On the morning of July 13, 1793, the third day after Luo Fangbai and his friends arrived in Bacheng, a large fleet of transport ships composed of Thor and Ten Sailboats arrived in Bacheng. At noon, the soldiers of the servants who had landed on a row in battalions, and their destination was the "Shuimen Fort" military camp south of Bacheng.

Watergate Fort was the "Nordweck Castle" of the Dutch. After receiving the news that the British had started a war on local governance, the Military Control Commission urgently arranged for migrant workers to convert the surrounding positions into a large military camp. At the same time, Zhao Xin asked the Military Control Commission to change all the difficult place names given by the Dutch, so the official name of Bacheng became "Coconut City".

Luo Fangbai, Wu Yuansheng, Jiang Wu and others who came here stood in the crowd watching by the roadside. Although these soldiers in blue were not tall, their faces were rosy, especially when they walked, they were very strict and uniform. The slogans were neat. Compared with the bravery of the "Lanhe Camp" dressed in the Qing army green camp, they were all trash.

Speaking of which, if these timid and cowardly farmers in the island country were to turn into soldiers who meet the requirements, the Beihai Army Training Base made a lot of effort, and the training cycle for recruits was set to six months. In addition to mastering the use of weapons, most of the time was spent strengthening discipline and queues. The reason why these people were willing to serve in Beihai Town was not only full and had high salaries, but also an important reason was that they could naturalize themselves after making meritorious service and became a Han Chinese in Beihai Town who even the warriors dared not bully them.

When Ding Guofeng, wearing the rank of lieutenant general, and several staff members sailed into the dock on a water diversion boat, they saw Zhao Xin who came to greet him at a glance. When he walked off the pier, he smiled and walked forward and hugged Zhao Xin's shoulder and said, "Good guy, it's only been a month since he's here, and everyone is tanned. It seems that he has sunbathed a lot!"

"Don't laugh at me, you will be the same in a few days. Are you all okay at home?"

"Okay! Why isn't it? Your son dares to climb a tree, and he climbs faster than a cat at seven or eight meters high. When I heard that, when I rushed over, your wife took a group of people under the tree and was crying."

"A boy, how can you be naughty?" Zhao Xinyan laughed out loud.

Several people got on the carriage and returned to the Military Control Commission. They came to Zhao Xin's office. Ding Guofeng picked up Duofu who was lying on the sofa and rubbed him hard a few times.

Duofu screamed twice in dissatisfaction. After finally breaking away from the other party's claws, he jumped to the windowsill and stared at Ding Guofeng vigilantly. The expression on his face was clearly "Humble human, get out!"

While A Miao went out to serve tea, Ding Guofeng poked Zhao Xin and asked in a low voice: "When will I treat me to the wedding?"

"Don't drink!"

Seeing Zhao Xin blanch at him, Ding Guofeng laughed maliciously. This guy is 40 years old and has a pair of children with Xue Wu, but he is arrogant and likes to talk strange things. As for his wife Xue Wu, she has been a student with Director Liu for several years and became the director of the nursing department of Furdan City Hospital last year.

The two of them talked for a while, and after A Miao brought the tea out, they started to talk about the main things.

"I'm going to Pazayalai to take charge of the defense of the British and teach the British a lesson."

After Zhao Xin said that, he took out a paper roll more than one meter long from the bookshelf and spread it on the table. Ding Guofeng looked closely and found that it turned out to be a full map of India. It clearly marked the various forces in the South Asian subcontinent and marked the area in different colors. In addition, mountains, rivers, roads, towns, etc. were all displayed on it, with the richness of various details that were breathtaking.

"Good, where did you find this?"

"This is the map produced by the Royal Geographical Society in 1792 based on the situation after the Third Anglo-Mike War, which was basically the same as the current situation in India. Look at these three areas," Zhao Xin pointed to the three areas in the south of the Mysore Kingdom on the map with his hand, and explained: "This is the land that Mysore ceded after the Treaty of Selinga Patan. The left and the two parts on the bottom were all assigned to the British East India Company."

“Where is our territory?”

Zhao Xin moved his finger to a blue border area the size of a little fingertip in the lower right corner of the map and said: "Here!"

Ding Guofeng took out the magnifying glass, looked carefully for a long time before saying in surprise: "It's just a little bit?"

"Yes. So we have to get the local governance of the southern region through this war."

"Are these two parts of the British territory?"

"No, Tranquiba is from the Danes. Negapatan was ceded to the British by the Dutch 12 years ago and is currently under the jurisdiction of the Governor-General of Madras."

"The Danes are here to get into trouble?"

Zhao Xin asked with a smile: "Do you think they are very important?"

Ding Guofeng curled his lips when he heard this, looking like a "fake". Well, Denmark's fate in the Indian colony was decided by the two of them's disdainful expressions.

Since the text on the map is all in English, Ding Guofeng asked again: "Who is the yellow area in the west of the local governance?"

"The Maratha Alliance is composed of many nationalities, and the closest to us is Tanjavur."

"Do you want to make it?"

"I'm about to tell you this." Zhao Xin took a file bag from the bookshelf, took out two pages of paper and handed it to Ding Guofeng and said: "The current sultan in the Kingdom of Tanjavur is called Ama Singh, the younger brother of the former sultan. His throne was usurped from his nephew Bonsler. And this unlucky nephew will soon be asylum from the British and sent to Madras. According to history, the British will help him regain the throne in five years, but by then, they will completely become vassals of the East India Company."

Ding Guofeng looked up at Zhao Xin and said, "Do you want to win over Ama Singh?"

"Yes, but we can't take the initiative. As long as they see that our force is stronger than the British, they will naturally send people to contact us. You only need to support Ama Singh's rule at that time, and at the same time reconcile the tension between them and Tipu Sultan..."

Zhao Xin talked a lot to Ding Guofeng, and they just sipped their lunch. He spent more than two hours telling each other about many problems including opium in Bangladesh, British and French, Dutch on Ceylon Island, Maratha Alliance and Nizam in the Deccan area. Although Ding Guofeng was dizzy when he heard it, he had a rough understanding of India's current situation.

At the end, Zhao Xinyu said earnestly: "Guofeng, you must remember that the problems of the South Asian subcontinent are never solved through a decisive battle. Apart from military victory, economic, diplomatic, politics and intelligence, you need to invest a lot of money. Colonies and economic plundering can bring you nothing but gain hatred, and you will also carry a burden of being too big. Our goal is to weaken the expansion of the British and maintain the independence of South India, especially to support the Mysore Kingdom, and avoid them being annexed by the British and Marathas."

Ding Guofeng pondered for a moment before smiling: "I understand. As long as we have enough territory in India, the main purpose is to cause trouble for the British."

Zhao Xin said with a slight hint: "On behalf of the North Navy Command, I will announce that during the military operation period, Guo Xuexian's Second Squadron will be under your command, and the local military and political affairs in India will be decided by you in one sentence. The official appointment letter will be sent to you later."

"Yes!" Ding Guofeng saluted Zhao Xin and said with satisfaction: "We are also addicted to the governor."

When lunch is done, dinner will naturally be rich. So Ding Guofeng saw more than three pounds of steamed lobster with steamed garlic on the table; the yellow wings that were boiled with apricot yellow and transparent, soft and smooth; the steamed coconut crab with plump meat, as well as yellowfin tuna, grouper, and salt-peppered shrimp with long forearms. Ding Guofeng shouted happily.

Although Beihai Town is also a harbor city, the aquatic products there are very different from Southeast Asia. Salmon, Far East salmon, cod, sea cucumber, abalone, crab and various plump shellfish are often eaten. As for the famous king crabs in later generations... Well, the correct way is to say "Kamchatka stone crab". This thing has not been served on the dining table in Beihai Town because it is hiding at the bottom of the sea 800 meters deep.

Zhao Xin himself is a foodie, and no one has the high requirements for cooking. In Beihai Town, two Yangzhou chefs who have been with him for many years, and A Miao is responsible for his diet after coming to Bacheng, and never by others. This time, in order to entertain Ding Guofeng, he borrowed two Quanzhou chefs from Huang Mianshe's family and asked A Miao to train them, and then he created a dazzling table of modern dishes.

Speaking of the arrival of the five thousand minions, the market in Bacheng suddenly flourished. Whether it was the fishermen, vegetable farmers and food growers, they all smiled. The logistics personnel in charge of the Military Control Commission almost wiped out the inventory of various shops in the city. In addition, they ordered the goods for five days with the fishermen and vegetable farmers, and they wanted as much as they could.

After drinking and eating, Ding Guofeng drank the oolong tea made by A Miao with satisfaction, rubbing his stomach and said to Zhao Xin: "Have you heard it? Some people in the committee are now very dissatisfied with your indulgence in the Qing Dynasty and lingering. They said that you don't take up the great mountains and rivers in the pass, and you went to Southeast Asia to stir up the wind and rain, just to be unemployed and do nothing."

Zhao Xin smiled and said, "Old Yu told me in the telegram. Those guys know nothing!"

In fact, what Ding Guofeng said is pretty good. At present, within the time travelers in Beihai Town, some people also said that Zhao Xin was a survivor of the Qing Dynasty or even a survivor of the island country. Otherwise, he would not have been so good to the farmers of the island country, and at the same time allowed Qianlong to continue to sit on the throne.

He took a sip of tea, was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "Guofeng, do you know when the territory of modern sovereign states was finally established?"

Ding Guofeng thought for a while and said, "Mid-19th century?"

Zhao Xin shook his head and said, "As far as Europe is concerned, the final formation of a nation-state in the modern sense is generally believed to be the Peace Treaty of Westphalia signed by European countries in 1648; and the territory of our China is actually finally determined in these twenty years. The territory that can be controlled is yours, and those beyond reach are just the fantasy of some people."

"Yes. You know, I went to East Siberia after the beginning of spring, which was so far away! It would be terrible to think about it if there were no telegrams and prisoners of war to build the roads and the waterways that were cleared."

"No. I mean, there are seven years left before the nineteenth century, and these seven years are the final years of the sovereign state's territory being determined and continued into the last few years."

"What do you mean?"

"Yes. As long as the land we occupy now can be controlled and as long as nothing unexpected happens, everyone will have to admit that it belongs to China's territory in the future."

Ding Guofeng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he slapped his thighs and said, "Damn! What are you waiting for? Hurry up and take up all the western half of the North American continent before talking about it!"

"Don't be anxious." Zhao Xin got up and paced around the house, and said slowly: "The North American continent is different from other places. You have to talk to the population with your fists. When things happen in Southeast Asia, the troops will go south and enter the pass, and they will naturally go if they have manpower."

"Guofeng, let's say it openly. I know you can't understand. Why do I want to put the Qing Dynasty in Gurkha, right?"

Ding Guofeng smiled and didn't say anything. In fact, Zhao Xin has always known all kinds of complaints from time travelers, but because he has too high prestige in Beihai Town and is a paying boss, he always discusses privately and no one dares to speak on the table.

In fact, since the "Battle of Usolier", Zhao Xin has been planning a big game of chess, and it has not been the initial layout today.

He instigated the Qing Dynasty to take down Gurkha not all for the British East India Company. The fertile southern Tibet land was also one of the goals. If some people thought, the Northern Navy landed directly from the Bohai Bay to take Beijing, causing the Qing Dynasty to fall instantly, let alone the south of the Yangtze River and northwest, Tibet, which was beyond the reach, would inevitably fall into chaos.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! By then, no one can guarantee whether the upper-class figures in Tibet would collude with the British. If the Northern Navy wants to march into the plateau and take down and guard that land, it will not take a few years. You must know that the Northern Navy is more dependent on logistics than all the troops in this time and space. Therefore, after thinking about it, Zhao Xin had to use the strategy of "drive the tiger and swallow the wolf" to make the Qing Dynasty continue to survive, go to the southwest to guard the border for him, force them to develop southern Tibet and compete with the Indians.

"Guofeng, do you know that in our history, the 62 war was obviously won, but why did it retreat again?"

“I remember it’s because of logistics.”

"Look at the Qing Dynasty's Gurkha attack this time, it's too difficult to replenish logistics. If we just want to declare our existence and let the troops go on a long expedition, we can't defend it. The information sent back from the capital said that the first thing Fukang'an did after he arrived in Tibet was to collect military rations everywhere. The Qing court built three grain channels and requisitioned tens of thousands of people, but the food transported was still not enough. If we hadn't helped them two batches of compressed biscuits and cans, Fukang'an would have lost food when he finished killing the Jiaergula Mountain."

"So serious? But as long as you take down southern Tibet, Tibet will have the ability to self-sufficiency in food."

"It's not that simple. If the place is taken down, you have to send troops to garrison and to settle down, right? The terrain of Nianqing Tanggula Mountain is too complicated, with heavy mountains and heavy snow in winter and heavy rain in summer. The window period is only two months in autumn. Fukang'an's memorial to Qianlong said that the climate inside the Tibetan area suddenly cools, and after September, the ice and snow are blocked all year round. Nyalam has heavy snow for five months every year, and people and animals cannot pass through. Once trapped, it is impossible to advance and retreat to retreat."

Ding Guofeng nodded helplessly and said, "That's right. Even at that time, the road to Tibet was not easy to repair. Weapons and ammunition supplies, food, and medical care are all too heavy."

"I have no prescription to prevent miasma and beg for spiritual medicine, and I groaned ten or five steps." Zhao Xin walked to the window, looked at the tropical scenery outside, and said without looking back: "Fu Kang'an brought three thousand Soren soldiers to Tibet this time. Do you know how many people survived in the end? Three hundred!"

Ding Guofeng was stunned when he heard this and said, "The loss is so great?"

Zhao Xin nodded and said, "We got the original text of the memorials he and Helin to Qianlong at the intelligence station in the capital, including the battle of Jiaergula Mountain. Every battle was a roundabout way and a roundabout way, with a feint attack from the front and a side, all relying on the Soren soldiers and the local soldiers of Jinchuan who were afraid of death. For the sake of the emperor and the supreme kingdom of the Qing Dynasty, he dared not take human lives seriously. If it were our own troops, who would dare to use this?

The lessons of the war in 1962 are already very telling. No matter how advanced the weapons are or how brave the soldiers are, they cannot change the geographical conditions of Shannan. The Qing army used human lives to make victory, but if we were to make life, we would also have to make life! The 90,000 square kilometers of southern Tibet is very good, but the problem of Tibet is the big problem inside but not outside. The Qing Dynasty must be allowed to eliminate internal problems for us.
Chapter completed!