The approach of the Indian Ocean fleet put the garrison at Mona harbor on high alert.

When five thousand soldiers, their heads draped in cloth and wielding wooden spears, arrived at the port, everyone froze in place.

Such a huge ship was beyond their imagination.

In their view, only the sea god could possess such a massive fleet.

And so, the Indian Ocean Fleet, under the watchful eyes of the Indian soldiers, anchored near the port.

After the flagship came to a stop, Ling Cao and Zhang Liang, along with several guides and soldiers, boarded a small boat and arrived at the port.

Looking at the Han soldiers in full armor and with long swords at their waists, a hint of awe flashed in the eyes of the Sindhu soldiers.

At this time, Brahmanism was very popular in India, and the caste system had taken root in people's hearts.

In the eyes of these Sindhu soldiers, these strong and tall Han soldiers were undoubtedly Kshatriyas of a higher rank, whose status was far above their own.

Seeing the fear on the faces of the Sindhu soldiers, Ling Cao stepped forward and said loudly, "We are the navy fleet of the Great Han Dynasty, ordered by the Emperor of the Great Han Dynasty to rest here temporarily. Who is the leader of you?"

The guide, who was standing nearby, immediately translated what he had said.

From within the Indian contingent, a man wearing a red hooded headband stepped forward, bowing low: "I am Mosin-Nagant, greetings, General!"

Ling Cao sized up the other party, then said in a deep voice, "Our army has come from afar and needs to rest here. Could you please set aside a piece of land for us?"

Upon hearing the guide's translation, Mosin-Nagant looked up at the massive fleet on the sea, a hint of unease appearing on his face.

"General, if your number were small, I could make the decision, but your numbers and fleet are too large, I..."

Ling Cao smiled slightly: "It's alright. You can send someone to inform your officials and the king that we can provide a sum of money to purchase a piece of land, and of course, you will also receive a share of the profits!"

Upon hearing this, Mosin-Nagant's eyes lit up, and he quickly replied, "General, rest assured, I will immediately send someone to inform my king. Even if he disagrees, I will find a way to make him agree!"

In his eyes, the massive fleet before him must possess immense wealth.

The benefits that the other party can offer must be quite substantial.

"In that case, we'll have to trouble General Mosin-Nagant!"

Upon hearing Mosin-Nagant's assurance, Ling Cao gave him a deep look before nodding in agreement.

Mosin-Nagant bowed and said, "General, it is my honor to have you grace us with your presence. Would you do me the honor of visiting our camp?"

"good!"

Ling Cao readily accepted Mosin-Nagant's invitation.

Mosin-Nagant was taken aback when he saw Ling Cao agree so readily.

If it were him, he would hesitate no matter what when invited by a stranger.

After all, we're venturing deep into someone else's territory. If they have malicious intentions, things could get very bad.

In his view, Ling Cao must have immense courage and absolute self-confidence, as well as trust in himself.

Therefore, Mosin-Nagant's gaze toward Ling Cao contained not only admiration but also a touch of emotion.

Of course, what he didn't know was that Ling Cao agreed so readily for two reasons: first, Ling Cao felt that Mosin-Nagant's status was extraordinary and would be helpful to his next plan; second, he also wanted to see what the Indian army camp was like.

Mosin-Nagant then led Ling Cao and his men toward their own camp.

As soon as Ling Cao approached the camp of the Sindhu people, he smelled a foul stench and frowned as he looked up.

The camp ahead was dilapidated, with rows of wooden huts on the verge of collapse. What left Ling Cao speechless was that the camp was covered in excrement.

This so-called military camp is even worse than a refugee camp!

"General, please!"

Just as Ling Cao was feeling nauseous, Mosin-Nagant said with a smile.

Ling Cao nodded, suppressing his discomfort, and walked towards the camp.

Along the way, Ling Cao focused all his attention on his feet, avoiding the clumps of excrement on the ground.

Before long, the group arrived at a tent that looked somewhat decent.

After entering the tent, Ling Cao finally opened his mouth and nose and began to breathe deeply.

"General, are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing that Ling Cao's face was a little pale, Mosin-Nagant asked with concern.

Ling Cao waved his hand and explained, "No...it's nothing, I'm just new here and not used to the climate."

Hearing this, Mosin-Nagant had no doubts and said with a smile, "General, I have already had a sumptuous meal prepared. Please sit down and wait a moment!"

Mosin-Nagant then invited everyone to sit down.

After a short while, several Indian soldiers came in carrying trays.

Upon seeing the lump of "food" on the tray, Ling Cao immediately felt a spasm in his stomach.

He was very suspicious that the so-called "delicacies" were collected from within the camp.

Because they are almost identical in color, shape, and even taste.

"this……"

Looking at the delicious food laid out before them, Ling Cao and his group all turned pale.

"General, this is made with mutton, venison, and various precious vegetables..."

Mosin-Nagant, with a beaming smile, introduced the ingredients for the dish.

Upon hearing the other party's introduction, Ling Cao's lips twitched. It was truly impressive that they could turn all sorts of precious materials into something resembling excrement.

Moreover, there was neither a spoon nor chopsticks on the tray, so how were we supposed to eat?

"General, please!"

Just as Ling Cao was in a daze, Mosin-Nagant's voice drifted into his ears.

Looking up, one could see Mosin-Nagant simply reach out, grab a lump of "food," and stuff it into his mouth.

Seeing this, Ling Cao and his group immediately felt uneasy.

Σ_(???」∠) Ugh!!

One of the accompanying Han soldiers couldn't help but vomit.

This Han soldier had been on the battlefield and killed the enemy. He had experienced and seen all kinds of tragic scenes. Even with his severed body and arm, he could eat without changing his expression.

But this time, he really couldn't take it anymore.

Ling Cao, too, considered himself a veteran of many battles and had never backed down in the face of stormy seas, but this time he dared not try.

Mosin-Nagant, who was enjoying his meal, stopped immediately when he saw the Han soldier suddenly vomiting. He then looked at Ling Cao with concern.

"General, what's going on with your soldiers?"

"Oh, General Mosin-Nagant, I am so sorry, but one of your soldiers is suffering from severe acclimatization problems. I need to take him back for treatment as soon as possible."

Upon hearing Ling Cao's explanation, Mosin-Nagant waved his hand and said, "Oh, it's alright, General, you should go back quickly!"

Ling Cao nodded, then led his group away from the Indian army camp as if fleeing.