Chapter 341 The loser deserves only a lavish burial (for the late autumn helmsman Jiuyue
Chapter 342: Losers only deserve a good burial (Additional update for the late autumn September helmsman)
In a luxurious building in the east of Mysore, Salah stared at Sheikh Khan with wide eyes and lowered his voice:
"How come more than 300 people died?!"
"It's said to be poisoning." Sheikh Khan flipped his wrist nonchalantly, "It's not surprising that the food in the prison killed people."
Salah took a step forward, his voice trembling:
"Did you do it?"
"Well, maybe."
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Salah said angrily: "I just asked you to kidnap them halfway, why did you kill them all?!"
"Oh, not all, your Excellency the Consul." Sheikh Khan handed him an exquisite ivory pipe, "How many puffs would you like? There are still more than a dozen people who did not have dinner yesterday, so they are not dead."
Salah flicked the pipe away. Sheikh Khan did not feel dissatisfied and smiled:
"You have to know that to kidnap those hundreds of people, we need to mobilize an army of at least 300 people. If only one of them leaks the secret, we will be in big trouble.
"To kill those people, you only need to bribe two cooks. Then send a killer to kill those two cooks. No one in the world will know that we are related to this matter.
"Now, everyone will believe that Jahanzeb committed the murder to please the British - his relationship with the British is known even to the beggars in the city."
"But..." Salah raised his head and sighed. At this point, he could only say helplessly, "I hope you can discuss it with me before making similar decisions in the future."
"Of course, we are the closest friends."
Salah grabbed the pipe and left Sheikh Khan's villa. There are many follow-up deployments waiting for him to operate.
He grew up in a Western-style family in Tunisia that was influenced by Enlightenment ideas. He could not understand the indifference of senior Indian officials under the caste system to the lives of middle and lower castes, especially the untouchables of Hindus [Note 1].
In the eyes of Sheikh Khan, those 370 people were no different from the chickens and sheep in his family. When he needed to bring down his political opponents, he would kill even 30,000 people without hesitation.
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The "Massacre of Released Persons", fueled by Salah and others, spread throughout Mysore in less than three days. Countless people angrily cursed the brutal British and their lackeys, and mourned the more than 300 dead.
Jahanzeb's political opponents keenly sensed the opportunity and immediately sent a snowstorm of complaint letters to Tipu Sultan's desk. The content has also expanded from massacres to all kinds of corruption, taxation, and abuse of power, with a posture of being pushed down by everyone.
Ambawela Palace.
"I remember, I asked you to let those people go." Tipu Sultan stared at Jahanzeb coldly, "And what have you done?"
He had just spent a lot of effort and mobilized the imperial army to finally appease the people who complained to him about the massacre.
Until now, nearly a thousand people have gathered outside the palace, waiting for the Sultan to give their dead relatives justice.
"Great Sultan." Jahanzeb said with difficulty, "I have indeed ordered the release of those people, and I don't know why they..."
He glanced at the Shah, the financial official of Sheikh Khan's faction, and his teeth itched with hatred. In all likelihood, it was the latter who did this, or at least he was a participant, but he just couldn't accuse him.
"Hmph." Tipu Sultan interrupted his secretary with a simple hum.
Although he was as smart as he was, he could see there was a problem early on - even if Jahanzeb wanted to take action, he would not choose the day before his release when there were the most people watching.
However, political struggle is like this. If you fall into someone else's trap, it only means that you are not smart enough or cautious enough. And if you can't think of a way to come back, then I can only give you a grand burial.
It is impossible for the Sudan to stand up to the anger of the people in the country in order to protect himself.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me!" Jahanzeb suddenly fell to the ground, hugged Tipu Sultan's feet, and said pitifully, "Moreover, those people wantonly spread rumors. Even if they die, the punishment will be slightly heavier at most. I am willing to spend a large amount of money to compensate their families..."
The Shah immediately stroked Tipu Sultan's chest and said:
"Your Majesty, those people are not spreading rumors at all. As far as I know, the things they said about the British are basically true."
He looked at Jahanzeb coldly:
"The Sudanese Secretary took advantage of the British and defended the British's face at every turn, even going so far as to persecute the Mysore people!"
In fact, he didn't know anything about the PY transaction between the British and Jahanzeb, but the British definitely had interests in it, and it wouldn't be wrong to say so casually.
Jahanzeb immediately became anxious:
"Great Sultan, don't listen to his nonsense..."
Tipu Sultan narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded and said:
"Regarding those rumors, I have recently sent people to learn about them, and it is indeed true that they were all done by the British."
As a "Elite European", he still knows something about the bad things in Britain. Of course, he did not know the specific figures as to how many Indians the British killed and how many slaves they sold.
When Jahanzeb heard this, he felt like he was struck by lightning. If even the "rumor-making" clause was gone, his actions would have completely lost the basis.
"Please, for the sake of old Sultan, forgive me this time..."
Tip Sultan glanced at the old minister who was crying, and finally sighed after a long while:
"Take out 10,000 pounds and distribute it to the family of the deceased. I know that you have always wanted to go on a pilgrimage, but you have been busy with state affairs in recent years, so you have never been able to go. This time I will give you a few years off, you can go on a pilgrimage."
It is called a pilgrimage, but in fact it is to drive away the power center of Mysore - with the current level of transportation, it will take at least two years to return after a pilgrimage, and there is no place for him in the political center.
Jahanzeb froze all over, and it took a long time for him to faint:
"Thank you for your sympathy, great Sultan..."
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"This stupid Indian native!" Griffith, a senior representative of the East India Company, kicked over the coat rack in anger after listening to his subordinates' report on the recent "massacre".
Jahanzeb not only failed to control the rumors that slandered the British, but also completely eradicated the pro-British faction in Mysore - in Mysore now, who dares to say that he is pro-British will be beaten to death when he goes out.
The intelligence officer who reported the situation to him added:
"Sir, I also received news that Tipu is preparing to declare war on Travancore and the East India Company at the same time."
"What?" Griffith grabbed his arm, "Is the information reliable?"
[Note 1] At that time, although Islam was in power in the Kingdom of Mysore, the lower classes were still mainly Hindus, with a small number of Sikhs. Tipu Sultan implemented a tolerant religious policy, and generally speaking, the various religions in Mysore got along well.
