Tagore quickly took a handful of batter, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it voraciously, but because he ate it too fast, he choked.

He chewed hard, and had some strength in his whole body. A hint of spirit was revealed in his muddy and weak eyes. Tagore turned his head and looked out of the city wall.

Under the city wall, there were many corpses piled up.

The flies were buzzing, and a fishy smell seemed to rush into their noses.

He took a deep breath.

It has been half a month since he entered the city, and within half a month, his identity has changed very bizarrely.

It was just a pariah at the beginning.

Unsatisfied untouchables.

But the war was too fierce. He had seen some British troops before and experienced modern wars.

I still look down on the current cold weapon war, but reality tells him coldly and ruthlessly that the mortality rate is higher in the era of cold weapons.

As long as you get a little hurt, you may die.

The city was sparsely populated, so he changed from a refugee to a temporary auxiliary worker, specializing in cleaning up some groceries in the city. Later, the injured soldiers were a little scarce, so he was transferred up.

His task is very simple.

Carry some stones and logs.

But just recently, the soldier he assisted died, so he replaced the position of soldier.

His gaze looked out of the city.

Maluf has become an isolated city, and he immediately guessed the other person's thoughts based on his memories in his dreams.

The opponent is siegeing and attacking.

Through flexible mobility, they wiped out the rescue troops coming to Maluf one by one.

"There are less and less food in the city."

His eyebrows were frowning together, forming a sunken hole at the center of his eyebrows. Tagore pinched the tip of his nose and felt a little uncomfortable. He felt a little cold after days of wandering and panic.

I touched my head, it was not too hot.

At this time, several war horses appeared outside the city. He immediately calmed down and picked up the wooden stick in his hand.

Several Ming soldiers walked to the corpse and began to dismount. They flipped over the corpses. Tagore pursed his lips and remembered the feeling of being dominated.

A few British soldiers could make thousands of poisonous soldiers tremble and dare not resist.

Several Ming soldiers were surrounded by such a bold siege, but no one dared to go down to attack. At present, Ambani in the city also issued an order that as long as the opponent did not take the initiative to attack, no one was allowed to leave the city to fight.

So he and the others could only watch the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty do whatever they did.

"This group of Ming people really hate it."

"Shhh, whisper."

Several soldiers next to him started talking.

"I heard that the Ming Dynasty is not bad. A year ago, a person from a village went to the Ming Dynasty to serve in the army. I heard that the treatment was very good."

"Really or not?"

"I will lie to you if I can't. They don't look at your identity. As long as you pass the physical examination and you seem to have to learn some Daming characters, you can get a good treatment."

Tagore's ears moved slightly.

He was listening carefully, too.

He did not know the story of the history of the body poisoning, but it was probably clearer that many important people have come to the body poisoning and merged.

Tagore remembered his grandfather saying that his family also came from the West and then slowly settled down.

His eyes lit up.

Yes, the India in my mind is different from what I am now.

If history was the Ming Dynasty entered India and was a historical dynasty in India, then who is the orthodox?

So, what are you struggling with?

Tagore's eyes flashed. His current situation may be on the opposite side of history, but rather a sinner who merged India?

I am a pariah now, but how can I be a pariah?

So, why can’t we understand the current affairs?

Tagore went through a self-argument process and came to a conclusion that the Ming Dynasty might be the historical trend and he could not go against the historical trend.

You can't look at the current India with your own eyes...

Tagore already had some small thoughts.

......

Peshawar.

The capital of the Mitra Dynasty, in the simple palace surrounded by long fences.

Princess Lakshmi's face was also full of melancholy.

Her legs sat cross-legged.

Because her waist and hip ratio is very good, the skirt behind her hips is very tight, just like wearing later jeans, she drags her chin.

Her face is also a typical Aryan, and she looks similar to the later star Aishwarya, and Julia Roberts of Bollywood.

She was obviously fighting with the British army.

But he died in battle.

However, she did not die.

On the contrary, I didn't know what happened, but I actually came to this world and became the eldest princess of the Mitra Dynasty, much better than my original identity.

My original body was Queen Zhangxi, who led the people to resist the British invasion and went all the way. Unfortunately, in the end, he was outnumbered and died tragically on the battlefield.

Now, it's still India.

But it is not clear when the period is.

She rubbed her forehead and now her biggest enemy is from outside the Khyber Pass.

I thought I could use my own preparations to eliminate the enemy, but I underestimated the opponent's strength. The most important thing is that she made the same mistake.

I just want to rely solely on my own strength.

It is precisely this reason that he was defeated by the British army. If King Sei had not supported him, he would have summoned the chiefs of tribes from all sides to form a coalition force according to tradition.

I'm afraid there will be greater losses.

“Bai.”

A sound of a full of energy came. She turned her head and saw that it was King Sai. King Sai walked in with a breeze, but Ba Yi could still see the melancholy between her eyebrows and eyes.

She stood up and returned to her original aloof appearance. After all, she had this kind of personality and she kept it.

"Cogi."

King Sai: "What happened to Maluf."

Ba Yi raised her eyebrows and her heart skipped a beat.

"There is a Ming army that has surrounded Maluf, and they did not take Maluf, but through Maluf's large number of reinforcements, one by one, it is clear that the other party has a large number of cavalry in their hands, and our army cannot catch up."

Bayi felt annoyed in her heart. She felt that she was encountering this group of enemies, who were more cunning and difficult than the British army. They were good at using some despicable strategies.

I dare not confront the army of my country.

But this strategy has caused a lot of losses to our side.

In her mind, the walls of Maluf were solid, and with Ambani personally taking charge, he dispatched another army, so the other party would not invest a large number of troops, so it would be impossible for something to happen.

But she didn't know who the enemy she was facing was. Li Yan showed her glory for the first time.
Chapter completed!