another. That is what I am most eager to see you.
"Really?" Shi Xianggu's big eyes brewed an intoxicating tenderness like the mellow wine under the moonlight.
"Of course, I swear, I'm talking about psychological things." Liang Pengfei leaned forward. After saying that, he covered his hot lips on Shi Xianggu's warm and plump lips.
(to be continued)