The Turks stationed in Sigel fought bravely, but war is never effective just by bravery.

The birth of artillery and the birth of infantry-artillery coordination tactics in the cold weapon era were dimensionality reduction strikes.

Before heavy artillery, there was no fortified city.

So Sigar fell without any suspense, and as Sigar fell into the hands of the Ming Dynasty, the last stumbling block in front of the city of Delhi was kicked away by Song Sheng.

The Ming Dynasty's troops can be pushed to the gates of Delhi at any time!

But in this case, the Ming army stopped.

Because there are no more artillery shells in the army.

"We agreed to practice infantry and artillery coordination, but if we don't have artillery, how can we practice it?"

Song Sheng said so confidently that all the generals laughed.

After tasting the benefits of artillery, Song Sheng seemed to have made up his mind that as long as there was no artillery, there would be no war.

The truce has the advantage of not only waiting for the artillery shells, but also waiting for Pushun's slave army to be replenished.

After months of hard battles, if it hadn't been for this group of cannon fodder, the Ming army's casualties would have been far more than just the few thousand people they had now.

"The fight against Delhi is the decisive battle in the War of India, and it will definitely be a tough battle. My life, Ming'erlang, cannot be wasted in this place."

Time passed quickly while waiting. Just as 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.

After hearing the news, Zhu Yu ran at the front, followed closely by Song Sheng.

"How many have come?"

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

"A whole three bases."

One base number is ten rounds of artillery shells, three base numbers is thirty rounds, eight hundred cannons, and twenty-four thousand rounds!

Song Sheng calculated in his mind, and then his eyes widened.

"So many."

"Enough to turn the whole of Delhi into rubble."

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

"May I ask who is Commander Song?"

Song Sheng turned around and took a look, and was surprised to see the man wearing a Confucian shirt.

This is a military camp, why would a civilian official come here?

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

"I am handsome."

"Zhongfu, below, I met Song Shuai."

Wen Zhongfu hurriedly stepped forward to bow to him, and at the same time took out a paper document from his arms and handed it over.

Song Sheng stretched out his hand to take it and take a look.

"South India Company?"

"Yes, I am the chief manager of the South India Company." Wen Zhongfu grinned: "Before coming to India, the king once said that if the South India Company encounters any problems in India, you can ask Song Shuai for help."

Song Sheng had heard about this South Indian company before, but he only thought it was a business name 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 see him, since there was a document and Chen Yunfu's royal order, Song Sheng still politely invited Wen Zhongfu into his commander's tent.

The two guests and host sat down and Song Sheng asked.

"Shopkeeper Wen, come to my place. If you need anything, just ask. I will do my best to help you wherever I can."

"Song Shuai is so generous, so I'll just say it bluntly."

Wen Zhongfu complimented him and then said: "I came to India under the king's order to prepare for the establishment of the South India Company. In the final analysis, I am a businessman. What a businessman wants is production, and production needs to be stable.

But right now, my business has been attacked by mobs, so I want to come to Song Shuai to borrow troops."

Upon hearing that it was borrowing troops, Song Sheng frowned subconsciously.

"Shop Manager Wen, the army is the most important weapon of the country. Even if I use troops, it is the order of the king. If you want to use troops, I don't dare to borrow them."

"I am borrowing troops only to protect production."

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

Seeing that Song Sheng was still shaking his head, Wen Zhongfu became a little anxious now: "The king's order has said that I and the South India Company can seek help from Song Shuai if they encounter any difficulties."

"It is true that the King's order contains this statement, but it only talks about helping Shopkeeper Wen solve his difficulties, and does not mention borrowing troops. I really dare not borrow these soldiers unless Shopkeeper Wen obtains the King's consent."

Wen Zhongfu sighed, frowned and was silent for a while, then raised his head and said, "If we can't borrow soldiers, then we can borrow some general flags, battalion officers and the like."

Song Sheng was a little confused.

"What does Shopkeeper Wen's borrowed flag school do?"

"Sigh." Wen Zhongfu sighed and said, "Since Commander Song cannot lend troops to me, I can only borrow a few flag schools and recruit some people from the local area for armed drills."

This is to train a private army?

Song Sheng looked at Wen Zhongfu with wide eyes in disbelief, his eyes full of shock.

Doesn't Wen Zhongfu know that what he said has been enough to behead people or even kill entire families in all dynasties?

A businessman, even a businessman of the imperial court, cannot practice private army.

You, Wen Zhongfu, don't want your life, but I, Song Sheng, haven't lived long enough to be your accomplice.

So Song Sheng shook his head desperately and refused. Worried that Wen Zhongfu would continue talking, he quickly ordered his own soldiers to send Wen Zhongfu out of the military camp.

This made Wen Zhongfu so angry that he stamped his feet repeatedly and kept calling Song Sheng pedantic outside the military camp.

"Big shopkeeper, what should we do now?"

The guards who came with Wen Zhongfu had no idea.

Wen Zhongfu rolled his eyes: "What should I do? Let's make it cold."

"Would you like to write a letter to the king..."

"From India to Nanjing, it would take four months at the fastest. In four months, the mobs destroyed all the factories."

Wen Zhongfu took a deep breath and said: "Besides, if we have some problems and write to the king for help, then do we still have the face? Since Song Shuai does not lend people or troops, then we will form a bodyguard ourselves.

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"But we don't have weapons or officers."

"But we have money!"

Wen Zhongfu waved his hand: "If you have money, why don't you worry about having no one? If you are like this, contact Pu Shun, he has weapons and armor, and we will recruit people from India to protect the factory. As for how to train... Our company

Is there anyone here who has been a soldier?"

"Lao Xu."

"Lao Xu, who works as a cook in our company?" Wen Zhongfu twitched his lips: "What kind of soldier is he?"

"It's a warrior soldier."

Wen Zhongfu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still gritted his teeth and said: "The cook soldiers are also soldiers, and they can't be ignorant of anything. In this case, the training of manpower will be left to him. Anyway, we are not fighting, we are just producing under protection.

We don’t need any elite soldiers.”

The subordinate smiled and nodded.

"Then, Mr. Boss, does this count as training for a private army?"

"How can we call it a private army? This is a security guard to protect our factory."

Wen Zhongfu glared: "It's almost like calling the security guard."

"How about calling this poor place Bad Water? No, it doesn't sound good. Black Water, Black Water Security, that's a good name."
Chapter completed!