Lin Junhong frowned slightly. After hearing these words, he thought of the war between Manchuria and Zhu Ming in the imperial history he had learned. The fortress group built by Zhu Ming around Shanhaiguan did play a role, but the Qing army could constantly bypass the border walls to slaughter and loot the Central Plains.

This move happened to hit Lin Junhong's weakness. First of all, the Mughals had a strong cavalry advantage, and there were no cavalry in the Imperial Expeditionary Force. Among the allies, the Marathis had some cavalry, but they were not at the same level as the Mughals. You can't let infantry chase cavalry all over the world go.

Secondly, the subcontinent is different from the empire. Because of the relationship between Zhu Yuanzhang, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty and the fine traditions of the Chinese nation, building cities and living in the empire is the norm for the empire. The regimes on the subcontinent often build capitals or some wealthy cities. Not to mention anything else, Khyber Pass, as the lifeline of the feudal empire of the subcontinent, does not even have a pass, and basically comes and goes freely.

The result of this is that once the Mughal cavalry crossed the Zuali River defense line, they could gallop across the vast rear and seek it, and it was almost impossible to be encircled and annihilated, especially in the dry season, and the allies still have many territories on the dry Deccan Plateau.

"His Highness Shivaji, do you have any good suggestions?" Lin Junhong simply asked the person who asked the question directly.

Shivaji shook his head, and Aldisha II said directly: "We can send elite troops up the Zuali River to stop the Mughals from crossing the river."

Lin Junhong directly rejected the proposal: "If this is the case, we will have to fight the enemy in a decisive battle, and the troops will be dispersed, which will give the Mughals an opportunity to take advantage of."

The current turtle-like defense is really beneficial to the Allied side. The casualties of both sides are completely disproportionate. In one and a half months of war, the Allied forces lost only more than 3,000 people, of which only more than 1,000 people died in front of the formation, and the rest died of illness and accidents, or were beaten to death by their own people. For example, in order to make the soldiers under his command develop the habit of drinking hot water, Aldishu adopted an eleven-killing order against one of the 10,000 teams that resisted. When Lin Junhong led his men to arrive, he had killed more than 400 people, which became the highest single-day injury of the Allied forces.

Seeing that Lin Junhong had no choice but to say, Shivaji could only say: "Actually, we are not unable to deal with it, but we just cannot protect ourselves."

"Oh, what is your highness's solution?" Lin Junhong asked.

"Redeem the other person with his own way." The translation summarized the large amount of Shivaji's quarrels with an idiom.

Aldisha II said, "His Highness Shivaji, I'm sorry, I will not send my cavalry to the territory of the Mughals to burn, kill and loot."

Lin Junhong glanced at Aldisha II, and saw firmness in his eyes. This man was usually cynical, but when he decided to do something, others could not stop it. Lin Junhong had already clearly felt the eleventh killing order.

He also understood Aldisha II for the simple reason. For the Bijapur Sultanate in the southern subcontinent, cavalry was a very precious group of troops. The cavalry troops of the Bijapur Sultanate were not so cavalry as well as knights. They were all composed of middle and low-level nobles in the country, at least wealthy civilians. This was the elite that Aldisha II relied most, and was closely related to his sultan throne. He would rather surrender to the Mughals than let these elites take risks.

On the other hand, even if the Mughal cavalry crossed the blockade, they were the Marathis who were slaughtering and harassing, and would not go deeper than hundreds of miles into Bijapur. For a group of Hindu pagans, it was difficult for Aldisha II to accept that the flesh and blood brothers risked their lives to massacre the Mughal brothers in the Mughal Empire.

"Your Highness, what do you think?" Lin Junhong asked Shivaji.

Shivaji shook his head: "Actually, His Highness Aldisha misunderstood. I don't mean what he said. Although I want to use the same method to retaliate, I don't send revenge, but rather to send cavalry, but to send army. On this battlefield, our greatest advantage is artillery, but for this war, our greatest advantage is fleets. The Allied fleets can place soldiers on any section of the coastline of the Mughals, and we can harass them by pirates."

Lin Junhong narrowed his eyes and smiled. He didn't mind letting the naval fleet cooperate, but he minded the soldiers of the Marine Corps and putting the soldiers of the Imperial Navy into the heartland of Mughals, which he was unfamiliar with. Lin Junhong simply said: "His Highness Shivaji has a good idea. We are willing to provide cooperation between fleets and fleets, but Your Highness, the elite Marine Corps of the Empire are already on the battlefield, so it is difficult for me to draw enough troops."

"You don't need to draw troops. Your Highness, you can let us Marathis be soldiers. You only need to provide a fleet to escort our ships, and provide some cover for artillery. Of course, I also want His Highness Aldisha to provide some galleys." Shivaji said.

Hearing this, Lin Junhong looked at Juan and Zhao Mingde. The two came over and whispered to Lin Junhong to introduce some situations in Chinese. According to the two, Shivaji's plan was very favorable because the Marathis were brave and good at fighting. They started their own business by serving as mercenaries for the Mughals and the Portuguese. The army was organized by villages, tribes and surnames, and was very good at small-scale combat. In fact, they were not good at position wars like the current position war.

Zhao Mingdao also captured a large number of local ships from the original naval operation. It would be better to be a pirate ship for Shivaji than to throw them out. As he was speaking, an unexpected man came over. This was a middle-aged man in his forties, a blonde and blue-eyed white man, but he spoke fluent imperial man. He was the chairman of the African company's support for the Indian Ocean Operation, responsible for everything except the fleet command, and ensuring that the African company would not be damaged by this war.

In essence, African companies participate in military operations on the subcontinent is a transaction. African companies have many connections with senior imperial officials. Lin Junhong used these resources to hire African companies' fleets with a small amount of cash and some retired naval ships. Of course, more importantly, some concessions. For example, in the war against the Mughals, African companies' ships can launch unlimited pirate wars against the Mughals, and the captured ships, personnel and property belong to African companies.

And now, the chairman also wants to get a share of the action to harass the coastline of the Mughal Empire.

"Mr. Alvaro, do your African company also want to participate?" Lin Junhong asked with a smile.

"Why not, Your Highness, you can plunder slaves and wealth by harassing ashore. African companies' desire for wealth is endless. Shen Jing and Penang shareholders also want to see beautiful financial statements and more profit dividends. They don't care whether the silver coins they are given to them are stained with black blood or Mughal blood.

In addition, there are too many men in our African company's jurisdiction, and all they can see are the local dark-skinned natives. A fair-skinned Arab woman can sell at a high price of 150 taels in Junfu and Xiacheng, and about 300 taels in Cape Town. Although women in the subcontinent are not that white, they are completely top-notch compared to black women. Seventy taels of silver is an absolute low price. And I heard that the northward, the whiter the women in the subcontinent become." Alvaro said.

"Then do you have enough soldiers? You have to know that we are now in a hiring relationship, not the Empire forces the West Indian fleet of the African Development Company to participate in the war. If it is the latter, we must be responsible for the lives of your soldiers. Now it is the former, once..." Lin Junhong reminded.

Alvaro smiled: "Your Highness, you don't have to worry about this at all. There are soldiers in our jurisdiction, and the black sailors on the ship are also brave and good at fighting. As the navy, we are professional in part-time pirates, and robbery on the shore is also the business of pirates."

"Shut up, such a large-scale robbery has caused many problems, especially the slave trade, which may damage Your Highness's reputation in China. If you make a mistake, you can pat your butt and go back to Europe. Your Highness is going to return to Shen Jing." Zhao Mingde stopped drinking.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Alvaro's face, but Lin Junhong smiled: "General Zhao, Alvaro is an imperial citizen, and his citizenship was awarded by the Supreme Emperor himself."

Zhao Mingde looked at Alvaro, and could not have imagined that this blonde and blue-eyed guy had such a relationship. Zhao Mingde naturally didn't know that Alvaro was the son of the late elder Simmons of the Empire, but he had no blood relationship. He was the child of Simmons' first wife and had British blood. The Dutch wanted to make him a spy and put him next to Simmons, but Simmons had a fierce Chinese wife, and Alvaro was hidden by snow.

As Simmons' friend, Li Mingxun solved this problem well and gave Alvaro a 10,000-acre plantation opened by the Portuguese in Africa to Alvaro and planted him there. Later, the African development company developed Africa, and Alvaro also made great efforts.

Only the upper class of the empire knew about Alvaro being Simmons' son. When Simmons died, he also instructed Alvaro to tell him that Alvaro would return to his country to greet him, but for the sake of the stability of this important veteran family, Alvaro could only claim to be Simmons' adopted son.

Lin Junhong smiled and said to Alvaro: "Alvaro, risk and profit are with each other. This is the motto of African companies, and it also works here. Since you are willing to take risks, I have no objection to your participation in the war."

Alvaro agreed with a smile. He had been hiding along the Indian Ocean coast for many years and knew very well that the richest surrounding this ocean was the Mughal Empire. It was too lucky to be able to plunder this country, and African companies did not have to worry about losses at all. They had black people and Arab soldiers under them, and they were not worth anything at all.

What Lin Junhong expected was that not only Alvaro, but many of his allies also showed enough interest after hearing the news, both the Dutch and the British. They were company employees and pirates, and there was no psychological burden to plunder the Mughals.

When Lin Junhong was planning the Battle of Goa, all Western allies were timid and unwilling to provide too many troops and ships. The excuse was unexpectedly consistent, and they all used the excuse of the need for power in the colonies. Only if Portugal, a traditional ally, lost everything in the subcontinent, would they give their efforts.

The reason for this situation is that war is a loss-making business, and everyone wants to enjoy the cool under the big tree of the empire, but looting ashore is a profitable deal, which aroused more people's interest.

Lin Junhong had no choice but to hand over this matter to Juan and Alvaro, and let them establish coordination for everyone's division of war zones. Lin Junhong arranged these things and smiled at Shivaji and Aldisha II, "Two Your Highnesses, it seems that our problem has been solved."

Shivaji and Aldishu smiled bitterly at each other. When the profit reaches a certain level, the merchant can really burst out with unimaginable power.

In fact, things were more beneficial than Lin Junhong and others imagined. Aurangzeb did send elite cavalry across the Zuali River, burned, killed and looted the territory of the Marathis, and once entered the territory of Bijapur. However, the pirate war launched by the Allied forces against the Mughals was a first step in action. Countless small fleets of soldiers of all colors landed on the Mughals' coastline, carrying out uncontrollable looting of the Mughals' coastal villages and towns.

In order to siege Goa, the Mughals dispatched a large number of troops to the front line, which made the coastal areas extremely empty and were very uncomfortable being attacked by pirates. They even had pirates going deep into hundreds of miles, which eventually led to Aurangzeb having to draw cavalry from the front line to the rear, which still could not solve the problem. Faced with pirates attacking from all sides, it was impossible to arrange defensive forces along the coast, unless the Mughals could recruit tens of millions of troops, and cavalry with good mobility were easier to react, so Aurangzeb could only continuously draw cavalry from the north.

Lin Junhong combined all aspects of information and found that the Mughals involved in the unlimited pirate war consumed their national strength even as much as the Battle of Goa. So he immediately changed his mind and issued a privateer license to the Imperial merchant ships in Penang, which directly led to a large number of merchant ships and sailors flocking to participate in this pirate war. For the neighboring countries of the Mughal Empire, this was also an opportunity to take advantage of, and wars were also launched on land.
Chapter completed!