Han Sizheng looked at the sand table in front of him with concentration. When he heard the sound of leather boots hitting the ground, he said without looking back: "Louis, come and take a look."

The person who came was Louis Trosh, and only he would walk around the camp wearing French leather boots all day long. The French consultant walked over and looked at the sand table. The sand table was made of fine sand of different colors and was very finely made.

On the left are the Ili River and Lake Balkhash, and on the right are the wilderness on both sides of the Chu River. A wooden sign symbolizing the camp of the Western Qing army is placed on the north bank of the Chu River. However, the specific location of the Russian army is unknown.

"Is the Xiqing location the exact location?"

"Cabinets have been sent to reconnaissance." Han Si said: "It's right there, 650 to 700 miles away from us. The camp is quite strong, but there are no barbed wire and trenches, which cannot stop us. What I don't know now is the Russian army hiding

Where?"

Troxu looked at the sand table, then took a small flag and inserted it on the south bank of the Chu River about 80 miles west of the Western Qing army camp, "Here."

Han Si said: "What's the reason?"

"The Central Asian grassland is very arid, and tens of thousands of troops must be stationed in a place for a long time. Moreover, this is not far from the Russian fortress Kezilorda and the Western Qing army camp, and can advance or retreat.

If the signs are wrong, you can immediately withdraw to the fortress. Relying on the fortress to fight us, it can be said that it is undefeated."

"It makes sense!" Han Si smiled with his arms in his arms, "Who will we fight? The Western Qing army is still the ambushing Russians?"

"Not fighting." Trox picked up a baton and pointed at the fortress of Kizilorda on the sand table. "How about fighting this fortress? Go around from the north of the enemy, then turn back south, and surround Ke

Zile Orda Fortress.”

"Are you encircling the Fortress of Kizil Orda?" This fortress is also a bastion. It was built in 1820 and has undergone another round of expansion last year. It is an important stronghold of the Russian army in the southern part of the Kazakh grassland. Once it is captured by the Ming army, Russia will

It is difficult for people to gain a foothold along the Chu River. Han Si thought to himself that his French chief of staff is still a little skillful! His move was to force the Russians to turn around and force the Russians to turn back and solve Kizilo.

The siege of Erda Fortress. The Western Qing army would probably find an opportunity to run away, so that the Russians could only have 40,000 to 50,000 soldiers left...

"Mobilize two horse-riding infantry troops to attack the Kizilorda Fortress, 1 cavalry army and Saturkhan's Mongolian cavalry to feint the attack on the Xiqing army's village, and by the way, they must prevent them from going west to meet with the Russian army.

.”

Han Si frowned, "This is to divide the troops into two groups... The two horse-riding infantry troops still have to leave a regiment to guard the old camp, with only 75,000 people at most. It seems that they are not sure of a big victory!"

"No?" Louis Trox smiled. "Then let's get a draw, for example, how about 25,000 casualties?"

"Col. You mean..."

Troxu patted the sand table and said lightly: "For us, as long as we draw, we will win. So what if we lose 30,000 people? What are these losses for China, which has a population of more than 400 million? But Russia

How many people can lose 25,000 people? The battlefield they have to deal with now is not the one in Central Asia, there are also the Balkans, the Caucasus, and the Crimea. They may have lost 300,000 people last year, and this year they are expected to still be

Loss of 500,000! So once the Tsar discovered that the battlefield in Central Asia was a flesh-and-blood mill that was no less than that of Crimea and the Balkans, he would definitely choose to give up. After all, the importance here cannot be compared with that of Europe. In this way, we will win,

Strategically won!”

...

Consulate General of the Ming Dynasty, Kolkata, India.

In the back garden, there was a cocktail party scene. This was the emperor of the Ming Dynasty who visited India to entertain the top figures in Kolkata. In addition to the Chinese businessmen in Kolkata and the senior officials of the British and Indian authorities, the guests happened to live in Kolkata during this period.

The princes and princes of India.

This Consulate General is actually the private residence of Consul General Lei Dengko. I didn’t know that it was the residence of the Tubang prince in Kolkata. It was large in area and was extremely luxuriously decorated. The entire back garden has now been opened as a dining place.

The cold dining table was neatly dressed. Chinese and Western Chinese and Indian chefs with white hats were respectfully guarding the table, waiting for the guests to get food. Indian servants wearing white clothes were walking with trays while walking. Black skin

With his short figure, you can tell at first glance that he is not a person of high caste. The level of the Indian San can tell you the color of his skin. Generally, Brahmins and Kshatriya are relatively white, and some are not even as white as Europeans.

There are so many differences. The untouchables of lower castes are all dark, and you can tell at a glance that they are suffering and deep hatred.

The Indian national nobles invited to the country today are not only white, but also like to show off their wealth. They dress like models participating in jewelry exhibitions, and their bodies are full of jewellery. They wear them on each finger

There was a large ring with jewelry inlaid with at least four or five golden bracelets on each arm, as for the neck, hair, ears and even nose. They were all strings of jewelry. Seeing these people, Zhu

The emperor had a very urge to invade and grab a fight! If the world overlord, the British Empire, had not occupied India, he believed that he would have been unable to help but issue an invading order to the country immediately.

There is also a band in the corner of the garden, where they play serenades. There are many small round tables and chairs next to the band, and many foreigners or Indian Asans sit there and drink something while talking in a low voice. The British Governor to India

Razim and British Ambassador to China Churchill were sitting there, talking with the Ming Dynasty's left minister Zuo Zongtang and the Imperial Study Minister Pan Zuoyin. However, Zhu Jishi was missing. There was no trace of him in the entire garden, and he was not seen either.

The Queen of Bahadur Shah and Zhangxi.

And at this moment, in the study of the Consulate General.

"Dear Emperor and Queen. If you treat me as a friend, please tell me your true ideals. I am talking about ideals... not the current goal." Zhu Jishi sat in a picture made of Indian small leaf red sandalwood.

On the ring chair, holding a cup of Lanfang coffee in his hand, he looked at the Indian emperor and Queen Zhangxi sitting opposite him with a smile.

The Indian Emperor was an old man with a face of Zhang Zhongya. His two neatly trimmed beards were white. He was wearing gorgeous Indian clothes and a yellow headscarf on his head. However, he did not hang jewelry everywhere on his body, but just on his neck and headscarf.

Two strings of pearls hung on it.

Queen Zhangxi Bayi is dressed in a rich man, full of jewels and treasures. Zhu Jishi guessed that the gold she wore must have been worn on her body, which would have been more than 10 kilograms. Like most of the best people in India, Zhang

The Queen of West has a fair skin color, and she looks as beautiful as the Bollywood female stars in later generations. She has a high nose bridge, big eyes, and long eyelashes, looking at Zhu Jishi. And this Queen

Very young, seemingly only around 20 years old.

The Indian Emperor and Queen Zhang Xi were obviously well educated, showing nobility in every move and using English fluently. Zhu Jishi felt that if these two people were dressed in Western clothes, they would let them go.

On the streets of London, no one can recognize them as the Indian San.

"I want Zhangxi, that is my country, and my people." Queen Zhangxi replied first. The voice she spoke sounded very majestic, and I don't know if it was born or the result of strict training.

"His Majesty Bahadur Sha, what do you want to restore the prosperity of the Mughal dynasty?" Zhu Jishi asked after seeing the Indian emperor silent.

"I just want to pass on the Mughal Empire." The Indian emperor looked bleak, "but they would not agree to such conditions."

"How about giving up the title of emperor for a piece of territory?" Zhu Jishi shook his head and looked at the old man who was destined to become the last king of Mughals. "If anyone in this world can become the emperor of India, then this person can only be
Chapter completed!