Kolkata, Fort William.

Forty-year-old Claver still doesn't believe what's going on.

Even if the Navy Lieutenant Adams has been secretly sneaking back from the Maldives for ten days.

"The army of the empire cannot be considered powerful, but as an island country's navy is definitely not like this! Take India for example. The Portuguese were originally dominant, but the British came from behind and overwhelmed the Dutch and French, and roughly gained control of the Indian coastal areas"

"In time, it is just around the corner to completely control India, and in the Americas, the glory of the empire is scattered throughout every corner of the earth."

"But all this was destroyed by a country that was founded by the Eastern barbarians for some reason!"

"Truchen!"

General Klay's teeth were gritted tightly. A few years ago, he and less than a thousand Europeans fought against the 50,000 Siraj army.

He knew the role of the navy on the empire.

But the Imperial Navy did not support it for a day in front of the Truechin Navy!

"Steam engine..."

"Strange grenade..."

He said to himself.

"I remember that there is a man named Watt in Glasgow, Scotland, the Empire, who seems to be very good at steam engines. If he can win this time, he must be sure to support this person in vigorously developing steam engines and then use it on warships!"

"The barbarians can do it, can't my great Anglo-Saxon descendants do it!"

"As for how the grenade barbarians can fire quickly and accurately? Our country also has grenades, but they still need to be launched with a ignited fuse. It is not only extremely dangerous, but also has the accuracy not as good as the solid bullet"

"How did the barbarians do it?!"

After thinking about it for a while, there was no result, which made him even more angry.

"Bang!"

He pushed open the window and walked to the balcony.

From here, he can clearly see the Hugley River.

However, the scene on the Hugley River is now very different from a month ago.

Previously, most of the British were ships walking on the river, with a large amount of flax, grain and coal transported here from all over the place, and then stored in the dock warehouse on the shore, waiting for large armed merchant ships to be transported to the UK.

But with the arrival of the Truchens, he not only completely lost the warships that were originally enough to influence the entire Bay of Bengal, but also lost all the armed merchant ships!

“All!”

The coffee cup in General Klay hit the ground hard, which scared a dark-faced Bengal servant who was serving quietly.

"Not only that, they also went up the many rivers here and destroyed the merchant ships affiliated to our country! Damn it! Don't you know that these merchant ships are completely unarmed?!"

After a while, Klev calmed down, and he showed a kind face again, and then looked at the Bengal servant.

"Singer, are you scaring? It's okay, it's absolutely okay. Go out quickly and call our Duke over"

Not long after, a man in his thirties, a slightly obese figure and dressed in British Army general's uniform came in. As soon as he came in, he threw the black boat-shaped hat on his head on the table.

"Robert, what's wrong?"

This person is George Spencer, a descendant of the hereditary Marbaro. According to him, he was about to take over the position of Duke, but the appointment has not been delayed, so he could only stay in the East India Company as a brigade general.

He used to be the brigade commander of the brigade stationed in Kaupar. He originally hoped to make achievements in India so as to take over the position of duke as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, he did not achieve his achievements and faced a huge crisis.

He also has another name, that is the ancestor of the famous Churchill in later generations.

"Dear Duke"

Nowadays, people in the UK know that Spencer is obsessed with this duke, but because the Churchill family is qualified to inherit this title, it is also a question whether it is his turn.

Therefore, all the British nobles were secretly mocking him, which led Spencer to simply resign from his position as a member of the House of Commons and instead join the East India Company, preparing to make great contributions in the East before returning to the House of Commons. No, no, since he made great contributions, he was qualified to inherit the position of a member of the family in the House of Commons.

"Come on, sit here, let's talk about the Marathas"

"This..." Spencer spoke for a moment. In the past few days, Claver kept asking him about the possible reinforcements and the military strength of the Marathas, who were the only reinforcements, and he was already very upset.

However, he still said: "If the Marathas arrive on time, they can come up to a maximum of 50,000 troops, and at least 30,000 troops"

"According to 30,000, their number of horses was much larger than that of the Mughals. There were at least five regiments and three battalions of war elephants. The rest were infantry, 10,000 of which were elite, mostly composed of Vaishyas, with flintlock guns and clamp guns in their hands, and some were made by themselves, with very suspicious quality"

"Some were bought from the Portuguese, you know that the Portuguese had military factories in Goa, and some were naturally provided by the abominable French people"

"Their army had Portuguese mercenaries, mostly instructors, and their main combat method was the same. First, they used about half of the poor slaves with big swords and spears to charge. Once they broke through the enemy formation, the cavalry behind them could harvest the defeated soldiers."

"If the enemy is similar, or if the elite infantry are placed in the front, they will first use elephant soldiers to break through the enemy's formation and then go to the cavalry"

"The Mughals came from Central Asia, paid great attention to cavalry and infantry, but the number of people was not as large as that of the Marathas"

If it were yesterday, when Spencer said this situation over and over again, Claver would have interrupted him impatiently, but today he seemed quite patient and listened quietly without interrupting him.

"Wait a minute"

Spencer looked at him with some dissatisfaction. Since he learned that his Navy was no longer there, Claver seemed to have become a different person, that is, he was born in a family of a nobleman and could communicate directly with him on an equal footing. If anyone else was the other person, he would definitely be scolded or even beaten.

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"If the Marathas could come on time, who would you think the person who came here?"

"It is mostly Nawab Izmael of Madhya Pradesh. He was originally a Nawab who believed in Islam appointed by the Mughal Emperor. Later, he surrendered to the Maratha Alliance and converted to Hinduism again. His ancestors were Afghans and were a family of senior officials who were extremely dependent on the Mughal Emperor"

"He couldn't help but be good at cavalry and had great experience in using infantry. Since he was not an old man from the Maratha Alliance, he could only be loyal to the Peshwa family nowadays. If Madhav sent someone, it would be him, because for him, the enemy was still Mughals, and he had to continue to confront Alam II on the front line of the Ganges"

"I understand"

Klev seems to have figured out one thing.

"You send someone to discuss tactics with the Marathas. Just say that the Truchens come from afar and they definitely don't carry much ammunition. Please use the poor Shudra in large quantities, the more the better. When the ammunition is almost consumed, don't be afraid of losses if you let the Vaishya infantry join the Vaishya infantry."

"I promised him that I would pay him ten pounds to death a Vaishya soldier!"

"Your Excellency the Provincial Governor, I must remind you that the company's warehouses are no longer worth much!"

"It's okay," Klev smiled, "Jaffa's Dhaka and Anderson's Chittagong, so I'll just borrow some at that time. Besides, if I defeat the Truchens, what money will I worry about?"

"Also, I must remind His Highness Peshwa that it is November now, and there is only more than a month left before the heavy rainy season here. If the cavalry that they have the advantage and the elephant soldiers who play their role must be dispatched before the rainy season comes, the faster the better"

"Tell him again, don't worry, once the war begins, the great British soldiers will appear on the battlefield in time, and the Truchens only have nine ships, how many army can they come? I don't believe that the regular British Empire troops of the two brigades can't take them."

"What's more, they were still fighting with the Maratha people for many days?"

"Your Excellency, the Mughal?"

"Poor Spencer, do you know why I took you back to Kolkata and risked offending the Mughals to secretly form an alliance with the Marathas?"

"Your Excellency, this is exactly what I want to ask. I have asked several times in the past few days. You have avoided it with the secrets involved in the British Empire!"

"Well, dear Spencer, I'm not to hide it from you. I also have a spy in the Marathas, a Maratha from Pune, who has been working in Mumbai for a long time, or rather, for the East India Company, and returned to the great God"

"Because he is good at using muskets, he is already a middle-level officer of the Vaishya infantry of the Maratha army or a quartermaster. Why do you think His Excellency Peshwa promised to form an alliance with us?"

"Isn't it impossible to solve the Mughals in a short while?"

"No, not, but because there is a problem with the western border of poor Alam II"

"Afghan?"

"Yes, according to the information we have received before, the Afghan Emperor Durani was already in a state of unstoppable power in Persia and was about to take over the entire Khorasan region, but unfortunately he was defeated by the Truqins again"

"He has been dormant in Afghanistan for several years. Now he has accumulated strength and reorganized a large army. He has attacked North India along the Khyber Pass!"

"You know that since he was defeated by the Marathas, the Mughal Emperor had lost their capital, Delhi, and his territory had also been contracted to the west of the Ganges plain. If Durani attacked him, he would have no place to stand"

"In other words, whether there is a Maratha army, Alam II will definitely be defeated, and it is not a big deal to break with him at this time"

"Okay, I believe you, but Jafa..."

"Haha, I've been holding back this guy for a long time. If Siraj hadn't suddenly come back, I would have replaced him long ago, but now there is new news."

"Oh?"

"It's Chittagong. In the past month, there is a rumor that the last prince of Alagan is hiding there. You know Meng Yun. You have dealt with him and want to rent Alagan's Kyaukpiao Port, but he refused it."

"At present, his brother is making a big splash in the east, and the entire Myanmar country has regarded him as a Vajra Bodhisattva in Buddhism, and his reputation is growing"

"Meng Yun is young and energetic, and his ability is no less than his brother. How could he sit and watch Prince Alagan hide in Chittagong? He will definitely send troops to Chittagong. Remember, our basic position is in West Bengal, because there are a lot of high-quality flax, a lot of rice fields, and cheap coal!"

"This is a place where Hinduism is dominant, not a place where fish and dragons are mixed like East Bengal, which is just right to take advantage of Meng Yun to wash it"
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