Chapter 730: I Want to Help the Young Master Make Money

The Warships of the Ottoman army finally arrived at Mumbai Port.

The closer they got to Mumbai Port, the more nervous these Ottoman naval forces became.

This is the pros and cons of the current Great Age of Discovery, so to speak.

In the Great Age of Discovery, the upgrading of Warships has increased the speed of armies several times over. However, once a long-distance voyage is undertaken, one is completely blind when it comes to obtaining information and intelligence.

In land warfare, carrier pigeons and some well-trained Falcon could serve as scouts. But at sea, this is not possible.

Whether it is the ocean or the sky above the ocean, it is easy for some birds to lose their way. And as the ships sail, carrier pigeons naturally do not work well.

Therefore.

Most of the information and intelligence sources in that Great Age of Discovery came from transit terminals.

Like this time, the 300,000-strong Ottoman army headed straight for Mumbai Port, a journey that took more than a month. Their knowledge of the war situation in Central Asia was still from more than a month ago...

At this moment, whose is this Mumbai Port?

Is it the Maratha's, or the Mughal's?

They have no idea at all.

However, seeing a group of Maratha waiting for them, Erdogan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hahahaha!"

"Our own people!"

"It seems the war situation is not as bad as we imagined!"

The generals around Erdogan also laughed out loud.

"Indeed... it seems the only thing that can stop our Ottoman army is a storm!"

One ship after another finally began to dock.

A group of people walked down with great strides; the Ottoman are always this arrogant when facing anyone.

At this time, those stationed at Mumbai Port were naturally the remnants of the Maratha, but what surprised Erdogan was that as the eldest prince of the dignified Ottoman Empire, the one who came to greet him was not Balaji?

Seeing the Maratha leader come over, he could not help but snort coldly: "Balaji really has such a big ego! I led a large army to reinforce, and he actually did not come to greet me in person? What, is he looking down on me, Erdogan?"

"Ah?"

"This..."

The Maratha looked at each other in dismay.

The leader among them then had a look of grief flash across his face: "Your Highness, Balaji he... he..."

Erdogan's heart skipped a beat: "What happened to him?"

"Dead..."

"Your Highness, we have been defeated!"

"Gujarat is lost!"

"The Maratha are gone!"

Erdogan felt a wave of dizziness: "What did you say?"

In the Mughal Empire, the immensely powerful Maratha were defeated?

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes: "Defeated by whom?"

"A young general..."

"A young general?"

Erdogan was stunned for a moment.

He had been at sea for a month and a half, how had the world changed so much?

Boom—

Boom—

Liu Zheng here had already begun the great undertaking of blowing up the mountain.

There was enough explosive, and it was all Yellow Dynamite!

Advancing ten miles a day, and then hundreds of thousands of people began to clear the debris.

Advance ten miles, then clear the debris again.

Everyone just watched numbly. It was too ruthless! Such a huge mountain, just like that, bit by bit, it was gone...

Ji Yong watched with the corners of his mouth twitching constantly.

A devil!

This Vice Minister Liu is simply a devil!

The Great King should have received the news by now, right? How will he stop this Vice Minister Liu from blowing his way all the way to Liaodong?

"Oh, what is General Ji thinking about?"

Pei Qianyun suddenly walked over and slapped his palm hard on Ji Yong's shoulder.

Ji Yong was almost slapped three inches into the dirt; he held back a mouthful of sweet blood in his throat and revealed an awkward smile on his face: "General Pei..."

Thinking about how he had treated this Pei Qianyun some time ago, he lived in fear every day. Every day, Pei Qianyun would walk over with a grin and give his shoulder such a hit; his shoulder was almost falling off... yet he did not dare to let out a peep.

Pei Qianyun grinned: "Hehe, General Ji, we can be considered to have become friends through fighting... Tell me, what fun things are there in your Liaodong?"

"Ah?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Yong smiled bitterly: "General Pei, Liaodong is a cold and bitter place; there are no fun places, especially in this season, every household stays indoors and hides inside to spend the winter!"

Pei Qianyun frowned: "Oh, that's no fun then... General Ji, do you see those people behind?"

Ji Yong nodded blankly.

Pei Qianyun patted Ji Yong's shoulder: "These guys, they are loaded with money!"

Ji Yong suppressed the urge to vomit blood and actually let out a hiccup: "General Pei's meaning is..."

Pei Qianyun chuckled: "You fellow, pretending to understand when you don't, right? With so many rich people here, we have to find a Method to swindle their money over!"

Ji Yong listened, dumbstruck.

This fellow, who had courage but no strategy, could actually make money?

He wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death!

Pei Qianyun, however, was gleeful.

To tell the truth, if it weren't for the Young Master stopping him, he would have slapped this thing to death long ago! Being locked in a cage for over ten days—just thinking about it made him hateful! But the Young Master said this person could not be killed for the time being.

If he were killed, it would mean a falling out with Liaodong.

He wondered, so what if they fell out? Could they really not defeat that Liaodong Army?

But what the Young Master said was definitely correct.

Therefore, Pei Qianyun had been a bit bored these past few days.

He couldn't fight, and the Young Master was holed up in the camp tent drinking every day.

He even kicked him out when he stood by his side!

Hmph!

Scum!

Pei Qianyun thought aggrievedly, could it be because he was kidnapped on the very first day they entered these mountains? Had he fallen out of favor?

No way!

He had to find a Method to get back on his feet!

This blockhead then set his sights on the money in the pockets of the wealthy men accompanying the team... especially the money of the Crown Prince and the Eleventh Prince, whom he found very disagreeable!

Heh!

Helping the Young Master make money!

Isn't that a very proud thing to do?

He decided to act immediately! Who should he discuss it with? His eyeballs rolled around, and he found this Ji Yong.

Ji Yong gave a dry laugh: "General Pei, how do you intend to make money?"

Pei Qianyun said as a matter of course: "Are you stupid? Look at this bunch of people, what are they like right now?"

He pointed at the group of wealthy men; these people had been quite interested in the mountain blasting at first, but after a few days, they couldn't be bothered to watch anymore. Suddenly, many of them became bored in these mountains, and with the weather being cold, they could only drink sullenly in groups.

Ji Yong blinked: "Bored?"

Bang!

Pei Qianyun slapped him again and laughed heartily: "That's it!"

Damn it!

Ji Yong endured the dizziness: "General Pei's meaning is to find a Method to keep them from being bored?"

"Exactly!"

Pei Qianyun looked smug.

Ji Yong gave a dry laugh: "Then how should that be done?"

"Gambling!"

Pei Qianyun's eyes lit up.

Gambling?

Ji Yong widened his eyes.