The short video shows the ancient times, and the emperors cried with envy!

Chapter 473: Dai Ying, who is very lacking in virtue: Hey! It's me again! Ah San has eight million gods?
Zhu Yuanzhang came from a lowly family and worked his way up to become the founding emperor of the country. He saw the scenery along the way and understood the unpredictable human heart.

The Aryans' move came from within themselves, but they will definitely suffer the consequences in the end!

Compared with the recognition of the aristocratic families and Zhu Yuanzhang's disgust, Dorgon simply looked down on them.

"What a bullshit caste system! In terms of organizational ability, they are not even as good as the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty. Even when it comes to connecting the upper and lower levels, they don't even have a chance to do so!"

It must be said that the Eight Banners were perfected after three generations of emperors. By the Shunzhi era, it had become an extremely tempting slogan. Raising the banner meant that you were a noble!

The Eight Banners system gave the Qing Dynasty very strong mobilization and organizational capabilities, so Dorgon simply looked down upon the Aryans' little tricks.

However, contrary to everyone's expectations, under such high-pressure rule, India still showed surprising vitality.

[After the Aryans settled in ancient India, they gradually established many dynasties of their own, including the once-glorious Maurya Dynasty and the Gupta Empire that later unified South Asia! ]

[However, no matter how glorious they are, they cannot cover up their own decay. After thousands of years of pampering, the Brahmins have believed the lies made up by their ancestors and truly believe that they are the gods’ favorites.]

[We all know that cruelty and killing are not terrible, what is terrible is stupidity. These Brahmins are brainwashed by their own doctrines, so they are doomed to fail.]

Galleons from the Atlantic Ocean docked at the port of Bangalore, and the local Kshatriyas even arrogantly demanded that these lobster soldiers dressed in red clothes pay taxes.

Because the great Brahmin said that everything on the earth and the ocean belongs to Lord Shiva. Unfortunately, this time, their Lord Shiva is not effective!

Because, Daiying is here!
[“This is a land flowing with milk and honey! It is a waste to hand it over to these barbarians. This land should be the most dazzling pearl in the crown of the Queen!”]

Thus, the one-sided massacre began!

"This one with the English accent again? It really is everywhere!"

During the Yongle reign of the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Zhu Laosi glanced imperceptibly at Duke Yingguo Zhang Fu below, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

Facing Zhu Di's complicated look, Zhang Fu could only smile bitterly. Damn, why can't the name with the word "Ying" be changed?

"Ahem, Dad, I think we should let Zheng He explore the way next time? Our Ming Dynasty is the center of the world, how can we just watch Dai Ying stir up trouble! Apart from anything else, we still have plenty of strength!"

At this time, Zhu Gaoxu jumped out again with a kind smile on his face. When talking about war, his morale rose!

But soon, Prince Han was suppressed by his father, the emperor.

"Get lost! The Hami issue has not been resolved yet, and you still want to get involved? Go get information about Timur first!"

"Yes." Zhu Gaoxu nodded dejectedly, with a hint of sadness on his face.

On the other side, Li Hongzhang's eyes showed a hint of disappointment and shock.

"England actually started to develop South Asia so early, no wonder it is so powerful, it is not unfair for them to lose!"

Li Zhongtang was content to find an excuse for the huge loss I brought to Qing. He had already foreseen Ah San's future.

But, isn't Ah San's future also the future of the Qing Dynasty? Li Zhongtang was confused.

However, the story will not stop because of the wishes of some people, and the great deeds of the British and the great virtues in the picture are still being performed.

“This is truly the promised land that God has given to the East India Company! God has blessed us and given us more than just this land.

And we have these strong laborers who are as docile as sheep!" The Governor of the East India Company stood on a high platform, with strong ships and powerful guns behind him and a group of lobster soldiers armed with guns and live ammunition in front of him.

In the center, there was a group of trembling Brahmin nobles. They were generally fat and wearing gold and silver jewelry. Even though they were on the execution ground, they still had extravagant hopes.

[“We are the people favored by the gods. We control the water of the Ganges and the holy cow. You cannot kill us!”]

A Brahmin dressed as a priest shouted, but the lobster soldiers on the opposite side did not understand. After a crisp gunshot, the priest fell to the ground.

Afterwards, continuous gunshots rang out all around, and these high-ranking nobles turned into a pool of rotten meat, which was an eye-opener for the lower castes who were forced to watch nearby.

[“Look! These are your gods! They are all false gods!
From now on, you are all protectorates of the British Empire, and the king will be chosen from among your...whatever Kshatriyas!"】

The Kshatriyas, who were once lower than the Brahmins, suddenly widened their eyes, and then quickly knelt down under Daiying's leather boots.

The British forcibly broke up the originally unified India into countless small principalities, but a strange thing happened.

Compared with the cruelty and injustice of the Brahmins in the past, the British people with great virtues seemed so pure and flawless, which directly made the foreigners have many loyal fans in India.

"Two negatives equal a positive!"

Tang Dynasty, Wude Hall.

Li Shimin turned his head away and made a comment. He still had a little sense of shame. This kind of war that was so bad that he couldn't wait to watch it for a moment longer would make him feel suspenseful.

"Why do I feel that after India brought Ying there, the lives of the civilians have become better?"

Liangshan, Master Lu Zhishen, who had not appeared for a long time, scratched his head and asked in confusion.

According to his limited imagination, the British were invaders and the Brahmins were the ones that the Chinese people should support. There has never been a shortage of people who died for their country in every dynasty.

But why doesn’t it work when it comes to India?
"This is the original sin of the Brahmins. Those who place themselves above all living beings with mystery and class will surely suffer the most horrific backlash!"

Mr. Wu Jialiang, a wise man, commented like this.

However, this sentence made Song Jiang, who was sitting above, cough quickly and glanced at him.

Are you, Wu Yong, targeting me, Brother Gongming? It was you who suggested using the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady and the Wordless Book to build momentum!
Wu Yong obviously realized that he had said something wrong and simply kept silent. The huge Liangshan Gathering Hall fell into silence.

In the picture, the British governor, who lacks great virtue, is a little confused by this group of invaded Indian people. What's going on?

Brother is here to invade you! Is that what you are like? Don't you have any backbone? The Aztecs, a bunch of raw meat-eating, blood-drinking fools, still know how to charge.

If you do this, it will be very difficult for Daiying to find opportunities and excuses to humanely destroy some troublemakers!

Such happy troubles troubled the foreign adults with English, but soon, a "hero" from India once again broke through the lower limit of English cognition.

[From any perspective, the British were extremely careful in their rule over India and did not adopt the extensive economic planning they adopted for other colonies.]

[We will even look for outstanding young people from various states to send to our country for exchange and study! ]

[Among this group of people, there is a young man studying medicine...]

(End of this chapter)