Chapter 1023 The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend (Happy New Year's Eve!)
This is the Governor's Office!
When entering the gate of the Governor's Mansion, Ahmed took a special look at this building full of Chinese charm. Although it was not as magnificent as the heavenly buildings, its low-keyness vaguely revealed the majesty of an official hall.
"Sir, please follow me."
After Chen Yi led Ahmed into the Governor's office, Ahmed immediately saluted respectfully.
"Ahmed, the special envoy of the Mahdi State, has met with the Governor-General and wishes him good health."
"No need to be polite."
An Fusheng nodded and looked at the Arab man who was wearing Chinese-style clothing. No, it should be a Sudanese.
"There is no such thing as the Mahdi State in this world, nor any special envoys. Ahmed, just say whatever you want to say."
Ahmed didn't find these cold words strange, he just smiled.
"Governor, please believe that Mahdi has never wanted to be an enemy of the Ming Empire. We would rather be friends with the Ming Empire than to be enemies. What we are resisting is the rule of the British. A Sudan under British rule is extremely threatening to your country. After we drive the British away, the British will no longer be able to threaten the empire's colonies through Sudan, and the free Sudan will become a friend of the empire."
This is a very simple truth, the enemy of my enemy is my friend... Ahmed believes that the governor in front of him will definitely be able to weigh the pros and cons. No one will doubt this.
Unfortunately, the person sitting in front of him was An Fusheng, a colonel in the Imperial Army, and he asked unmoved.
"There's no need to go so far. Tell us what intelligence you have brought to tell us."
Uh... why is it different from what I imagined?
Ahmed began to have doubts in his heart.
"Governor, please listen to me..."
Without waiting for him to finish, An Fusheng narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at him and said.
"Since you don't want to talk, then go to the prison and talk. Someone, lock them up!"
The sudden change in attitude left Ahmed dumbfounded. What...what was going on?
"Governor, when two countries are at war, envoys should not be killed. This is what you Chinese people say. It is you Chinese people..."
Before Ahmed could finish, An Fusheng sneered.
"Which country's envoy are you? Take him away and let the Intelligence Department extract information from him!"
After the so-called "special envoy" was dragged away, Chen Yi looked at the governor in confusion.
"Sir, why is this happening? They are obviously the enemy of Britain. We can use them to drive the British out of Sudan!"
Standing up, walking to Chen Yi, patting him on the shoulder, An Fusheng said.
"Adjutant Chen, you still haven't figured out one thing - who are we?"
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After Brazil, Ming Dynasty stopped expanding!
The Ming Dynasty’s ambitions were satisfied!
To some extent, this is true, and after 1878, the Ming Dynasty did stop expanding.
It seemed that the Ming Dynasty's ambitions were satisfied.
In fact, it should be so. In South America, the Ming Dynasty occupied most of America.
In Africa, the Ming Dynasty occupied the most fertile areas of Africa.
The pace of imperial expansion should be stopped!
Of course, this stop is not because the ambition has been satisfied, but... it takes time to digest.
Digest the fruits of victory that have been achieved.
It was also necessary to ease the conflict of interests with European countries, especially Britain. In particular, the differences on the African issue, although the two sides had a lot of differences on territorial issues, after several years of negotiations, they finally reached an agreement that the Ming Empire in the north would stop at Ethiopia and Sudan, and recognize Britain's occupation of Sudan.
It was this treaty that created a real national border on the African continent - in fact, it was a line drawn on the map by diplomats from the Ming Empire and the British Empire.
The national border is actually two boundary markers, which stand facing each other in fashion and stare at each other silently.
On one side was Sudan occupied by the British and Egyptian authorities, and on the other side was the Kenyan colony under imperial rule.
Under the moonlight, on one side of the national border, a short and strong soldier was walking back and forth on the top of the sentry tower. Occasionally, he would use the searchlight on the top of the tower to shine into the distance, his eyes moving in the light beam of the searchlight - the distance was as calm as usual.
"We can change defense in half an hour."
When he looked at the time on his watch and was wondering when to change guard, he did not notice that in the darkness, dark figures were approaching the watchtower under the cover of twilight and bushes.
Several kilometers away, a group of indigenous people wearing long robes and carrying scimitars on their waists were observing the watchtower through binoculars, watching the beam of light moving back and forth.
"There are only about thirty people here, right?"
Putting down the telescope, Sultan Saidi Mubarak turned his head and asked.
"Yes, this is a small sentry tower, with only a small team of soldiers stationed there."
The natives wearing long robes and scarves said. Compared with ordinary natives, their skin color is not so dark, and their appearance is closer to that of the people of Arabia. In fact, they are Arabian people themselves. Hundreds of years ago, their ancestors came from Arabia by boat, occupied this land, and engaged in slave trade here. They have been eating grapes, sleeping with female slaves, selling black slaves, and enjoying the beauty of life until the arrival of the Ming Empire a few years ago destroyed everything.
The Ming Empire not only occupied Mombasa and all the surrounding lands, but also disintegrated their privileges, banned the slave trade, and even forced them to change their beliefs. A few years ago, they had instigated the natives - the slaves they plundered - to launch an uprising against Ming rule.
After the uprising failed, they fled to southern Sudan.
Now, inspired by Sudan's Mahdi Rebellion, and of course with the support and encouragement of the Mahdi, Sultan Saidi Mubarak led his army south, trying to take back everything that belonged to him.
"Your Excellency, as long as we enter Kenya, there will be people everywhere who are dissatisfied with the rule of the Ming Dynasty. They will definitely welcome our arrival."
"God bless you."
Saidi Mubarak put down his binoculars and spoke.
"We will definitely take back everything that belongs to us."
Many of those dark-skinned natives had only simple spears and bows and arrows, and only a few had rifles, but they had firm beliefs.
Driven by the officers, they approached the watchtower cautiously, using the cover of bushes as if they were hunting.
Although these shirtless natives are not necessarily qualified soldiers, they are definitely good hunters. They move silently among the bushes just like they did in the past when hunting. Their dark skin perfectly hides them in the shadows of the bushes.
Just as he was calculating the time for the shift change and thinking about what to eat today, a dark figure drew his bow and arrow from the shadow of the bushes dozens of meters in front of the watchtower.
“Swoosh…”
It wasn't just one person, nor just one arrow. Five or six arrows flew towards the entrance of the tower from several directions. One arrow hit his left arm, and before he could react, several more arrows dodged his body.
"Enemy attack..."
The moment he fell, he shouted and tried his best to sound the alarm.
Tonight, home is the whole world. Let the warmest home accompany the most reunion night!
(End of this chapter)
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