Chapter 577 The anger of the indigenous coalition!
"Did you do it?" Zou Yu wiped the sweat on his face and looked at the messenger sent by the cavalry reinforcement regiment who hurried from the north. He couldn't help but be stunned.
"No, it's already done." The messenger who jumped off the horse couldn't close his mouth. Unexpectedly, Master Zou, who claimed that Mount Tai would not change, also showed a surprised expression.
"I knew it. Maybe your regimental commander is having a lot of fun in the city of Mianwali at this time, right?" Zou Yu shook his head and said lightly. Just between breathing, the expression on his face had returned to the calmness of the past. It seems that your cavalry regiment hasn't had a good rest for two days, right?
"Well, Master Zou, how do you know?" The messenger of the cavalry regiment couldn't help but be stunned and subconsciously asked.
"Who doesn't know what your leader's surname is? As long as there is a war, it must run faster than a rabbit. Your cavalry regiment should be wandering around the city of Bahawalpur. It must be hard to get to Myanvalli so soon. Am I right? Zou Yu's face was cold. Hearing this accurate analysis, the messenger of the cavalry regiment couldn't help but be speechless.
Looking at the messenger of the somewhat dull cavalry regiment, Zou Yu's eyes flashed with a smile: "Tell you commander, strengthen your vigilance. Tonight tonight, we will rush to the city of Miyangvali to assist in defense. By the way, since your cavalry regiment has arrived early, then let your regiment commander prepare more hot water for meals, my brother. It's good to feel at home when we arrive, don't you think?
"Ah? ..." The messenger of the cavalry regiment was dumbfounded.
"Oh, what, execute the order!" Zou Yu's face was so sharp that the messenger of the cavalry regiment couldn't help beating. After a quick salute, he rushed to the side and jumped off the horse and ran away.
"Well, I want to surprise you. Let's wait until your cavalry regiment can beat Lahore down at once." Zou Yu shook his head, turned around, looked at his silent army, and couldn't help stirring in his heart. Everyone, work harder and rush to Miyangara early. The brothers of the cavalry regiment are already preparing food and hot water for us. Have a good night's rest and welcome the upcoming fierce battle!"
"Yes! Master." (Master) After hearing the news, the soldiers of the 17th Division, who had been rushing silently, smiled one after another.
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The large troops of the 11th Division were like a black dragon winding towards the north, and the news that the city of Miyanvali was occupied by the Chinese army was not received the news until the afternoon of the next day that the Indian king of Zhangmagiana and the Sikh united army.
Sikh coach Randid. When Singh heard the news, he was so surprised that he almost lost a lot of his beard, and immediately went to find the Indian earth king whose territory was in Miyanwari.
Soon, the whole battalion knew that a Chinese army had surprised Miyangali, a small city in the rear. Although it was a small city, when everyone saw the location of Miyangali on the map, they couldn't help but gasp.
Although the city is small, it is bad in the city of Miyangari, which happens to be like a nail, stuck between Baishawa, Rawalpindi and Lahore. If there is a destructive Chinese army here, then as long as the coalition goes south to attack Multan, this If only the army attacks any of the three cities casually, the coalition will inevitably be in chaos.
Because the Sikhs occupy a large part of the main force of the coalition forces, and their important town of Baishawar can almost be said to be the last important stronghold of the Sikhs' resistance to the Chinese now. If there is a loss here, the Sikh base camp will be exposed to the iron hooves of the Chinese army.
And if we attack Rawalpindi, the richest and most luxurious city in Uttar Pradesh in India, falls, a large amount of wealth in Uttar Pradesh will almost be said to change hands, and Lahore cannot be lost. If the city of Lahore, the holy city in the eyes of Indian halalists, then the coalition forces of Uttar Pradesh At least one-third of them will go crazy.
Moreover, Amritsar, which is only a hundred miles east of Lahore, is the holy city in the minds of the Sikhs. In a word, if any of these three cities is attacked, the coalition will collapse.
What should I do? A sharp and heavy question was placed in front of the coalition, and the British commissioners hiding in the coalition were all dumbfounded.
In order to deal with the Chinese, their intention is to attack the nearest city of Multan, force the Chinese army to gather together, and then try to encourage the earth kings from all over the world to attack those Chinese towns with weak defensive capabilities. Only in this way can the Chinese army not fight and lose their own way. At that time, they can occupy In a favorable position, they managed to persuade the European compatriots who were watching to join the regiment and deal with the Chinese together.
But now, the other party does not care at all that the Indian coalition, which is approaching less than 300 miles away from Multan City, rushed north and took down the city of Miyangali, which made the coalition a little dilemma.
"Coloe Foleyman, we need to immediately return to the north and recapture Miyangari. Otherwise, it's not just a matter of military turmoil." As the commander of the allied forces, the great prince of the land king of Hyderabad, Asafjahi. Gohir looked very excited, and his angry saliva was almost enough to bathe Colonel Foreman, the commander of the British commissioner's delegation.
"However, if Multan is not taken down, even if we defeat the Chinese army that occupied Miyangari, we will not be able to take the initiative in the war." Colonel Freeman couldn't wait to kill the damn Indian Prince, who smelled of a bad curry, with one shot. However, for the sake of this war, the British Empire had moved almost all their possessions in the East, and even spent a lot of money to buy tens of thousands of pounds of sheep oil. It is to prevent another incident like the damn Indian servant rebellion caused by the use of butter and lard to maintain guns and bullets for waterproofing.
"The city of Multan is a strong fortress. Although our coalition is large, we lack enough artillery. It will take a lot of time to take down the city of Multan, but those damn Chinese troops have occupied Mianvali and can attack the important towns of our Uttar Pradesh at any time." Asafjashi shook his head.
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"Yes, we must solve our worries before we can attack the city of Multan. Otherwise, our Sikh army will give up its alliance with these halists. We must go back to defend our homeland and territory from being occupied by those damn Chinese thugs." Sikh coach Randyd. Singh gritted his teeth and showed his attitude angrily.
A local king jumped out and said loudly, "Myanvali City is neither tall nor strong. It is just a small city with a population of less than 100,000. Moreover, the location of our current garrison is only a little farther away than Multan City. First, clean up the Chinese army that is drifting behind us. Then, we It can not only relieve the worries, but also let more local kings see the strength of our coalition forces and let more local kings join us!"
His proposal has been recognized by almost everyone on the spot. Looking at these local kings, Colonel Foreman took a deep breath and finally squeezed out a reserved smile. Well, distinguished lords, I also agree with your suggestions, but I hope you all keep the promise between us. After taking the city of Miyangari, turn south and attack Multan, the important Chinese town on the Indus.
"I swear by Allah that we will keep our promise to you British." The coalition commander, Asaf Jahi, saw that the British commander agreed to his request and made a solemn oath.
"Well, that's the end of the meeting. Goodbye, distinguished lords. We will head north for Miyangari tomorrow morning. Our British army will follow the coalition." After saying goodbye to the commanders of the Indian coalition here, Colonel Freeman left the big tent without looking back.
"Well, that's the end of the meeting. Look, this Englishman is really arrogant. Who does he think he is? A local king said there in the tone of Colonel Foreman. Suddenly, there was a burst of happy laughter.
"The army of the British Empire, with its fifty cannons and less than a thousand troops, can also be called an army. Look at our Indian army, they are simply a trivial ant at the foot of the elephant."
"If they hadn't given us so many muskets and cannons, I wouldn't have given my life to these damn, arrogant British."
"Gentlemen, please be quiet, please be quiet." Asafjahi, the commander of the coalition army, raised his hands and finally closed the arrogant guys. Then he shook his thick beard and said in a low voice, "Gentlemen, we are not only helping those cunning and greedy British, but also helping ourselves. Don't forget that those damn Chinese occupied the most fertile land in our Indus Valley and drove our people away from their homes. For the peace of the Indus Valley, we must take up arms and let these Chinese understand who is the owner of this land.
"Yes, I must take a Chinese head to make a beautiful wine set with gems." A rough-looking general stood up and picked up his glass. In the name of Allah, we will make those Chinese pay a heavy price!"
"Thank God, in the name of God, we will let those Chinese know the strength of our Sikh lion!" Sikh coach Randid. Singh shook his lion's mane-like curls and roared loudly.
(to be continued)