Da Ming Tai Shi

Chapter 469 The Birth of the Blackwater Security Guard

The Turkic people stationed in Sigir are brave in combat, but wars are never useful just by being brave.

In the era of cold weapons, the birth of artillery and the birth of infantry coordinated tactics are dimensionality reduction strikes.

There was no strong city before heavy artillery.

So Siegel fell without suspense, and as Siegel fell into Daming's hands, the last stumbling block in front of Derry City was also kicked away by Song Sheng.

Daming's soldiers can push to the city of Delhi at any time!
But in this case, the Ming army stopped.

Because there are no shells in the army.

"It's agreed to practice infantry and artillery coordination. If there is no artillery, how can you practice?"

What Song Sheng said was straightforward, which made all the generals laugh.

Ever since he tasted the sweetness of artillery, Song Sheng seems to have made up his mind that as long as there is no artillery, the battle will not be fought.

A truce has the benefits of a truce, not only waiting for shells, but also waiting for Pushun's slave army to replenish some more.

After several months of tough battles, if it weren't for this group of cannon fodder, the casualties of the Ming army would not be limited to the few thousand people at present.

"Fighting Delhi is the decisive battle of the India War, and it will definitely be a tough battle. My life, Ming Erlang, cannot be thrown in this place for nothing."

Time passed quickly while waiting, and when Zhu Yu, the artillery commander, was scratching his head anxiously, the artillery shells from the rear finally arrived together with the second batch of military supplies.

Zhu Yu who got the news ran ahead, followed by Song Sheng.

"How many have you come?"

The latter didn't understand. He only saw big boxes everywhere, and Zhu Yu, who was in charge of signing for it, didn't raise his head, but said excitedly.

"A full three bases."

One base is ten shells, three bases are thirty rounds, eight hundred guns, twenty-four thousand rounds!
Song Sheng did some calculations in his mind, and then his eyes widened.

"so many."

"Enough to smash the whole of Derry into rubble."

Just when Zhu Yu and Song Sheng were overjoyed, a young man walked over.

"May I ask who is Shuai Song?"

Song Sheng turned his head to take a look, and was surprised to see the man wearing a Confucian shirt.

This is a military camp, how could a civil servant come here.

Although he didn't understand the man's identity, Song Sheng still responded.

"This handsome is."

"Below Zhongfu, I met Song Shuai."

Wen Zhongfu hastily stepped forward to salute, and at the same time took out a paper document from his bosom and handed it over.

Song Sheng reached out and took a look.

"South India Company?"

"Yes, I'm the big shopkeeper of the South India Company." Wen Zhongfu grinned: "Before coming to India, the king once said that if any problems encountered by the South India Company in India, you can ask Song Shuai for help."

Song Sheng had heard about the South India Company before, but it was only a company of the imperial court. He never thought that Wen Zhongfu would come to him.

Although he didn't understand the reason why Wen Zhongfu came to him, but since he had a document and Chen Yunfu's order, Song Sheng still politely invited Wen Zhongfu into his tent.

The two guests and hosts were seated, and Song Sheng asked.

"Shopkeeper Wen comes to Ben Shuai. If you need anything, feel free to ask. I will help you wherever you can."

"Song Shuai is bold, so I will speak bluntly."

Wen Zhongfu raised a sentence, and then said: "I am ordered by the king to come to India to prepare for the establishment of the South India Company. After all, I am a businessman. What a businessman wants is production, and production needs to be stable.

But right now, my business is being attacked by mobs all the time, so I want to come to Song Shuai to borrow troops. "

Song Sheng subconsciously frowned when he heard that it was a borrowing of soldiers.

"Treasurer Wen, the army is the most important weapon of the country. Even if I use troops, it is also ordered by the king. If you want to use troops, I dare not borrow them."

"Borrowing troops from below is only necessary to protect production."

"Without the king's order, I dare not borrow it privately."

Seeing that Song Sheng was still shaking his head, Zhongfu Zhongfu became a little anxious at this time: "The king's warrant said that if you have any difficulties, you and the South India Company can ask Shuai Song for help."

"It's true that the king's warrant is true, but it only said to help Shopkeeper Wen solve the difficulties, and didn't mention borrowing soldiers. This commander really dare not borrow soldiers, unless Shopkeeper Wen has obtained the king's consent."

Wen Zhongfu sighed, frowned and remained silent for a while, then raised his head and said: "You can't borrow soldiers, but you can borrow a few general flags, battalion officers and so on."

Song Sheng was a little puzzled.

"What does shopkeeper Wen borrow the flag school for?"

"Ah." Wen Zhongfu sighed and said, "Since Shuai Song can't borrow troops from me, I can only borrow a few flag schools and recruit some local people for armed drills."

This is, you want to train a private army?
Song Sheng stared at Wen Zhongfu with wide eyes in disbelief, his eyes were full of shock.

Doesn't this Wen Zhongfu know that what he said has been enough to kill the head or even destroy the whole family in the past dynasties?

A businessman, even a businessman from the imperial court, can't train a private army.

You Wen Zhongfu don't want to die, I, Song Sheng, haven't lived enough, so I won't be your accomplice.

So Song Sheng desperately shook his head and refused, worried that Wen Zhongfu would continue to speak, so he hurriedly ordered his own soldiers to send Wen Zhongfu out of the barracks.

This made Wen Zhongfu stomp his feet in anger, and kept calling Song Sheng pedantic outside the barracks.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

The followers who came with Wen Zhongfu lost their minds.

Wen Zhongfu rolled his eyelids: "What to do, what to do with cold salad."

"Do you want to write a letter to the king?"

"From India to Nanjing, it will take four months at most to go back and forth. In four months, the factory was smashed by the mob."

Wen Zhongfu took a deep breath and said: "Furthermore, if we have any difficulties, we can write to the king for help, so do we have any face? Since Song Shuai doesn't borrow people or soldiers, then let's set up a guard by ourselves." .”

"But we have no weapons and no officers."

"But we have money!"

Wen Zhongfu waved his hand: "If you have money, you are afraid that no one will be around. If you do this, contact Pu Shun, he has weapons and armor, and we will recruit people from India to protect the factory. Have you ever been in the military?"

"Old Xu."

"Old Xu who works as a cook in our company?" Wen Zhongfu twitched the corner of his mouth: "What kind of soldier is he?"

"Boys and soldiers."

Wen Zhongfu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still gritted his teeth: "Soldiers and soldiers are also soldiers, so you can't do anything if you've been swayed by it. In that case, I'll leave it to him to train the manpower. Anyway, we don't fight wars, we just give birth under protection. You don’t need any elite soldiers.”

The subordinate smiled and nodded.

"Then, master shopkeeper, do we count as training a private army?"

"How can it be called a private army? This is the security guard protecting our factory."

Wen Zhongfu stared: "It's almost called a security guard."

"This place with poor mountains and bad waters is called, is it called Bad Water? No, it doesn't sound good, Black Water, Black Water Security Guard, that's a good name."

Wen Zhongfu clapped his hands: "Let Lao Xu finish this matter as soon as possible after we go back. This is the first important thing that our South India company has done since its establishment."

(End of this chapter)