Sultan Tipu lightly shook his reins and passed quickly in front of his soldiers, and the soldier by his side immediately presented his rifle in salute, casting a respectful gaze upon him.
"Lord Jahanzeb, do you think my army can defeat the British?" Sultan Tipu turned his head to ask the slightly portly old man riding a horse behind him.
"Certainly, great Sultan," the elder named Jahanzeb Khan lifted his wide sleeves slightly and bowed, "Your great army is unmatched, and no one can stand against you."
He paused, gauging Sultan Tipu's mood, then continued, "However, the British have superior weapons, and their warships coordinate from along the coast. To be enemies with them, your army will also suffer not insignificant losses.
"Moreover, we need to rely on trade with the British to obtain the gold coins required for the reforms you're implementing."