Chapter 351 Lord Dundaas, who is dying and struggling!

The Chinese, who was called Mr. Chen by Colonel Harif, smiled and also answered in English: "Dear Colonel, on the night of your uprising, I have sent my best subordinates to report the news on the fastest horse. After they get the news here, they will definitely do it as soon as possible. Hurry up and come here. Although the battle has lasted for three days, the British have not taken up too much.

"But my soldiers are constantly falling, and even some damn coies have begun to complain that we should not launch such an uprising. If you put it on, then, it's not just my soldiers who will die, Mr. Chen. Colonel Harif's vicious threat only brought Mr. Chen's indifferent, but still looked very modest. Don't worry, patience. We only need a little patience now. Everything can be solved, and Colonel Harif, you will get the reward you deserve. Believe me, we Chinese are the ones who keep our promises.

Coloe Harif stared at Mr. Chen closely, as if he had drilled a deep hole in his face with sharp eyes, but the other party smiled frankly and calmly, giving him a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.

"Damn it, okay, okay, we will continue to wait, but I hope you can provide the ammunition our soldiers need in time." Harif decided not to continue to pester the reinforcements. In short, if he failed in the end, he would let the Chinese taste his strength.

More importantly, he can't offend this guy for the time being, because he almost represents the whole of Europe and the powerful East. If it hadn't been for the ** of those Europeans who were ready to move and made irresistible promises to him, and the paranoidity of those damn British pagans that had angered almost everyone. Harif, a Bangladeshi nobleman of the upper caste, was unwilling to risk his life to direct and contact the uprising.

"Of course, dear colonel, just before I came here, I had unloaded a large amount of ammunition on the dock, enough for you to use for another three days." Mr. Chen said with a smile.

"Very good, now I'm going to see if my soldiers continue to fight bravely. Do you want to go with me?" Colonel Harif stood up, and his uniform made his bloated fat squeeze out a circle of tires.

--------------------

"No, I still have a lot of things to deal with. Besides, I prefer peace and don't like battlefields full of smoke. Goodbye, if you need anything, please let someone come to me and I'll be happy to help you." Mr. Chen smiled, bowed over to Colonel Harif and left here.

"This damn guy thinks he is a particularly cunning and insidious figure no matter how you look at it." Colonel Harif looked at Mr. Chen's back and said to his nephew Shahruk beside him.

"Maybe, uncle, but he gave us a lot of help. He provided us with a lot of vegetable oil, as well as ammunition impregnated with vegetable oil. Otherwise, I really don't know how many soldiers will pick up guns to fight now, thinking that those damn English people actually slaughter our sacred objects. They also use their grease to make bullets. Oh, my God, may Shiva drop the fire of destruction and burn these disgusting guys to death. Sharuk spit angrily in the direction of the East City, that is, the British residential area.

"Well, do those Indian idiots have any movement today?" Lord Dundaas, chairman of the Supervision Committee of the British East India Company, opened his puffy and dark eyes and asked Brigadier General Mailer of the British Imperial Army who walked into his office.

"No, they launched an attack early this morning with the intention of breaking through our defense line. In the end, they just left hundreds of bodies and withdrew to the black town. I really don't know what's wrong with these Indian niggers. Up to now, they have been deadlocked with us here for three days. Although we have won a lot of victories, there are too many of them, and our soldiers have been quite tired after a series of battles. If It's not that those people spontaneously joined the battle. I'm afraid we're not attacking now, but we can only defend. Mailer sat on the sofa and closed his tired eyes. The battle made him feel exhausted, and he lost a lot of weight.

"Don't worry, I have given an order to the garrison in Bangladesh. Tomorrow morning at the latest, 2,000 brave soldiers will arrive in Calcutta. At that time, I will see if these Indian niggers still have the courage to face the army of our British Empire." Lord Dundaas stood up and said to the attendant standing next to him, then went to the chair next to Brigadier General Mail and sat down and said.

"I hope they can arrive earlier, Mr. Chairman, the focus of the question now is not whether our soldiers can arrive in time, but that these Indian niggers seem to have some conspiracy. They defend the Indian area and launch a counterattack against us from time to time to delay us from regaining control of the whole Kolkata. "."

"Conspiracy, of course, if there is no one behind them, how can they get the muskets and ammunition packs that use vegetable oil instead of animal grease in the shortest time." The corners of Lord Dundaas's mouth showed a trace of fierceness. Who has such ability besides those of our European neighbors?

At this time, the servant brought black tea and some snacks. Brigadier General Mailer was not polite. He directly swallowed it and ate a whole bowl of heart. After drinking a cup of black tea, his face was a little energetic. Mr. Chairman, who do you think it will be?

Hearing Mailer's inquiry, Lord Dundaz blinked his puffy eyelids: "I don't know. Our British Empire has too many enemies in Europe. No one can predict who the supporters behind the Indians are. However, only the Spaniards and the Netherlands have the courage to fight against us in the East. However, the French also have this ability. The Spanish's power here has gradually declined, and our fleet has occupied Manila, and they have no chance to do such a thing. And the attention of the French has been attracted by the place called Annan. So, I really can't think of anyone else except the Netherlands?

"Dutch, damn guy, they are always so annoying. This time, we absolutely can't let them continue to be free in the East. We must let them know how serious the price must be paid for offending the British Empire is. After Brigadier Meller stuffed his stomach with snacks, his tone of voice also seemed much more powerful. I believe that after this time, the attitude of the Parliament and His Majesty the King towards the Netherlands should be able to remain completely tough.

At this time, a sweaty official hurriedly jumped off the horse, pushed away the person in front of him, and hurriedly strode inside. His rapid footsteps echoed in the seemingly empty corridor, looking so empty and anxious. The echoes are stacked like the drum rhythm of death.

Soon, the door of Lord Dundaz's office, which was closed, was pushed open again, and the British official strode in: "Mr. President, Your Excellency, the situation is very bad."

"What did you say?" Brigadier Mayler stood up from his chair and looked at the young officer and said in a low voice, "Major Lennon, what happened?" Major Lennon is a cavalry major. After the beginning of the war, his task was to disturb the rear supply line of these Indians and spy on the enemy around Calcutta. But now, he has actually appeared here. It seems that there must be some bad news. Otherwise, he would not have come here in person.

"They all rushed here, the Dutch, the French, the Spanish, the Swedes... Their troops are coming here, less than 15 miles south of Calcutta, and the number is close to 10,000 people." The news brought by Major Lennon could not help but change from Meller and Lord Dundaas.

Major Lennon gasped and said, "There are still a lot of Indians in their team. Their clothes are exactly the Indian mercenaries we recruited. It seems that they are on the same line as those rioting Indian mercenaries."

Lord Dundaz's eyes widened and trembled angrily with the flesh on his face. His hands waved high, his fists danced, and a dry roar echoed in the office: "They... What do they want to do? Don't they know that this is the colony of our British Empire? Those damn pigs, they should all go to hell.

"Mr. Chairman, please calm down. Now we must evacuate Calcutta immediately. Fifteen miles, it won't take long for them to appear under the city of Calcutta. Now, although we have controlled most of the city of Calcutta, the South Gate is still in the hands of those damn Indians. We can't get rid of those Indians in such a short time. Brigadier General Mailer's expression was extremely ugly.

Lord Dundaz turned his head viciously and stared at Brigadier General Mailer in a cold and hoarse voice: "Evacuate Calcuta? General, where do you want me to go? This is the first land we set foot on the land of India. There are tens of thousands of people of the British Empire. If we withdraw, have you considered the end of our people of the British Empire? Those damn Indians are not civilized people. Will they let go of the British who gave up resistance?

"Negotiation, we need to negotiate, Major Lennon, take your people, and my letter of help, stop those damn robbers and tell them that we can give them what they need, but they must help us solve these Indian niggers, even if we give away the rights and interests of the British Empire in India. I will also agree." Lord Duntas' gray eyes flashed with cruelty and cunning, like the evil old crow tasting a rotten meat on the cross of the church.

(to be continued)