Luo Sijin was authorized by Yan Yu and sent someone to hold the Patriarch’s ring to go to the nearby stronghold of the Yuli Qasim family called Banga City, and meet with the Yuli Qasim family. With the ring as proof, they were asked to give out five million silver dollars to redeem Yuli Qasim!

　　

　　 was sent to contact a major officer of the Southeast Army, named Zhao Baoshun. He was not a combat officer, but a logistics officer, who was good at talking rather than using weapons. Able to communicate with Indians in many local languages.

　　

　　 Zhao Baoshun has been stationed in India, responsible for collecting local materials for military use, and is familiar with the local language.

　　

　　The place where I arrived is a Beppu of the Yuli Kasim family. Although it is more magnificent than the unruly mansion, it is also a standard home for the rich---stone buildings with gold on the outside!

　　

　　In India, those who can afford to live in stone buildings are either rich or noble, while untouchables sleep directly on the ground.

　　

　　 A Sikh who claimed to be the manager met Zhao Baoshun. His name was so long that Zhao Baoshun couldn't even remember him, only one name was Singh.

　　

　　Sikhs are considered to be a fighting nation in India. Singh has a burly figure, a big fist like a fight, a majestic beard, a huge head and a large machete, which seems to be scared by a big one.

　　

　　 He also slanted his eyes to look at Zhao Baoshun and said: "You are such a heretic, so bold to come to us, are you not afraid of death?"

　　

　　 Zhao Baoshun smiled and said, "Believe me, I will fight you one-on-one, you must be the one who died!"

　　

　　 Singh's face sank suddenly, his eyes revealed a fierce light, and his hand pressed the machete hilt. The other person was tall and had a huge face. When he raised his eyebrows, he was vicious, like a ghost released from hell.

　　

　　 Zhao Baoshun was not afraid, and stretched his hand back, and the guards handed a loaded double-barrel sprayer into his hand!

　　

　　 Don't think he is a logistic officer, his momentum is not inferior to that of a soldier from a combat officer's background. His muzzle is facing upwards, his right finger has been emptied on the trigger, his eyes are firm and his movements are skillful.

　　

　　 "Hahaha!" Singh suddenly relaxed and greeted: "Come on, tea!"

　　

　　 He invited Zhao Baoshun to drink tea, but Zhao Baoshun didn't drink it. He just thanked him and the ghost knew if they would use their left hand to make tea for him.

　　

　　 Zhao Baoshun explained his intentions and showed the ring of the Patriarch to Singh, as well as a letter written by Yuli Kassim!

　　

　　 The letter stated that he is all well, and now he wants the family to redeem him back with 10 million silver dollars. The voucher is the ring brought by the messenger!

　　

　　 Singer read the letter, Zhao Baoshun was also unambiguous, and threw the ring on Singer's hand. Singer didn't dare to neglect, so he asked him to sit for a while and he went to report it.

　　

Entering the inner courtyard, the flower windows of carved beams and painted buildings, and the corridor outside the flower windows, Singh walked through the corridor and reported the message sent by the messenger to the hostess who stayed in the inner room and was blocked by the heavy bead curtain, and presented the ring and letter. , Give it to the maid to send it inside.

　　

　　 The hostess's voice was pleasant, with a sense of vicissitudes, after all, she was not young anymore.

　　

　　 Lying on a stone bed, wrapped in Chinese silk, covered in jewellery, but his appearance was not attractive and his figure was out of shape.

　　

　　 "It's really his words, and the ring!" The hostess said lightly.

　　

　　 "Yes, ma'am!" Singer nodded.

　　

　　 "You said, let's kill the messenger and get this ring back, how about it?" the hostess asked.

　　

"No, the other party is here prepared, not afraid that we will do things!" Although Singh is ugly, his heart is very thin, and he can see that the other party is confident---yes, there are five thousand southeast army elite soldiers in the city. In addition, Bangka City is a small city, and the city's defenses have not been maintained for a long time, just like paper.

　　

　　 "Go, just say that I will give him six million silver dollars, so that the person can't come back!" The hostess's voice was not high, and she made a loud noise.

　　

　　 Singh bowed: "As you wish!"

　　

　　 After he withdrew, he found Zhao Baoshun. Speaking of his master's request, Zhao Baoshun was very knowledgeable and general, trying to maintain a dull expression on his face to conceal his surprise!

　　

　　 After a little astonishment, Zhao Baoshun immediately agreed, patting his chest and saying: "Reassure your master, we guarantee that he will never set foot on the land of India again."

　　

　　 At first, his intention was that the other party paid six million silver dollars, but he let out Yuli Qasim. Now the other party adds one million silver dollars, why not?

　　

　　 He has the right to make a decision and immediately approves of approval.

　　

　　 Zhao Baoshun is not too much, because six million silver dollars is indeed enough, and he is afraid that he will not be able to take it with him.

　　

　　 It was Singer who came to overweight again, willing to give another million silver dollars. He hoped that Uli Qasim would go to see his **** immediately.

　　

　　 This Indian is really rich. Zhao Baoshun was surprised and regretfully rejected Singh's request. He knew very well Yan Er Shao's wish to send the fat pig back to China to show off.

　　

　　 Offering a prisoner to show off its prestige, and the price of the fat pig is not low. The total amount of 20 million silver dollars seized is beyond people's imagination. Such a prisoner of war is very face-off when sent back to China.

　　

　　 There is no paperwork agreement, but the gentleman said that the two parties agreed to deliver the goods outside the city in five days. Singh pretended to ask: "Can you transport them, many of them are very heavy, do you want us to help you transport them?"

　　

　　He came to explore Zhao Baoshun's bottom, Zhao Baoshun said straightforwardly: "Thank you for your concern, I have five thousand elite soldiers. A while ago, five thousand elite soldiers defeated Mirya Ude's 20,000 cavalry!"

　　

　　 "That's all right, that's all right!" Singh said with a dry smile.

　　

Five days later, the two sides cut off a wealth of five million silver dollars in the city. There were gold, silver and jewellery in it. The rest contained a lot of Indian gold and silver coins. The styles are very old and I don’t know when it was passed down. It is almost impossible to verify, because this country has no history!

　　

India has myths and no history, so gods are noble and inferior, but in China, history is passed down to let the younger generations know the glorious deeds of their ancestors ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ naturally look to them, and the blue is better than the blue, young Fengqing Yu Lao Fengsheng, this is why the Chinese put people first in the material bearing.

　　

　　 There is no history book, no truth!

　　

　　 There is a prison wagon, and Zhao Baoshun specifically let Singh take a look. There is a fat Yuli Kassim sitting in it, he has lost a lot of weight.

　　

　　 Zhao Baoshun brought him here. Originally, he planned to pay the silver dollar one hand and the other, but now, that is Yuli Qasim's unlucky luck!

　　

Singh was satisfied, and knew that they were lucky. They did not send out a large army to attack the Southeast Army, because the Southeast Army was all elite and strong generals, and the leading general was Hao Yaoqi’s lieutenant Liu Guochang, who belonged to the warrior generation and had fought before. The survivors of the Ming Dynasty war were truly talented and learned and should not be underestimated.

　　

The Southeast Army took the wealth and left with Yuli Qasim. He felt bad, let go of his throat, and called out loudly: "You Han people don't count, you won't let anyone go if you get a silver dollar, and the gods will smash you to death. !"

　　

　　Zhao Baoshun asked him to stop his cough in one sentence: "Your wife will not let you go home because she has a lot of money, so you are unlucky!"